College Sophomores Seek Relief 04

When I answered Matt and Scott's Craigslist post two weeks ago, I was a conflicted but curious college freshman, trying to figure out where I fit on the sexual preference continuum. Had I not been buzzed, I'm sure I would have never answered that Craigslist ad, much less biked over to the apartment where the two horny straight guys were waiting.

I was petrified when I knocked on the door, but from the second I took the plunge and took Matt's thick tool in my mouth, a sense of calm surrounded me and I knew I was where I needed to be. It felt so right. All doubt about my decision to go through with it evaporated well before Matt gently guided me off his delicious cock and toward Scott's longer and equally enticing tool.

I took to sucking cock like a fish to water. Switching back and for the between two luscious dicks attached to two hot nineteen year old guys was an incredibly fortunate way for me to start out.

I was both shocked and aroused by Matt's good natured instructions to me to "suck that cock." The rough urgency with which Scott forced my head down on his tool, before I had even finished swallowing Matt's copious, creamy load, brought me psychic pleasure on a level I could never have imagined until it happened.

The next day and every day thereafter, I checked my cell phone obsessively, hoping they would contact me, growing increasingly desperate in my need for cock. When Scott finally texted me after class one afternoon the next week, I practically raced to his door, hungrily devouring his dick without even a second of hesitation. He may have needed to get off, but I had a deeper, more enduring hunger.

Losing my clothes was incredibly liberating, but not for the reason Scott thought. Scott couldn't begin to wrap his straight boy head around the submissive fulfillment I felt, the strong sense that I should be completely naked when I serviced straight cock.

After my second time, my need to do it again became obsession. Scott and Matt liked to fuck girls and couldn't possibly be expected to fulfill my urgent need to suck cock all the time. Rather than live in a state of constant frustration, frantically checking my phone every few minutes for texts from one of them, I went back to where I found those two beautiful specimens, "Casual Encounters" on Craigslist.

I read literally hundreds of posts, scrolling all the way back in time until I again saw Matt's clever ad that led me down this path. I scrolled past all manner of weirdness, from daddies seeking "sons," to old dudes, fatties, married dudes on the DL, even a few students who turned out to be fems. There was not a single post that even held a hope of leading me to what I wanted.

I decided to post my own Craigslist ad, modifying a few phases I saw among the scores of posts I read.

"College freshman, 18, clean cut, athletic, masculine and sane. I am looking for similar guys (and only similar guys) who like good head. I like pussy and have been with lots of girls, but sometimes nothing is as satisfying as sucking a nice cock. I am uninhibited about this desire -- and will make you comfortable too.

I am an easy-going, nice guy, not a douche. Attractive, fit, straight students who need to take the edge off, or who aren't getting the quality head they deserve, try thinking outside the box and give it a try. Email me and, if we're on the same page, I'll give you my number to text late night, or after class."

To make sure no one thought I was a liar about my age or body, I attached a photo of me shirtless in my high school rugby shorts, my face blacked out. I hit "post" around 5 PM on a Wednesday and anxiously waited. I set my cell to buzz twice with every new email.

While waiting, I used a fresh Word document to type out my thoughts on my voyage of self-discovery. Just thinking silently always led me to doubts, conflicted feelings, even guilt and shame, negative sentiments I layered on top of the certainty that I was bi and loved to suck cock. By using the written word, I hoped to gain some clarity and, more importantly some peace.

Before the first buzz on my phone, I had listed the reasons not to yield to my desires and on the other side of the page, the advantages to being open to where desire led me. Under each negative consideration, I listed its source, whether it was parental disapproval, homophobia among peers, or residual religious guilt from my Catholic school past. Under the column listing the reasons to embrace my desires, I also gave underlying reasons for what I had typed, such "it arouses me," it feels right, or even "it's self-defeating to deny my urges."

Looking at the negative side of the page, in print and right in front of me, it was easy to dismiss the considerations that had led to doubts and shame. I was too educated and open-minded to allow myself to succumb to cultural forces founded on ignorance, prejudice, fear and conformity. The positive considerations, in contrast, all were based on healthy sentiments and self-awareness.

Well, that was a useful exercise, I thought as I felt my phone start to buzz. Closing the Word document that had given me some clarity, I clicked on my secret Yahoo email that I had quickly created for responding to Craigslist communications the night I read Matt's post. Emails were pouring in.

My photo, showing my toned body, flat stomach and sturdy legs was both a blessing and a curse. Several old trolls begged to suck my cock; one even offered my money with the not-so-subtle adjective "Generou$." Yuck. I deleted all the gay-scene applicants, the old dudes, the ridiculous cock shots and waited for the needle in the haystack. After an hour, I decided to give it a rest and went out to grab a quick bite at a favorite food trailer nearby.

I monitored email the rest of the evening, deciding that turning up another Matt or Scott on Craigslist was wishful thinking. Then it seized me. I was fishing in the wrong lake! I slightly reworded my post and re-posted it in the women-looking-for-men section of Casual Encounters. I decided to just add one phrase, right after the first one, so my new post opened like this:

"College freshman, 18, clean cut, athletic, masculine and sane. I am a dude, posting here because this is where I figured similar guys would be looking for head..."

