Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2022 15:54:18 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Part 2: "College Story"

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A College Story--Part 2

It had been about a month after I had met Danny at the bar across from
campus and given him his first BJ from a guy. And, as I had been requested,
I hadn't mentioned anything to anyone about our evening together--though I
had jerked off to the memory more than once!

In the days when I went to college, life was much simpler, though
communication was more difficult. There wasn't email. No one had cell
phones--only land lines. That didn't really matter, as Danny and I hadn't
exchanged any information. In fact, seeing someone at the bar was often the
main way that social contact was maintained. Yeah, grabbing a beer and
playing some pool was on the agenda, but it was also about staying in touch
with friends.

It was a Friday night, and I was still enjoying having the house to
myself. I decided to go out to the bar and see who was around, as well as
grab a beer and shoot some pool. When I got there, I was surprised at the
size of the crowd. Though it was summer, the place was buzzing! I saw a
number of acquaintances sitting around the bar, and after I got my first
beer from the bartender, I made the rounds, saying hello, catching up with
what was going on, and basically staying in touch. One of my buds
encouraged me to shoot some pool, so we walked to the back room where the
tables were located. Every table was in use! So we put our name on the
chalkboard list, nursed our beers, and continued to chat. I casually looked
around the room, and I swear I saw Danny! I didn't want to go up to him
right away, as I wasn't sure who he was playing pool with and if my saying
hello might be an issue. As it turns out, that was the table that was next
up, so as they finished their game, the poolmaster told us to go over and
be ready to play.

As I got closer to the table, I realized that it wasn't Danny. However, the
guy was the spitting image of Danny as I remembered. When we got to the
table, the two who were playing said hello, and asked if just the two of us
were taking the table. I replied affirmatively. So they made a simple ask:
"want to play a set as teams? We'll split the cost with you. We just aren't
ready to quit!" My bud and I were more than willing to play doubles, so it
was decided. The guy who looked like Danny asked if we wanted more beers,
and we all said yes. "I'm not 21 yet," he said. "Would someone else get
them? I'll pay." His friend took the ten spot that was offered and walked
off to the bar. While he was gone, we introduced ourselves. "I'm Rob," said
my bud. "I'm Tom," I said. "Hey, I'm Billy and my bud who is getting the
beers is Spencer." We were racking up the balls and chalking our cues when
Spencer came back with four beers. "I hope you don't mind, but I got the
brand that was on sale since cheap Billy was paying," he said with a
laugh. We all joined in. None of us really cared about the brand when it
came to free beer! "I'm Spencer," he said. "I'm Rob." "I'm Tom." We settled
in and started playing. While none of us could be considered `expert,' we
all know how to play, and the game was certainly interesting and close. We
chattered with each other in between our individual shots as we sipped on
the beer. One of those times I was standing next to Billy. "You sure do
look familiar to me," I said to him. "Have we ever met before?" "I don't
think so," he said. "I just started classes here this summer, so haven't
been around that long." "Well, I could have sworn I've seen you before."
"Maybe you've met my brother. I know he likes to shoot pool and who doesn't
like a cold beer?" "What's your brother's name?" I asked. "He's Danny,"
Billy replied. "He's a senior. I'm just getting started."

I was quiet for just a moment. Danny and Billy looked a lot like each
other! I wondered silently if they were both equipped the same! "Yeah, I
think I've played pool with him here before," I said. "You two look like
brothers!" "Yeah, that's what lots of people say, said Billy. "Where is
Danny tonight?" "He went to the movies with some of his friends. There's
some science fiction movie playing and they wanted to go. I wasn't
interested, so decided to come out here and play some pool. He might come
here after the movie, but I don't know." "That's cool," I said. It was my
turn, and I accomplished a shot that I truly didn't think was possible. The
other three applauded. For the most part, it was an uneventful set. We
finished up our games, and no one else had signed up for a table, so we all
agreed to do another set. "I'll get the beers this time," Rob said. Spencer
piped up, "I'll go with you and help you carry them. Let's get draft
instead of bottles this time." So they walked off. As Billy and I stood by
the table I asked him what he was going to major in. "Not sure yet," he
said, "but I think psychology." "Hey, that's my major," I stated. "If
that's what you decide, I'll tell you who the best professors are." "Deal!"
said Billy. Then he added, "do you think it's a good major?" "We'll have to
discuss that," I said. "This school is well known for experimental stuff,
so if that's your thing, it's a good choice." "Maybe we can chat about it
over the summer. I'm just taking a couple of basic studies courses right
now." "Glad to do that," I said.

