College Sophomores Seek Relief 01

Matt and I were already 6 beers to the good when he started telling me about his job working construction over the summer. His dad, skeptical about Matt's grasp on the "real world," wanted him to see what it was like to work for hourly pay with all sorts of guys who never went to college and maybe didn't get through much of high school. He had set Matt up with a friend who was a commercial builder.

Matt worked all summer as the low man on the totem pole on a work crew, building a parking garage. He had made some serious cash and looked like the outside work had been good for him physically.

"So what was the job like?"

"I sure learned one lesson. I'm going to finish college and get me a cushy indoor job. Getting up at 6 am and working with Alabama Jones hauling heavy shit around in the hot sun all day was no picnic. But I did get some unique words of wisdom."

"Like what?"

"Old Alabama was the funniest fucker I've ever met. He must have been pushing 55 years old, but was strong as an ox and worked real steady. The other guys said he had done a little time for running blow in his 20s, but that was a long time ago. He never let up, keeping everybody entertained all day with stories and comments. One of the things he liked to say was that eating hot dogs will make your dick shrink. I guess you had to hear him tell it."

"I guess so. What else did you learn?"

"Oh, man, he had all sorts of advice and sayings about pussy. He claimed he always had pussy when he wanted it, and when he hit a dry spell, he'd make what he called 'other arrangements.'"

"Like what? Don't tell me you had to listen to a 55 year old construction worker talk about jerking off all summer."

"Well, yes and no. He had lots to say about that too, and he didn't think much of what he called 'self abuse.' But his other arrangements were a lot weirder than that. He was real open about occasionally getting head from what he called 'sissy boys.' "

"You're shitting me! He talked about gay shit too?"

"Somehow, it didn't come off that way – it was more about when you 'got a bone' as Alabama said, and no ladies were around, there were always some sissy boys around to take care of your load, no strings attached."

"I think I'd rather have heard him talk about beating his meat," I mumbled, hoping Matt would change the subject. But Matt was undeterred:

"When I thought about it, I decided old Alabama's probably right. I have a fruity cousin from California who was always getting drunk at family reunions and trying to find somebody who'd let him blow them. Some gay dudes are just like that; that's all they think about."

I let that comment pass, even though I had a third cousin (or whatever he was; our moms were first cousins) who had scared the shit out of me when we were about 15, asking me if I wanted a blowjob. I said "no way" and avoided him the rest of the weekend.

Matt and I kept drinking from the case of Bud that he had brought over. By about midnight, it was clear we were too wasted to do any good if we stumbled over to one of the bars just off campus. But I was having fun just catching up with Matt, who had become my best friend our freshman year. I hadn't seen him all summer and our contact had been limited to a couple of calls. We had just started our sophomore year and felt like old pros at college.

Matt was about 5' 10", blond and athletic. He had really gotten ripped. working construction all summer. He was also wickedly quick witted and more than a little unpredictable. We always had fun together, and a couple of times even hooked up with some drunk girls together, fucking them in the same room. Matt was flat out brazen; he would say anything that came into his mind.

We would have never gotten those girls naked all in the same room, much less talked them both into switching, unless he had made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. He convinced them pretty much all by himself with "you only live once" logic. It didn't hurt that he was considered a great looking guy by all the girls and carried himself with total confidence.

After Matt brought up Alabama's "other arrangements" again, I said:

"Well, I don't want anything to do with sissy boys, but sure could use a nice drunk sorority girl to get down here between my legs and do some enthusiastic sucking," I said idly.

"Not gonna happen, my wasted amigo. Let's get high instead."

Matt pulled out his trusty glass pipe and a film canister packed with some stinky weed. It sure didn't smell like hydro.

"This is some construction site skunk weed," Matt explained. "Not too strong, but it's what we've got."

After we smoked a bowl of dirt weed, I kept thinking about the girls we would not be fucking that night. I had been in a two-week drought since getting back from my summer at home. Weed always made me super horny, as if just being a nineteen year old guy wasn't enough reason to think about sex non-stop.

"So did you get some loving this summer?" I asked Matt through the haze.

"Nah, not too much. I couldn't do anything all week, or I would pay for it on the job the next day. Dude, I started going to bed at 10 PM Sunday through Thursday. But I had a few lucky weekend nights with this little hippie girl I knew. Wish she was here now – but she's just a high school senior this year."

