Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2012 09:07:12 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 10

College m/m oral anal

This story is completely fiction; it is the story of a college student and
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I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 10


Every now and then Terry would pass me in the hall or catch me in the
lounge and whisper, "I'm going to shave at 3:00."  I'm sure there was at
least one time when he didn't need to shave at all.  He just wanted to suck
and fuck.  That was okay with me!  I never got enough of his sleek
swimmer's body.  Or his hot dick in my ass.  Or mine in his!

Zach was doing a little better adjusting to life as a closet gay.  He was
quieter when other guys were around; he still was mostly silent when the
subject was sex -- as it frequently was -- but he didn't make all the
judgement calls he had before, not just about "queers" but about anything.
I don't think anyone else noticed the change.  They just weren't interested
in Zach enough to care.  And he continued to amaze me with those powerful
cumshots!  He could almost always get at least at least one in his mouth --
and this was while he was sitting down!  He never asked to fuck me.  But he
often indicated he wanted a fuck.  He loved my dick up his ass.

But he needed to get a little more.  One day when I saw Terry, I asked him
if, the next time he shaved, I could send somebody else to him.  He asked
me who I had in mind and looked surprised when I told him it was Zach.  I
told Terry about taking Zach's cherry, about his powerful cumshots, and
about his love of getting cock up his ass.  Terry agreed.  After a little
coaxing, so did Zach.  A few mornings later I saw Zach with one huge grin
on his face.  He nodded at me, and I knew he'd gotten a great fuck from
Terry.

With spring coming soon, guys were running up and down the halls -- or
hanging out in the lounge -- with less and less clothing on.  Okay by me!
Tank-tops appeared again, too, showing off shoulders, biceps, and pecs.  Of
course, shorts appeared, too, even in classes.  They had been frowned upon
for the classroom -- the religious conservatives ruling the place as they
did -- but that rule was relaxed, and I think some guys were wearing shorts
to class not because they would have otherwise, but just because it was
finally allowed.

Chris was one of those who dressed for spring.  T-shirts, not tank tops,
but they really accented his chest.  Shorts, too.  Of course, we still hung
out in our room a lot in our briefs, and we often saw each other naked.
But he just didn't seen interested in jacking off anymore.  In fact, he
seemed to carefully and deliberately avoid the opportunities.  I got a
whole new perspective on Chris one Saturday, though.  We'd gone to a movie
-- we didn't usually do that -- and we walked back to campus.  I got the
impression that the movie was just an excuse to spend a little time
together and that he had something on his mind.  We talked about some
personal stuff on the way back -- like we used to.  It was like he was
apoloziging for his cold behavior toward me, but without really saying it.
I decided there wasn't anything more than that on his mind.

I was wrong.

I woke up the next morning to find Chris watching me from his chair on the
other side of the room.  I got up, showered, and came back to the room.
Something was different.  Chris was still sitting there, in his briefs,
when I walked in with the towel around me.  When I moved to take it off, he
said, "Wait a minute."

I stopped and waited for more.  But he seemed embarrassed.

"What is it, Chris?"

"Um...I just want to talk is all," he said.

"So I shouldnt' get dressed?" I asked with a grin.

"No," he said.  "I mean...don't."

I sat on my bed, well aware that he could look up my towel and see about
everything I had.  So what?  He'd already seen it.

"It's my fault," he started.  I was silent and let him continue.  "I
shouldn't... I was really embarrassed about... you know... sucking."  He
cleared his throat.  He was looking at the floor, not at me.  "I didn't
know what to say.  I didn't know if I should have... liked it... or been
disgusted with myself.  Or guilty.  Or something."  He began to sound angry
with himself that he wasn't really saying what he wanted to.

"What I mean is... Look, you're the best friend I've got in this place.  I
like... I value our friendship.  But I keep thinking that maybe... I..."
He stopped.  His eyes remained on the floor.

"What you mean is that you want to do it again?" I offered.

"No.  I mean, yes... I mean, yes, I do... but that's not what I mean..."
He paused.  "Shit!  It shouldn't be so hard to say!"

"No, it shouldn't.  Just say it, Chris.  Whatever it is, say it, and we'll
still be friends"

He started to stand up; then he sat back down.  Took a deep breath.  "I
think I'm gay, Jerry."

My first thought was not 'good!' or 'wonderful news' or anything.  My first
thought was, "Fuck, what have I done?  My best friend all fucked up about
his sexuality because I got him to suck my dick!  This great guy... all I
did was confuse him, mess with his head..."

What I said was, "You think?  You're not sure."

He looked up at me with red eyes.  And that frightened me.  What have I
done here?

His voice was weak but clear, quiet but firm.  "No, I don't think maybe I
am.  I am.  I'm gay, Jerry."

