CurtisMacD
JUB Addict
Each time I saw Nick naked in our college dormitory showers I had to count backwards from one thousand to fight-off a give-away hard-on. His face was midway in its metamorphosis from boyish cute to heartthrob handsome. He had longish, rather than long, dark brown hair, and an athletic build with broad shoulders, muscular arms and a washboard stomach that would be known as a prime six-pack today. His well-defined upper torso was smooth and hairless, but a dense forest of curly pubic hair added to the lure of his flawlessly cut cock the same way his thick, bushy eyebrows brought out the lure of his mesmeric, charcoal eyes.
As hard as I tried I couldn’t keep my eyes off Nick’s tempting tool in the showers, and each time we were in the showers together I could feel my lustful eyes give away what my soft dick didn’t. Nick ignored me if there were others in the showers with us, but when it was just the two of us I could feel him watch me watch him as he soaped his dick slowly and sensually, and far longer than necessary for mere cleanliness. He claimed to be straight, but it seemed as if he was performing a seductive show.
As he soaped his succulent soft shaft, he would stretch it, teasing me with its growth potential, extending it toward me as if he knew I wanted to taste every inch of his rock hard man meat. With his fantastic looks, I doubted that I was the first gay guy to show interest in his pussy-fucking dick, and from his performance in the showers, I thought I would probably not the first gay guy to taste it, that is, if I ever got the chance.
As a straight friend who had figured out my scene explained to me shortly before I blew him, some straight horny dicks, like his, don’t care if they’re in a guy’s mouth or a girl’s mouth. They just want to experience that erotic feeling until they come.
Was it the same with Nick horny dick? I wondered if I would ever find out. Then fate intervened.
Our families lived a few miles apart and we often made the trip between our homes and college in Nick’s car, usually with a couple of other guys, however as fate would have it, when we drove home for Christmas break during our junior year only the two of us were in the car. The snow was just starting and didn’t seem like it would create a problem when we left campus, but by the time we were about halfway home it changed into a blinding blizzard causing the New York State Thruway to be closed.
We were lucky to be by an exit when the road was closed, so unlike those motorists who were stuck in their frigid cars overnight, we were able to pull off the thruway and find the last available room in a nearby motel.
Nick didn’t react one way or the other when the clerk said the room had only one bed that we would have to share. I tried not to react as well, but I’ve got to admit I felt an immediate tingle in my dick at the thought of spending the night in the same bed as Nick.
It was about six at night when we checked in. The clerk told us the motel’s restaurant would stay open until eight if we wanted something to eat. After calling our parents to tell them we wouldn’t make it home until sometime the next day, we sat at the restaurant’s bar and ordered burgers and beers. We were both only twenty at the time, but this was before New York raised its legal drinking age from eighteen to twenty-one, and before fear of disease made it prudent to practice safe sex.
And sex was certainly on both of our minds when we got back to our room that night. Nick was the first to bring the subject up. Seemingly out of the blue, Nick confessed that he jerked-off for the first time on his twelfth birthday. He said he walked in unexpectedly on his older brother and caught him in the act. His brother asked if he had tried it yet, and when he said no, his brother told him he was in for a treat.
“I’m not sure it was really entirely cum that I shot that first time, but whatever it was, it felt fucking great and started a two to three times a day habit,” Nick said before adding, “and sometimes more.”
I confessed that I was about a year older when I started jerking-off and that I had the same habit.
Nick said he recently did the math. “If I averaged around three times a day since my twelfth birthday and turned twenty four months ago, I figured I’ve come nearly seven thousand times and I’m still looking forward to the next time.”
“I hadn’t thought about it,” I said, “but that is an interesting statistic.”
“I doubt I’ll ever get tired of coming,” Nick said, “but luckily, now it’s not always my own hand that makes me come.”
“I can relate to that.”
“The first time a girl jerked me off, I was amazed at how much better her hand felt than mine. And the first time one blew me; it blew my mind as well, even though she wouldn’t let me come in her mouth like I wanted to. I had to wait another three or four months for that. I love it when the girl swallows, don’t you?”
“I can relate to that too,” I said as I imagined swallowing his hot, creamy load.
“I mean I love to fuck,” Nick said, “but I also love it when a girl really gets into sucking my cock. My favorite thing is to let her suck me all the way off, and then play with her pussy, finger-fucking her while I get hard again and ready to give her a really long fuck.”
“It works for me,” I said, although, needless to say, I was once again thinking about sucking him off before he started finger-fucking my willing asshole.
“Talking like this is making me horny as fucking hell,” Nick said.