"You fuckin' cradle robber!" I teased him, knowing I would do the same thing. "So what are we going to do tonight? I am so horned up I might stumble over to Paddy's and make a fool of myself chasing skanks at closing time."

"Nah, Scotty. You shouldn't smoke that stuff if it makes you that crazy. You'd end up with a $200 minor-in-possession ticket, or worse, in the lock up."

"OK, you're right, cops will be crawling the street looking for underage drunks. But I sure need some ..."

"Oh shut up, and give me your laptop. I'll find you somebody to suck your cock, just watch."

He was crazy. But that was Matt. He took my old banged up MacBook off the coffee table and soon started typing something. I got up and went to take a leak. I looked at my red eyes in the mirror and knew he was right about not going out. So I retrieved two more fresh cold beers and made some popcorn in the microwave. When I got back, not five minutes later, Matt was finishing up whatever he was up to. He grinned at me with a look of devilish determination on his face.

"What the fuck are you up to?" I asked, handing him another beer. He had been on the computer ever since I left.

"Oh you'll see."

"C'mon, what's the secrecy about?"

"Look over here," he said as he showed me the screen. "This is an old Hotmail email I only use for porn and looking at shit on the internet that I don't want finding a way into my school account. Now, in about 15 minutes, we're going to start getting offers from 'sissy boys' who want to suck some frat boy dick. We'll also get some weirdos and geezers too, but we just ignore those."

"You are absolutely fucking crazy, but we know that already. And there's no way I'm letting a dude suck my cock."

"Well, wait and see. I posted on craigslist that 2 hot straight frat boys were drinking beers and wondering if it was true that dudes gave the best head. I cropped a picture of you and me from the neck down, showing we were studs. I said only similarly good looking guys around our age should apply. I specified only those with photos will be considered and that we were squeaky clean and were looking for DDF straight-curious dudes only, no gay scenesters."

"What the fuck! You've done this before?"

"No, asshole – I haven't DONE it before, as in getting my dick sucked, but after all the talk by Alabama, I did check out craigslist a few times, just to see what was out there.

"Yeah, and what is it that you checked out?"

"I'll be damned if he wasn't right. There are way more cocksuckers advertising on sites like craigslist than there are dicks to suck, and it sure seems like a no strings way to get a nut. But if I'm going to do it, I want company so I don't feel like a freak. You're horny enough to fuck the worst kind of skank, so this might be a better solution. You only live once!"

I was stoned, drunk and not quite believing what I was hearing. Matt's insane logic was starting to make sense.

I asked to look at the craigslist post he had put up. I had never used craigslist except to buy a used laptop or some football tickets. He switched over from his email to craigslist and the "casual encounters" section -- and there it was: a photo of Matt and me, shirtless. It was from a day on the lake last spring, but with our heads chopped off by Matt's crude Photoshop surgery, to preserve our anonymity. We did look pretty good, like a couple of Abercrombie & Fitch models. My tall lean body and his more muscled one were glistening with water, glowing in the late afternoon sun.

I just shook my head at one more crazy, boundary-stretching surprise from my buddy Matt. We hit the pipe one more time and before I knew it, emails starting rolling in.

"Hey, look, here are some of the first offers," Matt grinned.

I started reading the emails, amazed at all the guys lining up to suck our dicks. Matt deleted any stupid "what's up" messages without photos, a couple of fat guys and an old dude trying to see if we'd change the standards Matt put in for what he called the best head ever. In a word, "No."

More emails popped every time the screen refreshed; we were weeding them out for a good ten minutes. Matt narrowed it down to a few he thought looked interesting. One guy sent a full frontal photo and said he's bi; he did have a good body ... what was I saying?

Then one came in after all the others. It was from a freshman who didn't send a photo, but Matt hesitated from hitting the delete key, saying:

"Check this one out. Delete of respond? Your call."

The email read: "I'm a freshman, 18 and have been curious for about a year, but never acted on it. I can't believe I'm typing this. I play rugby, am in good shape and get with lots of girls. Not a douche, nice guy. Tell me more."

