College Sophomores Seek Relief 07

My obsession with sucking Nick's thick tool was a perfect match with Nick's need to get his rocks off. As a result, he fed me a steady diet of his jizz, shooting that magnificent cum cannon in my mouth at least twice a day since we began on Monday.

As I inhaled his beautiful cock after class Thursday afternoon, the fourth day in a row I had sucked him, Nick talked to me about an idea that came to him while sitting through a boring lab.

"I have jerked off at least once a day since I was about thirteen, sometimes more than once a day of course. Now that we have this arrangement, I'm going to see how long I can go without doing it by having you blow me every time the urge arises."

It was not a question, more of an announcement. Stuffed full of his meat, I was in no position to complain. I just kept sucking him while my mind filled with an endless stream of opportunities to get what I needed. Nick continued:

"It's already been four days. I wake up with a hard-on every morning, but instead of taking care of it like I always did before, I get my ass over here as soon as I can. That's made it easy to not even want to jerk off in the morning. So far, our afternoon sessions have lasted me until the next morning."

Nick was thrusting up a little now, sitting naked on my couch while I knelt between his legs and sucked his cock. I had sucked him off three times Monday night, again the next morning before class and then again after his last class. That same twice a day pattern continued on Tuesday, Wednesday and now Thursday.

I was naked, as I always was when I sucked his cock.

"So here's the plan, I will text you if I ever find myself getting the urge to get off outside of our regular times before class in the morning and on my way back in the afternoons. If you aren't immediately available, just text me back with the first time you can be, and I'll see if I feel like waiting.... Oh.. oh... oh, fuck, yeah! That's hitting the spot. Keep doing exactly that!"

As Nick had talked on about his plan to fuck my face every time he had the urge to jack off, I had found a slightly new way to stimulate the sensitive area just under the head of his cock, slathering the right spot with my tongue while continuing to massage the rest of his big dick with my lips and hands. Nick liked the way my tongue was working him.

"I'll bet it will be easy to resist jerking it if I know I can get off in your mouth, say within an hour or two. This feels so much better than masturbation of course. They key is to make it almost as convenient. Yeah, like that!"

In the nine times prior to this one that I had sucked him, including twice Tuesday after class, we had tried a number of positions and twists on blowjobs. I had laid on my back and hung my head over the edge of the bed while Nick stuffed his fat cock into my throat. He had mounted my face on the bed, sitting on my chest while feeding his cock into me. I had explored various ways to play with his balls and taint. We had done it with him standing, with me on my knees, with me lying between his legs. I had sucked him in this living room, on the bathroom counter, in my bed and in my tiny kitchen.

Twice, Nick had said he wanted to jack me off so he could watch as I blasted out ropes of cum.

Those times were particularly awesome, not just because I got off. The first time, on Monday morning, he caught almost all my cum in his hand and wiped it all over his own cock, then commanded me to lick and suck it off. Watching me lick and suck my own jizz off his dick turned him on so much he broke into porn-flick dirty talk before he unloaded in my mouth.

The next time, in one of our two Tuesday afternoon sessions, he told me to stop sucking his dick for a minute so he could concentrate better as he got me off and watched me shoot. He worked my cock the way he apparently liked to jerk off himself, then when I got close, he had me bend my head over and open my mouth.

Nick was a directing a scene, aiming my cock at my mouth while holding my head with his other hand to make sure his aim was lined up right. "Eat it!" he instructed as the first surge erupted from my dick. I ate what I could reach with my tongue, but most of my load ended up on Nick's hand and fingers, which he fed to me while we stared into each other's eyes. His dick exploded seconds later as he was put over the edge by seeing me lick cum off his fingers.

As I continued to coax the second nut of the day, and tenth of the week, out of him, Nick kept telling me about his running internal dialogue about our symbiotic arrangement.

"So you need to tell me if any part of this isn't meeting your needs, Cody. This is too good to fuck up and I don't want to do anything to upset the balance between what we both like."

"So far, so good, Nick. I love this big cock and crave what it feeds me. I'm far from getting enough, whatever that is."

I slurped and sucked and plunged some more. Nick thrust his hips in time with my sucking motions, not like he was getting close, but in the manner of someone casually fucking, midway through a long session, after already blowning a couple of loads.

