I thought I'd share this story with you guys. Kinda long, but I hope you read it, because it’s all true. I sucked a guy off last night for the first time. It happened last night at my friend’s house. I met him in my Philosophy class which started back in June during my summer semester courses. This morning, I woke up thinking that last night didn’t really happen. It was a weird feeling--an odd mixture of guilt and satisfaction. I had never sucked a guy’s dick before and I had never let a guy suck my cock before. But goddamn if it didn’t feel awesome. It was honestly one of the best nuts I had ever busted. For the purposes of me telling this story, let's call this friend "Ryan."
There's only 12 other people in my Philosophy class, and during the first week of class, the professor split everyone into 6 study groups of 2 people each. He randomly picked the groups and partnered me with a guy my age. He'd later tell me that he was 19, and I could sort of immediately tell that he and I probably didn't have much in common. He was wearing an Alabama Crimson Tide shirt and had more muscle than me. I mean, he wasn't built or anything, but I figured he probably played some sport. I didn't play any, and where I come from, sports are pretty important. I started thinking to myself, "Why did this jackass pick the groups? I don't wanna be partnered with a guy who’s not gonna help with this coursework at all. Not to mention, we probably hang out in two separate crowds."
Anyway, Ryan walked over and introduced himself. I stood up, and we were practically the same height, I might have been a half inch taller. He was tan (tanner than me, at least), had some dark stubble under his chin and a short faux hawk. We started talking and it turned out he didn't play any sports; as he put it, he just didn't have the time to do much extracurricular stuff. He was busy with work, trying to make it on his own without his parents, and studying for school so he could get some scholarships and transfer to a better school. I sort of chuckled, and said that sounded like me (in my mind, I was thinking, "Wow. This is exactly like me). Though I didn't have time for sports either, I am a football fan and we talked about that for a while. I have a few close friends, and I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. We had a lot more in common than I thought.
In any case, the class meets every Monday and Wednesday, and over the course of 8 weeks and just 16 class meetings, we became pretty tight friends. We'd text and stuff and meet up to study for exams on occasion.
Next week is the 9th week of the course--the last week of the summer semester. Monday is our final exam, so my professor asked all of the study groups to meet up and study because the test was gonna be difficult to say the least. Ryan and I went to the library on Friday afternoon and stayed for about 2 and a half hours. At about 3:00, I started feeling like shit—headache, sore eyes, tired, hungry. I started cracking my knuckles and stretching, as to hint to Ryan, “Can we hurry the hell up?” He picked up on the body language and said, “Fuck it, I’m hungry. I think we got this. We still gotta do this essay though.” I started getting ready to leave and said, “You wanna meet up again tomorrow and finish it then? I gotta go.” He stood up and started stretching too and told me, “I can’t, man. I gotta go to my parent’s tomorrow, and I’m probably gonna be gone all weekend.” I was thinking, “You son of a bitch, thanks for telling me this now,” but I let out a sigh and a long “Hmm…” I sure as hell didn’t wanna stay in that library anymore. He threw his backpack over his shoulder and asked, “Are you doing anything later?” I asked him why he asked and he said I could come over to his apartment later that night and he and I could finish that essay. I said, “I might. Text me later. I gotta splitting headache, so I’m gonna go take something for it and take it easy for a little while.”After agreeing, we both left.
I went back to my apartment and made a quick sandwich so I could get something in my stomach and take a few ibuprofen. I crashed on the couch and fell asleep in just a few minutes.
My phone woke me up at about 6:45. It was a text from Ryan, asking me if I was gonna come over. I told him to give me a minute because I just woke up and I needed to call him because I had no idea where he lived and would have to have directions. My headache was gone, but my hunger was back. I got up and took a piss and slipped on my shoes. I called him and he gave me the directions to his place. It was closer than I thought and I didn’t even need his directions because I knew exactly where his apartment complex was. I got there at about 7:30, and knocked on the door. Ryan answered the door…wearing no shirt. I just kept looking forward. We exchanged “heys” and I tried to ignore his stomach, which was surprisingly ripped. Granted, I’m straight, but I’ve always been a little curious. I was a little envious at first, thinking, “Does this guy work out? I wish I had abs like this.” He had a thick happy trail and a patch of hair on his chest that sort of tapered off as it went further outward toward his pecs. He told me I could sit down and pointed towards his laptop and said, “I’ve already got some of that written. Open up Word and it should be the first thing under ‘Open.’” He walked into his room, I opened his computer and after a few seconds, he came out wearing a plain white t-shirt. He asked if I was hungry and I said, “A little.” He opened up the freezer and pulled out a frozen pizza and asked if he made it, would I eat any. I said yes.
