Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2012 15:13:09 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 3

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 for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now.

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I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 3

My roomie, Chris, asked me if I'd met another gay on campus.  I had just
finished sucking his cock and watching his huge cumshot that made a nice
long line down his chest.

"You kidding?!  There aren't any other gays in this place!  But thanks to
the straight boy for thinking about my welfare," I grinned.  I had just
finished a nice cum myself, and we were lying on our own beds,
recovering.

"There have to be." he said.  "Statistically, I mean.  Don't they say one
of ten...?"

"Not sure that applies to conservative religious colleges, " I replied.
"If there are any, they are so deep in the closet I'd never find them."

I was about to prove myself wrong.

I was working part-time in the college library, assigned to various
menial tasks.  Another freshman, Frank, and I crossed paths now and then,
but I never got to know him; he was a "townie," and so he was on campus
only when working or in a class.  By chance, we got assigned to the same
place one day.  The library was being renovated, and the reserve section
was moved to an upper floor room.  He and I (and some others!) hauled
everything up there over a weekend, and then we were assigned to monitor
the room and find books when they were requested.

It wasn't a hard job - not a lot of people used the reserved books that
early in the semester.  So we had a lot of free time to chat and get to
know each other.  Frank was a nice, ordinary-looking guy; he was shorter
than me (I'm 5'11") and on the slender side.  He had a great smile.

He liked to hear campus gossip; he never heard a lot of it, since he
lived off campus.  One day he brought up something I'd heard about in
some class or in the dorm or somewhere.  It was a sex questionnaire some
dude had made up - just for entertainment, I guess.

"You ever seen it?" Frank asked.

"Nope.  Just heard about it."

"I heard it's pretty specific," he grinned.  "You know, like, 'Have you
ever sucked pussy after you came in it?'"

"Mmm."  I tried to sound interested, but  not too much.  Of course, the
pussy questions would have been of no interest to me.

"I heard one of the questions is 'Have you ever jacked off with a guy?'"

"Sounds a little high schoolish to me," I said.

"Yeah, I guess," Frank said.  He paused a minute, then looked at the door
to make sure no one was entering the room.  "I bet a lot of the guys
answering the questionnaire lied about it."  He grinned.  "If you
answered a questionnaire like that, would you tell the truth?"

"Hmm... I suppose, depending on the question, I guess."

"Like that question about jacking off with a guy.  Would you answer that
honestly?"

I didn't quite know how to respond to that.  "Um... So, are you asking?"
I said, trying to keep it light.

"Yeah, okay," Frank said.  "I'll ask it.  Have you ever jacked off with a
guy?  Honestly, now."

I wasn't going to admit that I'd done a lot more than that, starting in
the seventh grade!

"Well..."  I tried to sound reluctant, but honest.  "Yeah, I did,
actually."

"So...?"

Frank wasn't going to let me stop there.  So I decided to wing it and be
creative.

"Well, this friend and I double-dated these girls one night.  He said
they'd put out.  We went to a movie and then drove around in my car a
little; he intended us to wind up at an overlook outside of town so we
could make out and, maybe, get lucky."

Frank was listening to my tall tale and believing every word.

"He was coming on to the girl he had in the back seat, and I could get a
glance every now and then.  I guess he went too far or too fast or
something.  Next thing I know I hear her say, 'Stop that!'   He told her
we just wanted to have a little fun and thought maybe she'd enjoy it.
Well, that made her mad, and she insisted that I take her and her
girlfriend home.  They were having a sleepover or something.  They
wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, so I did.  When they got out of the
car, my buddy got into the front seat with me, cussing up a storm.  He
called them cockteasers and more.  He finally said he was so fucking
horny he just had to jack off.  He said we should go on to the overlook
and take care of ourselves."

"And?" Frank asked when I paused.

"Well, yeah, we did.  We got out of the car to take a piss and just
started jerking our dicks.  Well, um... he reached over to grab mine and
started pumping away, so I thought, 'What the fuck.'  I mean, I was horny
too, and my dick was as frustrated as his.  So... we did."

"You mean... he jacked you off?  And you did him?"  Frank apparently
wanted to make sure he got it right.

"Yeah," I said, trying to be very casual about my imaginary jack off
session.  "We both had a great cum, too."  I grinned.

Frank took a minute to digest my "true-life" experience.

"So," I said; "what about you?"  Another grin.  Just two guys exchanging
stories, nothing wrong with that.  "Answer the question.  Honestly."