About this time, Rob and Spencer returned, each carrying two drafts. We
started the next set of games, and started feeling the buzz that a couple
of beers will bring. There was nothing spectacular about our play, but it
was fun. As we came to the end of our second set of games, both Rob and
Spencer said they needed to leave. "I'm hoping my brother shows up," said
Billy. "Tom, do you want to play one more game?" We looked over at the
wall, and there was one name on the list, but no one seemed to be
waiting. "Yeah, let's start one last game before the people on the list get
back." Rob and Spencer said their good-byes, and Billy and I started our
final game. Again, nothing spectacular. When we finished, we put our cues
back on the wall and walked back out toward the bar. "I don't see Danny
anywhere," said Billy. "He was gonna be my ride home, but I think walking
across campus might do me some good to manage this beer buzz," he said with
a laugh. "Hey, I'll give you a ride," I said. "I'm not too buzzed to
drive." "Sure," said Billy.

We walked outside, and the fresh air was invigorating. My car was in the
very back of the parking lot. As we got in the car, I asked, "is Danny
expecting you back right away?" "Hell, no," said Billy. "I'll get back when
I get back!" He chuckled. "Then why don't we run by my place and polish off
a joint?" I asked. "YES!" Billy exclaimed. "I can't think of any better way
to start the weekend!" We both laughed, and I turned toward my apartment,
actually not far from where Billy roomed with Danny.

When we got to my place, I pulled into the parking lot and we walked over
to the door. When we went inside, Billy had the same reaction his brother
had. "Wow, this is a really nice place." "I share it with a roommate who is
away for the summer. I didn't want to lose the place, so I agreed to keep
paying rent until he gets back." "Nice," Billy said. We both sat on the
couch as I pulled my pot box out from the end table and started to roll a
joint. "I haven't had a chance to get high since I got here," said
Billy. "I don't know anyone except my brother who has weed, and he doesn't
have any right now. In fact, he only said he's met one guy recently who had
any, but it was the best he ever had!" (I wondered if Danny told his
brother the whole story!)

I lit the J and took a hit, then handed it off to Billy. I got up and put
on some mellow music. First toke, and Billy said "this tastes really good."
"I agree." We took another couple of tokes, and for some reason it made us
both chatty! "What's your favorite kind of music?" Billy asked. "Rock, no
question about it," I replied. "Yeah, I think I'm the same," said
Billy. "And rock really seems to go well with copping a buzz from weed!"
"It sure does," I agreed. "How long have you been in this place?" "For the
last year." "Are you going to live with your brother when the fall semester
starts?" No, I'm moving into the dorm. He doesn't want his little brother
in the way. Hahaha." The album side ended, and I got up to switch it
over. When I sat back down, I pulled out the tray and started to roll
another one. "Up for more?" I asked. "If you are willing," said Billy with
a laugh. "Oh, I'm willing," I said, sure that he didn't get my double
entendre.

The soft rock on the second side of the album seemed to go nicely with the
collective chill mood we both seemed to have. I lit the joint and passed it
to Billy after a toke. We continued our banter. "What's your favorite thing
to do when you get stoned?" I asked. He paused for a few seconds as he took
another deep puff and held his breath. As he let it out a cloud of lush
smoke dissipated in front of him. "Do you really want to know?" asked
Billy. "Yeah, it's just a question," I said in reply as I took another
toke. I passed the J back to Billy, and he took another hit. After he
exhaled, he replied. "It's kind of embarrassing," he said. "But I'm young."
"What is it?" I asked again. "I like to beat off," Billy replied
matter-of-factly. I took a deep hit on the J and handed it back to
him. When I exhaled, I said, "one can never go wrong with beating off while
stoned." We both chuckled.

