Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2012 09:17:04 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 7

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I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 7


I went back to school several days before classes were to begin because I
wanted to work at the library and make a little money.  There were some
disappointments with the beginning of the new semester.

One disappointment was discovering that Jake was not coming back.  I had
known that was a possibility; his grades hadn't been good at all, though he
wasn't flunking.  I'd heard him say several times that he might stay home
and catch up in the local community college.  I guess that's what he did.
I knew I'd miss him.

Since I arrived a few days early, I had the dorm -- at least our floor --
almost to myself.  Then I saw Zach down the hall, entering his room.  The
dining hall wasn't open yet, so I figured -- why not?  I asked him if
wanted to get something at a nearby restaurant.  He was obviously surprised
that I had asked, but he agreed.  Our conversation over our dinner was a
little stilted at first; we didn't have that much in common.  But we had
the time to relax a bit, and eventually we began to talk a little more.

When we got back to the dorm, Zach said, "I'm moving to a new room --
that's why I'm back early.  Could you... I mean... I could use some help
moving stuff... I you want to..."

I told him that I would -- nothing else to do.  I took a piss and when I
went back down the hall I noticed the door to Jake's room was open.  It was
empty, of course.  Zach's room was on the other side of the hall, down a
way.  When I walked in, he was putting some books and folders in a box.  We
started with drawers; they were interchangeable, so we'd just switch them.
I followed him into the hallway, and he turned into Jake's old room.

I felt a flash of real anger.  Zach invading Jake's space?  Where Jake --
and I -- had been?  The mattress where he lay as I sucked his beautiful
thick cock...

Zach didn't notice.  "I'd wanted a single room at the beginning, but I
didn't get one.  I was first on the list, so I got this one when Jake
flunked out."

"He didn't flunk out!" I said with more vehemence than I intended.

Zach was taken aback for a minute.  "Yeah, well..."

I set the drawer I was carrying on the bare mattress and pulled one out of
the built-in dresser.  This had been Jake's!  Where his stuff was!  I
turned and went back down the hall to Zach's room, with him right behind
me.  I was surprised by my anger.  But I guess I missed Jake a lot more
that I had thought I would.

We got all the drawers switched and then began carrying clothes.  Then we
took other stuff that was lying around, some of it in boxes.  We were about
done, and I was ready to quit.  I set the box I was carrying down on the
mattress a little harder than I intended, and it tipped over, spilling out
folders and miscellaneous stuff.

I looked the pile on the bed as I heard Zach whisper, "No... no no no
no..."  He looked white as a sheet.  "It's not... not... what it looks
like..."

What it looked like was a little magazine with stories and pictures of
gays.  A jack off magazine.  A buddy of mine in high school got one, and we
jacked off to the pictures, joking about the big dicks and the exaggerated
floods of cum.

"I'm... not mine... It's not mine," Zach said.

Sure it was.  And all the pieces fell into place.  His lingering in the
shower room when guys were stripping to take showers.  His being on the
edge of conversations about sex, listening but not saying anything.  His
over-reaction on the subject of gays.  And now this.

Zach was babbling something about finding the magazine by a dumpster behind
the store where he'd worked for the summer.  He was stammering and looking
around as though he wanted to escape -- or fall through the floor.  I let
him talk for another minute, not really listening but watching him turn
from sheet-white to beet-red.  He finally slowed down, and I interrupted.

"It's all right.  Zach, you're gay, and it's all right to be gay.  It's
okay."

He stepped back and fell heavily on the bed, his eyes on the floor.  "It's
not what seems..."

"Yes, it is, Zach.  And it's okay."

He wasn't making a sound, but I saw tears running down his cheeks.  Then he
started to mutter.  "No no... can't find out..."

"You're right, Zach," I said quietly.  "Sometimes it's better for people
not to find out -- better to keep it private, a secret."  I paused.  "I
know, Zach, because I'm gay, too"

He raised his tear-stained face to me.  "They can't find out at
home... Please don't tell any..."  His mouth fell open when he finally
realized what I'd just said.  "You... you...?"

"Yes.  And I know how to keep secrets.  Don't worry, Zach; no one will hear
anything from me."

"But I don't want to be... that way."

"I know."  I sat down on the bed next to him.  "A lot of guys, when they
first discover it... or first admit it... they don't want to be gay.  But
that's what we are, Zach.  Some guys go through their whole lives
pretending it's not true about them.  But you and I know it's true about
us."