"Good. You seem to enjoy it just as much today as you did the first time, but let's be sure to be honest with each other on this so we neither one mess up a good thing."

"Deal," was all I could get out between mouthfuls.

"And I have been thinking," Nick continued, "about what needs this meets for me, and for you, as part of my trying to understand the motivations."

"Tell me," I managed to say while continuing to work.

"I really get off on watching you gulp down my loads like a starving man eating his first meal in days. I didn't know why, though. But I think it's related to evolutionary traits. Males of all species evolved to spread their seed. Many offspring died and such harsh conditions made mating for life a poor strategy for making sure a particular male's DNA would be passed on."

"Go on. Fascinating."

"Human males have that evolutionary need to spread their seed as far and wide as possible, just like most animals do. We are the legacies of males who were most successful in passing their DNA along. The puritanical society we live in is just a blink of the eye in the course of human evolution, and the cultural pressure to be loyal to one woman runs counter to our very nature. This is why many cultures have healthy outlets for the male need to spread the seed, like the wide acceptance of having lovers in France, mistresses in Mexico and prostitution almost everywhere."

"OK, makes sense to me so far," I allowed letting my jaw rest a second before resuming my delicious task.

"So, my need to get off a couple of times most days is entirely natural. But getting off is just part of it. I want to understand my near obsession with watching you swallow my loads. I think it's because I know my seed is good, spewing it out as often as I feel like it is what I was designed to do -- and I resent my girlfriend's ridiculous attitude about it."

"Uhmm, hmmm," I encouraged him by plunging down over and over to his tight balls.

"Watching it shoot out of my hard cock is affirming because I was built to do that. It's my job. Having you accept it instead of acting like it's disgusting is satisfying to me because my seed is good and it keeps my DNA alive. I'm 21 and a sophomore in a tough engineering program. I have evolved enough intellectually to know I do not want to shoot my sperm into a fertile female womb, at least not until I am married and able to support kids. But I still need to shoot those loads, and feel good about them going somewhere that they are needed – even if it's not the same need evolution designed."

"Interesting theory. Plus, it's healthy to shoot every day or so, cleans the pipes and keeps the prostrate healthy." I had read enough to know that.

"Exactly!" Nick said with a particularly powerful thrust, which he held for a few seconds, his meat buried deep in my mouth. "By keeping the sperm and semen production humming along at a healthy, steady pace, I am ready to meet my evolutionary purpose when the time comes. My sperm is fresh every day, which makes it more potent. Cumming a lot is good. Watching my cock and my cum be truly appreciated meets some primal need that I am just starting to figure out. Psychology is a strange science, so many unknowns."

All the talk about Nick's primal needs and the images of him shooting streams of healthy sperm every day, as he was designed to do, made me want to taste that next healthy load. I redoubled my efforts on his big slab of meat, my own cock straining and needing release too.

Nick leaned forward on the couch, forcing his dick even further into my mouth as he grabbed my jutting hard on.

"Sit on the table," he instructed and I moved from the floor to the coffee table in front of the sofa, never letting his tool lips from my lips. Nick jacked me while I sucked, feeling my cock start to thrust against his hand. The hand job was too dry, though, and felt like it would chafe, so I made a suggestion for the first time in all our sessions.

"You said to speak up and I'm going to take you up on it."

"Absolutely, Cody. Tell me how you like it. It's your dick, man, " Nick remarked as he kept jacking me up and down.

"It would feel a lot better if it was lubed up when you jack me. Cool with you?"

"Sure. What do you like?"

I got up and went into my bedroom, bringing back some Astroglide that I had in my bedside drawer, a relic of my days as a pussyhound. I walked back to the couch with my hard on pointing the way and squirted a glob of the slick, clear liquid in Nick's open palm. Then I dived back down on his dripping cock as he started jacking me off with the cool slippery lube. It felt so much better.

Nick worked my cock expertly, as only a guy knows how to do. I sucked him to bring him back to where we were before I made the mad dash for lube and soon had him moaning with approval. My hands were massaging his balls in just the way I had learned he liked while I rubbed lightly on his perineum, occasionally brushing my fingers near his hole. Nick started to thrust harder.