I liked the fact he wasn't identifying himself as gay or bi. He might be telling the truth about his status. If I was even going to consider this, diseases were a big concern, even for a blowjob. I surprised myself by telling Matt to email him back:

"See if he'll send a photo. He could be some troll professor, or a mass murderer for all we know."

Matt started typing furiously:

"We're sophs, 19, same situation, never done anything gay. We were checking out craigslist to see if there were any non-weirdos out there who just wanted to give head. We sent our photo, so you know what we look like. Send us one and we'll trash it after we look. We're nice guys, not looking for anything but a little fun. How about a beer with us, no expectations?"

Within a minute or two, the prospective sucker replied with a photo. He was a nice looking guy with a young, smooth face, curly dark hair and a crooked smile. He was wearing rugby shorts and a tight t-shirt. This dude was plenty attractive, well built and could get some serious pussy if he liked. He looked 18, as advertised, if not a little younger.

Matt raised an eyebrow and looked at me: "Are we gonna do this?"

Without thinking, I said, "Why the fuck not?" Matt quickly closed the deal and had this dude biking over to my apartment. He didn't live far away, in some dorm. It all happened so fast, I couldn't pinpoint when I went from "hell no" to "why not," but that's how things always seemed to go down when Matt and I were together.

In less than 15 minutes, the dude knocked on the door. Matt let him in, smiling his winning smile. His name was Cody and he looked scared shitless, almost trembling. But after a hearty handshake from both of and a cold beer in his hand, he seemed to relax, just a little. We all sat down on the big oversized couch I got from a garage sale. Matt lit that damn pipe again.

"Let's get high and shoot the shit a little, get to know each other," Matt offered in his disarming manner.

Cody seemed relieved that we were going slow. He took a big hit off the pipe and downed his beer pretty fast. Matt quickly produced a replacement. Cody told us where he was from and that he hadn't met too many people outside of his rugby team. He didn't have a fake ID and couldn't go to bars, so he felt a little left out of the campus social scene. We talked until he really relaxed, then Matt put some porn on the laptop that was sitting facing us on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Hey, look at this, guys, this was my go-to jack-off site all summer. I always ended up here when I needed to get a quick nut and go to sleep so I could wake up at 6 for that fucking job."

Matt was the only guy I knew who could so casually talk about jerking off.

The three of us, all plenty high, stared at the screen as some really high quality porn came on. It was obvious Matt had become a paid subscriber on this site because the film was high-def and what we were watching looked full-length, not some 3-minute teaser.

As a pretty little Latina bent over and eagerly swallowed a good looking young white guy's cock, his buddy walked up and started fingering her from behind. He was warming her up while she sucked his buddy, then he started rubbing his big cock up and down her slit. In short order, they were stuffing her full of cock from both ends, to her apparent delight. My own dick had started to make a big tent in my shorts as I watched the two-on-one action develop. I glanced over and noticed Matt and Cody were in a similar state.

Matt, always the leader, slowly stood up and casually dropped his shorts and boxers, his 7 inch cut cock springing out as he whipped his boxers off. I had seen his dick hard before, when we fucked those girls together last May, but he looked even bigger than I had remembered. Cody's eyes were glued to Matt's cock. Matt gave him the head nod to go ahead, then Cody tentatively reached out with his right hand to touch it.

"I've, I've never done this before," Cody stammered, his young, smooth face flushed red. He slowly felt and held Matt's big tool.

Matt sat down close to him, spreading his legs to give Cody good access. Cody continued to play with Matt's hard-on, slowly jacking him up and down while staring at it intently.

I was incredibly turned on by what I was watching and realized I had been watching the scene of Cody's first time touching another guy's dick, not the porn flick that was playing on the laptop. I started rubbing my dick through my shorts. I soon decided I was going to get left out if I didn't take the plunge and pull it out.

I edged over closer to Cody, so that my body was up against his left side; Matt was close up against his right. Then I released my straining hard-on from my shorts and slid them off. I took Cody's left hand and gently guided it to my dick. He willingly grasped it and started jacking me while he stared at Matt's cock, working it in his right hand.

Cody then slowly lowered his head down toward Matt's cock, then hesitated before he moved any further.

"You've come this far, buddy, and you've got a nice big cock in each hand, so go ahead. It doesn't bite." Matt softly coached Cody to do what he had come over here to do.

