I was sitting in my dorm room apartment in my second year of college, when a knock came at the door. I opened up to a guy about my age. He had golden hair, a ten-day beard. Sweater, jeans, boots. Solid.
âHi. Iâm Justin,â he said.
âHi, Justin.â
âIs Jeff here?â
âNo. Heâs not in.â
âOh. Iâm in his Physics class.â Jeff was an engineering major in college. âAre you David?â Justin said.
âYeah, I am.â
âOh. He told me a bit about you.â
âOh, yeah? Whatâd he say?â
âHe said you were a kick-ass guitar player.â
âOh.â I laughed. âNot really.â
âYeah. He said you were the shit.â
âCool.â
Justin smiled. He seemed to fumble a bit over what he wanted to say. âHe, uhâhe said a lot of good things about you.â
âOh, yeah?â I was interested.
âHe said you suck a mean cock.â
âAh.â I said, looking this way and that in the hallway. âDo you want to come in, Justin?â
âYeah. Thanks, man.â
I ushered Justin into the living room. As he walked, I checked out his ass, his back, his legs. His ass was packed into his very tight blue jeans. Very nice.
âYou want a beer? Jeffâs at class âtil four.â I said.
âThanks,â he said. âSo, were you surprised at what I said to you a minute ago?â
I paused for emphasis. âYeah. About my ummâŠtalents? â
âYeah.â
âYeah. I was surprised.â I laughed. âYou said it loud enough!â
âSorry,â said Justin, grinning. âDonât be pissed of at Jeff or anything for telling me. It just came up in conversation.â
I was embarrassed, but feeling great. I liked that Jeff had told this hot guy about us. Jeff was my old friend. We had known each other since we were in elementary school. We had moved into dorms together since we had each chosen to go to the same university. One day, I realized, much to my surprise that I found him unbelievably sexy. I started to long for the time in the morning when he would get out of his bed and go to piss in the morning. I would watch his tight ass in his white cotton briefs as he walked into the bathroom, and, without closing the door, began to pee. I lay there and rubbed my cock as I listened to his piss flowing from his cock. I imagined opening my mouth to his golden stream and tasting his bitter, salty drink on my tongue.
âSo, what else did he tell you about me?â I asked. I began to feel sexy. I began to feel like I could have this man who wanted me. My dick filled up.
âHe said you clean him.â
I couldnât believe this one. This had just
come up
in conversation? I closed my eyes.
âHe said what?â
âYeah. Do you?â
âWhatâd he say?â
âHe said you clean him every day before he gets into the shower, by licking his feet, his armpits, his balls, his cock, and his ass.â
My balls ached. I was flushed red with embarrassment.
What had Jeff done?
âI â I do help him to sometimes â.â I was at a loss.
âDo you do that?â he said.
I sighed, and gave in. âYesss. I do that for Jeff.â My mouth began to water. âIt just started somehow, and now thereâs no way thereâs any stopping it.â
âYou like that boyâs cock,â said Justin.
âI love it,â I breathed heavily. âJustin, do you want to see what Jeff likes me for?â
âI think Iâd love to.â
âDo you want me to suck your cock?â
âYeah, baby. Suck my big cock.â
It would be my second cock. Jeffâs was the first, longed for but unexpected. He fed it to me when he came home one night and walked into the bedroom while I was lying on his bed, rubbing his dirty underwear over my face while jacking off. The first bit of his flesh I ever tasted was his pretty round ball sac. I love Jeffâs balls.
I moved toward Justin, my dick pushing against my jeans, leading me on. I dropped in front of him where he sat on the couch and said, âItâs nice to meet you, Justin.â
With that, I reached for his belt and popped it open. Then his button, then his fly. Justin lifted up as I pulled his jeans down and off his legs. He had on boxers. His dick tented up in his shorts. I ran my hands up the insides of his thighs, pushing his legs apart as I went. I pushed my face directly into his crotch and felt his hard cock hit against my face. I nuzzled it, breathing in his scent through my nostrils. I could smell Justinâs sweat and some strong piss that had dribbled out on one of his visits to the john that day.
As I pushed and rubbed my face all around in his cotton-clad crotch, I began to lift Justinâs legs higher, so that I could get his ass out from under him. As he adjusted himself to give me better access, I moved my nose down toward where I knew his asshole was. I pressed my nose right into the fabric of his boxers, right in his hot rosebud, and inhaled deeply. His hot musky sweaty steamy stinky man-smell filled me up. I ripped down his boxers. His hard cock sprung out as the underwear released it. His balls were a big tight balloon with light wisps of golden brown hair. I threw my mouth on them. My tongue licked his sexy sweaty balls. I let my tongue run up Justinâs rock-hard cock. My mouth was watering, and saliva already drooled from it. I rubbed his cock all over my face. I inhaled his scent, and relished in the taste of his flesh.
I started to become frantic. I lifted Justinâs legs high to expose his asshole. It was dark brown, like chocolate. I buried my nose in it and inhaled, unashamed, yet deeply embarrassed. I kissed his puckered asshole with open wet lips, and then let my tongue lay flat against his hole as I tried to lap up any of his flavor that I could. I kissed his asshole like it was a mouth, passionately thrusting my tongue in and around. Then from the small of his back where his ass began, I licked forward, down his asscrack, over his hot hole, up the soft flesh that lead to his balls, over his luscious nuts and up his hot hard cock.
When I came to the head I thrust my face downward and took Justinâs whole cock into me. Its mushroom head slammed into the back of my throat as I pushed downward and felt his cock slide into my throat. My nose was crammed against his pubic hairs and I began to choke. I came up for air, taking Justinâs hands and putting them firmly on my head. I took a deep breath and opened up to take this boyâs huge pole for the second time. I held his hands to my head as I shoved my face down on his cock, letting him know he should keep me there. As soon as my nose crashed into his pubes, his cockhead popped into my throat and settled deep. My body tried to expel the intruder and I erupted in a violent gagging cough which forced saliva and mucus out of my mouth and nose. My eyes began to flood with tears. I was impaled. I could not breath. He held me there.
I tapped his hands, and he let me up. I breathed, and then forced myself all the way down on his cock, then up again, then back down, until Justin got my message. He then took my head and began slamming it down on his rock-hard monster. Each time his cockhead rammed into the back of my throat, then down, and in. He skull fucked me while I gasped for any air I could, while I coughed up thick, clear, puky mucus from deep in my throat.