Date: Fri, 9 Mar 2012 14:27:48 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <extrah2oplease@hotmail.com>
Subject: I LOVE CUMSHOTS - PART 2 (revised)

College - m/m - jo, oral

This story is completely fiction; it is the story of a college student and
his sexual pleasures and adventures.  If you are not 18 or if it is illegal
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I LOVE CUMSHOTS: PART 2


So my sex life at college looked a little more promising after I gave that
great blowjob I gave to Chris.  He settled my worries about it when we
talked for a long time before we went to bed.  He was fine with "having
some fun" now and then and understood my need to keep it a secret.

He was fine with "having some fun" now and then and understood my need to
keep it a secret.  It turned out he didn't mind watching my gay porn,
either.  I was careful not to show him stuff that might be too much, but
the jack off, cocksucking, and cumshot vids really turned him on.  There
was no question about his being gay: he wasn't.  He just enjoyed sex.

We started hanging out together, too.

Being friends with Chris also helped my social life.  I'm pretty much of a
loner, but when the guys on the floor realized I was Chris' friend they
included me in the bullsessions, pizza runs, and the rest of it.  When talk
turned to boobs and pussy, I just smiled and pretended.  And Chris never
gave anything away.

Most of the guys were okay, but there was one I just couldn't stomach.
Zach was a prime example of the bigoted ignoramous.  His father was a
preacher, and he -- frequently -- mentioned that he intended to be the
same.  He'd never talk about sex and that nasty stuff.

Maybe I figured out part of the reason one day as I was getting out of the
shower.  I'd had a great time with the suds and my hands.  I'd closed my
eyes and remembered the smoothness of Chris' skin against my lips, the heat
of his cock against my tongue, and the taste of his cum, still in my belly
from an early morning suck session.  I'd had a huge cum in the shower, and
the sound of the shower covered the moans of pleasure that escaped by mouth
as my cum escaped my cock and showered my thigh with my own cream.

When I got out to dry off, my dick was still pretty red and half-hard.
Zach was standing there, naked.  He was getting ready to step into a shower
stall.  He took one look at my obviously well-used cock, flashed me a
disapproving look, and pulled the curtain closed behind him.

But I'd seen what may have been part of his problem.  Zach was not fat, but
he was pretty chubby.  And short, too, which only made him look heavier.
His chest looked like he should be wearing a bra.  (Okay, I'm exaggerating
a little.)  And his dick looked like the weenie I had when I was a kid.
(And that's no exaggeration.)  His pubes were very thin, and his dick was
pulled up so close to his belly you could hardly see anything but the head.
The little teenie head.  I'll bet he'd never had any sex at all.  No
wonder.

One of the guys I really liked was Jake.  He was on the freshman football
team and built like a brick wall.  Over six feet for sure, muscular
shoulders, a chest that was well-defined.  I'd never seen him with as much
as his shirt off, but his tight t-shirts and tank tops left little to the
imaginaiton.  And beneath those shorts he sometimes wore, his legs looked
like tree trunks!

One day everybody was complaining about having to get up early.  Jake said
he had a lot of trouble waking up and had been late to his 8:00 class quite
a bit.  His roomie got up at 5 am to go to work at the dining hall, so he
wasn't there to wake him.  And he'd never found an alarm that could do the
job.

Jake knew that I had an 8:00, too -- I liked to get up at 6:30 to have
plenty of time to get ready and eat breakfast.  I didn't mind the early
hours.  He asked me if I could come down to his room and wake him when I
got up. No problem.

The next morning I went down to the other end of the floor; Jake's door was
ajar -- he said he and his roomie liked the ventilation.  So I went in
quietly.

It was a scene from a wet dream.  Jake was sprawled on his bed, lying on
his back, with the sheets wound around one foot.  There was nothing
covering him.  And he was naked.

I felt my breath catch.  He was gorgeous!

Jake had dark brown hair.  His neck was a size 17 1/2!  (I asked one day.)
His face was turned to the wall away from me, but the rest of his body was
deliciously displayed.  One arm was raised over his head, showing his big
bicep and the dark hair under his arm.  His broad trunk narrowed to a tight
waist, but his thighs were as thick as I'd imagined.

