Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2004 13:43:09 -0500 From: Shadowlawn 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.