He was silent for a long time, and I wasn't sure what to do.  Finally, I
put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed just a bit.

"I knew it," he said.  "I knew it in middle school.  I knew it in high
school.  But I didn't want it that way.  I never fit in anywhere.  And I
knew what they said about me in the locker room, what they thought of
me... fat guy with a little boy's dick.  That's what I heard one day..."
He took a breath.  "I don't know if they ever guessed just how different I
really was."

And with that the dam burst.  He told me about his middle school years.
His difficulty in living with super-strict parents.  His failed attempts to
get along with girls; he'd tried, because that was what was expected.  His
discomfort at church camps -- knowing he was so different he was damned --
but yearning so much for the boys he lived with there.  His ignorance about
sex -- so many questions but so few answers.  High school -- no friends.
His fear at home.  All the guilt he felt after jacking off.  It finally
slowed to a trickle.

"You've never done anything with a guy?"

He shook his head 'no.'  "Just... just that." He motioned to the magazine.
His face reddened again.

I picked it up.  I turned the pages and saw black-and-white drawings of
guys sucking and fucking.  Guys with dongs so big they couldn't possibly
have gotten them into pants.  I stopped at a page that showed an older guy
forcefully fucking someone who was probably in high school; the face of the
younger guy was distorted.  He was obviously in pain.

"It's not like this, Zach," I said, holding the magazine in front of him.

He looked at the picture and then his eyes dropped to the floor again.

"It's jacking off with a friend.  Sucking a guy you really like.  Doing
nothing but what pleases the guy you're with -- and knowing he will do the
same for you.  Enjoying the closeness of a guy.  Touching skin..."

He was silent.  I wondered what I should do.  I really felt for him.  And
all the razzing the guys did -- we did -- that only made him feel worse
about himself.  I put my hand on his shoulder again.

"If you've never done anything with a guy... If you really want to
know... I'm here, Zach."

He was silent for a moment.  "You... with a guy like me?  You're so... god,
you're beautiful..."

"What I am, Zach, is gay. And horny all the time," I smiled.

I leaned in closer to him and ran the back of my hand over his cheek.  He
froze for a second, then relaxed.

"There's no need to be alone, now, Zach."

I cupped my other hand around his cheek and turned his face toward me.
"Just be yourself, Zach.  Enjoy what you and I are supposed to enjoy."

I ran one hand over the back of his neck, massaging it gently.  I lay the
other hand on his heavy thigh.  A sound came from his mouth, a strangled
cry.  Then a long... very long... sigh.  And he lay his head on my
shoulder.  I put my arm around him and gave him a hug as my fingers on his
thigh moved gently, petting him.

"Oh, yes," he whispered.  "I want it so much."

We sat like that for a while as he got accustomed to the touch of another
guy.  Then I slowly moved my hand down between his thighs to his crotch.
He surely was hard, but I couldn't feel it.  His dick was so small it would
hardly make a bulge.  I pressed my hand in where his dick ought to be and
began to massage him there.  He gave a little whine and opened his legs.

"I want it so much..." he repeated.

I pulled away a bit, unfastened my pants, and let them fall to the floor.
I couldn't see his eyes, but I know he was looking at my thighs -- and the
tent in my briefs.  I took his hand and lay it on my thigh.

"Feel me," I said quietly.  "Feel now hard I am.  That's how much I want to
do something for you."

His hand moved up my thigh a little, then stopped.  I opened my legs, and
his hand moved to my cotton-covered cock.  His hand was shaking a bit, but
he gave me a little squeeze.  That made some precum ooze out; I could feel
it.

"Do you want me to take off my shirt?" I asked.

He swallowed.  "Yes."

I had on a t-shirt, and I slowly pulled it over my head, exposing myself
from the neck to the waistband of my briefs.  He'd seen me naked, of
course, in the shower room, but this was different -- very different.  I
stood in front of him, my tented briefs practically in his face.  "Touch me
again," I whispered.  "It feels so good."

I lay my hand gently on his head as he moved his fingers up and down my
hard cock.  I saw him touch the wet spot on the cotton where my cockhead
was, and I couldn't help but sigh.  "Take them off for me, Zach."

There was a moment of silence.  Then his hands moved to the waistband of my
briefs, and he slowly pulled them down.  My cock caught under the waistband
and finally broke free to swing up and down right in his face.  My briefs
fell to the floor.  He carefully put his hand around the shaft of my dick
and held it.