The slick, well-lubed handjob I was receiving combined with the craven pleasure of sucking his fat cock to send me down the home stretch to shooting my load.

"I'm getting close, man. That feels so good," I said between slurps up and down his big tool. Nick jerked me faster, giving me great waves of pleasure as his slippery hand covered every centimeter of my straining dick. Just as my balls started to pull up, signaling my impending eruption, Nick pulled his dick out of my mouth and aimed my cock right at his big wet tool.

Seeing what he had in mind pushed me over the edge fast and I thrust my hips forward and unleashed a jet of white cum, which Nick aimed right on the top of his shaft. My second surge hit the big crown of his magnificent meat, some of it dripping obscenely into his piss slit. Nick continued to milk me, directing my cum onto his tool until it was covered with my gooey jizz.

"Clean up the mess you made, Cody, now! Eat it all. Lick me clean, if you want my load."

My mouth was watering as I dived back down on his cum covered cock. Nick watched in lust as I took the tip of my tongue and licked the cum out of his slit, then plunged down to slurp up all the jizz that had coated his cock. I got most of it in three wet sucks. I then used my tongue to get any that spilled onto his balls, licking oozes out of his red pubes. Before swallowing the last globs, I put his cock back in my mouth, my jizz mixing with my saliva to bathe him in gooey wetness.

Nick had watched the whole cum-eating scene with an evil grin on his face. He then shoved his cock all the way in my mouth, entering the top of my throat and just holding it there a minute.

"You need another thick load to mix with the one I just fed you. You're going to get more than you bargained for. That was so fucking hot, having you shoot your cum on my cock and feeling the hot jizz hit my shaft, and watching you hungrily eat it all. You need more cum, don't you Cody?"

All I could do was hum "uhmmm mmm" in agreement, my mouth so stuffed with his pulsing cock that I my eyes were watering.

I'm going to give you what you need. You're going to swallow it all, or drown trying. Now suck that cock and work for that reward you crave!"

I sucked him deeply as he continued to tell me how much I needed his big load and how my life was made complete by swallowing all the cum he fed me every day. As he talked dirtier and dirtier, he looked even more determined and ground his cock into me with almost brutal force.

"Take it, Cody! Take my cum. Take it all. Don't waste a drop of my seed. Here it comes! Oh fuck, here is comes..."

Nick thrust forcefully and shot a stream of hot jizz straight down my throat. I felt it slide down my pipe in utter bliss. My mouth was quickly flooded with another big jet of juice, this time coating my tongue. I rolled the tasty thick cream around in my mouth, coating his thrusting cock with the jizz it had just produced, opening so Nick could see he creamy load he had just produced. I then slurped the salty goodness off the engorged head and shaft of his oozing tool.

Nick held me head in his hands as he pumped my face like he was fucking a blowup doll, his eyes ablaze and his lips pursed in a look of pure determined lust. I tasted more of his cum as he pumped in and out, a little emerging from his piss slit each time he drew his cock all the way out so it was at my lips.

A dribble of cum escaped my lips and Nick quickly caught it all on his thumb. He stuck the thumb roughly in my mouth, removing his swollen cockhead. I sucked his thumb wantonly like it was a small cock itself until he withdrew it, looking satisfied.

"That was fucking hot, man." Nick's chest was heaving.

"Fuck yeah it was. I couldn't believe it when you aimed my cock at yours and spurted my cum on your fat shaft. My mouth was watering before you told me to clean you up."

"That just came to me when I saw your nut sac draw up and I was thinking about where to shoot that load. It was weird, feeling hot jizz shooting on me. Really weird, but good weird. I'm glad we're both so open to new things."

After we came down from our orgasmic buzz a bit, I followed up on Nick's theories about why he liked to shoot cum in my mouth.

"I'm interested in why I need to suck cock and especially why it's such a huge turn-on to me to swallow your load. I know I love the taste because of the act, not just because of how it tastes. But I wonder why I love feeling it shoot in my mouth, why I need to swallow it. And it is a need, Nick, not just a want."

