Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 14:38:14 -0400
From: Rod888man <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unusual boy

				UNUSUAL BOY

 He'd heard all sorts of horror stories about the assholes he might get as
a roommate his freshman year at college and he was pleasantly surprised
with Paul. He was one of those super bright kids who had been admitted at
fifteen, having skipped two grades. Nice looking kid. Blonde, slim, 5'10",
quiet and shy. He planned to major in physics and when the other guys were
horsing around, tossing a football, playing bridge or watching TV, he was
in the library. They got along fine, and Bob felt rather like the big
brother that Paul never had. He had been sort of a sheltered kid, a
minister's son, and it would be tough for him to fit in with boys who were
all a couple of years older.

 Paul taught him how to play chess and let him get close, but Bob never
beat him. Bob taught him how to play backgammon and after only a few games
Paul chose the back game, doubled the dime bet, and won most of the time.
They avoided bridge. Too many boys developed an obsession and played late
into the night. Bob was on scholarship, was on the soccer team which took
up his afternoons, and needed to keep his grades up. Paul had his eyes
firmly fixed on a doctorate in physics and couldn't waste his evenings on
bridge either. But it was an all male university, no girls close, and
freshmen weren't allowed to have cars, so Saturday nights were spent
playing penny ante poker and sharing bullshit. Paul gradually lost some of
his reserve, drank beer sparingly, and was always welcome at the games.

  When Bob entered the gym locker room for soccer practice he passed the
crudely lettered sign taped to the wall that always made him grin: "Rain,
Mud, Shit or Blood, Soccer practice 4 PM."  But today under the sign was
another sign which announced that soccer practice was cancelled for
today. He asked one of the boys what catastrophe caused the cancellation
and was told that this morning the coach's wife was at the hospital
delivering their baby and something went wrong. The baby died and his
mother was in "guarded condition". Awful news, but it had a bright side.
Instead of breaking his balls on the soccer field he could go back to the
dorm, jack off and take a nap.

  When he opened the door he didn't know who was more surprised: Paul with
his pants around his ankles sitting on the side of his bed obviously
choking his chicken, or himself. Paul grabbed his pants, struggling to pull
them over a very hard dick, and Bob said, "Hey, no problem. I beat the meat
every day myself. As a matter of fact I missed yesterday and I need to dump
a load. Have you ever jerked off with another guy?" Paul, still beet red,
shook his head. "It's fun, let's do it." For an answer Paul stood and
slowly took off his pants and Jockeys. So Bob went over to the bed, dropped
trou, his boner standing vertical and almost touching his belly, and sat
next to him. Paul, in the space of three heartbeats, was hard again. Bob
whistled. " Wow, what a cock! That has to be about nine inches and you
aren't even done growing yet!" It was not only long, but also thick with a
very large glans that extended wider than the shaft and looked like a WW 2
Nazi helmet.

      They began to stroke themselves and Paul's eyes never left Bob's 8
inch stiffy. Bob didn't stop looking at Paul's remarkable organ either.
Paul was the first to grow a drop of precum on his piss slit and Bob
reached over to wipe it off with a fingertip. Then he licked his finger,
pronounced it delicious and asked Paul if he had ever tasted it. "Uk!
No. What's it taste like?"

        "Sort of sweet and sour at the same time." Said Bob. He squeezed
his organ and a large drop of Cowper's secretion oozed from his cockhead.
"Try it, I know you'll like it." Hesitantly Paul coated a fingertip, licked
it off and broke into a wide grin.

      "Hey. You weren't kidding, it does taste nice." They had only been
jacking for a couple of minutes when Paul's face screwed up into a grimace,
his belly muscles began to to twitch and that oversized cockhead began to
squirt. The first jet arced up through the air and splashed on his
neck. Spurts two through eight landed on his belly. Nine and ten were thin
and dishwater like and just oozed out. "Jeez, I don't usually shoot that
much."

      "Maybe it's the excitement of beating off with another guy.......and
I'm gonna pop." Bob said. The escalating pressure in his groin was almost
painful it was so intense. Then KZzzzzzaP! The first hot wad of boycum
zzzzipped through his straining penis.When his cock began to gush Bob took
his hand off and both boys stared at the dick, dancing and spurting a load
almost as big as Paul's. "Well was I right, it's more fun to do it
together. How about tomorrow before dinner?"

          It was a long day before dinner for both boys. When Bob returned
from soccer practice (Coach's wife was out of the woods, but the assistant
coach ran the practice while Coach remained at the hospital) Paul had his
nose in a book. He stood when Bob came in and started to strip. Both boys
were naked on the side of the bed and sprouting boners in less than a
minute. It as little more time than that when Bob reached over, lifted
Paul's hand and put it on his own cock. Then he began to stroke Paul. "I'm
betting this will be more fun than jacking ourselves." Said Bob. It was a
totally new sensation for Paul, and definitely better to have someone else
pleasuring him. Bob had been there before and it wasn't a bet, it was a
certainty. Again, Paul began to produce precum first and Bob asked him if
he could taste it. Paul said yes, figuring it would be like yesterday, a
finger to his piss slit, but Bob leaned over and took Paul's big helmet
into his mouth and began to suck it. Paul's mouth dropped open in
astonishment, but he didn't stop him. He couldn't. It felt far too good.
Bob's tongue was going round and round on Paul's dick and then sucking his
cockhead, back and forth. He wanted back and forth to last forever, but the
sensation was far too intense and after only a couple of minutes he began
that escalation, the exquisite feeling of inevitable orgasm, rapidly
approaching.

         "Oh man, I'm gonna cum pretty soon." Said Paul. "Oh God, oh God,
o, o, O, O, OH, YEAH!" The feeling of his cumwad squirting through the
supersensitive urethra in his dickhead was incredible. Bob swallowed the
first couple of squirts and then lifted his head to watch the fun. Paul
wasn't watching. His head was thrown back, his eyes were clamped shut, the
expression on his face was one more typical of pain than pleasure, and his
pecker delivered spurt after spurt in the air. Bob wasn't counting, but it
seemed like even more than yesterday. When Paul came back to earth he
looked down at his belly and said, "Whoee. I think I had an orgasm!" They
both laughed.

         Bob: "You certainly seemed to enjoy that and I'd like to know how
it feels, so would you do me?" That was a bald faced lie. He'd been blown
before, but is was the truth in that he didn't know how good it would feel
if Paul did it.  Paul looked down at Bob's cock standing straight up and
almost touching his belly. There was a rivulet of precum running down the
underside and dripping off his ballsac. Paul didn't answer vocally, but his
tongue delivered the message when he got on his knees and licked that river
of excitement clean. Then he pulled Bob's organ down, and eyes closed with
pleasure, began to suck it. He was trying to copy what Bob's mouth had done
for him and it must have been working because Bob was moaning nonstop.
Surprisingly, Paul's cock was hard again and there was no question he was
enjoying his work. Bob didn't last long either. He was so hot from blowing
Paul it took no time at all before his moans got louder and he warned Paul
he was about to cum. Then his hips lifted off the cot but Paul stayed with
him as the warm life juice gushed into his mouth. He couldn't swallow fast
enough and the last half of the ejaculation leaked out of his mouth and
over his chin. "Ummm! Boy that was great! So which did you like better, me
sucking you or vice versa?"

          "Well, hard to tell since I had already cum, so I think we'd
better do it again tomorrow with me sucking you first."

				  THE END