Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2012 15:13:09 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 3 College m/m jo oral This story is completely fiction; it is the story of a college student and his sexual pleasures and adventures. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. TO MY READERS: If you've written me and haven't gotten a response, it's because I didn't receive your email. Somebody's been messing with my email, and I've cancelled former addresses. I WILL answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please use this new address: the.back.door@hotmail.com I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 3 My roomie, Chris, asked me if I'd met another gay on campus. I had just finished sucking his cock and watching his huge cumshot that made a nice long line down his chest. "You kidding?! There aren't any other gays in this place! But thanks to the straight boy for thinking about my welfare," I grinned. I had just finished a nice cum myself, and we were lying on our own beds, recovering. "There have to be." he said. "Statistically, I mean. Don't they say one of ten...?" "Not sure that applies to conservative religious colleges, " I replied. "If there are any, they are so deep in the closet I'd never find them." I was about to prove myself wrong. I was working part-time in the college library, assigned to various menial tasks. Another freshman, Frank, and I crossed paths now and then, but I never got to know him; he was a "townie," and so he was on campus only when working or in a class. By chance, we got assigned to the same place one day. The library was being renovated, and the reserve section was moved to an upper floor room. He and I (and some others!) hauled everything up there over a weekend, and then we were assigned to monitor the room and find books when they were requested. It wasn't a hard job - not a lot of people used the reserved books that early in the semester. So we had a lot of free time to chat and get to know each other. Frank was a nice, ordinary-looking guy; he was shorter than me (I'm 5'11") and on the slender side. He had a great smile. He liked to hear campus gossip; he never heard a lot of it, since he lived off campus. One day he brought up something I'd heard about in some class or in the dorm or somewhere. It was a sex questionnaire some dude had made up - just for entertainment, I guess. "You ever seen it?" Frank asked. "Nope. Just heard about it." "I heard it's pretty specific," he grinned. "You know, like, 'Have you ever sucked pussy after you came in it?'" "Mmm." I tried to sound interested, but not too much. Of course, the pussy questions would have been of no interest to me. "I heard one of the questions is 'Have you ever jacked off with a guy?'" "Sounds a little high schoolish to me," I said. "Yeah, I guess," Frank said. He paused a minute, then looked at the door to make sure no one was entering the room. "I bet a lot of the guys answering the questionnaire lied about it." He grinned. "If you answered a questionnaire like that, would you tell the truth?" "Hmm... I suppose, depending on the question, I guess." "Like that question about jacking off with a guy. Would you answer that honestly?" I didn't quite know how to respond to that. "Um... So, are you asking?" I said, trying to keep it light. "Yeah, okay," Frank said. "I'll ask it. Have you ever jacked off with a guy? Honestly, now." I wasn't going to admit that I'd done a lot more than that, starting in the seventh grade! "Well..." I tried to sound reluctant, but honest. "Yeah, I did, actually." "So...?" Frank wasn't going to let me stop there. So I decided to wing it and be creative. "Well, this friend and I double-dated these girls one night. He said they'd put out. We went to a movie and then drove around in my car a little; he intended us to wind up at an overlook outside of town so we could make out and, maybe, get lucky." Frank was listening to my tall tale and believing every word. "He was coming on to the girl he had in the back seat, and I could get a glance every now and then. I guess he went too far or too fast or something. Next thing I know I hear her say, 'Stop that!' He told her we just wanted to have a little fun and thought maybe she'd enjoy it. Well, that made her mad, and she insisted that I take her and her girlfriend home. They were having a sleepover or something. They wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, so I did. When they got out of the car, my buddy got into the front seat with me, cussing up a storm. He called them cockteasers and more. He finally said he was so fucking horny he just had to jack off. He said we should go on to the overlook and take care of ourselves." "And?" Frank asked when I paused. "Well, yeah, we did. We got out of the car to take a piss and just started jerking our dicks. Well, um... he reached over