1 comments/ 16191 views/ 9 favorites Jim Boomer's Schlong Semester By: yowser I probably ought to feel worse about what we did to Jim Boomer, or rather, what we had him do to us, that last term at university, but when I start thinking back about that strange, singular semester, I just can't get around to feeling much remorse. On at least one level, he brought it all on himself. Lenny and I, old high school jerk-off buddies, had reunited as roommates for our final year at the University of New Hampshire. We had had miserable fortune in the love department that fall semester. Each of our girlfriends had broken up with us, and spring term had started cold and dismal, with no particular prospects for the rest of the semester. We were out that first Friday night in February to the Blue Boar in town, trying to talk up a pair of handsome college wenches we'd found there. Just when we each thought we were on the verge of bringing home some soft, warm female companionship for the evening, a couple of other bucks showed up that the girls I guess already knew, and we watched our chances disintegrate when the four of them left together, dismissing us rather unceremoniously I thought, after the evenings-long attention we had lavished upon the two girls. Back at Greenwood High School, Lenny had always been the instigator, the "bad boy" the girls wanted, while I was the "nice guy" who they confided in when there were problems and they needed a sympathetic ear. There were times when I would end up with his cast-offs, so I got some residual sexual excitement as wingman that I might not have encountered otherwise, but it often felt distinctly unsatisfying to be the honorable one of the two of us. A lot of the girls seemed happy to "talk" to me but wanted, or at least were willing, to fuck Lenny. I wasn't as big or tall as him, but I thought my appearance was fine enough, my body trim with strong legs and a nice ass, all of that, but it didn't seem to translate well into the love arena. Lenny was a big guy, large bones and dark hair, with sharp steely eyes always looking for sex, and his cock had gotten plenty of action during our high school years, much more than mine. None of this mattered that cold dismal Friday night, we were just a couple of single, out-of-sorts, sexually frustrated guys, on our way home from the pub. Lenny was pissing and moaning the whole way, our boots crunching in the snow, complaining about Caroline, his former girlfriend, and how rudely and illogically she had ditched him, how his mighty penis hadn't had any attention except from his own hands for weeks, and our general bad luck that evening. We pulled up the old creaky wooden stairs of Lennox House quietly, since it was almost midnight, and at least some of the other residents were likely already asleep. We had a three-room set-up on the top floor of what had once been a frat-house. Lenny and I had the largest room as seniors, Ron and Carlos in another, and the other senior Jim Boomer, or Jimbo as he was known, in the smallest room, but a single. On the way to the loo Lenny paused in front of Jim's door. He looked puzzled for a moment and then smiled at me. "Listen," he whispered, "I think Jimbo's having a bit of fun with himself." There was no chance anyone else was in there with him, the guy was a hermit and a nerd to boot. Sure enough, there were some low moaning sounds coming from his room, and a dim light was visible from underneath the door. "Poor guy is probably as horny as us," Lenny grunted and then got a funny look on his face. He put his eye to the keyhole and started smirking. "Got a whole scene going for himself in there," he leered. "Probably too worked up to have heard us come in." I took a peek and got a partial view of Jim lying on his bed and pulling on his penis. Ha! This was amusing. Lenny cocked his head and gave me an evil grin. "Game for some fun?" he asked. There would have been no point in debating, since it looked like Lenny was up for something whether I agreed or not, so I shrugged and said "Sure." Lenny stood for a moment in front of the door, quietly testing whether the door knob would turn or not, then gave a knock and quickly pushed the door open. I almost laughed at the sight that greeted us but kept a straight face. Jim was sprawled out on his back in bed, completely naked, a candle on the bedside table next to him casting a romantic little glow, and he had both hands wrapped around a prick that looked pretty much within half a minute or so of ejaculation. Lenny paused dramatically. "Oh sorry Jimbo, I saw your light on and we were going to ask if you had any beer around. We're plumb out in our room." He gestured down the hallway. Jim tried as fast as he could to pull a sheet around himself but the image was just too funny for Lenny and me -- both of us started laughing. Even with the sheet around his midsection, you could see Jim's throbbing prick outlined through the fabric, and a minute later you could even see a wet spot where his damp-at-the-head cock had been in contact with the sheets. "It's okay, it's okay," Lenny went on as Jimbo fumbled around. "You're among friends. You get a hard one, what you gonna do if no one is around to help out?" Lenny was trying to display empathy, but his words came out exaggerated, mocking. Lenny couldn't keep up a straight face though. "But your cock sure looks like it's ready for its Mt. Vesuvius thing!" and he doubled over again. Jim's face had gone bright red. "Hey look you guys, you should have knocked first," he protested. "Well, we did," rejoined Lenny, but then added a "Sorry, sorry," which he choked out amid his laughter, holding his hands up. "Hey look, don't say nothing about this, okay?" Jim's face looked really pathetic. "This is my last semester, I had some academic issues last year and if anything looks bad my scholarship might be in jeopardy and my folks would have a fit." Jim had come from upstate and while he made a decent suite-mate, was nothing special. Jim studied hard, was not all that social, actually was a pretty boring guy, maybe only one girlfriend the whole time at university. He was middle height, clean-shaven, slender, dark hair. His prick was larger than I might have thought, but I had never seen him with a hard-on before. And of course sometimes these skinny guys look like they have bigger dicks anyway, one of those proportion things, I guess. Lenny was still chuckling. "No, no, we wouldn't say nothing, would we Rob?" He reached over and pulled the covers off of Jim, whose prick bobbed stiffly as the sheet was yanked away. "Lennox House pervert caught abusing himself! Good Catholic boy goes bad! Excommunication! Expulsion!" "That would be some story in the campus rag!" Lenny got himself going now and tortured Jim for a good five minutes, expanding on the different ways that Jim's sexual proclivities could be "exposed" to the rest of campus. Jim was sweating something fierce by the end, and I was actually feeling a little bad for the guy with all Lenny's teasings. "Hold on a sec, Jimbo, I think we got some beer left after all. I'll hit the loo and we'll have a beer or two and maybe we can reach some understanding." I could see that Jim didn't like the way Lenny laid emphasis on the last word. He looked a bit bewildered, not quite hopeful, but nodded his head. I went to pee while Lenny rustled up some last Narragansetts, we had three left, and we sat down together on Jim's bed. Jimbo's prick had drooped a bit, but was still stiff enough to lay out full length on his thigh. He had cranked the heat up in his room so it was pretty warm. Otherwise being naked on your bed in student housing in February in New Hampshire wouldn't have been very comfortable. Lenny took a swig from his beer and began. "Okay, first off, no one else is up in the suite. Ron and Carlos are gone for the weekend, which is why you probably thought you had the place to yourself for awhile. Rob and me came home early from the Blue Boar since we struck out with some girls, and believe me, we can tell you something about being horny ourselves." I had to nod in agreement. "But, sounds like you don't want this to become public knowledge?" Lenny began, trying to sound innocent. Jim went on at some length, expanding on what we already knew of his story. His family was pretty strait-laced, Catholic and conservative, and as the oldest son there was a lot of pressure on him to finish university in good shape. I was a little surprised how anxious he was, all guilt-ridden and embarrassed to an almost painful degree. If Ron or Carlos had come in on me in the same situation, I would have just