"I thought about it too and don't have any answers yet, because like I said psychology is a strange thing to call a science. Human sexuality is incredibly complex. Humans obviously do lots of things that are not strictly based on an evolutionary need to reproduce and sustain the species – like what we just did, what lesbians do, like heterosexual and homosexual anal sex. The list could go on and on, with bondage, water sports, pain, you name it. Humans do a lot of crazy shit sexually, and there is a wide variety of tastes."

"I'm happy our tastes match up so well. I'm also happy we keep surprising each other, in good ways."

Nick was still sitting on my couch, naked and completely relaxed with his hands behind his neck. He liked talking about why he – and I – had the needs and desires we had. I found it interesting and erotic at the same time, so I urged him to speculate.

"I don't know for sure, but maybe you have some need to be submissive. There is a lot out there on the topic. Submissiveness comes in many forms. There are males who are very heterosexual in their desires, but who get off on being dominated by a woman. It is not a signal of repressed gay thoughts; it requires a female to do the dominating. Some submissive guys like humiliation, like a married man who is straight but who gets sexual satisfaction by being forced to watch his wife get fucked by other men. Unimaginable to me, but so are most fetishes. Yet submission and wanting to be humiliated are not necessarily connected."

"I need to study it more, I guess. My approach has just been to follow my instincts and do what feels right. I am excited, exhilarated by what we do, not at all humiliated."

"Yeah, I see that. But a lot of guys would find it humiliating to be told they were cocksuckers and that they needed to swallow cum. You seemed to like it when I said that."

"Sure, some guys would be mortified. Not me, because I am comfortable with the fact I like sucking cock, and I like having a cock shoot in my mouth. It's a turn on because I like the feel of it and the excitement of it, not because it makes me feel guilty or humiliated."

" I get it. You aren't embarrassed by your need to suck, that's clear. And so why would you feel humiliated by being told to get to work? I guess in your case, the dirty talk is a little like adding visual scenes to tactile pleasure – the way I like watching myself cum in your mouth better than I would like doing it in the pitch black."

"Yeah, hearing the words are an added turn-on. But there's also the fact you liked saying the words. I got off on you saying all that 'suck my cock, I'm going to feed you a fat load' stuff because you liked saying it. You were into it; so when it dialed the heat up for you to say it out loud, it increased the hotness for me too."

"Cody, that's good insight. It's not like anything I said was beyond what we were actually doing. If had said something that made you feel like a piece of shit for sucking me off, then that would be out of bounds. I wouldn't say it because that's not what I think. I hope you understand that just because of our different roles in this, that doesn't mean I don't have complete respect for you, especially your honesty. We just like different aspects of something and our needs fit together like the right key in a lock."

"Yep, you got that right. If you really got off on calling me a worthless cocksucker and piece of shit, then it would be a shame because we'd be out of sync. It would turn me off. I like sucking cock; I want to feel, taste and swallow every drop of your cum -- but there's nothing about that that makes me a bad person, any more than your wish to shoot a load in a dude's mouth makes you bad."

Nick scratched his balls and adjusted his flaccid but still heavy tool as he responded.

"I may want to push some boundaries a little, so you have to feel completely free to push back if something's not to your taste. I'll always ask."

"That's hot to think about. I'll be totally honest if anything you suggest is unappealing. No panties, no cross-dressing, just as an example," I clarified.

"Right, right. No, that's some ridiculous shit that a guy wants to put on women's underwear and other guys get turned on by it. To each his own, but not for me," Nick shook his head. The idea of either of us straight-acting, masculine guys wearing pink panties made me laugh.

"OK, Nick," I said, feeling bolder. "Are you cool with me pushing at boundaries too, trying out things you or I might like, but might not, as long as I ask first? Or does this dynamic work best for you if you mostly control things?"

"That would be a huge turn on. Surprise me, Cody – not with a dick in my ass – but yes, experiment some. I trust you. I enjoyed it when you started rubbing me down below my balls, an area I hadn't paid much attention to as erogenous before. That's an example of something you initiated that made things better. We should both feel at ease doing that kind of thing."

"I can't imagine being more at ease, Nick. It's rare to even meet another guy who isn't hung up on labels, isn't afraid that trying something out will make him a 'faggot,' and who likes to explore and push boundaries in a respectful way."