Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2020 11:27:56 -0600
From: Silver Haired Dad <silverhaireddad@gmail.com>
Subject: College Story 1

THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION. Any resemblance to real people or places
is coincidental.


I walked through the door of the casual bar on the edge of campus where I
went to college. It was a basic place, with a u-shaped bar, some tables in
the corners, and a rather large pool room in the back, with eight tables.

There were always people there to drink beer and play pool. The bar also
had a reputation as a place where guys could find other guys for quick
hookups. It wasn't a "gay" bar, as lots of different people drank there. It
was a "college" bar, and everyone in college is horny!

Generally (though there wasn't a `rule,'), guys who were interested in
hooking up with other guys sat on one side of the bar. I sat on the other
side of the bar, so I could see who was `looking.' I ordered a beer. A
couple of friends I knew who were also "regulars" stopped by to say
hello. One asked if I wanted to play pool, so I left my spot and went to
the back to play a couple of games.

While I was there, I saw another guy at one of the tables I had played pool
with before. He was a straight guy but we had played pool one night and he
remarked during our banter that he was between girlfriends. I made some
sort of comment, apparently, that he had found funny, and as we continued
to play pool we became comfortable with each other. After a couple of
games, I asked him if he wanted to come over to my place and smoke a joint.
(That always seemed to be a good starting point.) He said yes. This is the
story of that evening.

We left the bar, and I offered to drive him over to my place and then
return him to campus after we had gotten high and listened to some music.
(I lived not too far from campus but not on campus.) It just took a few
minutes to get to my place. I had the place to myself during the summer.

We sat in the front room and I rolled a couple of joints and put on some
music. I had a decent stereo and record collection, with a penchant for
classic rock and roll. As the music started up, I torched the first J and
we both inhaled deeply as the magic weed did its work. We rocked out to the
music as a nice mellow high worked its way over us. At the end of the first
J the album side was over and I got up to flip it. When I sat back down, we
started chatting. Danny was a senior just like I was. He was majoring in
political science, while I was studying psychology. He asked how I could
afford such a nice place, and I let him know I had a housemate who was gone
for the summer, and I was working a job, so wanted to stay. I was starting
graduate school in the fall and didn't want to move.

He asked if my housemate was a girlfriend, and I assured him not. (I had
moved to this place after my former housemate--a woman--had discovered some
gay porn in one of my drawers and "outed" me to my friends. She apparently
had designs on a relationship with me that was not to be!) Danny had not
been living with his former girlfriend, so their breakup was actually not
overly problematic. I explained to him that I had been living with someone
else until the middle of the year, and described the breakup in
non-specific terms. He asked if I was dating anyone at the moment. I said
no and asked him the same thing. He also replied in the negative. Then he
asked what I did when I got horny. (Pot made him bold!) I said I did what
every other guy did when he got horny (demonstrating with the universal
jerk-off motion). We both chuckled. "Yeah," he said. "I do that more than I
like."

I fired up the second joint, took a deep toke, and passed it to him. The
music continued in the background. "You ever find a chick to go home with
at the bar?" Danny asked me. "No, haven't ever really been looking there,"
I replied. We took another hit on the J. The music continued. "Does pot
make you horny?" Danny continued. "Of course it does," I replied. We took
another hit off the J. "You ever met up with a guy from the bar?" Danny
asked. Again, bold! "Yeah, I have," I honestly replied. "What do you do
with them?" he asked. "Well," I said as I passed the joint back to him,
"sometimes we jerk off together and sometimes it's a blow job. I don't
really do anything else."

"Yeah, I've heard that guys give better head than girls do. Has that been
your experience?"

"No question about it," I replied. We took the final hit on the J, again as
the record ended. I got up to change to another album. "That is really good
weed," Danny said.  "Yeah, I like it a lot," I replied, as I sat back on
the couch.

"Would you ever consider giving me a blow job?" Danny asked me. "I've never
had a guy do it to me before."

