Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2015 12:45:15 -0400 From: Kenneth8rodman Subject: College Gay Group V COLLEGE GAY GROUP V "Of course he wanted me to suck him but I used my tongue to start with his balls and slowly lick my way up his cock. The precum was sure worth the effort, but he kept begging me to suck him. I spotted a big feather across the room and began to tickle his pucker and that was driving him nuts. Then I used the feather to tickle his member. God but that guy could whine! I finally got tired of listening to him and began to suck him. He came pretty quickly and I swallowed the lot." "A boy in the group asked if we had any more getogethers. I said no, I wasn't really into pain." Dan said, "Again, from a safety standpoint, you have to know someone very well and trust them implicitly before you submit to an activity that might be dangerous." And that ended the meeting. Dan opened the meeting and said, These sessions are worthwhile even though safety issues aren't addressed in that we can share experiences and learn something about gay sex, good and bad. Now who has a story for us?" A boy stood and introduced himself as Tom. "There's a fishing club I belong to on campus and a guy, Pete, asked me to fish a stream he liked. He was a nice looking guy and for some reason I had a hunch he might be gay. It was a hot Saturday morning and we fished for a couple of hours. We came upon an old abandoned shack with a dock and Pete wanted to rest his legs and fish off the dock. It was hotter than hell and after a bit he suggested we take a dip and cool off. He got undressed with his back to me and jumped into the stream. I followed him, we cooled off, swam a little and decided to get back on the dock. He went up the ladder first and I looked up as he climbed. I could see his balls, but not his dick and I thought maybe the cold water had shriveled up his weenie to a nubbin. When my climb got my head up to deck level he was pulling on his shirt and the reason I hadn't seen his tool was because it was very erect about seven inches long and pointing straight up at the sun, almost touching his belly. It was a thick one with a bright red head. By the time I got off the ladder I was hard as a rock and pointing straight ahead.. He saw me staring at his boner and I said, my what an upstanding citizen!" "And you certainly must be a straight shooter," he said. But you're going to get a headache staring that hard. I'd like to touch yours, OK?" "I don't know where it came from. It was like I was hearing somebody else saying 'I'd rather you sucked it.' He didn't say anything, but he had a mile wide grin as he got in his knees. He looked up and asked me if I'd ever been sucked before and I said no. That was almost the truth because the only other time was a kid at summer camp but I was in third grade, he didn't know what he was doing and I didn't shoot or anything. So he sucked me and it was heaven. He did all sorts of tricks with his tongue and it couldn't have been five minutes until I told him I was about to unload. He pulled his head away and very softly jacked me. When I started to cum he took his hand off and we watched my cock jerk up and down as it spurted. My knees got weak and I damn near fell down. So of course I offered to suck him back. Wow! I had to pry his woody away from his belly to get it in my mouth. I'd never tasted precum before, not even my own, and it was a revelation. He lasted a lot longer than I did and even though I'd asked him to warn me when he was about to squirt, he got carried away and forgot. So when I felt his cock throb and tasted cum I jerked my head back. I don't shoot very far, maybe six inches, but he was shooting cum like strands of clothesline a couple of feet. It was a pretty wild fishing trip!" And he sat down. Dan asked if we continued our sexual relationship and the kid next to the story teller raised his hand and said, "No more than once a day." So Dan asked him to stand and continue. Pete stood and said, "We did the oral stuff for a week or so, but I always like something up my pooper when I cum. Fingers, a cucumber, a dildo, whatever. So I wanted him to put that long skinny dick of his in me. He was game so one day I put a rubber on him, lubed him up and got on my back. I can't really describe how that first time felt, but it was awesome. There's something unique about being cornholed. I mean, I think it's the penultimate of the feeling of your gayness. At least it is for me. He started out slowly, but in a couple of minutes I wanted to be fucked hard. I can still remember the feeling. He had me right on the edge of cumming and I loved it. I knew I wouldn't shoot without jim touching my cock but when he came in me and I felt his boner throbbing in there, I popped. I mean, I really came hard, and it was awesome." Somebody in the group asked him if he had ever fucked Tom. "Well we're working on it, but I'm pretty big and he's pretty chicken so it may take a while." A boy stood and said, "My name's Bob and I'm a second year nursing student. Last year we had a class on how to perform a bladder catheterization. We watched a movie and then paired off to practice. Girls with girls, boys with boys. There were an odd number of boys, seven in the class, so I got paired with one of the teachers. His name was Frank but behind his back we all called him Francis because the general feeling was that he was gay. Nice guy, early thirties, redhead. So we went to an examining whom and got into one of those 'all open in the back' hospital gowns. But we put them on so they were open frontwards. The plan was for Frank to cath me and demonstrate the fine points, then I was to catheterize him. So I stretched out on the examining table on my back. Step one was to sterilize the penis and that meant washing with antibacterial soap and rinsing it thoroughly followed by painting it with an iodinized antibacterial solution. Frank was very gentle washing my member. It felt like he was caressing it and I was hard as a rock before he rinsed off the soap. It was easy to see that Frank had a woody too." "This won't do. I can't do this with that erection. You'll have to go masturbate first," Frank said. There was a long silence and then Frank, very quietly, said, "Or I could do it for you." "Guess what I opted for. He had a very gentle pair of hands and he fondled my balls while he stroked me. He used some hand lotion on the desk and his hand was a very slippery. It made his touch even more gentle and lighter. I'd never had a hand on my organ before other than mine and it was pretty exciting to watch and feel. Clearly he wasn't just trying to make me ejaculate, he was making it an erotic experience. And it surely was. Finally that feeling like there was a little balloon being blown up deep behind my balls came on. The balloon got bigger, tighter and then POW!. The jizz racing down my penis was so explosive it felt more like a solid than a liquid. He catheterized me and that was a very pleasant feeling too. People have told me since that it was a painful, unpleasant thing to be done to them, but if done gently and carefully it was a lovely experience. So then I offered to jack him off." "I know I'd enjoy it," he said. "But I'd really like it more to have you suck me off." "I told him I'd really like that too, but I'd never done it before and I really didn't know how to do it. He told me he'd give me blow to blow advice along the way and he stretched out on his back on the examining table. There was a little drop of precum oozing from the tip of his penis and I licked it off. I'd never tasted precum before, not even my own, and boy was that a treat. Needless to say I'd never watched anyone ejaculate so I asked him to tell me when he was going to orgasm and he promised he would. He had me twirl my tongue around his organ and wag my head around so his penis was banging around in various parts of my mouth. The best part was, every minute or so I could taste a new sample of his precum. Without being asked I started to fondle his testicles and he liked that a lot. In a couple of minutes he told me he was getting close and asked me to just tickle his frenulum with the tip of my tongue. TO BE CONTINUED