I felt my heart sink into my stomach.  I never intended anything like this
to happen...

He started talking about high school, dating and all the problems,
uncertainty about how to behave with a girl, about how to approach sex with
a date...

"You know when I told you I was getting pussy from my girlfriend here?  I
wasn't.  I was seeing a girl, but I never even tried anything.  She... She
got to feeling me all over one night and finaly pulled out my dick and
sucked me off.  And I felt guilty!  Guilty!  About leading her
on... about... not knowing..."

I couldn't say anything.  I couldn't find anything to say.

"And when you and I got... well, really intimate... well, fuck, when you
sucked me, even touched me...that was what satisfied me.  When you let me
suck your dick... That was what I wanted to do, Jerry.  I ached to suck
your dick, and I was afraid to say it or even think it.  But I'm not... I
have to see what... who... I am.  I'm gay.  I just know it in my gut."

He stopped, and the silence was unbearable.  Finally, I said, "Chris, if
I've done anything to make you... to cause confusion... to mess you
up... I'm sorry.  I didn't intend that to happen..."

"Fuck, Jerry!"  He stood up.  "You're not fucking listening to me!  Look at
me, Jer.  I'm gay.  I want sex with guys.  I don't want girls.  I was
fooling myself all the time.  I'm a queer, Jerry."

He voice was breaking and wavering.  I could actually see him shaking.
What could I do?  I liked this guy so much... Best friend I ever had... who
really cares about what happens to me...  I stood and went over to him.  I
put my arms around him, and he hugged me to himself so hard it hurt.  He
was crying softly.  "You didn't do anything to me, Jer.  You just let me
find out what I needed to know."

We stood there, holding each other.  It occurred to me that at this point I
would have a hardon with any other guy.  Not now.  This was different.  I
finally began to rub his back.  "Here, Chris, let's sit down."  I sat next
to him on his bed.

"I'd look over there," Chris motioned toward my bed, "and I'd think, 'He
knows who he is, and he's secure about it.  Happy with it.'  I have to be
who I am, Jer.  And I want to be happy with it."

Now that brought tears to my eyes.

"Jerry, would you just... lie down with me.  Just hold me.  I don't want
sex, not now.  Just hold me, please..."

And I lay back with him against me -- a really tight squeeze in a single
bed.  We were as close as we could be.  I had one arm around his chest as I
nestled against his back.  I rubbed his chest now and then.  My towel had
fallen off at some point, and my cock was getting hard now, pressing
against his ass.  Not now, I thought.  This isn't what he needs now...  I'm
sure he felt it.  He held my hand with one of his tight against his chest,
like it was the lifesaver keeping him from drowning.  I felt him
breathing... his heart beating...

We stayed like that a long time, so long that I think we both fell asleep.
I woke up with a start, and I felt his butt wiggling against me.  I was
hard again.  He rolled over half on top of me and looked me in the eyes.
He moved his face closer to mine.  I waited.  It had to be his move, not
mine.  He touched my lips with his.  They were soft, warm.  The first time
we'd kissed.  We moved only slightly, just so our lips could more fully
meet.  I felt his arm go around me, cup my ass.  He pulled me tighter, and
as I felt his hard cock in his briefs press against my naked dick, I felt
his tongue lick softly at my lips.

"I want this so much, Jer," he whispered with his lips moving against mine.

His tongue licked along the length of my lips and then pressed against
them.  I opened for him.  Our tongues met slowly.  We didn't lick.  Our
tongues just met, touched.  His hand on my ass pulled me tighter yet.  I
let his tongue move into my mouth, move deeper, letting him go and do as he
pleased... Then I raked my tongue along his, and those two warm, sensitive
tongues moved a little faster, moved a little deeper.  I felt like he was
licking everything in my mouth, almost frantic to taste, feel... And I
moved with him.  There was more passion in that kiss than I'd ever known
before.

When we parted a little I could feel that my lips had been pressed so
tightly to his that they were pulsing.  His eyes locked onto mine, I felt
his hand move down between us for my cock.  He held it, squeezed it.  Then
he whispered to me, "Make love to me, Jerry."

We rolled so that I was on top of him, and we resumed our kiss.  It was
slower this time, more measured, softer.  There was more time to enjoy the
taste, the feel, the warmth, the wetness.  His hands were around my back,
and he moved one down to my ass, squeezing my cheek.  I moved my groin
against him, and in a moment we were grinding into each other.  We let the
kiss end as we focused on where our bodies were meeing down below.  His
hard cock was still confined in his briefs, and I could feel how wet they'd
gotten from his precum.  I raised my hips, holding myself up with one arm
and moving the other to work at his briefs.  I wanted to feel his hot,
naked cock against me!  He moved an arm to help, and I lost balance and
fell onto him.  I would have fallen off the bed if he hadn't grabbed my
waist and held on.