We started working on our essay--1600 words--and eating some pizza and at 9:20 we were finished. After stretching a little I said, “Thank God.” He laughed and I closed out MS Word. Ryan’s background on his computer’s desktop was some chick in a bathing suit. Not very big tits, but they were nice. You couldn’t see her face. Just wet brown hair thrown over her face. I said, “Damn, that’s nice.” He laughed again and said, “I got better ones than this.” He opened up a folder that I noticed was labeled, “Pr0n. Don’t open.” It was full of movies and pictures and he started going through them all, talking about which one’s he liked best and telling me over and over on different videos, “Watch this one. You gotta watch this. Check this out.” By 10:00 we were just sitting on his couch watching porn and laughing and making comments about everything. Now here’s where things got interesting:
He opened up a video of some blonde chick in a bathtub. Her hair was pulled back and eventually, she started rubbing her tits and rubbing her pussy. There was a knock at the door and it was a pizza guy. He walked in and found his way into the bathroom where he layed the pizza on the counter and started rubbing his cock. The girl opened her eyes and invited the guy over. He pulled his jeans down and whipped out his cock and she started sucking it. It was about this time that I looked over and down and saw Ryan rubbing his junk through his shorts. I stuck four fingers down my own shorts and started rubbing my dick. After a few minutes, my heart started racing and I started sweating. I had always been curious about jacking off with another guy. I started to get the feeling that Ryan probably felt that way too. All of sudden, Ryan asked me, “Would you think it was weird if I jerked off for a minute?” My heart started beating faster. Calmly, I said, “I don’t give a shit.” So he pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. I looked down with only my eyes as nonchalantly as possible and was in shock to see what I was looking at. Ryan’s dick was rock hard. Bigger than my package to say the least. And he wasn’t circumcised. I wanted to jack off too, but didn’t dare ask. I was hoping Ryan would say something first. He spit in his hand and started rubbing the head of his cock. I wasn’t looking anymore, but I could hear the spit squishing every time he stroked his dick.
About 5 minutes passed, and the guy on the video was eating this girl’s pussy now. She was moaning and Ryan started chuckling a little. I did too. I started running through my head ways I could approach this. Ways I could start jacking off. Something hit me, and I just said, “Fuck it.” I turned my whole head and looked down and said, “You’re not circumcised?” I couldn’t really believe that I had just said that. Ryan quickly replied, “Nope. All natural. What about you?” and laughed again. I thought, “This is my chance.” So fearlessly, I pulled my shorts down and whipped out my dick, “Yeah. I wish my parents wouldn’t have had me circumcised. I always heard it feels better when you’re fucking and jerking off.” My armpits were pouring sweat. I was nervous. He said, “I wouldn’t really know. It’s all I’ve ever felt.” We stopped talking and started focusing on the movie again. By this time, I was jacking off too. A few more minutes passed and Ryan asked, “Is this weird?” My hands were shaking. I thought he might stop jerking off. I replied, “What? Jacking off? Are you gay or something?” Ryan quickly shot back with, “Hell no. I’ve just never jacked off with a guy in the room before. Is it weird to be doing this?” By now, I was feeling pretty spontaneous and brave. Still watching the movie, I said, “We’re watching a chick get eaten out. I wanna jack off when I see that.” He laughed again and said, “Me too. No homo.” I laughed back. We were pumping our cocks without even caring.
After a few minutes, Ryan let go of his cock and started twisting his wrist. I looked down, afraid he had came already. I didn’t see any, but I couldn’t believe how much bigger his cock seemed. It was wet and the light from his computer was reflecting off it. It looked huge. Made me feel tiny. I didn’t stop, but I thought, “We’re jerking off next to each other. We have no pants on. Would he really think it was weird if I asked to touch his cock?” Call it intuition, but I felt like he would be cool about it and let me. I took a deep breath and trusted my gut. I asked him, “What would you do if I just grabbed your junk right now?” He looked over and said, “I dare you.” I thought, “Oh my fucking God. He’s practically inviting me to jack him off.” Absolutely stunned, and feeling this bizarre feeling I’ve never felt before, I grabbed his dick and started rubbing it. Yes, I MADE THE FIRST MOVE. It was warm and wet. It felt weird, but a good kind of weird. I could hear his breathing pick up. “He likes this,” I thought. And to my shock, he grabbed my dick and started jerking me off. A strange sort of euphoria came over me. I gotta tell you, it felt awesome.