laughed it off. Like what guy in college hasn't wanked off one time or another? Like maybe daily? But Jimbo was totally worked up, face red, hands trembling, the whole business. He tried not to sound desperate but he sure was undone. I think he would have sold his grandma down the river if he could have taken back the evening and never been caught by his suite-mates doing the masturbation thing. Lenny pretended to listen sympathetically. We were silent for a bit after Jim finished, his eyes going from one of us to the other, looking for some reassurance. His brown puppy-dog eyes looked pathetic. "Tell you what," said Lenny finally. "We got three real horny guys here together, each of us wishing for some girl to finish us off." To demonstrate, he stood up and pulled his pants and drawers down, exposing a cock that was erect enough to point out about horizontal. "Exhibit A," he said. He wagged it provocatively from side to side. I knew his prick well enough, had seen it all through our high school years together, stroked him off, even sucked him, under duress, or rather a lost bet, but that's another story. His penis had a large handsome circumcised cockhead that I knew could shoot sperm just fine -- it fit his German-ancestry, big-boned body well. "I would be loving, just loving, to be plunging this thing into some nice juicy cunt right now." He pointed to his bobbing cock poking out above his jeans. His plaid flannel shirt hung to each side. He had a big dark-haired body, hefty gut, but was strongly built. "Love to be feeling some bushy cunt hairs squashing around my groin," he went on. Just talking made my own organ stir, and I saw Jim's cock begin to harden again. If the guy had been jerking for very long and was as close to explosion as it looked like when we came in, I reckoned it wouldn't take much to get him excited again. "Just what are you proposing?" Jim's lips trembled a little, he did not look comfortable. "We are all red-blooded young bucks, right?" Lenny went on. "Nothing but some soft excited snatch to make us happy, but we got no options on that score, at least tonight, right? Let's all get each other off and we'll call it square." Jim didn't look as pleased as he might have, but tried hard to understand what Lenny was saying. "You mean you want a circle jerk here tonight, and nothing goes any further than this room? You want us all to wank off together?" "Yeah," said Lenny. "And as the one with his pants down first, so to speak, you would agree to help either of us out if we asked?" pointing to his own prick and then at my crotch. He sent me a look that suggested he wasn't going to mention our own mutual stroke sessions as adolescents back in Gilford. Jim swallowed hard. He knew Lenny well enough to realize that trying to haggle was only going to make the deal worse. He made one attempt to ease the terms but Lenny pretty well brought that to a close by expanding even further on the scenarios which he had mentioned earlier, remarking that some newsletters on university bulletin boards would make for some amusement for the rest of the campus. "Okay, okay," said Jim, exasperated. "I suppose there is nothing wrong with a hard dick finding some relief, however it happens." Lenny smiled broadly. "I never thought otherwise myself. Rob, you the only one with your knickers still on. Let's see your prick." Lenny had seen my penis many a time before, so this was an interesting act. It brought my mind back to all the times we had our cocks out as adolescents, playing either with our own prick or the other guy's tool, getting aroused as all hell before we finally did something for release. I pulled my jeans down and my cock stood out, semi-hard. I was aware of all eyes on my penis, my balls already starting to draw up in my ballsac. Lenny saw Jimbo's intent gaze on my cock and smiled. The rest of the evening was pretty darn interesting. At first we just sat around naked on Jim's bed, while Lenny had taken the precaution, which Jim probably wished he had done himself, of locking the door. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, each of us had idly begun to manipulate our cocks. I never minded the sight of another male attending to his organ, and observing the different ways that guys used to stiffen their tools. Jim, unlike during our sudden entry, used his left hand to stroke around his shaft and run his fingers over his glans. Lenny rummaged with one hand on his balls, while pulling up on his shaft with his other. I was just quietly playing with my prickhead, trying not to get too hard too soon, since I still wasn't quite sure what we were in for. We talked about cunts and pricks, our various experiences, what felt good and what didn't, our biggest turn-ons and so forth for probably half an hour until the beer gave out. I found the whole scene strangely intoxicating. Three hard cocks in the room, all itching for release. Lenny's penis was thick, circumcised, with a pointy head of a luscious red-purple color. Jim's was uncut, I hadn't seen a lot of these, and I enjoyed watching him slide his heavily veined foreskin up and down his shaft, his smooth rounded cockhead emerging and disappearing again. I swallowed hard. My own penis is mid-size, very handsome to my own eyes, straight with a nice hard edge around my arrow-shaped cockhead. My fingers had been doing lovely things to its nerve endings, my balls all drawn up and moving about restlessly in their sac. Then Lenny lay down on the bed, pulling one of Jim's pillows underneath his head, and spread his legs apart. "Give my prick a little feel, Jimbo," Lenny said. I went to a chair next to the window to give some room. Jim made a face. "Like what?" he asked. "Oh, run your fingers along my shaft. Like this," Lenny guided Jim's right hand over to his erection and directed his fingers up and down. "Same as what you would do to yourself." "Nice, nice," he murmured as Jimbo ran his fingers up and down Lenny's prick. "Do that for a little bit, and then play with my balls some." Lenny put his head back and smirked at me. Jim looked distinctly uncomfortable but did as he was told. I noticed that as he gently stroked Lenny's prick that his own cock had gotten ramrod hard again. Attempting a bit of a misdirection, I reached over and ran my own fingers along his prickhead, which bobbed with appreciation. Jim's face got red again. His penis felt nice in my hands, all stiff and excited, the veins standing out, smooth and turgid in my fingers. Like it had been hard for a long time, which of course was the case. Who knows how long he had been stroking himself? "S'okay," said Lenny. "A hard prick hath no conscience, whatsoever." He leaned back and I started wondering just how far Lenny was going to take this situation. We were silent for several minutes as Jimbo stroked Lenny's penis, my own hand sliding along Jimbo's cock, watching it twitch with my touch. So smooth, so urgent, its smooth excited surface felt marvelous in my hands. Lenny had looked over to the candle on Jim's beside table and noticed that Jim had set up a little mirror there too. It appeared that it probably was there so Jimbo could watch himself jerk off. It was perfectly positioned so that someone in bed with a head on a pillow, like Lenny right then, could look right over and see his own groin. The candle-light made for a nice touch too. This was certainly a novel idea and I think we were surprised that Jimbo had this much imagination. You never would have guessed it by looking at him. Lenny smiled. He re-positioned Jimbo for a better view and spread his legs out to give Jimbo more access. I had seen Lenny fuck before, and of course had keenly watched him in our teenage experiments when I coaxed an ejaculation from him, but I don't think I had ever seen this sort of triumphant look on his face. It wasn't long before Lenny's hips were squirming around in pleasure, but I knew he didn't want the excitement to end quite yet. He had Jimbo stop with his hands and motioned me over to the side of the bed. My cock wagged stiffly from side to side as I walked over, I had gotten quite aroused watching them. I stood by the side of the bed, my prick sticking straight out. "Ever sucked one of these?" asked Lenny. "No way," responded Jimbo, his face reddening. "Gimme a girl any day." "Yup," Lenny smiled. "Me too. But I don't see any here. But there are always first times. Give Rob's prick a little lick," he urged. Jimbo was about to protest but Lenny arched his eyebrows, and it was obvious that any opposition was going to be met with another round of threats to distribute the news around campus. Jim