It was dumb.  But we started giggling like a couple of kids.  We wound up
so tangled against each other, and laughing so hard.  It's dumb, maybe, to
say so, but at that moment I felt more intimate with Chris that I ever had.

"Hey," I finally said, still laughing.  "We're a couple of bright college
students.  We ought to be able to figure this out..."

We did.  We pulled both mattresses off the beds and pushed them together on
the floor.  Our sheets were all tangled, but who cared?  We met in the
middle of our new bed, on our knees, and kissed again.  Both naked now.
Warm skin to warm skin.  Tongue to tongue.  Cock to cock.  Thigh to thigh.
We fell back onto the bed, and this time Chris was on top.  He began to
kiss my face so rapidly, I didn't know where his lips would be next.  My
cheek, the other one, my forehead, nose, chin.  He licked my neck, and I
felt it deep inside me.  He moved to my shoulder, then moved his tongue
into my underarm.  He knew I loved that.  He worked both nipples with his
lips and tongue, left a river of moisture down my middle.  He moved slowly,
but when he got to my groin, he immediately sucked my cock into his mouth.

There is something about the way a guy sucks you that lets you know what's
next, what he wants, what he needs.  I let him suck me and groaned at the
wonderful tension he was causing in my dick, my gut, my balls.  His hands
were all over my thighs as he sucked, like he was trying to touch
everything at once.  I knew he wanted it all, everything.

When he slowed a bit, we rolled over, and I got on my knees between his
legs.  I just looked down at him for a minute.  One of the most beautiful
guys I've ever seen.  Strong and gentle, forceful and sweet.  And gorgeous.
I traced a finger from his lips down the center of his chest to his
bellybutton and his pubes.  I combed through his pubes with my fingers for
a moment, then moved my hand to his cock.  He was so hard.  Was it possible
that he was harder than I'd ever felt him all the times I'd sucked him?  I
moved my face closer to that beautiful dick and then licked the little
lips.  He moaned.  I opened my mouth and took his cockhead in, washing it
around and around with my tongue, tightening my lips around the crown and
pulling it toward me.  Then I sucked him slowly in.

"Mmmmmm Jerry Jerry Jerry oooooo..."  His voice was low and soft.

I moved my lips down that hard shaft until I felt his cockhead at the back
of my throat.  I swallowed against it, and he groaned at that new
sensation.  This was not the best position to do it, but I wanted to deep
throat him.  I took a deep breath, opened my throat, and let his cockhead
in... down... swallowing against his shaft as it kept my throat open...

"Gaaaaaaaa... o fuck ooooo..."  He instinctively moved his hips up a bit to
get his cock further down me.  But it was too difficult to do it that way,
and his cock slipped out.  I continued sucking as my hands went around his
butt cheeks.  I held each warm cheek in a hand and pulled him to me as I
nursed on his hot dick.  He was moaning as though he were in pain.  I let
one finger move into his crack.  I found his entrance.  I massaged that
tight pucker as I contintued to suck slowly.  He pressed his ass back on my
finger.

I didn't want to enter him dry, even with just my finger.  I pulled up.
Yes, he wanted it.

"O god, Jerry, fuck me!  Be inside me!  I want you there!"

I moved away a moment to get some lube out of a drawer.  He let me roll him
over.  I set the lube aside for a minute.  I spread his asscheeks and
finally saw what I'd been massaging.  His pucker was darker that the skin
around it.  His ass was almost hairless, but there was a ring of tiny hairs
around his tight hole, as if framing it or marking the bullseye.  I leaned
in, kissed both of those warm globes, pulled them apart again, and pressed
my tongue against his hole.

"Omygod omygod... fuck fuck fuck yesss..."  His voice was high, soft,
pleading.

I licked around his entrance, moved the rough top of my tongue across it
and then the smooth underside across it.  I pointed my tongue and pressed
against the bullseye, and it tightened, refusing entrance.  I licked around
and around and pressed with my tongue flat; then I flicked my tongue down
and pointed it again, pressing.  The puckered skin moved a bit.  I licked
for a long time, listening to Chris' quiet moans, smelling his musk,
tasting him...

My back was hurting when I sat up.  I put a little lube on my finger and
rubbed it around his hole, then a little more on my finger.  I circled it,
rubbed it, massaged it, tapped it gently, repeatedly... And finally I felt
the ring loosen slightly... I pressed my finger in and was surprised that
it went in to the second knuckle.  Then I remembered fingering my own ass
while I jacked off, and I realized that Chris had prepared himself a bit.