Frank swallowed. "Well, yeah.  In high school."

Like that was so long ago.  Five months, maybe?"

"Sort of like you.  A friend, I mean.  He was at my place one day...  We
got horny, and he said 'Let's jack off..."  He checked the door again.
"So, we did."

Hm.  Lots of details there, my friend.  Was his story as false as mine?
There was no reason for it to be.  He could have said, "Fuck no, I'm no
queer!"  Hmmm.   I was getting some vibes here, but I wasn't sure I could
trust my always-horny exclusively-gay id.

"Just talking about it..." I said, hesitating.  No rush here.  I casually
reached down and readjusted my dick -- which wasn't at all hard; I was
too nervous.  I knew he could see what I was doing.  "Just talking about
it makes me hard."

And damn if he didn't do the same thing!

"So," I said, still keeping it light; "Is this where I say "You show me
yours and I'll show you mine'?"  I grinned.

"No!"  He didn't hesitate.  It was definite negative.  Only it sounded
like there was more to it.  He glanced at the door again.  Like, maybe he
would have said something else if we'd been in another place?

In for a penny, in for a pound.  And all that crap.

"You're not out, are you?" I asked.

"No, I'm not out..."  Frank glanced at me and then looked down.  His face
actually flushed when he realized he'd just admitted that he was gay.
And I hadn't asked that question at all.

"It's okay," I said quietly.  "I'm gay, too."

He looked up at me.  "Is that honest?"

"Yeah, Frank," I said.  "I've known it since seventh grade."

"Me, too," he said.  "No, not seventh grade.  I mean... I mean I had to
finally admit it..."

"Your folks know?" I asked.

"Shit, no!  You know who my dad is?"

"No."

Frank swallowed again.  "He's on the fucking Board of Trustees of this
fucking place!  And that's the only reason why I'm here.  And he'd kill
me if he found out.  Your folks?"

"Nope.  Just a few friends."  I wasn't about to let him in on my
adventures in the dorm.  Yet.

"I had a friend..." he started.  He looked away from me and then looked
back.  He was about to say something important.  "Yeah, I had a gay
friend in high school.  But he went out to California to college -- where
I wanted to go..."

"So it's been a while..." I said.

He sighed.  "Yeah."  He grinned a sorry grin.  "All I've got now is my
right hand."

"Or my right hand," I said quietly.

Frank swallowed again.  "You want... You want to come over to my place
sometime?"

"That would be great," I smiled my sexy smile.

"I don't have classes tomorrow afternoon."  He was speaking fast, like he
wanted to get it all out before he changed him mind.  "There's nobody
home until six or after.  You want..."

"Sure," I said.  I had an afternoon class the next day, but that wasn't
going to keep me from getting a little.

He gave me his address -- it wasn't too far from campus -- and then gave
me a nervous smile.  He was pretty quiet for what remained of our shift,
and I was worried that he might change him mind.  After all, he hardly
knew me.  But he knew what he needed to know.  He knew that I love cock.

The next afternoon I knocked on the front door.  I won't say I wasn't
nervous, because I was.  But he opened the door almost immediately.  He
gave me a nervous grin.  But he had dressed for the occasion.  He was
wearing a t-shirt and tight shorts.  He was obviously hard.  Hell, so was
I.

The house was pretty large and a lot more impressive than the place I
came from.  I followed him up the wide carpeted stairs
and down a long hall, watching his buns bounce around in those shorts.
We went into his room. I'd expected some nervousness on his part, maybe
a little hesitation or caution.  But he turned around and slid his arms
around me.  I pulled him close -- close enough that I could feel his hard
cock against me.  And I'm sure he felt mine against him.  I realized this
guy was very kissable.

Our lips met slowly and moved against each other gently, enjoying the
softness.  And then I licked his lips with my tongue, and his tongue
immediately met mine for a very deep, very passionate kiss.  His hands
pulled me tighter against him, and our dicks ground against each other.
His mouth was so wet I licked at the moisture, and his tongue followed
mine, licking and twisting and pushing.  We pulled apart for a minute.

"It's been too long," he whispered.

"Me, too," I said.  I wasn't going to tell him I'd just sucked my roomie
off that morning.

