Junior year was proving to be the best time of college so far. I was now into my major and taking lots of courses in writing and literature. I had three great roommates and several girls who were friends, and who all got along together. I was soon to find out that it was to be the best year of my life--in terms of erotic experiences. It was also the best year since I met the love of my life.
None of us dated each other. We were good students who wanted to succeed in college so we could do the same in the real world. We found that by hanging out together, we could avoid the tension and pitfalls that many of our classmates seemed to find. We found sexual outlet with people outside our circle or by ourselves with a tried and time-tested form of release in the privacy of our rooms.
I was getting ready for the homecoming football game when Ashley stopped by my room. She was probably my best friend, at least among the girls. We connected on many levels, often finding ourselves talking into the early morning hours. She had recently broken up with a guy she'd been dating since freshman year. Ashley was the exception to our gang getting into serious relationships. She told me she pulled the plug when she felt he was getting too demanding.
She followed me into my room and folded herself down on the floor gracefully that somehow girls seem to master, and that remains a mystery to me and every other guy. She sat cross-legged on the floor and explained why she and her boyfriend broke up.
"He wanted a blow job every morning before class," she told me as I was finishing getting dressed. "I mean I don't mind blow jobs, but this was becoming a bit too much. Don't you think so?"
I was standing in boxers and a long-sleeved tee shirt. Seeing each other in underwear was a barrier we had crossed long ago.
"Ashley, this may come as a surprise, but I've never had a conversation with a girl about how many blow jobs she gives, nor what time of day she gives them."
"Oh, TMI?"
"A bit," I said. She smiled and pulled on her pony tail.
"Do you like morning BJs?"
"Plead the fifth," I said, and turned to look for my jeans before Ashley saw the tent forming in my boxers. Although we weren't in a sexual relationship, that didn't mean I didn't appreciate how pretty she is. And the image of her soft lips wrapped around a guy's cock was having an effect. I pulled on my pants, adjusted my semi-hard cock down along my thigh, zipped up and then added a long Henley shirt. I hoped it was long enough to cover the bulge. As I laced up my Timberlane boots, Ashley continued her story.
"He has a decent cock," she said. "Not the biggest, but it wasn't bad. It wasn't like I hated his cock, it was just that he seemed to be demanding--not asking for--the blow jobs. Made me ask myself if that is what I want in a relationship. I guess the answer is no, because I told him we were through."
"How'd he take it?" I said and wondered how I could rearrange my boner without Ashley noticing.
"Funny, he didn't react all that much. Said maybe it was for the best, we could remain friends, blah, blah, blah. He asked for one last blow job, though."
"Wow, that was nervy."
"Think so? I thought it was only fair."
"So you did it?"
"Of course, and I think it was one of my best. I had him begging me to bring him off. I kept him on the edge like for ten minutes. Kept sucking his balls. Do you like that?"
"Ball sucking?"
"Yeah."
"Actually, never had it done."
"No shit. Gotta try it. At least from what Gordon said. He loved it. So did Arnie, as a matter of fact. Gerald put up with it, but didn't seem as into it as the others."
"How many balls have you sucked?"
"Well, I've had oral with six guys since I came here. And one in high school, so that'd be fourteen, no, make that thirteen. One guy only had one ball."
"And, in the BJs, did you like...uh..."
Ashley laughed. "Swallow?"
I nodded.
"Tell me, Adrian, when you go down on a girl, do you taste her cum?"
"Sure."
"Then why wouldn't I swallow? Some girls make it a big deal that they don't. It's like they're some holy saint or something. I tell them, 'Girl, you have a cock in your mouth. You ain't no saint.'"
I looked at Ashley sitting on the floor. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. When it was loose, it fell to her shoulders. I liked it both ways. She had a light coating of freckles across her nose and spilling onto her cheeks. Blue-eyed and with soft pink skin, she wore minimal make-up, and always looked so fresh, clean and cute. Her body seemed compact on her long frame. She rarely wore anything except jeans and her butt always looked good in them. As I sat across from her, I realized that I never acknowledged how attractive she really is. As I was imagining her naked while inhaling my cock, the real thing inside my pants jumped. I knew we had to leave before I sprung a leak.
"Where're we meeting the others?" I asked.
"We're in the student section, Row 10. Britty is going to try to save some seats. We better haul ass."
The weather was mild, and we sat in the fall sun and cheered for our team. They lost as was expected, but we all had fun. Britty was hosting an after-game pizza and beer party in her suite later that day. Her three roomies had all gone home. They were total science nerds and hated the football homecoming drama.
I went back to the dorm and finished a paper that was due on Monday. We had a suite like Britty, with each of us four guys having a separate bedroom. There was a large common room hosting a sink, microwave and fridge. Plus, we had our own bathroom with a sink and toilet. There was a group shower down the hall. We got along and had agreed to keep the common spaces and bathroom relatively clean.
After I printed my paper, and did a last edit, I stretched out on my bed and figured I'd nap before the party. I thought about Ashley and her blow job stories. I recalled how cute she looked sitting on my floor. I remembered how she grabbed my arm to pull me to her for a kiss when our team scored its only touchdown. Her breast pressed into my bicep. I mostly thought about how I pictured Ashley naked and sucking my cock. I undid my jeans, fished my boner out, and started stroking. I realized I was super horny and had been that way since Ashley's visit.
I pulled my shirts up high, my pants and boxers completely off, and was just at the point of exquisite release when there was a knock at my door, and it opened. I was past the point of no return and started cumming all over my stomach. I looked up to find Aliyah staring at me.
"Not expecting company?" she said. She then smiled and add, "Or where you?" She came in and closed the door. She spotted a box of tissues on my dresser and pulled out a handful. Giving them to me, she sat on my bed.
"Awkward," I said as I dried myself.
"Hey, I've three brothers and dated a bunch of guys. The fact that guys jerk off is not news. Believe me."
"Yeah, but I'm not accustomed to have someone watch me."
"No big deal," she said and covered her mouth. "No, Adrian, not like that. Actually, it's kinda a nice size." She touched my cock in what I could only describe as a friendly and non-sexual way. Though having any girl touch my cock was to me quite sexual. "I like watching a guy jerk off. It's sexy."