TO BE FINISHED TOMORROW GUYS! Bear with me.
There's only 12 other people in my Philosophy class, and during the first week of class, the professor split everyone into 6 study groups of 2 people each. He randomly picked the groups and partnered me with a guy my age. He'd later tell me that he was 19, and I could sort of immediately tell that he and I probably didn't have much in common. He was wearing an Alabama Crimson Tide shirt and had more muscle than me. I mean, he wasn't built or anything, but I figured he probably played some sport. I didn't play any, and where I come from, sports are pretty important. I started thinking to myself, "Why did this jackass pick the groups? I don't wanna be partnered with a guy who’s not gonna help with this coursework at all. Not to mention, we probably hang out in two separate crowds."
Anyway, Ryan walked over and introduced himself. I stood up, and we were practically the same height, I might have been a half inch taller. He was tan (tanner than me, at least), had some dark stubble under his chin and a short faux hawk. We started talking and it turned out he didn't play any sports; as he put it, he just didn't have the time to do much extracurricular stuff. He was busy with work, trying to make it on his own without his parents, and studying for school so he could get some scholarships and transfer to a better school. I sort of chuckled, and said that sounded like me (in my mind, I was thinking, "Wow. This is exactly like me). Though I didn't have time for sports either, I am a football fan and we talked about that for a while. I have a few close friends, and I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. We had a lot more in common than I thought.
In any case, the class meets every Monday and Wednesday, and over the course of 8 weeks and just 16 class meetings, we became pretty tight friends. We'd text and stuff and meet up to study for exams on occasion.
Next week is the 9th week of the course--the last week of the summer semester. Monday is our final exam, so my professor asked all of the study groups to meet up and study because the test was gonna be difficult to say the least. Ryan and I went to the library on Friday afternoon and stayed for about 2 and a half hours. At about 3:00, I started feeling like shit—headache, sore eyes, tired, hungry. I started cracking my knuckles and stretching, as to hint to Ryan, “Can we hurry the hell up?” He picked up on the body language and said, “Fuck it, I’m hungry. I think we got this. We still gotta do this essay though.” I started getting ready to leave and said, “You wanna meet up again tomorrow and finish it then? I gotta go.” He stood up and started stretching too and told me, “I can’t, man. I gotta go to my parent’s tomorrow, and I’m probably gonna be gone all weekend.” I was thinking, “You son of a bitch, thanks for telling me this now,” but I let out a sigh and a long “Hmm…” I sure as hell didn’t wanna stay in that library anymore. He threw his backpack over his shoulder and asked, “Are you doing anything later?” I asked him why he asked and he said I could come over to his apartment later that night and he and I could finish that essay. I said, “I might. Text me later. I gotta splitting headache, so I’m gonna go take something for it and take it easy for a little while.”After agreeing, we both left.
I went back to my apartment and made a quick sandwich so I could get something in my stomach and take a few ibuprofen. I crashed on the couch and fell asleep in just a few minutes.
My phone woke me up at about 6:45. It was a text from Ryan, asking me if I was gonna come over. I told him to give me a minute because I just woke up and I needed to call him because I had no idea where he lived and would have to have directions. My headache was gone, but my hunger was back. I got up and took a piss and slipped on my shoes. I called him and he gave me the directions to his place. It was closer than I thought and I didn’t even need his directions because I knew exactly where his apartment complex was. I got there at about 7:30, and knocked on the door. Ryan answered the door…wearing no shirt. I just kept looking forward. We exchanged “heys” and I tried to ignore his stomach, which was surprisingly ripped. Granted, I’m straight, but I’ve always been a little curious. I was a little envious at first, thinking, “Does this guy work out? I wish I had abs like this.” He had a thick happy trail and a patch of hair on his chest that sort of tapered off as it went further outward toward his pecs. He told me I could sit down and pointed towards his laptop and said, “I’ve already got some of that written. Open up Word and it should be the first thing under ‘Open.’” He walked into his room, I opened his computer and after a few seconds, he came out wearing a plain white t-shirt. He asked if I was hungry and I said, “A little.” He opened up the freezer and pulled out a frozen pizza and asked if he made it, would I eat any. I said yes.