"Oooooo..."  His sound was low and soft.  "So warm... hard..."

"Stroke me, Zach.  Help me."

And he slowly moved his hand up and down my dick, the precum from my
cockhead making his hand slippery.  I whispered encouragement to him.  He
didn't touch anything else down there, just my hard, wet, throbbing dick.

"I want to touch you, Zach.  Can I?"

He looked up at me.  "You've seen me in the shower... I don't have..."

"What you have, Zach, is a cock that is longing to be touched, stroked, and
more."  I put my hand on his cheek gently.  "Let me touch you there, your
dick, your balls... Let me."

He swallowed again and moved his hands to the waistband of his pants.  He
had to stand to get them down and off.  He was wearing briefs.

"Let me," I said.  I knelt in front of him and pulled his briefs down from
his waist, his hips, his small bush... then they fell to the floor.  There
was his dick.  He was hard; there was no quesion about it.  His cockhead
was small and dark red; it had pulled away from the short shaft and was
oozing precum.  His belly hung over his pubic mound, and I don't think he
could even see his dick.  I touched the tip of his cock with my finger, and
he jumped a bit and then sighed.  I stroked him with my forefinger and
thumb; that's how small he was.  His dick couldn't have been much more than
two inches.  And rather thin.

"Sit on the bed, Zach," I said.  When he sat down I started to unbutton his
shirt, but he grabbed my hand.

"No... I'm not... I don't look so good..."

"Zach, I've already seen you naked.  Let's be naked together."  And he let
go of my hand.

I opened his shirt and saw the extent of his belly, his chest carrying two
very heavy, large pecs, so large they hung down.  I rubbed the nipple of
one of them, and I heard his little groan again.  My hard cock was in front
of his face.  I leaned down and kissed both nipples.  Then I sat on the
floor between his thighs and began to play with his dick again.  He was
oozing a lot of precum, and I used it to make his little cock slick.  Yes,
he was little.  Smaller than anyone I'd seen before.  But it was his cock,
and it felt everything my own cock felt.

I leaned in to him and gently kissed his little cockhead.  He jumped again
and gasped.  The first time anyone but himself had ever touched him there
-- and certainly the first time anyone had kissed him there.  He spread his
heavy thighs to give me more access.  I licked around that tiny dickhead,
tasting him.  I sucked it gently into my mouth, just the cockhead, and
sucked.

"Ahhh... oooooo Jerry o Jerry ooooo Jerry."  He began to rock and forth a
bit.  "Suck me... o Jerry suck..."

His cockhead fit easily in my mouth, but there wasn't much to move around.
I licked his precum off again, then moved my tongue around and around that
little cockhead.  It was even smaller than the first one I had sucked when
I was twelve.  His shaft was hard, and I pursed my lips so I could move up
and down it a bit.  Zach groaned and began to move with me, fucking his
dick between my lips.

I let it drop and lowered my face to find his balls.  They were tiny, too.
I ran my finger over his ballsac first, and he spread his legs even farther
apart.  I turned my face to get between his heavy thighs and licked his
sac.  His fingers tightened on my hair as he moaned at this new sensation.
I licked his balls around and around.  They were so little I couldn't move
them much, and I couldn't get them into my mouth, just between my lips.
But my warm, wet tongue on them sure made Zach happy.

My fingers ran under both of his thighs, moving the little hairs there.  I
moved my tongue to the spot between his sac and his thigh and licked.  Then
I licked across his sac, back and forth, listening to him murmur his
pleasure.  I worked his dick again, and his hands pressed me into him.  It
seemed like he wanted me to crawl into his peehole!  I moved my face from
side to side, wiggling his dick as I held it with my lips.

Finally, I moved away and stood in front of him again, my cock dripping
precum right in front of his face.  "It's sweet, smooth, Zach.  You want to
taste it?"

Without a word he licked the tip of my cock moving my precum around and
getting a lot of it in his mouth.  He'd lick, then taste, lick, then
taste...

"Will you suck me?" I whispered.

He opened his mouth and took my cockhead in.  He continued to lick it in
his mouth, and his lips closed behind the crown of my head.  Then he began
to suck.  I had to slow him down and warn him about teeth.  He never took
anything but my cockhead into his mouth, but that was all right.  He was
obviously loving his first taste of dick.