I made myself a large rum and diet coke, with lime, then waited to see if my strategy had legs. By midnight, I was pretty deflated, not having received a single email from the new post. Aggravatingly, unwelcome inquiries from gay dudes double my age and more kept coming in from the first post. I had completely given up and had whacked off to bi blowjob porn by the time I got my first email based on the women-seek-men post.

The message was blunt :

"Taking a chance here. Straight, 21, no experience with dudes. Just back from the bars and horned up. Would have to get comfortable on any risks before considering what you propose."

I quickly emailed him back:

"I had the identical concerns when I first did anything with another guy, which was about 2 weeks ago. I'm clean, healthy and intend to stay that way. I have sucked off 2 guys, both clean straight frat guys who are 19. That's it. No risks to you. Honesty and integrity matter to me."

The next message asked me to switch to Yahoo chat, where we fleshed out what we wanted to know about each other. His name was Nick. He had a girlfriend at a college several hours away and he was so frustrated and desperate to get off that he had answered my post. His words conveyed intelligence; he was always very direct.

I needed to see a photo. He wanted reassurance on discretion and that I was not a nutcase. We swapped face pics and both liked what we saw. Nick was a nice looking red headed guy, a little like a younger Prince Harry in appearance. He had a ready smile and an athletic body.

After seeing the photo, Nick then said he wanted to talk on the phone, before he agreed to anything.

After he said hello, he immediately started interrogating me:

"Don't take offense, but how can I trust you when you say you're new to this? How do I know that you are not a gay guy with so many sex partners that I would be at risk catching something and infecting my girlfriend, even from a blowjob?"

"That's reasonable, and I would have the same concerns," I answered. "When we meet, we can have a beer and you can judge me in person. I'm not lying to you, but have no way to prove that here."

"You sound legit. I apologize for being skeptical, but I read Craigslist from time to time and there are a lot of freaks."

I agreed wholeheartedly and for the first time, we laughed together. Nick was comforted that I sounded "normal" on the phone. I was pleased that his rather mechanical questions turned into a more relaxed, if still controlled, conversation.

After a few minutes, he asked where I lived. We were walking distance away. I asked him to come have a beer with me and we'd see where things went after that. I made clear there would be no pressure and no hard feelings if all we did was have a beer and call it a night. Nick said he appreciated my approach and that he would walk on over.

When I opened the door, I saw the good looking guy in the photo he had sent me, but was surprised to see he was about six foot five. He looked much better than in the photo: tall, broad shoulders, curly red hair, a ruddy handsome face. Nick looked me in the eye, shook my hand firmly and walked in. I offered him a beer and we sat on opposite ends of my couch.

"I realize my questioning of you was pretty rough. But I had to know those things."

"No worries," I replied. "I was in the same boat a couple of weeks ago. I had never done anything with a guy and I was literally trembling as I knocked on the dude's door. It all got better real fast."

"I'm OK now. I just needed to see you in person, see that you were not some freak or flamer. I appreciated your matter-of-fact post, and how you handled my questions, I like straightforward people."

"Me too," I replied. "Are you in engineering?"

"Mechanial, yes. How did you guess?"

"The linear logic and no-nonsense way you talk. Do you want to smoke a bowl?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm not a big pot smoker, but this seems like a good time for its relaxing properties."

We smoked very lightly and talked over a beer, getting comfortable with each other. Nick was a mechanical engineering student from Scranton, attending college on full financial aid. He was still a sophomore at age 21 because he had had gone to a community college at first and basically had to start over.

His engineer's approach was evident in all he did and said. His girlfriend didn't like to suck dick and was completely disgusted by the thought of him cumming in her mouth. She was fun to fuck, he allowed, but I could tell he was bored.

Amused by his clear-eyed practicality – he had needs and this was a logical way to solve the problem – I tried to mimic his reasoning.

"That's logical, Nick. I have needs to fill as well. I am not in the gay scene, I have sex with girls, but I feel a need to suck cock sometimes. It makes no sense for me to deny my urges as that would just make them worse. Finding someone with reciprocal needs would be ideal."

Nick laughed a little and seemed ready. I moved over next to him and started massaging his crotch through his tight, faded jeans, feeling the outline of his dick. Nick simply spread his legs and let me touch him, watching from a detached perspective.

I undid the top button then the button fly of his Levi 501s, then slowly peeled them away from his body until his half-hard cock was revealed. Nick wore no underwear.

Nick stood up and kicked off the jeans, returning to my couch bare assed and a little more erect. Seizing the moment, I engulfed his semi-hard cock in one swoop, taking him down to his balls. Nick let out a soft "holy shit," then pulled off his shirt. He placed his hands behind his neck, in position to watch me suck his cock.

"You've got some skills at that," Nick said softly after a minute or so, looking down with a bemused smile as he watched me work.