We started working on our essay--1600 words--and eating some pizza and at 9:20 we were finished. After stretching a little I said, “Thank God.” He laughed and I closed out MS Word. Ryan’s background on his computer’s desktop was some chick in a bathing suit. Not very big tits, but they were nice. You couldn’t see her face. Just wet brown hair thrown over her face. I said, “Damn, that’s nice.” He laughed again and said, “I got better ones than this.” He opened up a folder that I noticed was labeled, “Pr0n. Don’t open.” It was full of movies and pictures and he started going through them all, talking about which one’s he liked best and telling me over and over on different videos, “Watch this one. You gotta watch this. Check this out.” By 10:00 we were just sitting on his couch watching porn and laughing and making comments about everything. Now here’s where things got interesting:
He opened up a video of some blonde chick in a bathtub. Her hair was pulled back and eventually, she started rubbing her tits and rubbing her pussy. There was a knock at the door and it was a pizza guy. He walked in and found his way into the bathroom where he layed the pizza on the counter and started rubbing his cock. The girl opened her eyes and invited the guy over. He pulled his jeans down and whipped out his cock and she started sucking it. It was about this time that I looked over and down and saw Ryan rubbing his junk through his shorts. I stuck four fingers down my own shorts and started rubbing my dick. After a few minutes, my heart started racing and I started sweating. I had always been curious about jacking off with another guy. I started to get the feeling that Ryan probably felt that way too. All of sudden, Ryan asked me, “Would you think it was weird if I jerked off for a minute?” My heart started beating faster. Calmly, I said, “I don’t give a shit.” So he pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. I looked down with only my eyes as nonchalantly as possible and was in shock to see what I was looking at. Ryan’s dick was rock hard. Bigger than my package to say the least. And he wasn’t circumcised. I wanted to jack off too, but didn’t dare ask. I was hoping Ryan would say something first. He spit in his hand and started rubbing the head of his cock. I wasn’t looking anymore, but I could hear the spit squishing every time he stroked his dick.
About 5 minutes passed, and the guy on the video was eating this girl’s pussy now. She was moaning and Ryan started chuckling a little. I did too. I started running through my head ways I could approach this. Ways I could start jacking off. Something hit me, and I just said, “Fuck it.” I turned my whole head and looked down and said, “You’re not circumcised?” I couldn’t really believe that I had just said that. Ryan quickly replied, “Nope. All natural. What about you?” and laughed again. I thought, “This is my chance.” So fearlessly, I pulled my shorts down and whipped out my dick, “Yeah. I wish my parents wouldn’t have had me circumcised. I always heard it feels better when you’re fucking and jerking off.” My armpits were pouring sweat. I was nervous. He said, “I wouldn’t really know. It’s all I’ve ever felt.” We stopped talking and started focusing on the movie again. By this time, I was jacking off too. A few more minutes passed and Ryan asked, “Is this weird?” My hands were shaking. I thought he might stop jerking off. I replied, “What? Jacking off? Are you gay or something?” Ryan quickly shot back with, “Hell no. I’ve just never jacked off with a guy in the room before. Is it weird to be doing this?” By now, I was feeling pretty spontaneous and brave. Still watching the movie, I said, “We’re watching a chick get eaten out. I wanna jack off when I see that.” He laughed again and said, “Me too. No homo.” I laughed back. We were pumping our cocks without even caring.
After a few minutes, Ryan let go of his cock and started twisting his wrist. I looked down, afraid he had came already. I didn’t see any, but I couldn’t believe how much bigger his cock seemed. It was wet and the light from his computer was reflecting off it. It looked huge. Made me feel tiny. I didn’t stop, but I thought, “We’re jerking off next to each other. We have no pants on. Would he really think it was weird if I asked to touch his cock?” Call it intuition, but I felt like he would be cool about it and let me. I took a deep breath and trusted my gut. I asked him, “What would you do if I just grabbed your junk right now?” He looked over and said, “I dare you.” I thought, “Oh my fucking God. He’s practically inviting me to jack him off.” Absolutely stunned, and feeling this bizarre feeling I’ve never felt before, I grabbed his dick and started rubbing it. Yes, I MADE THE FIRST MOVE. It was warm and wet. It felt weird, but a good kind of weird. I could hear his breathing pick up. “He likes this,” I thought. And to my shock, he grabbed my dick and started jerking me off. A strange sort of euphoria came over me. I gotta tell you, it felt awesome.
TO BE FINISHED TOMORROW GUYS! Bear with me.