to grab mine and started pumping away, so I thought, 'What the fuck.' I mean, I was horny too, and my dick was as frustrated as his. So... we did." "You mean... he jacked you off? And you did him?" Frank apparently wanted to make sure he got it right. "Yeah," I said, trying to be very casual about my imaginary jack off session. "We both had a great cum, too." I grinned. Frank took a minute to digest my "true-life" experience. "So," I said; "what about you?" Another grin. Just two guys exchanging stories, nothing wrong with that. "Answer the question. Honestly." Frank swallowed. "Well, yeah. In high school." Like that was so long ago. Five months, maybe?" "Sort of like you. A friend, I mean. He was at my place one day... We got horny, and he said 'Let's jack off..." He checked the door again. "So, we did." Hm. Lots of details there, my friend. Was his story as false as mine? There was no reason for it to be. He could have said, "Fuck no, I'm no queer!" Hmmm. I was getting some vibes here, but I wasn't sure I could trust my always-horny exclusively-gay id. "Just talking about it..." I said, hesitating. No rush here. I casually reached down and readjusted my dick -- which wasn't at all hard; I was too nervous. I knew he could see what I was doing. "Just talking about it makes me hard." And damn if he didn't do the same thing! "So," I said, still keeping it light; "Is this where I say "You show me yours and I'll show you mine'?" I grinned. "No!" He didn't hesitate. It was definite negative. Only it sounded like there was more to it. He glanced at the door again. Like, maybe he would have said something else if we'd been in another place? In for a penny, in for a pound. And all that crap. "You're not out, are you?" I asked. "No, I'm not out..." Frank glanced at me and then looked down. His face actually flushed when he realized he'd just admitted that he was gay. And I hadn't asked that question at all. "It's okay," I said quietly. "I'm gay, too." He looked up at me. "Is that honest?" "Yeah, Frank," I said. "I've known it since seventh grade." "Me, too," he said. "No, not seventh grade. I mean... I mean I had to finally admit it..." "Your folks know?" I asked. "Shit, no! You know who my dad is?" "No." Frank swallowed again. "He's on the fucking Board of Trustees of this fucking place! And that's the only reason why I'm here. And he'd kill me if he found out. Your folks?" "Nope. Just a few friends." I wasn't about to let him in on my adventures in the dorm. Yet. "I had a friend..." he started. He looked away from me and then looked back. He was about to say something important. "Yeah, I had a gay friend in high school. But he went out to California to college -- where I wanted to go..." "So it's been a while..." I said. He sighed. "Yeah." He grinned a sorry grin. "All I've got now is my right hand." "Or my right hand," I said quietly. Frank swallowed again. "You want... You want to come over to my place sometime?" "That would be great," I smiled my sexy smile. "I don't have classes tomorrow afternoon." He was speaking fast, like he wanted to get it all out before he changed him mind. "There's nobody home until six or after. You want..." "Sure," I said. I had an afternoon class the next day, but that wasn't going to keep me from getting a little. He gave me his address -- it wasn't too far from campus -- and then gave me a nervous smile. He was pretty quiet for what remained of our shift, and I was worried that he might change him mind. After all, he hardly knew me. But he knew what he needed to know. He knew that I love cock. The next afternoon I knocked on the front door. I won't say I wasn't nervous, because I was. But he opened the door almost immediately. He gave me a nervous grin. But he had dressed for the occasion. He was wearing a t-shirt and tight shorts. He was obviously hard. Hell, so was I. The house was pretty large and a lot more impressive than the place I came from. I followed him up the wide carpeted stairs and down a long hall, watching his buns bounce around in those shorts. We went into his room. I'd expected some nervousness on his part, maybe a little hesitation or caution. But he turned around and slid his arms around me. I pulled him close -- close enough that I could feel his hard cock against me. And I'm sure he felt mine against him. I realized this guy was very kissable. Our lips met slowly and moved against each other gently, enjoying the softness. And then I licked his lips with my tongue, and his tongue immediately met mine for a very deep, very passionate kiss. His hands pulled me tighter against him, and our dicks ground against each other. His mouth was so wet I licked at the moisture, and his tongue followed mine, licking and twisting and pushing. We pulled apart for a minute. "It's been too long," he whispered. "Me, too," I said. I wasn't going to tell him I'd just sucked my