“How horny is that?” I asked.
Nick hesitated a moment before speaking. “Horny enough to find out how a guy’s blow job compares to a girl’s blow job, that is if I am right about you, and you want to suck my cock.”
“It works for me,” I said, “but if you’re into it, I’m horny enough to find out how a straight guy fucks a gay ass.”
“Interesting concept, but first things first,” Nick said as he started to unbutton his shirt.
“Let me do that,” I said, stopping him.
I unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and slipped it off. He sat on the bed and I knelt in front of him as I took off his shoes and socks. I rubbed his dick through his tight denim jeans and found it well on its way to a full erection. The same was true for my dick.
I unbuckled his belt and undid the waist of his jeans. I got a good feel of his cock as I unzipped his fly. I pulled his jeans off and let them rest on the floor as I admired the unmistakable silhouette of his now rock hard cock in the crotch of his white cotton briefs.
I gave his cock a series of playful bites through his white cotton briefs before pulling them down just far enough to uncover the head of his dick. I gave butterfly licks to its super sensitive underside and he responded with a series of appreciative pleasure moans.
I pulled his briefs down further and tucked their elastic waistband under his tight burly balls. His longing to be sucked shaft pointed high into the air. At least eight and a half inches in length and thick in circumference, it surpassed the growth potential he had suggested as he teasingly stretched it in the showers.
I began to simultaneously suck and stroke his stiff shaft and he responded with another litany of pleasure moans before saying, “From the first time you checked me out in the showers, I knew you’d give great head.”
I don’t mean to pat myself on the back, but I’ve got to admit I do, probably because I enjoy giving head as much as getting it. I love to savor the taste of a guy’s cock as I bring him slowly to that fantastic moment when my mouth has him so aroused that he can hold back no longer and I share in his orgasmic delight as I happily drain every drop of his rapidly erupting joy-juice.
But I was not anxious to get there and neither was Nick. I loved sucking his cock and I could tell from the squint in his eyes and his continuous pleasure moans that he loved the way I was sucking it, varying my mouth strokes from teasing to moderate to enthusiastic; getting him close and that letting him cool down a bit, occasionally moving my mouth to his cum-building balls, putting off that ultimate explosion until we both wanted it so badly that we had to let it flow.
“See if you can deep throat it,” Nick said, spurring me on in what sounded like something between a command and a plea. Like I already mentioned, his dick was long and thick but my mouth was only too glad to try. I gagged the first couple of times his thick head reached my throat, but I finally managed to relax and let it pass into my throat. I held his entire shaft in captivity as long as I could and he responded with more appreciative pleasure moans.
I worked my way up and down that lengthy shaft again. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” he said, “oh super fuck.”
I deep-throated him a few more times leaving his entire shaft soaked in saliva. I wrapped both of my hands around his slippery shaft and slowly moved them up and down his horny pole with just the right intensity to simulate the feel to a straight guy of wet pussy massaging his appreciative cock.
I could tell my simulated hand fuck was getting him close to close and I didn’t want to waste a drop of his manly joy-juice. I began sucking him again, slowly at first and then gradually increasing in intensity. I could hear his moans build in volume, see by the squint in his eyes expand, and feel the overall tightening of his body indicating he was ready to reach his climax.
I too was ready to take what I knew would be a massive load as I sucked him and jerked-him off simultaneously. His ultimate explosion was as monumental as I had hoped. His dick was like a volcano with an unstoppable eruption of tasty cum squirting into my receptive mouth as his entire body contorted in erotic delight. I’m not sure exactly how long his orgasm lasted, as I was lost in a euphoric daze as he shot and shot and shot.
When his explosion had ended, still savoring his flavorful cum, I collapsed on my back on the floor, my own hard-on pressing tightly against the crotch of my jeans, almost ready to explode on its own. Nick surprised me by getting down on the floor and removing my jeans and briefs and sliding his mouth down my horny pole. Unfortunately, I was so hot from the blow job I had just given him that it didn’t take me long to come, but when I came, I came with equal intensity and he took my load with the same gusto with which I had taken his.
After a few minutes of recovery, he undressed me the rest of the way and we moved to the bed. He parted my asshole and spit into it before working the slippery saliva well into my longing hole with a playful and arousing finger-fuck. His finger-fuck felt great as he massaged my asshole, but it was nothing compared to what followed. His dick thrilled my ass as he gave me one of the longest and best fucks of my life. I found myself getting a little jealous, knowing the dick thrilling my ass would soon go back to fucking pussy.