"How about tonight?" I asked him. "Sure," he said softly. I got up and
turned the lighting down in the room until it was almost dark. "Want one
more J first?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." I rolled another one, and we smoked it up. As we got
close to the end of the J, I slid closer to him on the couch. "How does
this happen?" he asked me inquisitively. I reached over and began rubbing
his leg. "Just lean back and enjoy the feeling," I said. He did exactly
that, kind of slouching back into the couch. My hand slid up his leg to his
crotch, where I rubbed his cock from the outside. He kind of tensed
up. "Relax," I whispered. "Let me do all the work." I continued to rub him
and felt his cock responding. I undid his belt, and unzipped his jeans
before moving in between his legs. "Lift up and let me get these jeans off
you," I instructed him. He lifted his body up and I slipped the jeans
down. Then I untied his shoes and removed them, then slid the jeans all the
way off. He was on the couch in his white briefs, a hard cock bulging
inside them. From my perch in between his legs, I ran my hands up the
inside of each leg toward his crotch. I ran my hand over his hard bulge and
he shuddered from the pleasure. I looked up at his face and his eyes were
shut, a dreamy expression on his face. I squeezed his cock through his
briefs, and he moaned. I slipped his briefs down and off, leaving his
throbbing cock pointing straight up, hard as a rock. I wrapped my hand
around it and jacked it up and down a few times, with him continuing to
moan from pleasure.

Moving in a little closer, I held his cock in one hand and squeezed it. I
bent down and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. He squirmed and
moaned. I took the other ball in my mouth and licked it as well. Then I let
my tongue move up the underside of his turgid cock, letting the velvet
texture of my tongue caress up to his cockhead. Then I went up over the top
and slipped his cockhead into my mouth, pressing his cock to the roof of my
mouth with my tongue on the underside of his cock. His moan was guttural.
Swirling my tongue on the underside of his head, I began up and down
movements, going slowly deeper each time. I made sure his cock was nice and
wet, and let my lips do their magic. Each time I went farther down on his
cock, his moans got louder. Finally, I had his entire cock in my mouth and
my nose in his pubes. With his entire cock throbbing in my throat, I hummed
to give it a little vibration while rubbing my tongue on the underside of
his cock. His hips bolted up off the couch, plunging his cock into my
mouth. We began a mutual rhythm: me using my hand and mouth to slide up and
down on his cock, him doing his best to face fuck me. "Oh, gawd," he
moaned. "That feels SO good!" We continued this interplay, my tongue
slobbering on the underside of his cock, my mouth sucking and keeping that
cock under pleasure pressure, my hand wrapped around his girth, sliding up
and down, his hips bucking upward. Soon he moaned under his breath, "that's
going to make me cum." I continued my ministrations, milking his cock as he
continued to hump into my mouth. His moans became continuous and louder.
"Oh, gawd. Oh, gawd." With his cock fully down my throat, he made one major
thrust upward and emptied. I felt his spasms in my throat and through my
lips. I heard his moans demonstrating his pleasure audibly. Every drop of
his steaming hot college cum went down my gullet. I stayed impaled on him,
nose in his pubes, until I felt the last of his orgasmic thrusts fade
away. Then I slowly sucked my way back up his cock, cleaning him off while
fondling his balls, until his semi-hard cock lay over his pubes. I rubbed
the inside of his thighs again as I moved away. "Gawd DAMN," he said. He
sat there for a few moments, his eyes still shut, shaking his head in
disbelief at the pleasure he had just received. I moved up next to him on
the couch. He rolled his head over and looked directly at me. "That was the
best BJ I ever had," he said with a BIG grin!  "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure," I replied. In the somewhat awkward aftermath, he
reached down and pulled his briefs back up, tucking his now-sated cock
inside. Then he grabbed his jeans off the floor, stood up, and put them
back on, sitting back down next to me.

"Another J for the road?" I asked with a smile. "Sure as fuck," he said. I
rolled another one and we began smoking it. "Will you keep this between you
and me?" he asked quizzically. "Of course I will."

"Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"I'd like that," I said.

We finished up the joint, and I drove him back to campus.


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