5 comments/ 28114 views/ 14 favorites Dicks Feel Better Than Carrots By: Zhenit I'm a nineteen-year-old mathematics student. I have a lightbrown skin, deep brown eyes, short black hair, a slim body and a tight ass. Sometimes when I masturbate I like to put my finger in my ass and slowly finger-fuck myself while stroking my dick. Usually though I use a nice thick, long carrot instead of my slender, short finger. This vegetable's perfect to use as a dildo, however I would prefer to use a real dildo. Unfortunately, as a student that's still living with his parents it's almost impossible to buy and especially hide a dildo in the house. One Friday, class had ended earlier so I decided to go and buy some carrots in the grocery shop near my college. They only cost like ten cents apiece so I'd buy two or three I'd not look too suspicious. The plan was to take the next train home so that I'd have plenty of time to give myself a good time with this hidden sex toy. As I was picking out a few particularly thick and long carrots, I was suddenly spooked by a voice. "Hey Ali! What are you doing here?" I suddenly heard from behind me. I turned around startled, I'm sure you could read it off my face. I stood there for a while motionless and speechless trying to get myself together again. I finally broke the silence by answering Alan's question. "Um, I'm just buying some carrots." I stuttered stupidly. Well, that was an obvious answer... "Yeah, I can see that buddy, but what do you need carrots for? I mean, you told me that you're not staying on campus, right?" "Yes, that's correct." I said slowly to give myself some time to think of an answer. "But I want to eat them ...on the way home." The moment I said it I realized how stupid and unbelievable it sounded. It was a thirty minute train ride home for me. It's ridiculous to buy some carrots to eat them on the train, as if you can't wait half an hour to eat something at home. It was an all-around stupid answer. "Hey, man want to come over for a drink?" Alan said unexpectedly. "A drink?" I wondered. Why is he inviting me for a drink in his dorm? I only had met him a few weeks earlier on the introduction day of our class. The idea was to meet new friends and some of your new professors before your freshman year really kicked off. I hadn't really made any new friends there because I already had known a few people from high school. It hadn't been until we all had sat down in the lecture hall to hear the president of our college welcome us that I had met Alan. I had sat next to him by coincidence, we had said hello and started taking. It had been then that he had told me that he had a dorm in the city and that I had told him that I just went back and forth every day. We hadn't really spoken since that day. He's a pretty tall guy with brown medium length hair. He looks pretty muscular but then again he did tell me that he plays water polo. He's a few inches taller and definitely much stronger than me. "So, are you coming?" Alan asked me again. I wanted to seem as unsuspicious as possible, so we could just put this weird moment behind us. I didn't want to create the impression that I had to go somewhere quickly with these carrots, because that could have given my real intentions away. So the plan was to join him to his dorm, have a few drinks, talk a bit and then leave. "Sure." I answered. When we arrived at his dorm we went straight to the living room. It was kind of messy; clothes, half-empty take-out meals and books were scattered all around the room. The sell was as you could expect; stale and musky. The musky smell kind of gave away that he was not the only man living here. He tried to clean up some of the mess by taking some of the boxes with him to the kitchen. "Please take a seat." He said while picking up an old pizza box. He quickly returned with two beers, presenting one of them to me. "Oh. I don't drink alcohol." I told him. He looked at me frowning for a moment but then put the beer on the table, took off to the kitchen and returned with a coke. I was too shy to tell him that I don't really enjoy the taste of coke so I just accepted it and smiled faintly. He sat next to me and took a sip from his beer. "So, carrots..." Allan said pleased. I smiled awkwardly, still not knowing how to react. I didn't know what he thought I was going to do with those carrots. Maybe he believed me and he was actually making fun of the fact that I'd eat carrots on the train. I mean if you think about it, it's a pretty silly idea. So yeah, I really hoped that was he thought. I eventually decided to try and change the subject before he continued. "Do you live here alone?" I asked. "No, I have a roommate but he has classes until the afternoon. So, we don't have to worry about him." What did he mean by that? What was he planning on doing? I immediately thought the worst. Was he going to hurt me? Maybe he knew exactly what I was going to do with those carrots, and maybe he thought it was still not too late to beat the 'gay' out of me. Oh no! I had to leave. At this point Alan had finished his first beer and opened the other one. "Anyways, maybe I should go. Thanks for the coke." I put down my half-empty coke bottle next to the sofa and wanted to stand up when suddenly Alan quickly stood up and positioned himself right in front me. For a few seconds I sat there motionless, just looking down at the floor. I felt my heart beating in my entire body. After a while, I found the courage to look up. Alan smiled and started to move his free hand to his pants. With one hand he expertly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He then pushed them down with one swift move until his semi-erect cock flopped out. It was looking me straight in the eye. "You can touch it. I know you want to. And I can already tell you that it feels much better than a carrot." He said mockingly. There I was, sitting in front of a semi-erect five inch cock. It would probably grow to about six-and-a-half inches maybe even more. A normal person would just run out of the door, scream for help and maybe even contact the authorities. But not me, I was sitting there not offended but curious what that big white dick would taste like. I had so often dreamed of touching a real cock and here the opportunity