Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2020 13:31:12 +0000 From: Dusty Miller Subject: [gay/college] Sausage Party I shared a room in the dorms with Robert in my freshman year at college. We got along great and became friends. That summer, he invited me up to his family's cottage for a weekend bash. I didn't come from a cottage-owning family but apparently the main activity at such places is heavy drinking. The place was full of randy young people, some old enough to drink but mostly not, and we drank and partied all night until people started passing out or slipping away to make out in a car or have sex in the woods. Scotty Melanson passed out early and, after a lot of mockery, was eventually shaken and persuaded to sleep in a bed in a bedroom, instead of slumped over in a chair at the kitchen table. Jenna later threw a big hissy fit when she found him in what was supposedly "her" bedroom and naked to boot. Scotty had stripped off all his clothes but the duvet had fallen off, (or never got pulled on to him). Long story short, he was passed on his back on a bed, stark naked, legs spread. Everyone crowded in for a peek and, this being the era of the smartphone, pictures were taken too. Scotty wasn't bad to look at. With brown hair, blue eyes and good skin, he was neither tall nor short, skinny nor fat, but he had a long, soft, uncut cock on display. He was naturally smooth and his pubes were shaved so the only hair on him was his armpits and on his legs. His thick, strong legs were splayed open so you could see almost everything. Eventually, I took pity on him and covered him up and the crowd lost interest. However, by the time I was ready to go down, there was nowhere else left to sleep except the double bed that Scotty had taken over. It was that or the floor, so I stripped down to my boxer briefs and crawled in with him and passed out cold. I woke up a few hours later, sometime after dawn. At first I was confused as to where I was, but then I remembered. And then I realized that Scotty and I were spooning, and I was the big spoon. Not how I had expected to wake up. I didn't move. I listened to his breathing to see if he was awake or sleeping. He seemed asleep. At this point in my life, I didn't have a lot of sexual experience. Aside from a mutual wank with another boy when I was very young and a failed attempt at fucking a girl when I was 17, (I couldn't stay hard), I had never had real sex. It was obvious to me that I was gay, but I was too intimidated to go after what I wanted. I lay there enjoying the moment. I was hard as a rock and my boner - still covered by my boxers - was pressed against Scotty's butt. Did he have a boner too? I slowly slid my hand down his stomach, and gently grasped his cock, which was soft. I froze to see if there would be a reaction; there was none. Growing braver, I stroked his dick a few times to see if it would chub up, but I guess he was well and truly passed out. It did not swell. I moved my hand back to his chest and went back to sleep. When I woke for the second time, it was still early and there was little noise in the cottage. Scotty and I were still spooning. Nevertheless, I had to piss and so quietly got up and slipped out the back door to let it go off the back porch into the forest. When I re-entered the bedroom, Scotty had got up too and was struggling to put his clothes back on. "How's your hangover?" "Unnnnh. I feel terrible. Where's the bathroom?" He rushed out. I went into the kitchen and made coffee. No one else seemed to be up. Scotty came and I handed him a cup. He made it a triple triple with milk and sugar. I filled him in on how everyone had seen him passed out last night. "Were there pictures?" "Oh yeah, everyone had their phones out." Other people started coming into the kitchen, summoned by the smell of the coffee, and it turned into a busy and noisy spot as people swapped stories and made breakfast. Later that day, a bunch of us were sunning ourselves on the dock after swimming in the lake. When the others got bored and wandered off, Scotty turned to me. "Did you enjoy feeling my dick this morning?" I was speechless. I tried stammering a response but, in my panic, no words came out. "It's cool. I didn't mind. I'm straight but I've had a few BJs from guys before." "You were awake?" I was still flabbergasted. "Yeah. I thought I'd just wait to see what you would do next, but you didn't do anything else." "I was hoping you would get hard." "I was pretty hung over. But if you want to feel it again, we can go down that path in the woods and find a quiet spot." "Um, okay." Nothing was said as I followed him down a narrow track through the forest. After a short walk, he left the path and we went behind a dense screen of cedar trees. Scotty undid the string on his board shorts and dropped them to the ground. He had a semi. "Go on, touch it," he coaxed. I slowly reached out and started stroking his cock. His foreskin was loose and slipped easily back and forth across his head, which fascinated me. I was cut and this was my first in person look at an uncircumcised dick. "I don't have much experience," I warned. "You'll do fine." Scotty pushed down on my shoulders and I sank to my knees in the soft earth. I stroked him until he was fully hard and then I tentatively licked it. It didn't taste or smell bad. I took him in my mouth. I had watched enough porn to have a rough idea of what to do. "Lick my balls, too," he guided me. His scrotum was shaved too, so there was no hair to get caught in my teeth. I'm sure I wasn't very good, but it was good enough to get him off. He warned me before he blew his load, but I let him shoot in my mouth and swallowed what didn't roll down my chin when I gagged a little. "Whew, thanks!" Scotty's eyes shone. I stood up and brushed the dirt off my knees. "Well, get your shorts off. We have to take care of you." I dropped my trunks and my boner popped free. To my surprise, Scotty dropped and started sucking me. It wasn't his first time either. There was no hesitation at all, and he had good technique. I was moaning and shot in his mouth in no time. "I wasn't expecting that," I panted, "I thought you were straight." "Straight but not narrow," he replied with a wink. "I take care of boys who take good care of me." "Well, I'll take care of you whenever you want." "How about another BJ right now?" He sat down on a fallen log with his legs open, waiting.