But it was a tremendous fuck and one of the few times I came while being fucked without the aid of my own or my partner’s hand. I came at the same moment as I felt him quiver and quake as he came in my throbbing ass. Once again, we shot and shot and shot.
The next morning, we blew each other and fucked again, this time in our motel room’s shower and I wondered what would happen the next time we found ourselves alone in our dormitory showers.
As hard as I tried I couldn’t keep my eyes off Nick’s tempting tool in the showers, and each time we were in the showers together I could feel my lustful eyes give away what my soft dick didn’t. Nick ignored me if there were others in the showers with us, but when it was just the two of us I could feel him watch me watch him as he soaped his dick slowly and sensually, and far longer than necessary for mere cleanliness. He claimed to be straight, but it seemed as if he was performing a seductive show.
As he soaped his succulent soft shaft, he would stretch it, teasing me with its growth potential, extending it toward me as if he knew I wanted to taste every inch of his rock hard man meat. With his fantastic looks, I doubted that I was the first gay guy to show interest in his pussy-fucking dick, and from his performance in the showers, I thought I would probably not the first gay guy to taste it, that is, if I ever got the chance.
As a straight friend who had figured out my scene explained to me shortly before I blew him, some straight horny dicks, like his, don’t care if they’re in a guy’s mouth or a girl’s mouth. They just want to experience that erotic feeling until they come.
Was it the same with Nick horny dick? I wondered if I would ever find out. Then fate intervened.
Our families lived a few miles apart and we often made the trip between our homes and college in Nick’s car, usually with a couple of other guys, however as fate would have it, when we drove home for Christmas break during our junior year only the two of us were in the car. The snow was just starting and didn’t seem like it would create a problem when we left campus, but by the time we were about halfway home it changed into a blinding blizzard causing the New York State Thruway to be closed.
We were lucky to be by an exit when the road was closed, so unlike those motorists who were stuck in their frigid cars overnight, we were able to pull off the thruway and find the last available room in a nearby motel.
Nick didn’t react one way or the other when the clerk said the room had only one bed that we would have to share. I tried not to react as well, but I’ve got to admit I felt an immediate tingle in my dick at the thought of spending the night in the same bed as Nick.
It was about six at night when we checked in. The clerk told us the motel’s restaurant would stay open until eight if we wanted something to eat. After calling our parents to tell them we wouldn’t make it home until sometime the next day, we sat at the restaurant’s bar and ordered burgers and beers. We were both only twenty at the time, but this was before New York raised its legal drinking age from eighteen to twenty-one, and before fear of disease made it prudent to practice safe sex.
And sex was certainly on both of our minds when we got back to our room that night. Nick was the first to bring the subject up. Seemingly out of the blue, Nick confessed that he jerked-off for the first time on his twelfth birthday. He said he walked in unexpectedly on his older brother and caught him in the act. His brother asked if he had tried it yet, and when he said no, his brother told him he was in for a treat.
“I’m not sure it was really entirely cum that I shot that first time, but whatever it was, it felt fucking great and started a two to three times a day habit,” Nick said before adding, “and sometimes more.”
I confessed that I was about a year older when I started jerking-off and that I had the same habit.
Nick said he recently did the math. “If I averaged around three times a day since my twelfth birthday and turned twenty four months ago, I figured I’ve come nearly seven thousand times and I’m still looking forward to the next time.”
“I hadn’t thought about it,” I said, “but that is an interesting statistic.”
“I doubt I’ll ever get tired of coming,” Nick said, “but luckily, now it’s not always my own hand that makes me come.”
“I can relate to that.”
“The first time a girl jerked me off, I was amazed at how much better her hand felt than mine. And the first time one blew me; it blew my mind as well, even though she wouldn’t let me come in her mouth like I wanted to. I had to wait another three or four months for that. I love it when the girl swallows, don’t you?”
“I can relate to that too,” I said as I imagined swallowing his hot, creamy load.
“I mean I love to fuck,” Nick said, “but I also love it when a girl really gets into sucking my cock. My favorite thing is to let her suck me all the way off, and then play with her pussy, finger-fucking her while I get hard again and ready to give her a really long fuck.”
“It works for me,” I said, although, needless to say, I was once again thinking about sucking him off before he started finger-fucking my willing asshole.
“Talking like this is making me horny as fucking hell,” Nick said.
“How horny is that?” I asked.
Nick hesitated a moment before speaking. “Horny enough to find out how a guy’s blow job compares to a girl’s blow job, that is if I am right about you, and you want to suck my cock.”
“It works for me,” I said, “but if you’re into it, I’m horny enough to find out how a straight guy fucks a gay ass.”