presented itself. I unconsciously liked my lips and this is when I truly gave away my desires to both Alan and myself. This is when Allan took my right hand and guided it to his cock. He put my hand on his now fully erect dick and slowly started stroking himself with it. I was still just an observer who was literally lending a hand. "You see, it's not that difficult. You just go up and down, I'm sure you have practiced plenty on yourself." Alan said softly as he released my hand. I looked up at him again, our eyes crossed and for the first time since we met I looked deeply into his eyes. They had a dark but at the same time light green color. They were truly beautiful and even now I find it hard to find the right words to do justice to those eyes. It were these eyes that eventually pulled me over the line. I tightly grabbed his seven inch cock with one hand and started to slowly stroke him, he let out a small moan. I gradually sped up stroking him faster and faster, but remaining to use long strokes. In the meantime I used my left hand to play with his balls. I simply caressed them very gently as if it was a new born chicken. After a little while of playing with his manhood and listening to his soft short moans, I saw a little bit of pre-cum oozing from the head of his penis. Without thinking I just licked it up like you would lick on a lollipop, another louder moan escaped his mouth. His pre-cum tasted slightly salty. It didn't particularly taste very well or very badly. It just tasted salty. I was kind of glad that it did because I don't like the taste of my own cum. But his cum, I could maybe even learn to like. Because he had enjoyed that lick so much I decided to bring this hand job to the next level for both of us. I stopped fondling his balls and just held his cock at its stem as I started licking the head of his cock. First I licked from the bottom up but soon I tried out different angels and even started swirling my tong around it. He chuckled a bit as he saw me experiment with my tong on my first real dick. "Get on your knees." Alan said short and clear. I did as he asked; I gently pushed him back to make some room, got off the sofa and then sat on my knees in front of him. I had to sit with a straight back if I wanted to still be on the same level as his lengthy cock. Well, too late to go back now. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue a few times around it. After that I started taking it deeper and deeper in my mouth until I felt it hit the back of my throat. Even though I wanted to put it all in my mouth it was simply not possible. I told myself that I had to build this up slowly so I started letting his cock out again. I started bobbing up and down his cock on the rhythm of his moans and instructions. Sometimes long and deep and other times quick and short. Now and then I let his cock slide out of my mouth and let it make this plopping sound. Then I would start licking and sucking his balls while slowly stroking his cock. After this I would always return to sucking his dick in the exact same way. I would slowly lick the bottom of his shaft from his balls all the way to the head of his cock. Then I would quickly take his dick as deep as I could. This made him go so crazy every time I did it; after a while he started taking my head and tried to hold me there as long as possible. It wasn't until I started tapping his legs that he would let go off me so I could try to swallow some of the spit and catch my breath. But no matter how much out of breath I was, I kept opening my mouth for that long, thick glistening cock. After a few more minutes of this I heard him shout loudly. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" I wanted to take his cock out of my mouth because I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted to swallow his cum. I just wanted to stroke him and let him cum on my hands, while moaning with him. But as I was pulling out his cock he suddenly pushed on the back of my head until his cock was all the way in my mouth and throat. It had never been all the way in because I thought the seven inches would make me puke. Fortunately it didn't but that didn't take away the fact that I was trying to pull away. I felt like I was choking so I was ferociously trying to get out of his grip. Unfortunately with no success. He was way bigger and stronger than me and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't even move away an inch. A few seconds after he took me in this, what felt like a, deadly grip I felt sperm shooting against the back of my throat and slowly dripping down into my belly. One gush after another, they followed each other in quick succession for quite some time. I was still trying to get free as Alan was delivering all his cum straight into my stomach but he was keeping me firmly on my place. After a few seconds, Allan's orgasm ended and he loosened his grip on me. I was finally able to get his dick out of my mouth and started to automatically gasp for air. But every time I took a deep breath I also had cough so I sat there for a while trying to get myself back together. This was also when a strong salty taste started to dominate my mouth. His sperm tasted the exact same as his pre-cum had, which seemed to be the only predictable thing out of that whole scene. "That was awesome!" Alan said fulfilled, still recovering from that intense cumshot. "Are you sure you never gave a blowjob before?" "Yeah, I'm pretty sure." I confirmed slightly proud. Yeah. Proud. I wasn't really mad at him, for some reason it brought such joy to have given him the greatest blowjob he had ever gotten. And isn't fifteen seconds of huffing and puffing in exchange for that kind of a blowjob totally worth it? I thought it was, so I felt proud. And now that I was sitting there on my knees in front him, slowly catching my breath, as his wet dick was starting to get flaccid again and I was starting to realize what I had just done, as I smelled the salty taste of his cum on my own breath. I noticed that I wasn't ashamed or confused at all, that I wasn't wondering whether I had done the wrong thing or that I was starting to regret my actions. No. Surprisingly, nothing like that. I only had one real thought on my mind. I wanted to do it again.