And lying there, nestled between his legs, was the largest cock I'd ever
seen.  He had to be almost 7" long -- and he was still soft!  That's bigger
than I am when I'm hard!  His cock was lying partially to one side, and I
could see his ballsac, dark and heavy.  I finally remembered to breathe.

I walked quietly over to the side of his bed.  As long as he was asleep, it
wouldn't hurt to take a closer look at the hunk lying on display.  There
was just enough light coming in through the curtains that I could see the
nipples on his chest move as he breathed, and his tight belly moved on the
exhales.  The bush at the root of his cock was as thick and dark as the
hair on his head.  I just stood there and looked.

And then I set my towel and bathroom stuff aside and knelt at the edge of
the bed.  I just had to get closer to this sexy guy.  As long as he stayed
asleep, it wasn't too much of a risk.  Too good an opportunity to pass up!
I got close enough that I could see the little hairs sprinkled along the
inside of his thighs.  I could even see each of his balls separately as his
bag nestled there.

I carefully moved my head closer to I could get a better look at his dick.
God, it was beautiful!  Thick, too.  The skin along the shaft was a lot
darker than on his legs or belly.  As the light coming through the curtains
improved, I could even see the tiny hairs of his happy trail.

I'd give anything to suck a cock like that.

I wondered if I was close enough that my breath brushed his skin.  As long
as he was asleep...

How I got up the nerve, I don't know.  I was just so horny... Anyway, I
carefully slid my hand under his soft cock just to hold it a minute.  I
could feel the heat from his balls on the back of my hand, and my palm was
absorbing the heat from his dick.  It was such a turnon, watching his dick
slowly come alive, lenghten, and move against my palm.

I've always thought that a dick is a really beautiful thing.  A dick
doesn't even get noticed during most of the day.  He just shrivels up there
in the warmth between the thighs, maybe curling a bit into the ballsac.
But the guy up there isn't even aware of his dick.  The dick just has to
wait until the bladder is full, and then he gets pulled out into the fresh
air.  His head flexes just a bit, and his peelips open to spray out the
water from inside.  Then he gets put away again.

But now and then he insists on more.  He'll begin to stiffen.  (I loved
that word, "stiffie," when I was a kid.)  He'll press against the soft
cotten or push down against the tender balls.

His head will get a little larger and more sensitive.  And the guy up there
just has to do something about it.  He finally gets out into the fresh air
again, and he becomes the center of the entire universe for the guy up
there.  Every sensation the fingers on him rouse, every thrill of pleasure
a little stroking brings, and pretty soon the guy up there is moaning as
though he were in pain.

The guy isn't in pain -- he's in need!  The guy is begging his cock to
continue shooting those thrills through his body, and his cock begins to
throb.  The cock gets so thick and long, he looks almost completely
different!  He's in charge now!  It's his world, and the guy up there needs
nothing more than he needs his cock to explode for him.

And his cock feels it.  The need builds inside and sends an urgent message
to the cockhead.  He grows even larger, and his lips open to get ready for
the huge thrust of cum that will...

O fuck.

I realized Jake's cock was stiffening in my hand, slowly growing to it's
full size, prepared to...  What the hell was I doing?  I began stroking
that hot shaft gently and slowly as I raised it vertically.  Jake was still
breathing regularly.  A guy could sleep with a hardon -- what was morning
wood, after all?  But my hand was shaking as I moved it up and down that
beautiful tool.

O fuck.  There at the tip of his cockhead.  It was a tiny bead of precum.
I could see it glisten in the dim light in the room.  I moved closer to it,
watched it move out and away from that tiny hole.  And then it lengthened
into a small stream that ran down the side of his cockhead, onto the shaft,
and onto my hand.

O fuck.  My own cock was leaking into my briefs and hard enough that I had
a tent down there.

"What the... What the fuck!  What the fuck..."

Jake raised himself up on his elbows.  His barely-opened eyes slowly
focussed on his hard cock -- and my hand.