closed his mouth, and it looked like his shoulders dropped a couple inches. He reached out and held my balls very tentatively in his fingers for a moment, pausing. "Lick up the shaft," murmured Lenny. "Like you're having an ice cream cone." Sure felt nice, I tell you. Jimbo did this for a few minutes, running his soft warm tongue up my shaft to the top, then starting again in a slightly different place below and coming up again. Lenny's eyes were riveted on the sight, and shining. "Lick his balls," commanded Lenny in a low voice, and I spread my legs so Jimbo could get to them. This was even nicer, and I stroked my own prick, now slobbery wet with Jimbo's saliva, while he worked over my testicles. A little drop of lubrication started to form at the top of my prickhead. "Just look at that," marveled Lenny, pulling Jimbo away. "Just look what you've done -- a nice hard cock, pleased as punch. I think your mouth has potential." We all stared at my prick now, and when I let go of it with my hand it bobbed on its own. Hands on my hips I squeezed my asscheeks and made it bob up and down a few times, which both felt good and made the others laugh at the sight. "Now give me a turn," said Lenny, spreading his legs out further apart. "Do my balls first, and then my cock. With your mouth." Jimbo made a face, and Lenny responded, reading his mind. "You won't have to take my sperm in your mouth, I'll either finish myself off or have you do it with your hands. Just treat my prick like you would want your own to be handled. I think we'll have three good blasts off before the evening is done." I wasn't sure then if he meant three loads apiece, or three for the lot of us. I know Lenny would have wanted the whole scene to go on for hours, but the excitement all of us had going, and I mean all of us, was too great. He got Jimbo to stroke him a bit, lick his balls, and finally take his prick in his mouth. Jim did not look too pleased at this, but I enjoyed watching Lenny scrunch up his face while Jim's lips went up and down on Lenny's tool. Lenny was finally ready and laid back, motioning Jim to do some more ball-licking while Lenny stroked his own shaft. I watched the familiar drill, Lenny's legs stiffening out, as he picked up tempo, Jimbo nestled down below his crotch, licking testicles the best he could. At the last moment Lenny pulled Jimbo's right hand up to his erection and had him do the final bit of stroking. Lenny's face tightened and he shot a good glob of sperm up on his belly, maybe five strong pulses, his penis twitching violently with each spurt until just little dribbles were left to ooze out of his cockhead. Jim Boomer's Schlong Semester Jimbo was left with a funny look on his face, while he looked for a place to wipe the sperm off his hand. After Lenny had shot his load, I was going to have Jim attend to me too. Lenny had stood up, his prick all slobbery wet and a little drop of sperm still visible on the downside of his prickhead, while it began its shrink back to normal. I started to lay down where Lenny was, but he took me by surprise and moved the pillows from the head of the bed to the foot. I looked at him in puzzlement, since this made no sense, and I had been hoping to see myself in the mirror too while Jimbo worked on me, but he made a gesture like everything would become clear shortly. Then he got up, announcing he was going to pee and would be right back, no need to wait. This last remark was accompanied by a smirk, as he pointed to my raging hard prick. "Look's like the sooner it gets some attention the better," he said. I straightened myself out on the bed, so my head was facing away from the door and my feet towards the headboard. Jimbo looked a little green around the gills, but he had wiped his hands off and seemed resigned to another session. He was kneeling on the bed next to me, his cock still ramrod hard. It must have been like that for over an hour now, and I could only imagine how much his sperm was bursting to get loose. I had him cup my balls and stroke gently along my shaft, which sure felt nice. After a few minutes I had him lightly run his fingertips around my glans, and then make a soft circle with his fingers to run up and down my prick. A bit of lubrication oozed out, to my annoyance, since it hadn't taken very long to make its entry and meant I likely wasn't long from ejaculating. Jimbo smeared the luscious fluid around my prick head, and I couldn't help squirming my hips in pleasure. He was kneeling next to me with two hands on my prick when Lenny re-emerged into the room, cellphone in hand. Quick as a wink he snapped a shot, to Jimbo's instant annoyance. "Hey, what are you doing!" Jim yelled. "I thought we had an agreement. Gimme that!" He lunged for the phone but Lenny was too quick for him. "No, no, no," he said. "This is part of my documentary interest in sex. I got naked pics of ex-girlfriends, but nothing like Rob getting jerked off by a suite-mate." He examined the screen and smiled. "Good one!" he said and dashed off to his room before Jim could do anything. In a minute he was back. "It's locked up, safe and sound," he said. "We'll just continue our little adventures and nothing need more be said about it." Jimbo was shaking with anger. He knew he was really stuck now. Before, if it had really gotten down to it, the story could have been one of those arguments with two sides saying different things with no proof of anything, but now there was a picture that would clearly have had Jimbo's face and my dick (although not my face, which I now realized was why Lenny had re-positioned me.) A copy of that, posted anywhere on campus, would have been a light's out punch for poor Jimbo. "Let's see you suck him," said Lenny, eyes steely straight. Jimbo knew he was sunk, and he looked crestfallen, submissive, beaten. "Can you get his whole length down? Bet not," went on Lenny. He motioned me to the other end of the bed, where I could see the action in the mirror, and had me dangle my prick in front of Jimbo's face. Jimbo stared at it, my prickhead nodding up and down. He closed his eyes and slowly took my prick head into his mouth. This had only happened for me a few times before, my girlfriends had mostly been timid and not very adventurous in the oral sex department, and I had forgotten just how nice it is to have a tongue traveling along your length. The mirror doubled the pleasure, as I watched my prick disappear down his throat. Well, I was surprised just how far his lips could go, and it was actually fun watching him take my shaft as far as possible. I couldn't stand much of this though, and wanted to prolong things a little bit longer, so I had him pull off. He looked up, not sure what was next. "I want it to droop a little more, I'm about to come," I said. I thought I would have some fun with Jimbo, but would need to exercise care. I flopped him on his back and knelt over him on all fours, so I was above his prick, and mine dangled down over his own head. I ran my tongue along his shaft, from tip to scrotum, and then back. Just a quiet soft little lick, and Jimbo's hips squirmed about in pleasure. One lick and he was ready to go! Okay, I wasn't going to be able to get anywhere near his prickhead then, what to do then to drive him crazy? I nuzzled his balls a little, watching his hips squirm, and saw out of the corner of my eyes, his socks, neatly arranged, on the chair next to his bed. I motioned Lenny to hand me one of them and then got a little game going. They were soft, not the rough athletic socks most of the rest of us wore, who couldn't care much about appearance, but black dress socks, with a soft, tight weave. I caressed his shaft with one of the socks, staying away from his glans, and did all sorts of things. I pulled a sock under his shaft, between it and his belly, and pulled on it with both hands, letting the shaft rise and fall like a marionette, and then pulled back and forth on each end, like you were drying your ass with a towel so it gave a rotating motion to his shaft. I held the sock up and dragged it lightly over his shaft, taking care to ever so softly touch his raging prickhead now. It was all grand fun. But my own tool was insistent, and I wanted some release. I had him lie down and put his head on a pillow up by the headboard, and then plopped my cockhead into his mouth, while my hands were on the headboard itself. I looked over and saw my prick in his mouth in the mirror, Jimbo's lips around its girth. Then I began fucking his mouth, stopping every once in awhile to have him suck my balls. I also enjoyed plowing my prick along his face, sticking