The album ended about that time, so I got up and put on another album that
continued the chill mood. I sat back down and accepted the J Billy
proffered after taking a hit. I drew a long and deep inward breath, feeling
the weed make itself known. Couple with the beers, I was really buzzing
now. I handed the J back to Billy. "Where is your favorite place to beat
off while stoned?" I asked with a grin while Billy inhaled. He let his
breath out and said "wherever I happen to be!" Then he laughed raucously. I
joined in the laugh. "That is definitely the right answer," I said as I
finished my hit. There were a couple of tokes left on this J, so I handed
it back to Billy who took another deep one. He handed it back to me and I
finished it up, placing the remains in the ash tray. We both leaned back on
the couch, totally toasted. I looked over at Billy, and his eyes were half
closed as if he was in another dimension.

"Is it time to beat off?" I asked. "We are certainly both stoned." Billy
opened his eyes, almost with a look of shock on his face. He looked over at
me. "Here? Now?" he asked.  "Why not?" I replied. "I don't know about you,
but I'm totally stoned." "Yeah, me, too," he said, "but..." It was an
awkward delay. "Okay," I said after a few seconds of silence. "Sorry to be
so forward. I thought you wanted to and so I was letting you know it was
okay. I must have misinterpreted, though. I apologize." Billy didn't say
anything right away. "I guess I ought to drive you home, or you can walk if
you want to...it isn't that far," I said. That broke Billy's silence. "Um,
you want me to leave?" he asked. "Not at all," I said. "I just thought you
were weirded out by my suggestion that we do what you like to do when you
are stoned."

Billy looked at me. "I'm not weirded out," he said with apparent
honesty. He reached down and groped himself. "I really don't have much
control over my cock when I get stoned. I really do want--and need--to beat
it. I just didn't think you'd be so open to the idea." "Well, I'm pretty
stoned as well," I said. "I actually thought it was a great idea." I looked
directly at Billy and also groped myself. "Because you said you liked to do
it wherever you were, I thought you were suggesting we do it here. If you'd
rather go home and do it, I'm okay with that. But I'm not asking you to
leave."

Billy looked down at me while I groped my cock. His gaze caused my cock to
throb visibly in my jeans. "I've never been in this situation before," he
said as he continued to squeeze his now-obviously-hard cock through his
jeans. "You mean you've never beat off when you were stoned before? I
thought you said you liked to do that..." "No, I mean with another guy,"
Billy said. "All guys beat their meat," I said matter-of-factly. "Doing it
while buzzed just adds an extra dimension of pleasure." I squeezed myself
again, Billy's eyes still glued to my crotch.

"I tell you what," I said. "I'm going to do it. You can join in, or if
you'd prefer, I'll leave the room to finish, then I'll take you home."
Hearing no immediate objection, I reached down and unbuckled my belt. Billy
kept watching. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. In my peripheral vision
I saw Billy continue to grope himself. I lifted my hips off the couch and
slid my jeans down. My white briefs were filled with a throbbing bulge that
became even more obvious as I did so. "Is this okay?" I asked, looking
directly at Billy. "Yeah," he said, his eyes glazed over as he saw my hard
cock encased in tight briefs. "Why don't you join me?" I asked. Billy
immediately unbuckled and unbuttoned his jeans as well, pulling down the
zipper in almost the same motion. I paused while he was doing this. He also
lifted his hips off the couch and slid his jeans down to his ankles. The
crotch of his white briefs was also filled with hard throbbing teen
cock. He looked over at me.

"Let's pull our briefs down together," I suggested. "Okay," he
replied. Again, I lifted my hips off the couch and pulled my briefs all the
way down, my pulsing cock now fully uncovered. Simultaneously, Billy did
the same. We were now sitting next to each other on the couch, fully
stoned, fully boned, and ready for the next step. "That's a really nice
piece you have," I said. "Thanks," Billy replied. "Yours is too." Just that
statement indicated he was looking and apparently turned on by the
situation. I took my hand and lifted my cock off my stomach, pointing it
straight up in the air. Billy watched. "Your turn," I said, and Billy
followed suit. "Nice," I said. "You are really hard." "Yeah," Billy
replied.