roomie off that morning. I put my hand at the back of his head and pulled him to me again. His lips were hot this time, and his tongue entered my mouth immediately. I moved my fingers through his dark curly hair as our tongues tasted everything. We pulled part, and he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He was slender and smooth, but his chest was well-formed, with small dark nipples. He reached over and unbuttoned my shirt. When he opened it, he ran his hands over my chest, his palms running across my nipples. I reached down to unzip my pants and let them drop to the floor. While he was still massaging my nipples, I reached over and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. When I pulled them down, I discovered he wasn't wearing anything else. "You ARE ready," I murmured. His cock was about the length of mine -- 7" -- but not quite as thick. His cockhead was a deep red, almost purple. It was so hard I could see it throbbing. I stepped out of my pants and shoes, dropped my shirt off my shoulders, and let him pull my boxers down. His face was close enough that my dick almost brushed against his cheek as he pulled them off. We took a minute to look at each other, and then we resumed the kiss we'd left off. This time it was skin to skin from the lips all the way down to the thighs. His skin was warm and smooth; I caressed his back while my tongue continued its exploration. He pressed his groin tighter against me, and our cocks moved against each other. He pulled back a bit and began to kiss my shoulder, then my chest, then he sucked on a nipple. His hand moved down to grasp my hard cock, and I could hear a sigh when he closesd his hand around it and discovered the moisure that had leaked out of my cockhead and down onto my shaft. He worked my dick slowly as he sucked my nipple. He obviously knew what he was doing. But I wanted to slow him down a little. "Can we move to the bed?" I asked quietly. He smiled and held onto my cock as he led me over to the bed. We kissed a moment, then we fell onto the soft cover. He kissed the middle of my chest and licked down to my very light happy trail. I was on my back and opened my legs to let him go where ever he wanted. Though I had sucked several dicks in the dorm, I hadn't been sucked myself since I left home. I could feel his lips moving through my pubes and his hands caressing my thighs. My dick hit his chin or his cheek as he moved a little lower. For a moment there was no touch down there at all, and then I felt a hot wetness surround my cockhead. I actually gasped as he began to suck slowly. It had, indeed, been a long time since my dick had known such pleasure. I could feel his tongue moving against my cockhead. Sooooo nice. He pulled away enough to hold my cock in one hand while he licked at the shaft. Up and down, around the sides. I could feel fingers against my balls. Ooooo fuck, this guy was a great cocksucker. When he returned my cock to his mouth, I began to gently fuck against his tongue. He sucked lightly as he moved my cock further into his mouth. I could feel my cockhead pass against his cheek, the top of his tongue. And then. Ooo fuck. The opening of his throat. But he pulled away to adjust himself a little, moving a bit down the bed until he had to stretch his neck to get at my cock. Damn. I knew where this was going. He took my cock into his mouth again and slowly pressed his face up as he took more and more. When I felt the opening of his throat, I could feel him swallow. He pressed himself upward again, and his throat opened, my sensitive cockhead moving past the tight opening into the tighter throat. I moved my hips up to give him every bit of my cock. And then I slowly fucked down into the tight, hot tube that had captured my dick. I groaned as the hot chills ran up from my cock to my groin and to my belly. I needed more of this! I pulled away and got up on my knees, moving so that my knees were on both sides of his head. His mouth was waiting between my thighs, and I lowered my wet cock into his mouth again. I could see the moisture glisten as my shaft slowly disappeared. He couldn't move his head up and down very well in that position, so I did the fucking. Groaning as my cock slid up and out of his throat and then down back into it, I knew my balls were tight against his forehead and my pubes against his face. So close... In and out... I knew I couldn't last long like this. But I couldn't give up that tight sleeve into which I was fucking my cock. Finally, I pulled slowly out of him. He moved up beside me for another deep, wet kiss, and I could taste my cock in his mouth. My hand moved down toward his dick; my fingers played a bit in the dark, curly hair above it. Then I slowly slid the palm of my hand across his cockhead and down his shaft. He groaned into my mouth as I gently squeezed his cock. It was hot, throbbing. My