He let my cockhead slip out and held my shaft up, so he could see my balls.
They're no bigger than most, I guess, and they hang nicely, but they must
have seemed huge to a guy with tiny ones.  He just looked a while, then he
touched.  He surprised me by licking them, one then the other.  He knew to
move carefully, and he got every bit of my sac wet from his mouth.  He was
good.  But he moved back to what he obviously loved more -- my hard dick.
He nursed on it slowly and his suction began to increase.  I realized I was
getting close.  I thought for just a second about coming in his mouth, but
that was probably too much.  For the first time.

"Ooooooo that's so nice, Zach.  Suck me there... suck my dick, my hard
cock..." But I was careful not to push more than he wanted into his mouth.
"Take it out and jack me..." I said.  His big hand circled my shaft and be
began to pump.  He was pulling so hard, like he wanted to pull it out by
the root.  I fucked myself into his hand, and it only took a minute...

"Fuck... oooooooooo OOOOOOOOOOOO..."

I shot hard.  My head was thrown back, so I didn't see it.  But I looked
down in time to see my next shot.  It landed on his chest, just above one
of those nipples.  My first shot had landed right between those huge
nipples.  I watched as he pumped for more, and I shot hard several more
times before my cum started to dribble out.

"That was sooooooo good Zach... yesss..."  And I wasn't overdoing it,
either.  It was a good cum.

I carefully pulled my dick from his hand and leaned in to lick at the cum
on his chest.  He moaned and thrust his chest out more, and I pulled some
of my cum over his nipple and sucked.  Then I licked upward, until every
drop had been cleaned up.  I stood up and used both hands to massage his
nipples, sticky from cum.  He moaned again, and I pinched them lightly.  I
kept one hand working a nipple while the other wandered down over his big
belly.  It was warm and soft.  I leaned in again to lick between his
nipples and then downward, over that mound in his middle.  His hands were
on my head until I was low enough that he couldn't reach it.

It was his turn now.  I sucked that little hard nail through my lips and
massaged the dickhead with my tongue.  I sucked slowly but regularly.  His
moans became whimpers, and I knew he was close.  I wasn't sure what he
wanted, if he wanted to cum in my mouth.  I would have let him, but he
pulled out, and I stroked him with my finger and thumb.

"I want to see it..." he said.  "See... it cum..."

He leaned up just enough that he could see his dickhead; his mouth was open
as he gasped in pleasure.  I could feel it beginning in him.  Suddenly, a
huge stream shot into the air.  And into his mouth!  I was amazed!  But I
kept stroking.  There was another shot that went higher and landed on his
shoulder.  The next one fell on his chest.  One more huge shot that he got
with his tongue.  Then his cumshots slowed and weakened until he was
oozing.  I held his dick a minute, then licked it clean.

"Zach, can I... can I lick some of the cum off of you?"

He smiled weakly and nodded his 'yes.'  I licked at his chest first.  His
cum was more tangy than mine, but also a little sweet.  I licked and
swallowed and licked for more.  I looked up at him as I sat back on my
haunches.  There was still a little cum on his lips, and he licked it off.

"O fuck, Zach!  That was one of the most awesome cums I've ever seen!  Up
into your mouth!  Damn, that was sweet!"

He grinned at me.  Now that we had shared cocks and cum, he felt more at
ease.  I looked at his little dick, still wet from all that cum, and it had
already softened so much it was almost buried in him.  I leaned in and
kissed it one more time.

He lay back on the bed, on top of some of those folders and stuff, and
breathed deeply.  His eyes were closed.  I moved closer on the floor and
lay my hand on top of his belly and rubbed gently.

"That was..." he started.  He turned his face to look at me.  "I never
imagined it could be so good."

I smiled.  "Any time you want it, Zach, there's more."

I spent a lot of time in Zach's room for a couple of days, until people
started returning.  I showed him a little more about cocksucking, and he
quickly got better.  I showed him some of my favorite gay sites on his
computer.  I knew he'd spend some time jacking off to those lovely boys.
We agreed that with everyone back in the dorm, we'd have to play it really
cool.  But we would work out something.

My other disappointment happened when Chris arrived the morning of his
first class -- cutting it close.  He was different.  He was still friendly,
but there wasn't the light banter that usually went on in our room.  I
worried about it.  He turned away from me several times when we were
talking.  He'd answer my questions, but he wouldn't start a conversation.
There was no laughing, no smle.  Something was wrong.  Should I ask?  Am I
the cause?  His blowjob...?