“Interesting concept, but first things first,” Nick said as he started to unbutton his shirt.
“Let me do that,” I said, stopping him.
I unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and slipped it off. He sat on the bed and I knelt in front of him as I took off his shoes and socks. I rubbed his dick through his tight denim jeans and found it well on its way to a full erection. The same was true for my dick.
I unbuckled his belt and undid the waist of his jeans. I got a good feel of his cock as I unzipped his fly. I pulled his jeans off and let them rest on the floor as I admired the unmistakable silhouette of his now rock hard cock in the crotch of his white cotton briefs.
I gave his cock a series of playful bites through his white cotton briefs before pulling them down just far enough to uncover the head of his dick. I gave butterfly licks to its super sensitive underside and he responded with a series of appreciative pleasure moans.
I pulled his briefs down further and tucked their elastic waistband under his tight burly balls. His longing to be sucked shaft pointed high into the air. At least eight and a half inches in length and thick in circumference, it surpassed the growth potential he had suggested as he teasingly stretched it in the showers.
I began to simultaneously suck and stroke his stiff shaft and he responded with another litany of pleasure moans before saying, “From the first time you checked me out in the showers, I knew you’d give great head.”
I don’t mean to pat myself on the back, but I’ve got to admit I do, probably because I enjoy giving head as much as getting it. I love to savor the taste of a guy’s cock as I bring him slowly to that fantastic moment when my mouth has him so aroused that he can hold back no longer and I share in his orgasmic delight as I happily drain every drop of his rapidly erupting joy-juice.
But I was not anxious to get there and neither was Nick. I loved sucking his cock and I could tell from the squint in his eyes and his continuous pleasure moans that he loved the way I was sucking it, varying my mouth strokes from teasing to moderate to enthusiastic; getting him close and that letting him cool down a bit, occasionally moving my mouth to his cum-building balls, putting off that ultimate explosion until we both wanted it so badly that we had to let it flow.
“See if you can deep throat it,” Nick said, spurring me on in what sounded like something between a command and a plea. Like I already mentioned, his dick was long and thick but my mouth was only too glad to try. I gagged the first couple of times his thick head reached my throat, but I finally managed to relax and let it pass into my throat. I held his entire shaft in captivity as long as I could and he responded with more appreciative pleasure moans.
I worked my way up and down that lengthy shaft again. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” he said, “oh super fuck.”
I deep-throated him a few more times leaving his entire shaft soaked in saliva. I wrapped both of my hands around his slippery shaft and slowly moved them up and down his horny pole with just the right intensity to simulate the feel to a straight guy of wet pussy massaging his appreciative cock.
I could tell my simulated hand fuck was getting him close to close and I didn’t want to waste a drop of his manly joy-juice. I began sucking him again, slowly at first and then gradually increasing in intensity. I could hear his moans build in volume, see by the squint in his eyes expand, and feel the overall tightening of his body indicating he was ready to reach his climax.
I too was ready to take what I knew would be a massive load as I sucked him and jerked-him off simultaneously. His ultimate explosion was as monumental as I had hoped. His dick was like a volcano with an unstoppable eruption of tasty cum squirting into my receptive mouth as his entire body contorted in erotic delight. I’m not sure exactly how long his orgasm lasted, as I was lost in a euphoric daze as he shot and shot and shot.
When his explosion had ended, still savoring his flavorful cum, I collapsed on my back on the floor, my own hard-on pressing tightly against the crotch of my jeans, almost ready to explode on its own. Nick surprised me by getting down on the floor and removing my jeans and briefs and sliding his mouth down my horny pole. Unfortunately, I was so hot from the blow job I had just given him that it didn’t take me long to come, but when I came, I came with equal intensity and he took my load with the same gusto with which I had taken his.
After a few minutes of recovery, he undressed me the rest of the way and we moved to the bed. He parted my asshole and spit into it before working the slippery saliva well into my longing hole with a playful and arousing finger-fuck. His finger-fuck felt great as he massaged my asshole, but it was nothing compared to what followed. His dick thrilled my ass as he gave me one of the longest and best fucks of my life. I found myself getting a little jealous, knowing the dick thrilling my ass would soon go back to fucking pussy.
But it was a tremendous fuck and one of the few times I came while being fucked without the aid of my own or my partner’s hand. I came at the same moment as I felt him quiver and quake as he came in my throbbing ass. Once again, we shot and shot and shot.
The next morning, we blew each other and fucked again, this time in our motel room’s shower and I wondered what would happen the next time we found ourselves alone in our dormitory showers.