thumb found the precum on his cockhead and rolled it over and over. "Oooooo fuck," he groaned into my mouth. I pressed him backward on the bed and licked from his lips to his ear, flicking the tip of my tongue into it. As we moved, my hand never left his dick. I licked over to a shoulder and then moved my tongue down toward his underarm. He sighed and moved his arm to let my tongue fuck him there a bit. He was hot there, moist from a little sweat. I could taste and smell his maleness. Then I licked back to a nipple, circling it with the tip of my tongue. I flattened my tongue and raked it across his nipple, and he gave a deep sigh. I let my teeth slide gently and carefully over that little nub of flesh that had raised up from it. Then I sucked. And all the time I was stroking his dick, very slowly. Now and then I'd let my thumb flick across the tip of his cockhead. I could feel more precum, as though his cock were begging for more than just a massage. I slid my fingers down to his balls as my lips kissed their way down his belly. I rolled his balls gently as my lips played through his curly pubes. Then I opened my mouth just enough to suck at the base of his dick. Keeping my mouth open, I slid it up his shaft, my tongue wetting it even more. I sucked the shaft just below the underside of his cockhead. His sounds were growning more intense now. His breathing was deeper. I licked from the tip of his cockhead all the way down to his ballsac. My tongue moved those sweet globes around, back and forth. As I carefully moved one of them into my mouth, my hand moved down under his balls to his crack. I sucked that ball, my tongue washing it in my mouth. My finger slid into his crack and slowly moved up into that dark crevass. The tip of my finger found his hole, and I massaged it, around and around, as I washed the ball in my mouth. I let that one fall out and took in the other, my finger never leaving his tight pucker. He was groaning now, as though he were in deep pain, but I knew what he was feeling. Been there myself. But I needed to really taste that cock. With my finger still massaging his pucker, I let his ball drop out of my mouth and licked up the center of his ballsac to the base of his cock. I sucked at that sensitive place a bit, then I licked quickly up his shaft, circled his cockhead with my lips, and took it into my mouth. I tasted the sweetness of his precum, and my tongue spread it all around. I circled my tongue around the base of his cockhead, then locked my lips there as my tongue began to move more rapidly around the head. I flicked my tongue against his peelips, then I sucked him slowly in deeper. I moved down just a bit at a time, and my finger pressed gently against his pucker with the same rhythm. Down a little more, pressing the hole a little more. Down a little more... There was a hum in the air. It was the song of a guy being pleasured. I slowly fucked my face on his cock, inhaling his scent and tasting his manhood. I began to move a little faster as his cock throbbed against my cheeks. I slowly pulled my finger away from his hole and spread my fingers around his balls, squeezing gently. "Ummmm... ummmm... ooooooo... oooooo..." His sounds -- almost grunts now -- indicated his cum was getting closer. But I wanted something special from Frank, from this guy who was so horny he'd invited me into his own home, his own bed. I could feel his hands at the back of my head, encouraging me as I rode his dick up and down. I pulled away, and his dick was right in my face. So hot I could feel the heat on my cheek. So wet it glistened in the light. I could almost hear it throb! "I want to watch you cum," I whispered to him. "I want to see these little lips open. I want to see that hot cream shooting out. And I want some of it on me, my tongue, my face." "OOooo yeaaa..." he moaned. My hand was around his shaft, and I began to pump him faster. "Ooooofuck oooofuck yeaaaa..." His voice was deep, then high, almost a whimper. He was close. I watched that tiny hole. I love cumshots. I love watching the flood shoot out. There is nothing like cum -- nothing close to it. The hot essence of a guy, the treat only some guys know and others never know. I wanted to taste him, but I also wanted his cum on my face. I stroked faster as I felt his cock harden even more. His cockhead was so red it looked like a balloon ready to burst. I could actually see those tiny lips pulse as they prepared to open when the dam inside him burst. And then it did. "Aaaaagggg..." he gasped. His first shot landded right when I'd hoped it would -- on my flattened and waiting tongue. The heat from his jizz was intense; it almost felt like it was burning my tongue. But I had hardly a moment to think of that. His second shot streamed above my lips, above my nose, and I felt a long string of cum land on my face. I could feel that my cheek