it back in his mouth, until I could stand it no longer. I pulled out, prick glistening, and told Jimbo to get me off with his hands, then watched him while he stroked me, one hand on my prick head, the other massaging my balls. I could see the scene in the mirror too, and somehow it looked even nicer that way, like I was watching myself in some porno flick. Maybe thirty seconds was all it took, and I felt my anus squeezing, my hips bucking, the irresistible testicular pressure building up and I emptied a good load of sperm out on his chest. He did a nice job, all things considered, and milked the last little dribbles out of me, like he might have done to himself. Ha! What a sight! A pile of sperm out on Jimbo, his own prick still raging hard, and Lenny and I grinning like banshees. I got up and stood to the side. Jimbo started to look around for something to clean himself up with, and Lenny shook his head. "No, no," he went. "Time for you. Your long delayed climax. We'll attend to clean up later, but let's see you finish what you started." Jimbo's face was red, both with embarrassment but also with the arousal that had been building. He was breathing hard. He would have been the last to confess that he had enjoyed this, and of course maybe he hadn't, but his prick had been hard for over an hour, maybe longer, depending on how long he had been doing his own session. Here was release finally in the cards. "Let me just handle this alone," Jimbo mumbled but Lenny wouldn't let him finish. "No, just pretend we aren't here," went Lenny, "but we wanna see the climax." Lenny sat back on a chair, his own organ beginning to stir again. Jimbo laid back, closed his eyes and began to work on his prick. I have to say that if it had been me, the climax would have taken all of fifteen seconds, but Jimbo amazingly took his time, and we were treated to the sight of the variety of different ways he took to pleasure himself. He rolled his shaft between his palms, he pulled on the head with one hand and pulled down on his shaft with the other, but his favorite move seemed to be stroking his prick head with his right hand, and pulling on his balls with his left. It was this way that he finally shot, and he got an impressive six spurts of semen up on his chest, to join the pool left by my own eruption. I was about ready to call it a night but looked over at Lenny. His prick was hard again, as if the sight of seeing two other cocks do their thing had rekindled his arousal. Before Jimbo could protest, Lenny had straddled his chest while on his knees. He rubbed his balls and ass onto the pile of sperm on Jimbo's chest, and coated his prick with the slop while plowing up and down over poor Jimbo's chest. After getting well coated, he laid back and spoke to Jimbo. "Okay, jerk me off. Just like you did yourself. You did a fine job, nice work. I want the same. And I'm all lubed up too." Lenny positioned himself and Jimbo so he would get a good view in the mirror, and Jimbo set to work. Of course Lenny's prick was slippery wet now, but like any second time, while stiff, his cock could take a lot more stimulation than in the first overheated session. He had a great time with Jimbo, had him roll his prick around like he had done to himself, stroke his balls and pull on his glans the same way and with multiple variations. Finally, and it had taken a good fifteen minutes of continual stimulation by now, he had Jimbo kneel in front of his crotch and suck him. I kept thinking that although Lenny had said no semen in the first agreement we had reached, of course Jimbo had to be getting a pretty good spermy taste from the residue left on Lenny's cock. Lenny pulled out finally, and with a sinister glance at me, had Jimbo lick his balls again while he jerked off onto his own belly. It wasn't as much semen as before, just a thin stream of gruel oozing out of his cockhead. It pretty much ended the night for us. I was tempted to take Jimbo again, but held off, figuring, it turned out correctly, that this was just the beginning of a series of adventures. Well, we had no end of fun with Jimbo that semester. We didn't do absolutely everything under the sun, but managed to cover a lot of ground. It took two or three sessions, after we had put our pricks into Jimbo's mouth a few times, before we coerced him into swallowing our juices, and after that hurdle was over, it was grand, I tell you. He got real good. I never had had the nerve to try to teach any girl the best way to pleasure me orally, it just didn't seem to be the right thing to do. I had never liked giving anyone instructions. The girl, if she even consented to suck me at all, just evolved a series of stimulations with her mouth and tongue that worked, and if my penis ending up launching, that was fine near to a hundred percent of the time. Of course, some mouths were better than others, and I always liked inquisitive tongues. But with Jimbo, we just told him what to do, what we wanted, what we liked. It was fabulous. The first time he got a mouthful of Lenny's sperm, he was totally surprised. For at least a week beforehand, Lenny had announced to me that he was going to tag Jimbo's mouth one way or another, so I knew the thing was going to happen. This night he had been face-fucking Jimbo, who was laid out on his bed with a pillow under his head. I remember watching Lenny's ass cheeks squeezing hard while he pushed into Jimbo's face. At the first spurt, Jimbo tried to yank his head away but of course Lenny wouldn't let him, and he kept ramming his penis into Jimbo's mouth. But Jimbo ended up spitting all the sperm out, getting it all over everything, cussing the whole time. I had a hard time keeping from laughing at the scene. But I knew it still wasn't very satisfying to Lenny that first time. But now we had cleared that obstacle, and there was no turning back for Jimbo. So we told him what we wanted, that he had to keep sucking on our pricks, even if they were going off in his mouth. I was next that night, and he did me much better, kept his mouth over my penis, and then swallowed my load. I am sure it helped that it was not a surprise like it had been with Lenny. We trained him well, and after a few times, he had learned how to take us beautifully, suctioning our sperm as it was being released, even if our hips were violently pounding into his face. He learned over time how to arouse us slowly, keep us on edge, and then push the envelope hard once we were at the no-stopping point and our pricks were erupting. These were unquestionably the most satisfying blowjobs I had gotten to date, maybe even for Lenny too. Of course, there were a few differences between having Jimbo pleasure us and our earlier girlfriends. The major one was that Jimbo was a guy, but that didn't seem to bother us much. Our groins were getting a good, regular workout. We had him irregularly over the semester. Several variables interfered as to whether we had a session or not. Ron and Carlos were gone several weekends in the spring when their baseball team was on the road, so the three of us had the place to ourselves. That was one limitation. It also depended on whether Lenny or I had found a girl to court. Several potential weekends Lenny was occupied with one new girl or another, but for some reason or another, none of them ended up being long-term. I know I said we pretty much got Jimbo to do whatever we wanted, which is not quite accurate. He did balk a couple times at some of our odder requests but only showed anger once. That was when Lenny said "Suck me good, faggot," while he prepared to stick his penis in Jim's mouth. Jimbo barked at him. "I am not a faggot just because I am sucking you off!" The intensity of his reaction took us by surprise, he had been pretty docile in our hands. "You're not queer if it's all done under duress! Extortion! Blackmail!" His eyes flashed. Lenny never apologized, but also never said that word or anything like it again. But he still got his penis sucked, that part didn't change. I had a few favorite memories. Once was the time we tied Jim up, I won't forgot that one. Another was when Lenny and I brought a half-drunk, hot-cunted wench home, and she got excited by the prospect of three pricks at the same time, not just the two of us. That was amazing. I guess the third was Jim in panties, and for sheer oddness, I ought to relate that story. Lenny and I recalled it later as the long weekend "panty orgy." Lenny brought a pair of panties out one Friday night when we were set to have a session with Jimbo, when Ron and Carlos were gone for the weekend. These were left to him from