I put my hand at the back of his head and pulled him to me again.  His
lips were hot this time, and his tongue entered my mouth immediately.  I
moved my fingers through his dark curly hair as our tongues tasted
everything.  We pulled part, and he pulled his t-shirt over his head.  He
was slender and smooth, but his chest was well-formed, with small dark
nipples.  He reached over and unbuttoned my shirt.  When he opened it, he
ran his hands over my chest, his palms running across my nipples.  I
reached down to unzip my pants and let them drop to the floor.  While he
was still massaging my nipples, I reached over and hooked my thumbs in
the waistband of his shorts.  When I pulled them down, I discovered he
wasn't wearing anything else.

"You ARE ready," I murmured.

His cock was about the length of mine -- 7" -- but not quite as thick.
His cockhead was a deep red, almost purple.  It was so hard I could see
it throbbing.  I stepped out of my pants and shoes, dropped my shirt off
my shoulders, and let him pull my boxers down.  His face was close enough
that my dick almost brushed against his cheek as he pulled them off.

We took a minute to look at each other, and then we resumed the kiss we'd
left off.  This time it was skin to skin from the lips all the way down
to the thighs.  His skin was warm and smooth; I caressed his back while
my tongue continued its exploration.  He pressed his groin tighter
against me, and our cocks moved against each other. He pulled back a bit
and began to kiss my shoulder, then my chest, then he sucked on a
nipple.  His hand moved down to grasp my hard cock, and I could hear a
sigh when he closesd his hand around it and discovered the moisure that
had leaked out of my cockhead and down onto my shaft.  He worked my dick
slowly as he sucked my nipple.  He obviously knew what he was doing.  But
I wanted to slow him down a little.

"Can we move to the bed?" I asked quietly.

He smiled and held onto my cock as he led me over to the bed.  We kissed
a moment, then we fell onto the soft cover.  He kissed the middle of my
chest and licked down to my very light happy trail.  I was on my back and
opened my legs to let him go where ever he wanted.  Though I had sucked
several dicks in the dorm, I hadn't been sucked myself since I left
home.  I could feel his lips moving through my pubes and his hands
caressing my thighs.  My dick hit his chin or his cheek as he moved a
little lower.  For a moment there was no touch down there at all, and
then I felt a hot wetness surround my cockhead.

I actually gasped as he began to suck slowly.  It had, indeed, been a
long time since my dick had known such pleasure.  I could feel his tongue
moving against my cockhead.  Sooooo nice.  He pulled away enough to hold
my cock in one hand while he licked at the shaft.  Up and down, around
the sides.  I could feel fingers against my balls.  Ooooo fuck, this guy
was a great cocksucker.  When he returned my cock to his mouth, I began
to gently fuck against his tongue.  He sucked lightly as he moved my cock
further into his mouth.  I could feel my cockhead pass against his cheek,
the top of his tongue.  And then.  Ooo fuck.  The opening of his throat.

But he pulled away to adjust himself a little, moving a bit down the bed
until he had to stretch his neck to get at my cock.  Damn.  I knew where
this was going.  He took my cock into his mouth again and slowly pressed
his face up as he took more and more.  When I felt the opening of his
throat, I could feel him swallow.  He pressed himself upward again, and
his throat opened, my sensitive cockhead moving past the tight opening
into the tighter throat.  I moved my hips up to give him every bit of my
cock.  And then I slowly fucked down into the tight, hot tube that had
captured my dick.  I groaned as the hot chills ran up from my cock to my
groin and to my belly.  I needed more of this!

I pulled away and got up on my knees, moving so that my knees were on
both sides of his head.  His mouth was waiting between my thighs, and I
lowered my wet cock into his mouth again.  I could see the moisture
glisten as my shaft slowly disappeared.  He couldn't move his head up and
down very well in that position, so I did the fucking.  Groaning as my
cock slid up and out of his throat and then down back into it, I knew my
balls were tight against his forehead and my pubes against his face.  So
close... In and out...  I knew I couldn't last long like this.  But I
couldn't give up that tight sleeve into which I was fucking my cock.

Finally, I pulled slowly out of him.  He moved up beside me for another
deep, wet kiss, and I could taste my cock in his mouth.  My hand moved
down toward his dick; my fingers played a bit in the dark, curly hair
above it.  Then I slowly slid the palm of my hand across his cockhead and
down his shaft.  He groaned into my mouth as I gently squeezed his cock.
It was hot, throbbing.  My thumb found the precum on his cockhead and
rolled it over and over.

"Oooooo fuck," he groaned into my mouth.