Nick's cock was a beautiful, circumcised specimen, rising out of his unshaved reddish pubic patch straight as an arrow. I guessed it was seven inches in length and had a defined ridge around the well-proportioned head. His dick was a bit fatter then the norm, but not freakishly so. As it grew, it completely filled my mouth in the best possible way.

I slowly worked my magic, adjusting the technique to what seemed to please Nick most. I enjoyed swirling my tongue around the big head as I sucked him in and out, and he expressed particular approval when I managed to take him all the way down to where my lips were pressed against his pubic hairs.

I kept it varied. Occasionally, I would come up for air, removing him entirely from my mouth and tonguing his rather tight balls. Nick moaned with pleasure as I bathed his balls and taint with my tongue, then gasped when I took his straining cock all the way back down in one suck.

I bobbed up and down fast for more than a few seconds, until I tasted his delicious pre-cum start to flow from his tip. I again took him out of my mouth and teased the bubbling pre-cum with the tip of my tongue at his piss slit. Drawing some of the clear liquid up in a strand, I looked up at him before plunging back down and swallowing the nectar.

Nick, who had been a mostly silent but appreciative observer up to this point said:

"That was really a turn-on to watch you do that. I think the reason it is so exciting to me is that anytime my girlfriend has sucked me for just a few seconds to appease me, if she tastes even the slightest bit of pre-cum she stops, chokes and acts disgusted."

"Hard for me to understand her not liking it," I said between slurps. "I get even more obsessed with sucking a cock when I first taste that sweet stuff. It makes me proud of coaxing it out, and determined to go for the bigger prize at the end."

"After she acted such a fool about a little pre-cum one time, I stopped her and tasted it myself right in front of her, to show her how silly she was being. I told her it didn't taste bad, was sterile in any event, and that she was being a drama queen, because she was.."

"Bet that didn't help the situation!"

"No, she got out of bed and left the room, refusing to fuck. So I just jerked off and went to sleep."

Yep, he was plenty bored with this girl. I wondered why he didn't move on, but was glad her failings had led him to my door. I liked his cock, and I liked him. I wanted to make sure this wasn't a one-time encounter.

I continued to suck Nick's fat tool with even more fervor once his pre-cum started flowing and our brief between-sucks conversation about his girl. He talked to me a little more while I did, telling me what felt amazing to him and asking me a few times to "keep doing exactly that."

I was really getting off on his thick cock, feeling utterly fulfilled when it was fully stuffed in my mouth and pressing against the entrance to my throat. As I got into a steady rhythm of plunging him all the way down, then sucking harder on the upswing, then immediately plunging back to the balls, Nick stated meeting my sucks with small thrusts.

Within a few minutes, we were locked in the perfect thrusting sucking pattern of reciprocal motion, Nick's breathing growing more and more emphatic. He was watching me intently, conveying in unmistakable manner that the visual effects of watching his cock piston in and out of my eager mouth was enhancing the physical pleasure he was feeling. He lasted an awful long time for a first nut, which I was thankful for. I loved being his cocksucker.

As Nick built toward his orgasm, he started breathing loudly and then adding exclamations:

"Fuck that's so good, fuck, fuck, fuck... Oh yeah, I'm getting closer, closer, oh yeah, here it comes, dude, here it comes, of fffffuuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk....!"

He buried his cock on the back of my mouth with a bigger thrust than before and unleashed a torrent of cum. I jerked back just a little at the force of his first blast, closing my eyes in indescribable pleasure at feeling his hot jizz fill my mouth. I swallowed for all I was worth, making audible gulping sounds and I strived to get every drop.

I felt a little jizz seep out of the side of my mouth as I kept swallowing his creamy load. I looked up at him with his cock buried deep in my mouth, pulsing and spurting until the little jerks subsided.

Nick's eyes were wide with amazement and he stared intensely at me as I squeezed his cock up from the base and gulped down his last little oozes of jizz. He tasted so good that I didn't want to let his cock out of my mouth until I was sure I had captured and swallowed every drop.

When Nick's chest stopped heaving quite as hard, he collapsed from his thrusting position, his engorged member still lolling about on my tongue. I cleaned him and gently nursed on the end of his thick tool until the last hint of his jizz was safely down my gullet. Nick then spoke in a quiet but deliberate way:

"I have always wanted to do this, something I saw in a porn video once and now that I have a chance to actually do it. I hope you're ok with it. Hold still a second."

Nick took his hands from behind his neck, where they had been for the whole blowjob, and with his right index and middle fingers together reached down, then scooped up the glob of jizz that had escaped from my lips, looked at it on his fingers, then fed the two sticky fingers into my mouth. His eyes were ablaze with lust as I hungrily sucked the precious offering off his fingers and said "Mmmmmmm, so fucking good."

"Damn," he whispered. "I always wanted to feed my cum to someone who was eager for it. I just never figured it would be dude. That was absolutely amazing. I have never had head that came within a mile of what you just did for me."

"I loved it too, man, and hope this won't be the last time."

"No, it won't. Maybe not tonight. I need to think a minute about how this changes everything."

Nick was a planner and I could see the wheels turning.