When I was in college, I shared an apartment with two
other eighteen year-old guys. Jerry was a farm boy like
me and Mark was a big city kid from Manhattan. Because
we had so much in common, Jerry and I hit it off pretty
well. Although we were really busy with our studies
during the week, we went out partying every weekend. We
both wanted to find girlfriends, but because there were
far more guys than gals at our school, there was fierce
competition for pussy.
The one Friday night, we went to a rowdy singles bar to
chase girls and after hours and hours of trying, we
finally gave up and went to a quiet bar where we could
just hang out and talk. We both drank more than usual
as we talked about our limited sexual experience and
life.
Jerry told me far more about himself than I wanted to
know. He said he was unsure about his sexual
preferences after sprouting a hard-on while watching a
gay video once. “There’s only one way that I can find
out if I’m gay,” he said. “I’ve got to go down on a
guy. If I don’t like it, I’ll know that I’m not gay.”
There was a long hesitation, then, “Would you? You
know, let me suck your cock Jim?”
I think would have jumped at the chance to get a
blowjob from a stranger, but Jerry was my friend and I
was afraid that if he sucked my dick it would destroy
our friendship. After a long silence I told him that I
would think about it on the way home. I knew that our
roommate Mark, always went home to his folks on
weekends so Jerry and I had the apartment to ourselves.
I took a shower and then went to Jerry’s room where I
found him naked on his bed slowly masturbating his big
cock. I had never seen him with a hard-on before. (I’d
never seen any guy other that me with a hard-on
before.) I was very impressed by his nine-inch tool. I
took the towel from around my waist to expose my six-
inch boner. “How do you want to do this?” I asked.
Jerry sat on the edge of the bed and motioned me toward
him. Suddenly my cock was buried in his warm wet
slippery mouth. I had only had two blowjobs in my life
and that was from a slut in high school, and they
hadn’t been half as good as the head I was suddenly
getting from Jerry. I could hardly believe that he had
never sucked cock before, but he insisted that he
hadn’t.
I asked him if I should cum in his mouth or pull out.
“Cum in my mouth,” he answered. “I want to see what
it’s like.”
If I hadn’t been drunk I would have shot off within a
minute or two. As it was, it took him more than a half
an hour to suck me off. He became more skillful with
every second that passed. When he did something with
his lips or tongue that felt especially good, I told
him and he added it to his repertoire.
I was afraid he would stop sucking if I warned him that
I was going to cum, so I let fly without saying a word.
He gagged on my copious load at first, but managed to
get it all down.
Afterward, feeling completely drained, but relaxed I
asked, “Well? How did you like it?”
“It was okay. It didn’t feel unnatural. You should try
it, too.”
I didn’t say anything, but I got down on my knees and
examined Jerry’s thick cock. I felt that the fair thing
to do, was to give him a blowjob in return, but I just
couldn’t bring myself to do it.
But I finally agreed to jerk him off and let him cum on
me, so I stretched out on the bed and had him stand
beside it. I reached up and took his big cock in my
hand and began jerking him off. It took him a long time
to cum but when he finally did, his jism fell on me
like warm rain. At least ten spurts gushed out of his
cock onto my chest, belly, cock, and thighs. Some even
dribbled onto my face.
I don’t remember how many times Jerry sucked me off
that weekend, but it was probably around ten times.
Neither of us could get enough of the sex. Jerry
constantly pestered me to let him practice tooting my
meat whistle, and I was always willing to let him do
it.
Although I was never able to bring myself to give him
head, I gave him a hand-job after each time he sucked
me off. I enjoyed the feel of his big, greasy cock in
my hand and the sight of his cum spitting into the air.
Neither of us had any sap left in our balls come Monday
morning.
***
It was wonderful having somebody around who couldn’t
get enough of sucking my cock and who was so good at
it. I hardly ever masturbated after that and when I
did, it was almost always with Jerry and for the fun of
it, rather than out of necessity. I even jacked off in
his mouth several times.
During the week when Mark was around, Jerry and I had
to be discrete, but we still managed to get each other
off once or twice a day. One morning I awoke to find
him sucking my hard cock. I didn’t stop him and it
wasn’t long before I was serving him a hot breakfast.
***
One Friday night after going out on the town for a few
drinks, Jerry decided that he wanted to see how many
times in a row he could suck me off. We had just
finished final exams and Jerry said that he felt the
need to take a final exam in Cocksucking-101.
I embellished his fantasy by suggesting a grading
system. I told him that six or more times would earn
him an “A”, five times a “B”, and four times a “C”.
We stopped at an adult bookstore and rented three or
four porno tapes for inspiration. Then back at the
apartment, we stripped down and popped a tape into the
VCR. Jerry had been down on his knees gobbling my dick
for about ten minutes when the door suddenly flew open
and Mark strode in.
My heart skipped a few beats and I suddenly felt like I
was going to faint. Jerry turned as pale as a ghost and
looked as though he would faint too. I expected Mark to
turn around and stomp out, but instead, he began to
laugh. He couldn’t control his laughter and staggered
around guffawing. I didn’t know what to make of his
strange behavior. When he finally got himself under
control, he said, “Why didn’t you sonsabitches invite
me to the party?”
By the time he got out of his clothes, his dick was as
hard as a hammer handle. He explained that his flight
had been canceled because of the weather. Mark told us
that he wanted to watch Jerry finish me off and then he
wanted a turn. He had me stretch out near the TV so he
could watch us and the porno at the same time.
Grinning from ear-to-ear, he sat on the couch
masturbating and waiting for his turn. When I told Mark
about the game we were playing, he said, “Count me in.
I’ve always wanted to see how many times in a row I
could cum.”
We decided to make a contest of it.
After I creamed in Jerry’s mouth, he crawled over and
began sucking Mark’s long, dark slender dick. Mark
didn’t last even a minute. “His cum tastes just like
yours,” Jerry said to me.
Jerry had a dick in his mouth for most of the night.
The only time he stopped sucking us was to take a swig
of beer or to go to the bathroom. I played with his
cock while he was sucking Mark, and even after I jacked
him off a couple of times he was still hungry for our
hot meat.
Jerry earned an “A” by sucking me off six times. Mark
could only manage to cum five times so Jerry earned a
“B” from him. After that, Mark and I referred to Jerry
as “our slut” because he never refused to suck us off
when we asked for it.
We were convinced that Jerry was 100% gay and we
decided to conduct an experiment. We made him take off
his clothes and then we put the latest issue of
Penthouse in front of him and told him to leaf through
it while we watched. He hadn’t turned more than twenty
pages before his dick was rock-hard. “Guys, I have
fantasies about girls all the time,” he said. “I guess,
just because I love to suck dick doesn’t mean I’m gay.”
Mark eventually fucked Jerry in the ass, but I couldn’t
bring myself to go that far. Jerry loved having my dick
in his mouth and Mark’s up his butt at the same time.
I eventually tried sucking their dicks to see what it
was like, but I didn’t acquire a taste for it the way
Jerry had. I did enjoy giving them hand-jobs, though.
To this day I love making cum squirt out of a greasy
cock all over my hand.
Our relationship continued for two years, then Jerry
dropped out and I transferred to another school. I
admit that I really missed having a willing mouth to
pop my dick into whenever I got horny.