I went to college in the fall of '69. I attended a large University in the Midwest. For my freshman year, I was required to live in one of the University dorms. Like virtually every other freshman, I had a roommate. His name was Bill. Like me, Bill grew up in Detroit and as a result we had a lot in common. We rooted for the same sports teams, grew up in similar neighborhoods (although I was east side and he was west), and received similar educations and scholarships.
The town that our university was in decided that rather than hassling students about smoking pot, they would decriminalize it, and pretty much ignore it, even to the point where we could smoke on campus and not get arrested, ticketed, stopped, etc. So, like most other students, we experimented with it ... well, maybe a little more than experiment. We would smoke it almost nightly. How we got through the school year without short circuiting our education is still a wonder to me. Oh to be young.
While toking, Bill and I discussed many topics ... Sports, politics, the sciences, travel and of course sex. Being roommates, it was obvious when one of us scored with one of the coeds. We used a signal (a shoelace tied around the doorknob) when one of us had a guest in the room. We went to many of the same parties and didn't mind hoofing it home alone if the other one wanted to party on with one of the young ladies. Neither one of us was a lothario, but we did have our moments. Bill even brought a young lady back to the room one night, after I had already gone to bed for the evening. I later found out that Bill knew that I had woken up shortly after they came in. We never knew if the young lady did, as Bill never dated her again. They fucked in Bill's bed, no more than 10 feet across the dorm room, whispering and stifling their moans. Bill told me that he thought of asking her if I could join in, but he didn't want to scare her off. I assured him that while I would've gladly joined in, that I resolved any uncomfortable feelings that I was having after he left to walk her back to her dorm (for those of you that cannot read between the lines ... I jacked off).
I guess its time to tell you a little more about Bill and me. Bill was 18, sandy brown hair, just under 6 ft tall and about 175 lbs. Like me, he was a starter on his high school baseball team; however, neither of us were talented enough to earn an athletic scholarship. I was 5'10" and usually weighing in at around 165.
One night, while smoking, I told Bill about an encounter I had during my previous summer. I had come across an older woman having sex with a gentleman (who was not her husband). For reasons unknown to me, instead of kicking my ass, they invited me into their bedroom. During this encounter, I had eaten what is commonly referred to as a creampie (although I didn't know that reference at the time). I simply told Bill that I had licked her pussy after the guy came in her, and as a result I swallowed some of his cum. At first, Bill just stared at me, then he told me that I was full of shit ... things like that just don't happen to guys like us.
Bill: "You're making this whole thing up just to mess with me."
Me (Jack): "Why would I admit to eating cum if it didn't happen?"
Bill: "How the fuck would I know? I just know that you're messing with me."
Having exhausted that conversation, and having finished our joint, Bill and I decided to head to bed (our own beds). Both of us slept in our underwear, white briefs. When Bill removed his slacks, I could see that the mixture of pot and my story had had an effect on him. While we often saw each other nude, rarely did we see each other erect; however, we were both 18, and things do happen. I knew that Bill was erect under those tightie whities. I smirked and headed for my covers, hoping that Bill did not realize that now I was getting a bulge in my pants. Lights out and after a few minutes ...
Bill: "What did it taste like?"
Jack: "Her pussy?"
Bill: "No, asshole ... his cum that you ate out of her pussy."
Jack: "I can't really say that it tasted like anything in particular. It wasn't particularly creamy. It wasn't sticky. And I think some of her juices were mixed with it, so I can't even say for sure how much was his. I was just so fuckin' horney, I was willing to do almost anything."
Bill: "Would you have sucked him if he asked?"
I hadn't shared the fact that the guy had cum on my face before I ate her out, and the guy didn't really ask me if he could do that, he just did it. So in all honesty, I was able to answer him with "he never asked ... just go to sleep. We have early classes." Crisis averted ... at least for the time being.
The next night was a Friday, and we went to a party. We got separated at the party and wound up going back to our dorm room at different times. On Saturday, we found no parties, so after eating dinner, we went back to our dorm room to do a little studying (finals were just a couple weeks away). That lasted no more than a couple of hours and we broke out our bong. This was my favorite way to get high. Toking on a joint always seemed to make me mellow. Smoking a bong tended to take me to new heights. One of us put on the Moody Blues (my favorite group) and after a few hits each, Bill broached THE subject again.