an earlier girlfriend, Joanna, as a memento. Lenny insisted that Jimbo wear them. Jimbo started to protest but never really launched any sort of successful defense. He removed his jeans and undies and reluctantly pulled on the panties. "Take your shirt off too," said Lenny. Well, they were pastel-blue, fairly regulation-style bikini type undies, and Lenny and I had to keep from busting up when we saw Jimbo in them. Just pulling off his shorts and pulling on the panties had gotten Jimbo's prick semi-hard, and you could see its outline plain as day in the thin fabric of the panties. I don't know what it is about body parts that are hiding, or only suggested, that makes them more appealing, but seeing his quickly stiffening tool inside the panties was fascinating. Jim weighed maybe a hundred and twenty pounds all total, flat stomach, thin shoulders and a skinny hairless chest which held two small pointed nipples Lenny and I had come to enjoy twisting and teasing to make them erect. We watched as his cock inflated within the confines of the baby-blue panties. "Cute as a button," said Lenny while he tweaked a nipple and gave Jimbo's crotch a little massage. "This stuff is so soft," he said, meaning the fabric, but it could be applied to the feel of Jimbo's cock too. "I used to get Joanna all wet rubbing her cunt through these, and she gave them to me one night after I shagged her in a field a few years ago." He ran his tongue along his lips and looked at Jim. "Sure wish you were her, but I guess we gotta settle with what we got." After a couple minutes he left off rubbing Jimbo's crotch, and we saw his prick pushing hard against the front of the panties. Whoever Joanna was, she was smaller than Jimbo, not surprisingly, and her panties would have been a tight fit even without an erection. But Jimbo's organ pushed out front with a vengeance, and the sight of it was enough to get us hard too. We pulled our clothes off and got on the bed, and put Jimbo in all sorts of positions. Lenny had him down on his back one time and tried humping him missionary style, rubbing his own prick on the outside of the panties, where they smooth fabric made a nice rubbing spot. We had Jimbo kneel, and pulled his prick out of one side of the panties to see what it would look like poking out sideways. Then we stuffed it back inside but freed his balls so they hung unconfined. At that time in my life I would have told you I always preferred women for looks, but when you have a handful of pricks to horse around with, there's an awful lot of fun to be had there too. A stiff cock is one the best playthings the world has ever invented. At one point Jimbo, on all fours, was sucking Lenny, who was sitting up at the headboard of the bed, eyes transfixed on the mirror view, while I was feeling Jimbo's prick and balls through the panties. His hips were squirming around, and a wet spot had appeared at the top waistband of the panties where his prick head was. Lenny pulled his cock out of Jim's mouth and had him lie down on his back, head on the pillows. Then Lenny knelt down on his knees in front of him and had him suck his prick for awhile. Lenny particularly liked dangling his prick head in front of Jimbo's mouth and getting a good work over, stopping at times while pulling his prick up and pointing towards the ceiling, so that Jimbo could tongue his balls. Neither Lenny or I had been able to get our girlfriends over the course of time to spend anywhere near enough attention on our testicles, so having Jimbo at our command made it possible to get some serious stimulation. There were plenty of nights when we had him licking our ballocks more than anything else. We were able to stay real aroused without shooting our loads too soon. It had become apparent too, that despite Jimbo's reluctant manner and grumbling, he was enjoying himself. His cock, at least, gave that impression, since it stayed hard as soon as he had put hand or mouth to our own organs, and remained that way until he had managed his own ejaculation. As part of our own amusement, we usually kept him erect but unclimaxed until the very end, after we had had our own pleasure. After a while, Lenny pulled out of Jimbo's mouth, his shaft all slobbery wet. Then he turned around, facing towards Jimbo's feet, and squatted over Jimbo's head, so that Jimbo could suckle his balls. This also had become a favorite amusement, especially towards the end of a session. With Jimbo lying down, you could squat over his face and drop your balls into his mouth for some good tongue action. Sometimes we just jerked off onto Jimbo's belly, and the combination of squatting and having your balls licked, while you got yourself off the rest of the way, was often particularly powerful. I saw that Jimbo's cock was rock hard, straining against the panties we had forced him into. As Lenny stroked his own dick while Jimbo sucked his balls, I reached over and began to rub Jim's prick through the panties. His hips jerked with the touch and Lenny got an evil looking grin on his face. He dropped his crotch more forcefully onto Jimbo's face, making sure his balls were completely inside Jimbo's mouth, and his fist began flying up and down his prick until he showered Jimbo's belly with a load of sperm. At the same time that Lenny began to shoot, Jimbo did too, and it was a hoot to see him coat the inside of the panties with his own semen. Jim Boomer's Schlong Semester As I watched Lenny's sperm fly out onto Jimbo's chest I kept rubbing Jimbo's shaft up and down, milking the last ounce of sperm out of him. A dark wet circle continued to grow in the panties around the head of his cock, while he squirmed in a desperate attempt to empty his balls. I mean, it just looked so funny, this poor constricted cock in those silly-looking panties. We finished that night by having Jimbo take me in his mouth. I was hot, and didn't want to end by jerking off, so fucked him good in his mouth with his head on the pillow. When Lenny and I staggered off to our room, Lenny told Jimbo he had to wear the panties to bed, and that we would be back in the morning. "No locking the door," he said. "What do you have planned for tomorrow?" I asked when we were getting into our beds. "You know how your cock is usually rock hard first thing in the morning?" "Sure," I said. "Probably ninety percent of the time you wake up that way." "Yep. Well wouldn't it be nice to have it taken care of before breakfast?" Ah, of course. Lenny sketched out his plot. We would go in early tomorrow, get sucked, maybe get Jimbo to cream in his panties again, and have some fun that whole day. It was a cold and rainy April weekend, not much else going on. We sneaked in on the next morning and pulled off his blanket. Sure enough, Jimbo was still in the panties, now all stained and crusty with his leavings. Lenny wasted no time and stuck his cock right into Jimbo's mouth while he was still in bed. I began rubbing Jimbo's cock though the panties, and he responded with a few murmurs while Lenny's cockhead was still engulfed. Lenny didn't take long and just kept ramming his cock into Jimbo's mouth. It was probably all of a five minute quickie, and I remember Jimbo's glazed eyes while he tried to swallow down Lenny's morning load. I laid down on the bed and had Jimbo go down on me on all fours in a sixty-nine above me. I rubbed his cock through the panties while he tongued me up and down. This too didn't take very long for finishing, the early morning insistent hard-on being the beast that it is, and I soon found my hips humping as best they could, my asscheeks squeezing as I pumped a good six or seven spurts of morning sperm into Jimbo's mouth. A pile of it leaked out of his mouth down my shaft, as I turned my attention back to him. In less than a minute by rubbing him with my hand, his cock had coated the inside of his panties again with his own morning's semen, his hips quivering around above me, while I ran my hands along his shaft and perineum, which felt marvelous soft through the panties' material. Again, Lenny insisted Jimbo wear the panties all day. We pissed, got dressed, and had breakfast together, Jimbo slouching behind us, while Lenny and I chatted about sports over our eggs and bacon. The rest of the day we kept the excitement for the upcoming evening going. We studied, and talked sex, and watched the Red Sox play their game in whatever out-of-town stadium they were at. They never would have played at Fenway, the New England weather then was too miserable for outdoor sports. Periodically we would call Jimbo in from his room and have us bring us a drink of lemonade or some pretzels or something. Lenny would pull on Jimbo's waistband to see if the panties were still on, which they always were. "How's it feel in there?" he would ask. And Jimbo would grimace. Instead of going out for dinner in the evening, we ordered out for pizza. Our place was well stocked with beer, and we were planning a good time. Lenny had magnanimously offered to pay for the food, but Jimbo's face didn't betray any real gratitude. "Do you think we ought to have Jimbo open the door in just his panties when the pizza arrives?" joked Lenny. "Only if the driver is female," I said, only the two of us laughing. But instead, after the food arrived, we did have Jimbo strip down, in our room for a change, and had him parade around the room while we had dinner. Lenny ordered him to bring us beer as we needed it, and it was fun to see Jim's testicles move around in the panties as he went about his servant work. Every time he came by, one, or both, of us would give his prick a little feel through the fabric, so Jimbo had a hard-on the whole time. I remember running my fingers along the smooth fabric covering his ass, while Lenny rubbed his balls in front. Finally, Lenny pushed away his plate and set his beer down on the corner table next to our couch. He pulled off his pants, and his prick lolled out on his right thigh. "Gimme a good lick," he ordered Jimbo. "Come over on all fours." Jimbo got down and crawled over to Lenny, and I watched him take the tip of Lenny's prick into his mouth. He was slow and deliberate, which is what we liked most of the time, and while he gave Lenny a series of early licks, I came up behind Jimbo and rubbed his balls and ass through the panties. We did this for a little while and I pulled the panties around so they cut through his balls, one testicle hanging out each side, splitting them as it were. While doing this I remembered that we had our own mirror in our room too, not set up like in Jimbo's, but as the inside of our closet door. I opened the door, and since the mirror was a full length one, I turned the door until it was the right angle for us to see our little adventures. Lenny smiled. Lenny's prick was a full-bore, raging hard-on by now, so we had Jimbo leave off and attend to me. I stood, hands on hips with Jimbo on his knees, and Lenny and I watched him, alternately straight on and then in the mirror, as he took my semi-hard organ in his mouth, hands playing over my balls. I won't forget that sight soon. Ever since dumping my load into his mouth that morning, I had been thinking about the next climax. It took very little attention from Jimbo before my cock was hard again, in that delicious pre-climax phase that I wanted to last forever. I would pull out from time to time, scrunch my groin into Jimbo's face, rubbing my balls and shaft over his cheeks, and offered up my testicles for some serious sucking. After a few minutes, Lenny joined me, and we alternated putting our prick heads into Jimbo's mouth, while we doubled our pleasure watching ourselves in the mirror. Then we tried something that I thought both of us thought was possible, which turned out not to be, at least in this case. We tried to stick both our cocks into Jimbo's mouth at the same time, but no matter how we tried, they wouldn't fit. Oh well, enough of that experiment. We took a beer break, which I don't think Jimbo minded, he kept rubbing his jaw. We eyed each others' pricks as they went from raging stiff to languid but expectant. Lenny was sucking on a beer when he motioned Jimbo over to me. "Let's free the pony," he said, and I pulled the panties off of Jimbo. His cock stood out about forty five degrees, full and anxious, but not quite penetration-worthy. I played with his foreskin, pushing it up and down over his glans, until the head emerged fully, shining with desire, and the shaft stood out proud and stiff. While I knew Lenny had mixed feelings about this, I couldn't help myself. I took Jimbo's cock in my mouth, and felt the little thrill of having someone's manhood under control. The smell and taste was musty, intoxicating, as I reflected that he had had his organ bound up in semen-soaked underwear for what, almost twenty-four hours? I flicked my tongue over his glans, took him down as far as I could comfortably go, and pulled back, licking along his shaft, watching his prick rise, until it was pointing towards the ceiling. I nuzzled his balls, which were boiling away in their sac, preparing semen for launch, and luxuriated in their soft, sweaty, ballsy smell. "Nice," murmured Lenny. He motioned Jimbo over, and felt his balls all over, taking his time. Lenny hadn't touched Jimbo much, and had mostly been on the receiving end of sexual attention, so this was a bit of a departure. I couldn't read Jimbo's expression, but did enjoy both views of the fondling, both straight on and in the mirror, where the light gave Jim's testicles a great back-lit glow. "Let's see you duck-walk around the room," said Lenny finally. And this was a hoot. Jimbo waddled around, knees bent, while his heavy, aching prick bobbed up and down, from side to side, between his legs. Lenny had him stop in front of his crotch again, while he raised his right foot and fondled Jim's balls, sticking his big toe up into or near Jim's anus from time to time. I think Jim would have exploded if you had done so much as breathed on his prickhead. "Okay, big guy," Lenny grunted. "Suck me off. Take your time, and spend a lotta effort on my nuts. No hurry." He spread his legs, and drew Jimbo's mouth towards his organ. It took about twenty minutes. Jimbo worked at it all right. He licked nuts, he took Lenny's prick down his throat as far as it would go. He licked it up, he licked it down. He spit saliva on his hands and rubbed the noble rod around until Lenny was dying for relief. Lenny lay down on the couch and Jimbo knelt next to him, taking his prick head in his mouth to finish him off. I couldn't help it, and wandered over to the couch, spreading Lenny's legs apart for a good balls-eye view of the action. Lenny smiled, and complied, opening his legs out. When it was close, and Jimbo was going up and down pretty good, I took Lenny's balls into my own mouth, gently sucking on them. I found I could feel the tension in his balls build up. Lenny suddenly started heaving his hips, contracting his anus and squeezing his ass. Six or seven heaves later, amidst some heavy-duty grunting, he relaxed, a dribble of semen escaping out of Jim's mouth and down Lenny's shaft. Jimbo released him, and we all watched Lenny's prick slide out, glistening and slowly shrinking. It is funny how the head goes first, gets small after an eruption, and then the shaft slowly relaxes, until in a few minutes it was just a smallish, but soggy mass of flaccid skin and depleted hydraulics. I was conflicted. My prick was calling so loudly I could scarcely ignore it. But I wanted to see Jimbo get off too, and had found that event less arousing when I had already come. So I had him stand up and stick his prick near my face, so I could suck him. It felt nice, all smooth and ivory-like in my mouth. He was moving around way too much for comfort, however, so I licked his balls for awhile, gently stroking his prick while it was pointing skyward. When I felt him getting close, I had him lie on the couch, and took a spot under his testicles, just like as with Lenny. I licked, sucked, caressed his balls while using one hand on his shaft and then too, just like Lenny, there was some heavings, and I jerked out his load onto his belly. It was fun watching him pucker up his anus with each spurt, and see the semen get propelled out of his prick. My prick was raging. I knew I was so excited I would never last long and was trying to figure out the best way I wanted to continue. Jimbo got up off the couch, resigned to no relaxation yet. Lenny moved over on the couch, positioning himself for a good view, and I laid down next to him. Jimbo did pretty much the same thing as for Lenny, only it took a lot less time. I was torn between wanting to watch the proceedings in the mirror, but that was almost too arousing so I finally just closed my eyes and felt his tongue traveling along my glans. And then I too was heaving, the pressure building up, and I felt my sperm jet into Jimbo's suctioning mouth. What was this, four mouthfuls of semen today for him? He did a nice job of milking the last bits out of me though, and I was drained, drained, drained. We left all the stuff from dinner right there, made our separate ways to the toilet, pissing out our beer, and cleaning up our soggy groins. Before