was virtually covered with it. "Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaa..." Frank yelled. My eyes were fastened on those little lips as they opened again, making a perfect circle, allowing another shot out. I could see it flash across my face and felt it land on my forehead. I pumped for more. "fuckfuckfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..." He sounded now like a whimpering baby -- if a baby could know such language. Another shot, and then another. The first was so strong it must have gone over my head, but the second landed across my nose. This guy could really shoot! Beautiful! After another, weaker shot, his cum began to slowly ooze from his cock, and I held it over my tongue. When it stopped I licked the cockhead, then sucked for the last drop. I could feel his cum sliding down my forehead to the side of my face, from my nose onto my cheek. He'd covered me with his manjuice. It was fantastic. I pulled a little more cum out with my suction, then I licked his cockhead and his shaft to clean him up. "Ofuck... yesss... uuhhhh..." The sounds of a very satisfied guy. I sat up on my haunches as he pulled himself up on the bed, raising up so his legs were still open on either side of me and holding himself up with his arms. "O god fuck yes oooo... Oooo yessss... God, Jerry. You're covered with my cum!" He sat up straighter and pulled my face toward him; he began to lick at the cum on my cheek, moving it onto my lips and into my mouth. Our tongues met for a deep kiss, then he withdrew to lick my belly. There must have been a small lake there! My cock lurched when it brushed against his chest. When his tongue moved back to my mouth, I could see a long strand of cum slowly falling from his tongue to my waiting mouth. The warm, white cream moved slowly from his mouth to mine, and then he followed it down for another deep kiss. I could taste him and his cum as we kissed. He wiped the rest of his cum from my forehead and the side of my face with a finger and let me see the quantity of it, then he inserted his finger into his mouth and sucked. He let me finish what was left. We fell back on the bed, side by side, exhausted. We were quiet for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of great sex, and then he turned his face to me and kissed me on the cheek. "You haven't cum yet," he said. And his hand found my cock, hard and waiting. He pumped. "Shoot high for me," he whispered hoarsely. "Make a fountain of jizz for me." I guess Frank liked cumshots, too. I couldn't help but move my hips so I could fuck my cock in his fist. He was right. I needed to cum badly. I could feel my balls draw up. I could feel that twisting tightness inside. I was panting as I breathed rapidly. My entire body was controlled by my cock, and my cock was controlled by the guy I had just pleasured. I was sweating with need. "Gonna... gonna c..c..cum," I whispered. And with a loud moan, I did. I kept my eyes open, because I wanted to see this cumshot, too -- my own. My mouth was wide as I made a choking sound. There was a little drop of cum at the tip of my cock, and then it burst out! My cum shot almost straight up -- must have been three feet -- and before it landed on his arm there was another one, about as strong. I was shuddering inside as he continued to stroke the fountain. Another shot. On my belly. Another in my pubes. "Agggg..." Another strong shot, and then a weaker one. I felt my dick throbbing in his hand as the rest of it began to ooze out. I had to lay my head back on the bed, then; I was too weak to hold it up where I could see. I groaned as I felt him begin to lick my cock and clean me off. He licked around my shaft and through my pubes. He licked my belly, which was rising and falling rapidly with my deep breaths. He held his arm up where I could see it and licked that cum off, too. I couldn't speak. I felt so weak, I thought I'd never speak again. It had been the most intense cum I'd had in a very long time. He lay down next to me. I could feel his shoulder against mine, his thigh against mine, his hip against mine. And my dick was still hot from the workout his hand had given me. We lay still for a while. I turned my face to him, and we moved so we could kiss again. I loved kissing, and I had missed it even though I was getting cock in the dorm. We tasted each other, our hands moving lightly over whatever skin we could reach. Then I lay my head back. "O god, Frank, that was great!" "You're a fantastic cocksucker," he said, and he rolled over a bit so his face lay on my chest. "I don't think I've ever cum like that... And to see it on your face... Damn that was hot." We were quiet for a bit, his fingers lightly playing across my belly and mine stroking his soft, curly hair. "You... You'll come back, won't you?" he asked quietly. Now how do you think I answered that question? Honestly!