"What the fuck..."

I could feel my heart shaking inside.  I kept my eyes on his cock and
conitnued to stroke, making the strokes a little longer.  "I'm jacking you
off," I said quietly.  "You need to cum.  Just lie back and let it happen."

I waited for... what?  An explosion of temper?  Some violence, even?

Jake lay back on the bed and let out a huge sigh.  "Oooo fuck..."  And this
time there was a completely different sound to the words.

In for a penny, in for a pound.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained.  You'll
never know until you try.  And all that shit.

I leaned in enough that I could lick some of the precum from his cockhead.
So smooth!  So sweet!

"Awwwwww... Awwwww fuck... yeaaaa..." Jake's voice was soft, but it sounded
the satisfaction that a tongue can give a guy.

I washed his cockhead around with my tongue.  It was so huge, and more
precum leaked out for me.  I brushed the tip of my tongue around the crown
of the head, licked across those tasty peelips again, and then licked
slowly down the shaft until my lips could feel the softness of his pubes.

Jake was moaning and moving slightly, but making no effort to pull away.

I licked up that long shaft -- it had to be well over 8" inches now -- and
then across the head and then licked down the other side.  I nestled my
lips against the base of his dick right at the ballsac and sucked gently.
I'd found that really sensitive place made guys even hornier.  I sucked and
occasionally opened my lips to lick and taste his sex.

"Oooo fuck Jerry...ooooo"

His moans turned me on even more.  I sucked my way back up, then down the
shaft, and then I licked around his ballsac.  What guy doesn't like his
balls licked?  I washed one and then the other with my tongue, listening to
the sounds of pleasure above.  My tngue moved up and down and around one
ball, then separated the two from each other, then licked up and down and
around the other ball.  I love balls.  Then I carefully took one ball into
my mouth and sucked gently, while my hand, above my head, stroked his hard,
wet cock.  I hummed, and I knew he could feel his balls vibrate against my
lips.

"Mmmmmmmmm... ooooooo yeaaaa ooooooooooo yeaaaa..."

After sucking the other ball, I licked down under the ballsac to that very
sensitive line of skin that disappears up the crack.  But I didn't want to
push things too far.  So I licked up the under side of his cock and spent a
little time sucking on the underside of his cockhead.  Sucking there,
licking there, even little kisses.  I fucking love cock.

Then I opened my mouth and took that wondrous cockhead inside, where I
could do it justice.

"Aggggg..."

My tongue moved rapidly around and around the cockhead inside my mouth,
then I began to suck, moving my lips further down his shaft each time.  I
know what he was wanting for.  Could I do it?  I didn't really know; I sure
hadn't sucked a dick this big before.  So I worked his shaft for a while,
to make that urgency he felt even stronger.  Then my lips slowly descended
his shaft until his cockhead was at the entrance of throat.  I took a deep
breath through my nose and swallowed slowly.  My throat hurt a bit as it
stretched to accept what I was feeding it.

"Aggggg..."

My tongue moved rapidly around and around the cockhead inside my mouth,
then I began to suck, moving my lips further down his shaft each time.  I
know what he was wanting for.  Could I do it?  I didn't really know; I sure
hadn't sucked a dick this big before.  So I worked his shaft for a while,
to make that urgency he felt even stronger.  Then my lips slowly descended
his shaft until his cockhead was at the entrance of throat.  I took a deep
breath through my nose and swallowed slowly.  My throat hurt a bit as it
stretched to accept what I was feeding it.

"Oooooooo god ooooooooofuck yesyesyes..."  And Jake started moving his cock
up and down a bit, my throat tightening and releasing, tightening and
releasing...

So tight in me... hot... moving in my throat, against my tongue...

"Aaaaaaa..."  His sounds were soft.  Quiet.  But they came from deep inside
that big chest.  Raspy.  Horny.

I fucked his cock with my mouth a little more, and then I felt it thicken
just a bit.  His thighs were quivering, and I knew he was close.  No.  He
would cum, but he would do it like I wanted it.