turning in, Jimbo asked, "Do I hafta keep wearing the stupid panties?" Lenny waved him off with an overly magnanimous gesture. "Naw, take a shower if you want." It was probably the kindest offer he had made to Jimbo all semester. Lenny and I crawled into bed, exhausted, to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. It was during one of those rare weekends that Lenny was off with his latest girlfriend, Ron and Carlos also away, when Jim knocked at my door one Saturday night. I was studying for a major test. It had been a few weeks since Jimbo had been involved in any sort of sexual activity, and the business of wrapping up our senior year was claiming each of us in our own way, finishing up papers, reviewing notes for exams. Jim came in to ask some generic question about the flat, some details about rent deposit return and dates for clearing out when our lease ran out in June. I answered him but found he kept hanging around, making small talk that got smaller and smaller. I guess I finally realized he wasn't going away. I looked up at him from my notebook. His expression was confused, indecisive, and he kept shifting from one foot to another. "What's up, Jimbo? You can talk with me." I looked at his face carefully. He hemmed and hawed a little. It wasn't until he mentioned obliquely his erotic clandestine subservient role to Lenny and me over the past months that I finally picked up on what was up. He wanted some sexual action! I felt pretty stupid for not figuring this out. It had become fairly obvious that despite his superficial opposition, he actually hadn't mind servicing our two cocks. Usually by the time his hands or his lips had touched a penis, his own cock was rock hard. And it stayed that way the whole time. Lenny almost never touched him, unless it was to push his head down on his penis, close to a climax. But I had gotten to enjoy Jimbo's dick, how nice it got when aroused, how much fun it was for me to be sucked by someone who had an insistent erection himself. "You looking for a little penis action?" I asked carelessly. Jim's face got red. "Yeah, well it has been a few weeks, and you guys have been busy and everything..." His words trailed off. "Well why didn't you say something?" I said, not quite sharply, but with more of an edge than I intended. "Hey look, Rob, I would never say anything to Lenny. It is not so pleasant with him. He's pushy. Doesn't care about much else besides his own cock's pleasure." He paused. "His semen tastes awful. Yours is fine." His brows furrowed. "But you have been a decent guy about it all. And well.." he looked at my crotch, more hungrily than I think he realized. I sat back in my chair and laughed. "You want my penis? That's it?" He nodded meekly. "Well, and maybe something for my own cock too." He looked at me hopefully. I laughed again. "Okay, fair enough. Let me get in another half hour of study, then we're good." His smile was almost worth the whole semi-awkward interaction. "You're on!" he said. "Why don't you come on over when you're done?" he said breathlessly, and then he turned and was out the door. I finished up after a bit and brought a couple beers into his room. His door was shut, so I knocked before I went in. Jimbo opened it. He had a tee-shirt on, but nothing else. His cock was half hard, it looked like he had been playing with himself, and I noticed he had lit a candle on his bedside table. This was a bit odd, and I shivered. The guy was really anxious for me. I had never had anything like this happen before. We sat on his bed and drank beer. His hand kept traveling to his dick, casually kneading the head or cupping his balls. He kept the talk away from sex, but I felt his eyes returning to my crotch, again and again. He had edged over next to me on the bed, his fingers started tracing my inner thigh. When they got to my penis, I had already begun to harden. I was determined to stretch this out a little. There was no Lenny around, so we wouldn't have him directing traffic. I stood up deliberately, and looking Jimbo in the eye the whole time, undid my jeans one button at a time, and slowly pulled my penis free from my undershorts. He looked at it, hard. His eyes went to mine and he smiled. He moved closer, opened his mouth and took me in. His eyes were closed, and he ran the fingers of one hand under my balls. They were all bunched up, already, and the sensation of his warm mouth, his tongue doing lovely things to the head of my cock, was intoxicating. I let him suck me a little, before urging him into bed, and pulling his own shirt off. I undressed and we pulled the covers over us for some warmth. I didn't want to come quickly myself, so I felt his own penis, hard and expectant, up and down with my fingertips, then knelt down by his crotch and took him in my mouth. It was good not to have Lenny for a change. I could do what I wanted without any concern about what he think of my interest in pleasuring Jim. I gave Jim a prolonged suck. His penis was the first uncircumcised one for me, I had only had Lenny's before. I had come to enjoy the variety an uncut cock introduced, the way you could slide the loose outer skin up and down the shaft. At first it was funny to suck on his penis with the foreskin over the head, but then it was sweet to expose the head for direct tongue-work. Jimbo always inhaled deeply the first time my tongue touched the bare skin of his prickhead, and way too soon, his hips were moving around. I pulled up next to him, to keep things going, and we felt each other's prick. A couple times I got the feeling he might try to kiss me, but either he chickened out or didn't want to push things too far. He was far more aggressive than ever before, however, and soon was back down at my cock. I put my hands lightly on the sides of his head. Somehow feeling his head motions while he worked me over with his mouth was arousing. He sucked my balls longer than usual, his wet tongue pushing my testicles around in their sac. It was grand. But I was building up a good head of steam, and he knew it. He spread my legs and knelt between them, then took my prick back into his mouth. He worked quickly, sliding his lips up and down my shaft, pausing at the head to work his tongue around. All too soon, I felt my balls get to that impossible point. My hips bucked, my anus contracted and I shot into his mouth. He kept working his mouth over me after the first pulse, the suction now intense, and I sent five good strong spurts of semen into him. As my hips slowed down, he continued to nurse my prickhead. My penis quickly shrank and became too sensitive to endure any more touch. He pulled up next to me and put his head on my chest. For some reason it felt nice, and I found myself stroking his hair. I rested a bit, then made my way down to do him. It was fun. Perhaps in reciprocity, I suckled an extended time at his testicles. They were so warm, they bunched up into his sac, and I delighted in the way his hips squirmed around while I licked him, one hand lightly playing over his shaft. I knew he was worked up, also that he could come quickly sometimes, so I moved back to his prickhead and, just like he had done me, knelt between his legs and took him in my mouth. With the three of us together, all the action had always had a large visual component -- almost show quality. I got to see Lenny get sucked, then he would watch me like a hawk while Jimbo drew a spermload from me. Then he would watch while either Jimbo wanked off, or I would do things to urge him along. It was crowd-sex, really, which of course was part of the fun. But here now, under the covers, I closed my eyes and totally focused on Jimbo's insistent penis, noting how firm and smooth it was in my mouth, how intensely his hips were moving underneath me. While I wanted it to go on longer, I suddenly felt the first pulse of his sperm erupt in my mouth, thick, urgent, satisfying. Jim Boomer's Schlong Semester His hands were on my head and he urged me in and out until he was done, deep exhales with each spurt of sperm. I tongued him lightly afterward, until his cockhead shrank. I came back up next to him and we rested side by side for a bit. Then he took me by surprise. He leaned over and kissed me. His breath was strong, spermy -- of course it was my own. He dug his tongue into my mouth and came back out. "Semen," he murmured. "One of the nicest things in the world. Cannot be produced without pleasure." This was the most philosophical statement I had ever heard him make. I was stunned. I was a bit weirded out, to tell you the truth. All of sudden things had shifted, not in the way I had