"Do you mind if I feel it?" I asked. "I want to feel how hard it is."
Before Billy could respond, I simply reached over and grabbed his cock,
squeezing it and jerking it up and down a couple of times. Billy inhaled
deeply, his stomach tensing as he watched my motion. "Oh, man, you are like
a rock," I said, as I slowly continued to jerk him. Billy's cock was a lot
like mine. It was a good size, I'd say about six and a half inches or so
(17cm). It was thick and, like mine, cut. Billy continued to stare at my
manipulations as his body took in the intense feelings of being stoned,
being horny, being hard, and having someone else jerk him. A bead of precum
formed at the tip of his meat, and I squeezed and jiggled him to allow it
to fully surface. He moaned audibly and his head dropped to the back of the
couch as he closed his eyes.

"Does that feel good?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Yesssss,"
Billy breathed out. "It feels SO good." I continued to slowly stroke him,
looking at his fat cock as it reacted to my hand, and then looking at his
face to gauge his pleasure. Billy's hands were on either side of him,
pushing in to the couch as I fondled him. I reached down and grabbed the
arm closest to me, lifting it up and moving his hand to my crotch. "Feel
mine," I said. "Being stoned has me so hard too." As if compelled, Billy's
hand opened and grasped my cock, squeezing as he did so. He involuntarily
began jerking it up and down just as I was doing to him. "Yeah," I said in
a whisper. That whisper caused Billy to moan again. As he continued to
squeeze and slowly jerk my cock I increased the tempo of my jerking on
his. His body reacted with squirming and his stomach tightened. "Ohhhhhh,"
Billy moaned. "This is why we like to beat off when we are stoned," I said
to him. "Yesssss," Billy replied.

I continued to stroke Billy's hard cock, and it seemed to get even harder
as I did so. Though he was squeezing my cock at the same time, he wasn't as
actively jerking mine, focusing on the intense feelings he had in his
own. His head was still resting on the back of the couch, his eyes mostly
closed. I took my free hand and rubbed his stomach near his crotch, running
my fingers down into his lush pubes. I continued to stroke with my other
hand. He squirmed and moaned some more. I could feel the tension building
up in his stomach and his cock. I ran my other hand down below and hefted
his balls up, gently feeling them as I rubbed his leaking penis. His moans
grew audibly louder and his hand went slack on my still-throbbing cock.

"Oh, man," Billy gasped. "You need to slow down or I'm gonna bust." "That's
the whole purpose of beating off while you are stoned," I said in reply. He
groaned when I said that. He began more actively squirming as I continued
to stroke his cock. For the fleetest of moments, I considered leaning over
and taking him in my mouth as I had done to his brother Danny, knowing how
good it would feel. But Danny and I had been talking about blow jobs. Billy
had hesitated when I first suggested that we follow through with his idea
simply to beat off. I thought it might really freak him out if I sucked
him. So I continued to run my hand up and down as he squirmed, trying my
best to take in all that I could see and enjoying what I was
feeling. "Ohhhh," he said more loudly. His stomach was tighter than
before. His cock was rock rock rock hard.

Billy lifted his head off the back of the couch and looked directly at my
hand stroking his cock. "Cum," he said, as if summoning the final
ecstasy. "Cum," he repeated. It was hard to believe, but his cock got even
harder and his stomach tightened even more. His hips lifted up off the
couch and he belted out a guttural cry. "CUM," he said loudly, and his cock
responded. The first squirt went completely over his head, hitting the wall
behind the couch. The next squirt went his on his chest, almost reaching
his chin. The third and fourth squirts covered his chest and stomach as I
continued to pump his cock. I slowed down as the final orgasmic squirts
oozed out onto his lower stomach, his crotch and my hand. His body
collapsed back into the couch. I continued to gently squeeze his cock as
the lengthy and strong orgasm began to subside. Billy's head was back on
the couch again, his eyes closed once more as he savored the feelings
running through his freshly-cummed body. "Wow," he whispered.