I slowly pulled his cock away, kissing the head a few times.  I moved a bit
so I could use both hands.  Jake -- and this gorgeous penis -- deserved the
best I could do.  But I needed to see him cum.  I needed to see that
cumshot.  One hand moved down to his ballsac and began to massage those big
globes.  The other hand began to move more regularly up and down his cock
shift.  It was breathtaking.  His cock pulsed in my hand and glistened in
the light.  I could actually see his cockhead grow a bit, those little
peelips opening.

"Oooooo fuck gonna cummmmm... ooooofuck..."  And then he grunted, as though
he'd been hit in the breadbasket.

That first shot was spectacular.  Straight up.  No difficulty seeing it in
the early morning light -- it was so white it almost glowed.  A long stream
-- maybe two feet, maybe more -- straight up, released into the world
through the shaft my hand was still pumping...  It landed on his shoulder
and became a long line of jizz from his shoulder to one of his nipples.

But before it landed, he grunted again, and the next volley shot out.  As
much as the first one, shooting straight up and then falling straight down,
coating his pubes and cock and my hand with his warm, white milk.

And before I could fully appreciate that one, another spasm forced a third
shot up and out -- up from his balls, though his hadr shaft, and out of
that sweet little hole.  I stopped pumping and let his cock take over.  He
was groaning loudly -- one long, protracted, deep sound that was forced out
of his throat as his cum was forced out of his cockhead.

And I lost count after that.  The shots became a little less forceful.  But
his belly was covered with cum -- as was his cock and my hand.  Jake was
breathing so heavily his breath came in gasps.  I leaned in and began to
clean his cock.  I licked slowly from the base, over my fingers, to the tip
of his cockhead.  He whimpered like a baby.  He was so tangy -- more so
than any cum I'd ever tasted.  I moved my hand and slowly finished cleaning
his dick.

And I released it.  I knelt back on my haunches, waiting.

It could be okay.  It could be horrible.

Jake took his time recovering -- the afterglow is part of the pleasure of a
great cum.  And I think maybe he was hesitating about how he would respond.
He sat up, crossing his legs.  His broad shoulders looked twice as strong
from my position below him.  His cum ran down his chest, over his nipple.
His wet pubes reflected the light.

"So you're a cocksucker."  He said it without any inflection at all.  I
couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"I'll have to admit that was the most awesome blowjob I've ever had," he
said.

Still no inflection.  Good sign?  Bad sign?

"You're quee... gay," he said.  At least he avoided the word "queer."

"Yeah," I said quietly.  I was still sitting on my haunches, looking up at
this muscular guy on the bed -- he could have pounded me into the floor
with one blow.

"So what am I supposed to do?  Say 'Thank you?'"  He was looking me in the
eye.

I had to say something.  He was obviously waiting for my response before he
said anything else.

"No," I said quietly.  "No thanks necessary.  But you know perfectly well
that you have a magnificent cock.  And I'm ready to suck it and jack you
off any time you want."

Silence.

There was nothing else for me to say.

"So... we keep this between us, you and me.  You get me off, and it stays
between us?"

I had to grin at the image.  It... between us.

He grinned back.  "Fuck.  You are something else, Jerry.  I had no idea...
But that blowjob was so..."

He was silent for a minute.  Then he looked down between my legs.  Somehow
my briefs had gotten down around my ankles, and I didn't even remember
doing it.  My cock was raging hard, obviously thobbing.

"You didn't cum," he said.

"No," I responded.

"Go ahead, then.  Jack off. Use your towel as a cum rag."

I reached down for my dick and stroked a few times.  I barely had time to
put my towel in front of me before I shot a pretty good load.  I wiped my
cock with the towel.

"We keep all this between us, right?  I don't want anybody thinking I'm
queer."  He caught himself.  "I mean, gay."

"Right," I said.  There wasn't much else to say.

He got up from the bed, got his towel, and wrapped it around his waist.
"Let's go shower," he said.

I wrapped my cum-covered towel around my waist and followed him down the
hall, watching his tight ass move in front of me.

Probably the greatest hunk in the the whole dorm.

And he had his own private cocksucker.

I loved it.