expected. I had a nervous fit and quickly started to get out of bed. "Rob!" Jimbo said, softly and urgently. "Sorry. I got carried away." Something kept me there but I turned away from him. He nestled up behind me and I felt his arms around me, his breath on my neck. We stayed that way for some time. It was warm, almost too warm under the covers. We had each sweated up pretty fiercely with our orgasms and under-the-sheets sucking each other. My thoughts were all over the place. "Rob?" he asked softly. I nodded. He was tentative. "Can I ask a huge favor, please?" I nodded. "Will you stay the night?" There was a long silence while I thought, two opposing urges taking turns in my head. I didn't want to set a new precedent. I wanted to return to my own room, my own bed, not have any more complications to the odd little three-way sexual triangle we had created. On the other hand, Lenny and I had taken huge advantage of Jimbo this term, although now it appeared it wasn't maybe as onerous to him as we had thought. He was making a rare, unguarded request. My opposition slowly melted away. "I'll make it worth your while," he went on, a bit breathlessly. "Okay," I said softly, and felt him give me an extra hug from behind. We lay still for a few minutes, before he spoke again. "Ah, Rob? I guess I am not done asking favors yet." I stiffened, now what? He went on hastily. "I am all soaking wet with sweat. Do you mind if I take a shower? Maybe you can do a quick one too? After me?" This was not a bad idea. I had to pee anyway. Jimbo went first and when he came out of the shower, he leaned into me. "Would you maybe not use soap on your crotch? Just a good rinse there? Just water on your ass too, but do it nice and clean?" I laughed but agreed. So then we were back under the covers again, clean and glad to be warm and in bed. After we each warmed up a bit, he urged me over on to my stomach, and gave me a short back rub. It felt good. My muscles relaxed as he pushed them around, but after he had gone up and down my upper body, he took me by surprise again. He started kissing me, beginning from my neck and moving down. He kissed my shoulders, my back, tickled my armpits with a darting tongue, and then lightly kissed the very bottom of my spine, that sensitive place on your tailbone just above where your ass cheeks separate. I quivered when he hit this spot, I had never known it to feel so good. He took a long time kissing my ass cheeks. He kneaded them with his hands, His hands made their way underneath and up my crotch. He had me spread my legs out and put me into a frog position, my hips slightly elevated, with enough room for my penis, which had inexplicably hardened, to grow some more. It felt so odd to have him be the one initiating things, arranging things for his own pleasure, not ours. Although maybe this was supposed to me for my benefit too. I felt open, vulnerable, with my ass spread and sticking backwards. He cupped my balls in his hand, and rubbed my perineum. It felt good. He kissed my ass cheeks while he stroked my balls. My whole groin was alive with arousal. He started kissing my ass again, only this time along my ass crack. I held my breath. Slowly he made his way down, until he was hovering over my anus. I could feel the warmth of his breath, the gentle touch of his lips. And then there was a wet insistent pressure at my anus. I tensed, but he continued, his hand making excruciatingly pleasurable movements on my prick now, slowly gliding up and down. His tongue played about. My nerve endings were on edge. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He kissed my anus, then slowly tongued it, gently at first, but then I felt him wetly push inside me and the most extraordinary sensations followed. My penis was on fire. He kept rubbing my balls with one hand, the other stroking my penis. When one hand was at the tip of my cock and his tongue inside me, it felt like it was completing some sort of mega-electrical connection. The pleasure was intense. I found my hips moving about restlessly, but I didn't want it to end this way. I disengaged, and turned over onto my back. Jimbo stayed at my crotch however, kneeling next to me, and took my penis into his mouth. I spread my legs, happy to have him rubbing my testicles. But as my hips began squirming more and more, I found his finger playing around my anus again. He paused to lick his finger wet, then placed it at my opening and I felt my anus yielding to his pressure. Soon he was sucking my prick and probing about inside me with his finger. I exploded. It was total. My hips bucked ferociously. I felt my anus clamp down on his finger and I sent the first spurt of sperm into his mouth. He kept sucking, kept prodding his finger into me, while I humped and humped. The sperm left my penis with extraordinary power. It was one of the most intense climaxes I had ever had, my legs spasming uncontrollably. I am not sure if I whimpered, but I finally found my ass squeezing its final little frantic contractions, while Jimbo coaxed the last of my sperm out. I lay still, my chest heaving. He gradually came back up next to me. To my relief, he did not try to kiss me this time, but he let me curl up, and held me from behind. I fell asleep nearly instantly. It was later that he confessed that since the very beginning he had wanted to do this little anal thing with me, stick his tongue up my ass. He had discovered in his own masturbation that it felt good to penetrate himself with a finger, that it heightened his pleasure, and he wanted to make sure I got the chance for the same enjoyment. The opportunity to probe my anus in exploration, using his tongue, without Lenny around to get any ideas, had been an enduring turn-on for him. I awoke the next morning with his arms around me. His left hand had drifted down to my crotch and must have been playing over my penis. I was hard. He sucked me again before we got out of bed, another deep round of sperm went down his throat. I was prepared to do him too, but he demurred. "You've already done plenty," he said, "thanks." It is one of my great regrets that I did not insist on pleasuring him then, as it would turn out to be the last time that I would have a chance with Jimbo's penis alone without Lenny around. On the other hand, it is well we did not tarry in bed, as Lenny ended up coming back to the suite far earlier Sunday morning than we expected. I was in the living room studying, while Jimbo had only just emerged from his shower. "Sharon's roommate barged in on us way too early today, trouble with her boyfriend." He looked disgusted but didn't elaborate. He looked at Jimbo standing in the doorway, a towel still around his waist. "Lucky for you I got my rocks off twice with her last night, or otherwise I'd be abusing your throat something serious today. Hate to see you get a break, but I guess everyone needs time off one way or another and you've had a good rest. No mouth-load of sperm from me today." Lenny made this sound like he was granting a favor, which I suppose it was. Jimbo just looked back at him, expressionless. I laughed inside. My own penis had experienced more explosive experiences than Lenny this weekend. I don't think Lenny saw the sly look Jimbo then shot me. My head was a bit undone, but my groin was warm and satisfied, one of the stranger events of that final semester. There ended up being just a few more threesomes during the last of the semester. Jimbo never brought up our separate liaison, and never pursued it further. It ended up being an odd little island in our triangle. That night did change parts of our later sexual sessions, however, mostly enhancing them for me. I think for Jimbo too. I was more eager to pay attention to his own pleasure. From then on, I sucked Jimbo, not Jimbo's penis, and that was a major difference. Not that I enjoyed his penis less, it was more that his cock was an extension of him now, and that his own pleasure became more a concern of mine. I do not think Lenny detected any difference, and in the grand scheme of things, I think all three cocks were pleased with the enjoyment they got that spring. And of course what Lenny and I had thought was a burden and a torture and an ordeal for Jimbo turned out, in many ways, to perhaps be exactly what he wanted. We just hadn't known it. I don't know whatever happened to Jimbo. He disappeared from our lives after that last stretch at UNH. Lenny said he heard later that someone had seen him at a distance walking hand in hand with another guy. Maybe we had something to do with that, or perhaps it was destined anyhow. I will always wonder.