My finger tip moved over the smooth, silky tissue inside him, and I moved
my finger so that tight tunnel would spread just a little.  When I felt the
ring of his ass slacken even more, I told Chris to get up on his knees,
rest his shoulders and arms on the bed, and give me his ass.  I quickly
moistened my finger with more lube and returned it to its place inside him.
I pressed the side of my finger against his ring, relaxing it.  When it was
time, I moved a second finger inside.  The ring resisted it, but it was too
late.  I was in.  I felt the ring flex against my fingers and twisted them
around, moving that tight ring, spreading, stretching...

I don't know how long I continued that, but when I felt he was ready, I
used my third finger for a while.  His ring was stretched more now, as I
circled my fingers around.  When I pulled them out I immediatley replaced
them with a wet thumb, then the other thumb.  Right in front of me.  His
virgin ass was giving up.  His tight hole was relaxing.  My thumbs circled
inside his ring, moving, stretching.  His ass was begging for my cock.  I
could feel his ring pulsing against my thumbs.

I lubed my cock and lay the cockhead against his hole.  I told him to stay
still and tell me if it hurt too much.  I pressed my cockhead against the
ring.  It hadn't closed all the way when I had removed my thumbs, and it
was ready to receive something thicker.  Or as ready as it would ever be.
I pressed my cockhead into him until, suddenly, his ring snapped shut
around the crown of my cock.  My cockhead was in!

"O god Jerry... I feel it o god yes cock in me o yesss..."

I stayed still for a moment, then began to slowly slide inward. His slick
tissue slid against my cockhead as it shoved its way in, invading an ass
that had never known such an invasion, fucking into a hole that was finally
opened for the joy of fucking, entering that place in him that had never
been entered, that was never supposed to be entered.

I could tell the pain was increasing.  I stopped for a moment, but he
begged me to continue.  I slid in a little more, then more.  His tunnel had
never known anything like a cock before...  It was opening to a brand new
experience... spreading, if reluctantly, for the cock that owned it for the
first time...

Then I was in.  All the way.  My cockhead was pinched by his love tunnel,
and my pubes were pressed tight against his ass.  I stayed still so he
could get used to it.

"Yea... you're in I can feel it so full so good yeaaa..."

And I began to fuck.  Pulling out a bit, then pressing in a bit.  Pulling
out a little more, pressing in as far as my cock could go.  I pulled up
until only my cockhead was inside him, waited for a minute, then slid
slowly all the way down...

"Ahhhhh Jer yeaaaa..."

It wasn't long before things changed.  My cock could take only so much of
this ass without firing.  So I began to fuck faster and deeper.  I began to
mutter, "I'm fucking you Chris my cock fucking you fucking your virgin ass
taking your fucking cherry..."

His groans expressed the deep pleasure his body knew in a way never
experienced before.  He began to wiggle his ass from side to side, then he
realized that he could press back against me as I thrust in.  We began that
dance.  Thrust in, meeting the ass... out and thrust in...  Then my cock
took over.  Chris couldn't have stopped it.  I couldn't have stopped it.
Neither of us wanted to... fucking in hard and fast... my cock like a
piston in his hole... opening his tunnel each time... in out in out
inoutinout...

I felt it.  It was about to happen.  My gut tightened.  My thighs began to
quiver.  My cock throbbed even harder with each thrust.  Every time I
rammed it in, my cockhead almost screamed for that gush of relief... Up
from my prostate my balls adding to the juice hot along the length of my
shaft peelips forced open deep inside... a fountain of cum flooding his ass
for the first time... over and over...

"Gaaaaaaa...Chris!  o yeaaaa fuckfuck..." I couldn't even control my voice.

That pleasure/pain was repeated over and over as I came again and again.  I
have no idea how many times I shot.  I had this vision of my cockhead
clamped tight by his tunnel, flexing open, shooting into him...

It was over too soon.  I fell on top of Chris, my dick still buried in his
ass. We stayed like that for a while.  He was quietly humming his pleasure
and satisfaction.  Eventually, my dick began to soften, and his ass muscles
popped it out.  We both groaned, and I fell on my back next to him; he
collapsed on his belly.  We looked at each other for a long time without
saying a word.

Then he raised up his hips.  "Look," he said.  I saw his dick hanging down,
still dripping his cum.  There was a huge wet spot on the bed where he had
shot his cum.  We'd cum together.  He fell back down on it.

I waited, then rolled him over.  I licked up the cum that had stuck to his
chest and belly, and I cleaned his dick.

"Jer... I knew... I never knew... O Jer, it was the most..."  He just
looked at me, smiling.

Then he lost his smile.  "But I won't be able to get it up for a while.  I
want to fuck you..."

I kissed his nose.  "Chris, there's lots of time for that."

And there was.