After our first night of playing around, Stephen avoided me the next morning, sneaking off to class while I was in the shower room. So, when I saw him later between classes, I smiled and waved as always, acting as if nothing had happened. When I returned to the dorm room, about three in the afternoon, I stripped down and laid on the bed to nap. I woke up around five when Stephen came in.
"Man! You do like to be naked don't you?" He exclaimed, turning quickly to his bed.
"Well, it's a hundred degrees outside, and besides you told me I could be naked any time," I quickly reminded him.
He sat his books down, sat on the side of his bed and said, "I can't believe what happened last night, I've always wondered what stuff with a guy would be like, I just never really thought I'd try anything."
"Well, really, not that much happened," I smiled at him, "but a lot more can happen, if you want to."
He was blushing, "I don't know, I mean, I don't think I can do it."
"Okay," I knew I had to take it slow, "no problem. Just so you know though, I think you have a great dick and I wouldn't mind playing with it again at any time." I then rolled over onto my stomach, mainly to hide my hardening cock.
He didn't say anything for several minutes, then I heard him moving around. As I turned over and looked at him, he was dropping his boxers to the floor. His cock was fully erect and I could clearly see it in the afternoon light bathing the room. It was very thick, and I was sure only about four or five inches long at the most. The small tuft of hair above his cock was a very light red. His balls were hanging just below and I could see that they were hairless and looked heavy. The tip of his cock was glistening, with just a drop of precum smeared around the head.
"Changing clothes," I teased.
"No, I thought you might want teach me a few more things, if you want to." His voice was almost a whisper.
I rolled over and sat up, my cock now fully erect, "Sure, come over here."
He walked towards me, his cock bobbing up and down, a nervous grin on his face. I thought about what we should do first. I decided it should go slowly.
As he reached my bed, I looked up from his cock and then patted the bed next to me. He sat down, I took his right hand and placed it on my cock. He slowly wrapped his hand around it and squeezed it lightly. Then he let out a soft moan.
"See, it doesn't bite," I said, "now slowly move your hand up and down."
As he started his stroking of my cock, I reach over and grabbed his fat cock and copied his motions. Another moan escaped his mouth.
"That's it, nice and slow, just like that," I instructed. His hand was applying just the right amount of pressure, slowly sliding up and down my cock. "Good, very good, do you like it?"
He nodded, "Oh yea, your cock feels awesome! I can feel every ridge and ripple," his voice was shakey, "it's so hot and hard, it's awesome!"
"Are you ready for you next lesson?" I asked.
"Sure, what do you want me to do next?" he said, letting go of my cock as I released his.
I moved up onto my bed and spread my legs slightly, motioning for him to get on the bed. He must have known where this was heading, he knelt between my legs, his breathe short and shallow.
"Now, just lean down and lick the tip," said, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock.