Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2004 13:43:09 -0500
From: Shadowlawn <mart6854@bellsouth.net>
Subject: The Hedonist - Part Two

After getting my first, though unsolicited, blowjob from my college
roommate I walked aimlessly around campus for about an hour trying get my
head together and my guilt put aside. It had felt wonderful. Hell, who was
I kidding, it had given me the best feelings of my young life. I had
enjoyed in thoroughly, but I knew I'd crossed a line that up to that point
I'd fought hard not to cross except in fantasy. This was very real, too
real. Still it was done, I couldn't take it back. At the same time I wasn't
at all certain I wanted it to go any further. My roommate had said he'd do
it again anytime I wanted. I however resolved then and there never to ask
him. Maybe I'd crossed the line, but it didn't mean I had to stay there. At
least that was my rationalization at the time.

With that resolution I headed to the cafeteria for the typical tasteless
evening meal. Afterward I didn't want to go back to my room; I was putting
off facing my roommate for as long as possible. Instead I made my way to
the library and tried to keep my mind off things by reading a number of
news magazines. I read and reread articles several times but the truth was
that I couldn't stop thinking about the pleasure that came from having my
cock in a warm mouth; the sensational feeling that charged through my body;
and the intense satisfaction that came from shooting my hot thick load into
another person. Of course this resulted in me throwing a bone in my jeans
and realizing that I was as horny as I'd ever been despite having had my
first sexual act with another person just a few hours earlier. It seemed
instead of quenching a long thirst it had only been whetted.

After about three hours I decided to go back to the room. I was hoping my
roommate would be out and that I could shower and go to sleep before he
returned, delaying confrontation until at least the following morning. No
such luck he was stretch out on the bed wearing only his briefs and reading
a book.

"Hi," he said somewhat tentatively. "Where you been?"

"I ate and then went to the library. I'm really exhausted from the trip
back. I think I'm just going to shower and get some sleep."

I did my best to sound and act as casual as possible, as if nothing had
happened. I guess it worked because he seemed relieved and just nodded in
agreement. I grabbed my ditty bag and headed for the showers. I took as
cold a shower as I could stand, hoping it would lull any thoughts of sex,
dried off and then wrapped the towel around my waist before heading back to
the room.

We'd always changed in front of each other in the past and I thought any
change in this routine would send a negative signal so I dropped my towel
and as quickly as possible slipped into a pair of boxers in which I
normally slept. I couldn't help notice however that he was watching me
closely out of the corner of his eye. I got into bed and said good night
and turned toward the wall.

"I've already showered. He said, so I guess I'll just go to sleep too."

I felt relieved. Maybe we'd both just pretend it never happened. I was
being unrealistic I guess. Only a nightlight was on, but from the shadow it
cast on the wall I was facing I could tell he was still sitting up in
bed. I sensed that he wanted to say something. I was trying not to think
about the events of that afternoon, but unsuccessfully. My cock was
swelling and I was completely horned up, cold shower or no cold shower.

"If you're not interested just say no," I heard him whisper. "But if you're
any the mood I'd be happy to give you another uh, you know, I'd like to
suck you off again."

I honestly intended to tell him that I just wanted to go to sleep, but the
only thing that came out of my mouth was, "sure."

I didn't need to coax him. He was off of his bed in an instant, then
pulling down my bed sheets. With one fluid motion he'd stripped my boxers
completely off and my cock sprang back and slapped against my stomach.  He
pushed my legs apart and kneeled on the bed between them. He leaned in and
I felt the wonderful warmth of his mouth engulfing my entire rod.

This time it was less frenetic than the first and I was able to lie back,
relax somewhat and totally enjoy his oral skills. He was very good at what
he was doing. Once he had me gushing pre-cum like a faucet he moved down to
my balls giving me yet another and different thrill. Then back to my
cock. He worked me good, building me toward climax and then backing off
just enough to prevent me from going over the top. He had me nearly
delirious with pleasure. Then he did something I hadn't even considered
possible. He lifted my legs in the air, I assumed to gain better access to
my nut sac. Indeed he went right down to my balls and began lapping at
them, slowly he moved lower so that his tongue was laving that sensitive
area just below the balls. I relaxed and reveled in the feeling. Without
warning he moved further down and I realized that he was running his tongue
around, over and into my hole. I nearly jumped up, but the feelings I was
experiencing were not to be believed. I'd never even considered such
pleasure as a possibility. A steady stream of pre-cum now pour from the
head of my cock and I could see a crystal thread of male honey, reflecting
the dim light, connecting my cock to my chest.

I began to moan loudly and urge him on with nearly incoherent babble. This
seemed to spur him on and he became more aggressive in his
pleasuring. Finally I could stand it no longer.

"I've got to cum or I'm going to bust," I gasped.

He moved back up and lowered my legs. He immediately swallowed my cock to
the hilt and began to pump up and down on it with his mouth. That's all it
took and I began to blast load after load into him. Again he nursed on me
until I had nothing more to feed him. Then he let me slip from his mouth,
leaned back, pulled down his briefs and began to pound his cock. It didn't
take more than a few strokes before he fell back gushing out a huge load
that sprayed his stomach with a coating of his own seed.

Leaving me still in a state of breathlessness he moved back to his bed and
proceeded to clean himself off with his underwear. I was too drained to
care about anything. I just drifted off to sleep completely sated.

Classes started the next day and I began Ron Medeiros's Human Sexuality.
While I was no longer a virgin I still had many unanswered questions on the
subject and was hoping to find some answers during the semester. That night
my roommate again provided me with oral service, but this time instead of
dwelling merely on the physical pleasure I also fantasized about doing to
Ron Medeiros what my roommate was doing to me. The combination of the two
gave me the most intense orgasm of my life and I think my roommate was even
surprised by the amount of cum I shot down his throat.