Where it happened: College dorm
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My first year at college, I was roommates with a guy from Sweetwater, Texas who played in a band and had long, red hair; he was real skinny, with freckles and everyone around campus, including all the guys, really liked him. I play football, and this year (three years later) am being offered the chance to sign with any one of several professional football teams.
Back to the freshman year thing, though – – –
Being a shy Texas boy I had thought a lot about girls and getting some sex at college but hadn’t worked up the nerve to really go for it.
So my roommate, who was really attractive to girls, came home from a date late one Friday night and told me he had been out with a girl named Cherry who had given him a blowjob. He mentioned how great it felt to have her mouth on his cock, sucking until he came in her throat. His description got me visibly aroused, and he laughed when he saw the sheets rising.
Because someone in another dorm room thought my roommate would be gone for the weekend he borrowed the extra twin bed, scooted it down the hall to his own room for a visiting relative. That left only my bed in our dorm room, and my roommate asked me if I would scoot over and let him in.
We talked a while about various stuff, and then I couldn’t sleep. Soon, his breathing fell into a soft pattern and I instinctively let my body rub up against the hard hot skin of his tight midsection while I thought about his recent sexual adventure. I could tell his dick was stiff inside a pair of tight Fruit of the Loom shorts. He must have awakened but, feigning sleep, he moved his hand into position to just barely touch my erect cock under the covers, as it pressed against my own white cotton skivvies. Soon we moved together, breathing hard, silently touching dicks, and when my cock throbbed against his, it made his dick bounce, and the feeling our dicks were giving to each other got hotter and hotter. Just as I thought I was about to cum in my pants, he whispered, “Suck it again, Cherry.” He wanted me to think he was dreaming about his date, Cherry. I knew it was a ruse but I didn’t need too much encouragement at that juncture. I knew he wanted me to service it, and I didn’t hesitate. I slid down until my mouth was even with the head of his cock and carefully removed his shorts; when I did, his dick popped out against my lips. I opened them just a little and felt the hot flesh of his foreskin with my lips, entering the tunnel with my tongue to lick the smooth hard head inside. I slowly started tracing down the front of his dick, under the head with my tongue, tasting the wonderful aromatic cock with my lips and tongue enveloping as much of it as I could reach with my open mouth as I went all the way down to his ample ballsack and sucked his firm, slightly hairy balls. He let out a brief muffled moan when I had his balls in my mouth. Both his heart and mine were beating like a sprinter’s and we were breathing like we were running the mile relay. My cock was out, at this point, tucked and resting hard between his knees in a nice warm feeling as I mouthed his dick. I decided to just go ahead and finish him off, so I opened wide and swallowed his cock all the way down to the thick patch of dark red hair, biting gently gainst the thick shaft to retract his foreskin and feeling his exposed solid cockhead against my vocal cords. He rolled over in my direction and pushed hard into my throat one – back out – two- back out – three – four – and on the fifth push, he didn’t retract but went even deeper, forcing me to either start drinking cum or drown. When he shot he moaned again, and my involuntary swallowing reaction was apparently much appreciated by his lavish penis, which responded with a great deep throb each time I swallowed, replacing the fluid in my throat as fast as I could drink, about 7 or 8 times. I happily lapped up every drop, and believe me, it was a gut full. We then laid there silently for about 30 seconds. I had surprised myself with the impulsive action I let take over my body. My head was really spinning and I was still rock hard, but sort of bewildered over what I had just done. Frankly, I felt embarassed, shocked, queer, but strangely – – – very, very good at the same time. He gently retracted, rolled over, pulled up his shorts and went fast asleep again. I jacked off, rolled over, and joined him in deep slumber.
The next morning neither of us said anything, we just made coffee and watched TV cartoons. We talked about girls, sprots, etc., but he never came near my bed again. We remained friends until the end of the semester, when he dropped out and moved back to Sweetwater, Texas to be near some girl.
I didn’t like telling this, frankly, but it was sort of therapeutic. It is an absolutely true account of my first sexual experience. I came to terms with the fact that I like guys as well as girls. Maybe the only bisexual guy on the college football team, but I kind of doubt it, if I read shower glances with any talent at all.
Later the same year, I had sex with a girl from Waco, but that’s another story.
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