"Let me borrow some of this," I said. Billy opened his eyes and looked at
me. I scooped up some of his still steaming cum from his stomach and
slathered it on my own cock. I knew better than to ask him to jerk mine as
he basked in the post-orgasmic glow. Maybe another time, but I needed
release now. I started to beat my own meat as Billy watched. It only took a
few jerks. Almost following his lead, my hips raised up off the couch as
that ultimate feeling approached. "Here's to beating your meat while you
are stoned," I said out loud, but directed at Billy. My cock erupted. My
first shot went over my shoulder and hit the back of the couch. The next
shots covered my chest and stomach before the final pulses oozed that hot
viscous liquid out the end of my cock. "Wow," Billy said again.

Fortunately, one of the last times I had beat off was on the couch, and I
had left a roll of paper towels under the end table. I reached over and
tore off several sheets, handing them to Billy. He started wiping off his
torso as I tore off several more and wiped myself down. We cleaned off in
relative silence, wiping up the pleasure mess as best we could. "Where
should I put these?" Billy asked, nodding at the paper towels soaked with
his cum. "Just drop them on the floor right there. I'll get them later."
That's what he did. I finished up and dropped mine by my feet. We were now
both sitting there with our jeans and briefs still pulled down, out
recently-beat cocks still puffed up but moving back to normal after a
couple of awesome stoned orgasms.

I reached down first and pulled mine up. Billy followed immediately. As we
finished up and buckled our belts, Billy said "now THAT was a good cum!" He
grinned a shit-eating grin, relaxing into the feeling, all awkwardness
seemingly dissipated. "Yeah," I said. "Nothing feels better than beating
off while stoned." I simply left the statement like that, rather than
mentioning that I was the one who had just beat his meat. "Want to smoke a
bowl before calling it a night?" I asked. "Sure," he replied, still
grinning. I filled a bowl and torched it, we both took a couple of hits,
renewing that sweet feeling that comes from good weed.

"Why don't I give you a ride home," I suggested. "No, I think I want to
walk," Billy replied. "It's only about three blocks and it's still early."
I looked up at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was still before
midnight. A productive evening, and it was still Friday! "Well, you know
where I live," I said to him. "Stop by again and we can share a J." I left
off the masturbation part, but perhaps that was inferred because of what
had just happened. "Really?" Billy said. "You wouldn't mind?" "No, I'd
enjoy it," I said. "Getting stoned is better with a bud." (So is beating
your meat when stoned, I thought at the same time. I'm sure he did as
well.) "You got plans this weekend?" Billy asked. "No, just hanging out," I
answered. "Maybe I'll come by," he said. "Do that."

We both walked to my door, and I opened it as he walked out into the summer
air. "Thanks again, Tom," Billy said. "That was awesome. Thanks for the
weed. And..." His voice trailed off. "Any time," I said, hopefully, with a
smile. Billy walked off, and I closed the door.

I decided I'd take one more hit off the pipe, so sat back on the couch and
lit the remainder of the bowl, taking a deep puff. I sat back on the couch
to revel in the feelings that remained from this unique experience. I
looked over and saw the paper towels that Billy had used to clean himself
off from his copious cum shots. I picked them up and couldn't help
myself. I held them to my nose and took a sniff. Fresh teen cum! The paper
towels were still damp. (It had only been ten minutes or so since he shot
his wad.) It caused my stoned cock to react. Without hesitation, I
unbuckled and unbuttoned and unzipped and pulled my jeans and briefs
down. My cock was already hard again. I sniffed the paper towels fresh with
Billy's cum, as I jerked myself. Yes, beating your meat while stoned is the
best! As my second orgasm approached, I took Billy's paper towels and
wrapped them around the end of my cock. The feeling of his cum on my cock
sent me over the edge, and I had another major orgasm, squirting into the
just-used paper towels and commingling the results of our masturbatory
pleasure.

Two brothers. Two unique experiences. And apparently more to cum! I
stripped down, got into bed and slept like a baby.