Cody licked at the tip of Matt's cock, then tasted the head, and then slowly sucked the head of Matt's big dick into his mouth. He let out a sigh, sort of an "Uhmmm," like it tasted good. Meanwhile, his left hand steadily, if a bit awkwardly, went up and down on my rock hard dick.

As Cody explored Matt's big dick with his mouth and tongue, Matt pulled off his T-shirt and stretched his hands back behind his neck. My reaction to seeing his wispy blond underarm hair caught me by surprise because I thought it was sexy. I was thinking how hot he looked, sitting there getting serviced by the young freshman who had answered his ad less than an hour ago.

Cody was beginning to get the hang of sucking cock, licking it on the sides, nibbling under the head and taking more and more of Matt down until the 7 inches almost disappeared on each plunge.

I watched in stoned wonder as Matt's wet dick disappeared in and out of Cody's mouth. The sucking went on several minutes before Matt gently directed Cody off his cock and over toward mine. Cody looked at me briefly then in one move engulfed my now leaking cock in his mouth. I am a little thicker than Matt and maybe an inch shorter at 6 inches. Cody's mouth stretched a bit to accommodate my greater girth and he was soon giving me pretty damn good head. I felt the tip of my dick bottom out against the back of his mouth. It felt so good.

I took off my shirt too and now was naked on the couch. Cody gave me slow, wet head, just like I like it, only better than any of the girls I had been with, none of whom were anywhere near this into it.

"Yeah, Cody, suck that fat cock, that's right. You're a natural dude," Matt was watching my blowjob while his hips gently rose and fell, slow-fucking Cody's right hand as Cody sucked my tool.

When Matt spoke, Cody said "uhmm, hmmm," and took me even deeper. I was amazed at how good it felt. It was so fucking erotic: my best bud and me were sitting on the couch, naked, getting switch sucked by a dude. I was so fucking high, I guess it just didn't faze me that it was gay as shit.

Matt was swigging his beer, telling Cody what a good job he was doing sucking my cock. Then it occurred to me I had been in Cody's mouth for a lot longer than Matt had been. I felt selfish.

"That's awesome dude, but let Matt have a little more now OK?"

"Oh, sorry," Cody mumbled. "I am kind of in a trance here and can't believe what I'm doing, but I, I like it..."

With that, he plunged back down on Matt's dick, this time taking his 7 inches all the way to the balls.

"Holy shit, that feels so good," Matt whispered.

I was glad I took a break when I did because the blowjob and now the renewed handjob were making me feel like I could lose it too fast unless I slowed things down a little. Watching the live porn show was incredibly hot, but it was the sheer excitement of the taboo nature of what we were doing made me get closer to cumming than I wanted. I decided to get up and get another beer, gently taking Cody's insistent hand off my cock. I watched with amusement as my hard-on bounced heavily in front of me on the way to the fridge.

When I got back, I walked right up to the couch and stood beside Matt, watching his big tool getting devoured by the eager sucker. Matt smoothly guided Cody's head over to my cock. Cody gulped me down hungrily, burying his nose in my pubic hair as he took my cock all the way in before he pulled it almost all the way out and wetly sucked me in once more. Matt and I looked at each other in "what the fuck" wonder, smiling those big shit-eating stoner grins.

Cody was hungrily and sloppily sucking my cock, then switching over to Matt's. This kid was really, really getting into it. I sat down on the coffee table, close to where Matt was on the couch, giving Cody the access where he could quickly switch back and forth between us.

I directed Cody to fondle my balls when he was sucking and he quickly got the idea, working our balls his hand whenever he was sucking.

After a few more minutes, Matt was starting to really move his hips in a fucking motion, letting me know he was getting closer. Matt looked at me for the go-ahead, and I winked at him. When Cody started to switch back to sucking me, I guided him right back to Matt's straining cock and said,

"Dude, I think my buddy's getting close, so just concentrate on him for now, OK?"

"Uhm, hmmm." Cody mumbled, his mouth full of cock. I wondered what he would do when Matt started to cum, but from all signs so far, it didn't look like he was going to pull away. He slurped and sucked even more hungrily the more Matt moaned. It was obvious that Matt was building up toward a big finale.