I pressed him backward on the bed and licked from his lips to his ear,
flicking the tip of my tongue into it.  As we moved, my hand never left
his dick.  I licked over to a shoulder and then moved my tongue down
toward his underarm.  He sighed and moved his arm to let my tongue fuck
him there a bit.  He was hot there, moist from a little sweat.  I could
taste and smell his maleness.  Then I licked back to a nipple, circling
it with the tip of my tongue.  I flattened my tongue and raked it across
his nipple, and he gave a deep sigh.  I let my teeth slide gently and
carefully over that little nub of flesh that had raised up from it.  Then
I sucked.

And all the time I was stroking his dick, very slowly.  Now and then I'd
let my thumb flick across the tip of his cockhead.  I could feel more
precum, as though his cock were begging for more than just a massage.  I
slid my fingers down to his balls as my lips kissed their way down his
belly.  I rolled his balls gently as my lips played through his curly
pubes.  Then I opened my mouth just enough to suck at the base of his
dick.  Keeping my mouth open, I slid it up his shaft, my tongue wetting
it even more.  I sucked the shaft just below the underside of his
cockhead.  His sounds were growning more intense now.  His breathing was
deeper.

I licked from the tip of his cockhead all the way down to his ballsac.
My tongue moved those sweet globes around, back and forth.  As I
carefully moved one of them into my mouth, my hand moved down under his
balls to his crack.  I sucked that ball, my tongue washing it in my
mouth.  My finger slid into his crack and slowly moved up into that dark
crevass.  The tip of my finger found his hole, and I massaged it, around
and around, as I washed the ball in my mouth.  I let that one fall out
and took in the other, my finger never leaving his tight pucker.  He was
groaning now, as though he were in deep pain, but I knew what he was
feeling.  Been there myself.

But I needed to really taste that cock.  With my finger still massaging
his pucker, I let his ball drop out of my mouth and licked up the center
of his ballsac to the base of his cock.  I sucked at that sensitive place
a bit, then I licked quickly up his shaft, circled his cockhead with my
lips, and took it into my mouth.  I tasted the sweetness of his precum,
and my tongue spread it all around.  I circled my tongue around the base
of his cockhead, then locked my lips there as my tongue began to move
more rapidly around the head.  I flicked my tongue against his peelips,
then I sucked him slowly in deeper.  I moved down just a bit at a time,
and my finger pressed gently against his pucker with the same rhythm.
Down a little more, pressing the hole a little more.  Down a little
more...

There was a hum in the air.  It was the song of a guy being pleasured.

I slowly fucked my face on his cock, inhaling his scent and tasting his
manhood.  I began to move a little faster as his cock throbbed against my
cheeks.  I slowly pulled my finger away from his hole and spread my
fingers around his balls, squeezing gently.

"Ummmm... ummmm... ooooooo... oooooo..."  His sounds -- almost grunts now
-- indicated his cum was getting closer.

But I wanted something special from Frank, from this guy who was so horny
he'd invited me into his own home, his own bed.  I could feel his hands
at the back of my head, encouraging me as I rode his dick up and down.  I
pulled away, and his dick was right in my face.  So hot I could feel the
heat on my cheek.  So wet it glistened in the light.  I could almost hear
it throb!

"I want to watch you cum," I whispered to him.  "I want to see these
little lips open.  I want to see that hot cream shooting out.  And I want
some of it on me, my tongue, my face."

"OOooo yeaaa..." he moaned.

My hand was around his shaft, and I began to pump him faster.

"Ooooofuck oooofuck yeaaaa..."  His voice was deep, then high, almost a
whimper.  He was close.

I watched that tiny hole.  I love cumshots.  I love watching the flood
shoot out.  There is nothing like cum -- nothing close to it.  The hot
essence of a guy, the treat only some guys know and others never know.  I
wanted to taste him, but I also wanted his cum on my face.

I stroked faster as I felt his cock harden even more.  His cockhead was
so red it looked like a balloon ready to burst.  I could actually see
those tiny lips pulse as they prepared to open when the dam inside him
burst.

And then it did.

"Aaaaagggg..." he gasped.

His first shot landded right when I'd hoped it would -- on my flattened
and waiting tongue.  The heat from his jizz was intense; it almost felt
like it was burning my tongue.  But I had hardly a moment to think of
that.  His second shot streamed above my lips, above my nose, and I felt
a long string of cum land on my face.  I could feel that my cheek was
virtually covered with it.

"Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaa..." Frank yelled.

My eyes were fastened on those little lips as they opened again, making a
perfect circle, allowing another shot out.  I could see it flash across
my face and felt it land on my forehead.  I pumped for more.

"fuckfuckfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..."  He sounded now like a whimpering baby
-- if a baby could know such language.

Another shot, and then another.  The first was so strong it must have
gone over my head, but the second landed across my nose.  This guy could
really shoot!  Beautiful!  After another, weaker shot, his cum began to
slowly ooze from his cock, and I held it over my tongue.  When it stopped
I licked the cockhead, then sucked for the last drop.  I could feel his
cum sliding down my forehead to the side of my face, from my nose onto my
cheek.  He'd covered me with his manjuice.  It was fantastic.  I pulled a
little more cum out with my suction, then I licked his cockhead and his
shaft to clean him up.

"Ofuck... yesss... uuhhhh..."  The sounds of a very satisfied guy.

I sat up on my haunches as he pulled himself up on the bed, raising up so
his legs were still open on either side of me and holding himself up with
his arms.

"O god fuck yes oooo... Oooo yessss...  God, Jerry.  You're covered with
my cum!"

He sat up straighter and pulled my face toward him; he began to lick at
the cum on my cheek, moving it onto my lips and into my mouth.  Our
tongues met for a deep kiss, then he withdrew to lick my belly.  There
must have been a small lake there!  My cock lurched when it brushed
against his chest.  When his tongue moved back to my mouth, I could see a
long strand of cum slowly falling from his tongue to my waiting mouth.
The warm, white cream moved slowly from his mouth to mine, and then he
followed it down for another deep kiss.  I could taste him and his cum as
we kissed.

He wiped the rest of his cum from my forehead and the side of my face
with a finger and let me see the quantity of it, then he inserted his
finger into his mouth and sucked.  He let me finish what was left.

We fell back on the bed, side by side, exhausted.

We were quiet for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of great sex, and then
he turned his face to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"You haven't cum yet," he said.

And his hand found my cock, hard and waiting.  He pumped.

"Shoot high for me," he whispered hoarsely.  "Make a fountain of jizz for
me."

I guess Frank liked cumshots, too.  I couldn't help but move my hips so I
could fuck my cock in his fist.  He was right.  I needed to cum badly.  I
could feel my balls draw up.  I could feel that twisting tightness
inside.  I was panting as I breathed rapidly.  My entire body was
controlled by my cock, and my cock was controlled by the guy I had just
pleasured.  I was sweating with need.

"Gonna... gonna c..c..cum,"  I whispered.

And with a loud moan, I did.  I kept my eyes open, because I wanted to
see this cumshot, too -- my own.  My mouth was wide as I made a choking
sound.  There was a little drop of cum at the tip of my cock, and then it
burst out!  My cum shot almost straight up -- must have been three feet
-- and before it landed on his arm there was another one, about as
strong.  I was shuddering inside as he continued to stroke the fountain.
Another shot.  On my belly.  Another in my pubes.

"Agggg..."

Another strong shot, and then a weaker one.  I felt my dick throbbing in
his hand as the rest of it began to ooze out.  I had to lay my head back
on the bed, then; I was too weak to hold it up where I could see.

I groaned as I felt him begin to lick my cock and clean me off.  He
licked around my shaft and through my pubes.  He licked my belly, which
was rising and falling rapidly with my deep breaths.  He held his arm up
where I could see it and licked that cum off, too.

I couldn't speak.  I felt so weak, I thought I'd never speak again.  It
had been the most intense cum I'd had in a very long time.  He lay down
next to me.  I could feel his shoulder against mine, his thigh against
mine, his hip against mine.  And my dick was still hot from the workout
his hand had given me.

We lay still for a while.  I turned my face to him, and we moved so we
could kiss again.  I loved kissing, and I had missed it even though I was
getting cock in the dorm.  We tasted each other, our hands moving lightly
over whatever skin we could reach.

Then I lay my head back.  "O god, Frank, that was great!"

"You're a fantastic cocksucker," he said, and he rolled over a bit so his
face lay on my chest.  "I don't think I've ever cum like that...  And to
see it on your face...  Damn that was hot."

We were quiet for a bit, his fingers lightly playing across my belly and
mine stroking his soft, curly hair.

"You... You'll come back, won't you?" he asked quietly.

Now how do you think I answered that question?

Honestly!