Student Seeks Student Ch. 01

After living with 3 roommates freshman year, I decided to rent a tiny efficiency apartment for the next year, and finally have some privacy. The place was all I needed, although it was a little odd to live in what amounted to a hotel room with a small kitchen on one side.

The main reason I wanted privacy was to explore some sexual urges I had been having since senior year of high school -- without broadcasting anything to the world, at least until I figured out where I fit on the straight-bi-gay continuum.

Since tenth grade, I had found it relatively easy to get with girls, especially if I listened to what they wanted to talk about and acted like I was real interested. I developed the reputation as a nice guy, unlike some of the braggers and assholes who were only interested in themselves. I had girlfriends, but none that lasted over a few months; I preferred to see different people and have new experiences. But I always parted as friends, and even old girlfriends said I was a good guy but just not ready to settle down.

I liked sex with girls, especially exotic looking ones with different ethnic backgrounds. The contrast of my white skin against a coffee colored female body was such a turn on. But with one exception, none of the girls I had sex with -- whether one-night hook ups, or girlfriends of many months -- gave decent head. Most tried to please me for a few minutes at least, but it was clear they just didn't really like having a dick in their mouths and really didn't like pre-cum or cum. Needless to say, this was not entirely satisfying.

I became pretty obsessed with oral sex. I realized that whenever I jacked off to porn, I sought out blowjob scenes, especially scenes where some pretty babe took a load of jizz on her tongue and hungrily gulped it down. I always got a great nut, shooting my load just as the guy on the computer screen started erupting into the girl's mouth.

Always an analytical type, I tried to figure out why I was so focused on it (other than it had become kind of a taboo, in that the girls I was fucking were so uninterested). The private school I went to 10th-12th grade was very avant-garde, with lots of students who were into various forms of art. Our school always won state-wide competitions for original plays and acting. I took a more balanced curriculum, but hung out with the drama crowd. I gravitated to them at first because the girls who were into plays and film were a lot less hung up about sex. I ended up hooking up with lots of them, even girls a year older sometimes.

One night during senior year, after smoking a good deal of weed with a small group from that crowd, I ended up at Joey Rivera's, where we often gathered in his basement. His folks didn't care if we smoked and had a few beers; I think they liked it that they always knew where their son was when his friends all came over. I was too wasted to drive anywhere. I texted my dad that I was staying over at a friend's house and he was cool with it.

As the crowd thinned out, Joey and I popped another beer and channel surfed through the late night wasteland. Joey, whose real name was Jose, was a super-friendly guy who was really popular with the ladies. We had been friends since sophomore year and could talk about anything. After all the girls left, we started comparing notes on the girls we had hooked up with. We were each jealous of a couple of girls the other had enjoyed, and Joey asked me "If you don't mind telling me, is Nicole worth my recent fantasies?"

"Well, it depends on what twisted little scene you've been playing out in your head, with your cock in your hand."

We both laughed and Joey rolled his eyes as if looking heaven-ward, saying,

"You don't want to know how many times I've jerked off thinking about those luscious lips sucking my dick."

"Hate to break it to you, Joey, but while she's one hell of a fuck, she doesn't give head worth a damn."

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, buddy."

Then the conversation quickly turned to the topic I had been obsessing about: do any girls give a decent BJ. I was so glad to finally get to talk about it with someone. Joey and I went through a list of girls we "knew" in the biblical sense. While sucking skills varied, we agreed that not a single girl we had hooked up with ever approached the things you can see in even your average porn flick. As the conversation turned even more graphic, Joey walked to the fridge for two more beers and said:

"Dude, I've been getting blowjobs since ninth grade, some I'm none too proud of, but those kind of porno-BJs just don't exist in our little town."

"Yeah, why is that? I love eating a nice trimmed pussy as much as anything, the messier the better, so why wouldn't they want to return the favor?"

"Dude," Joey said, "because they don't have the right equipment. All the gay dudes say guys suck cock better because they have one."

Whoa! Now the stoned and drunk conversation had taken a turn to a topic I had never discussed with anyone. I was higher than I had gotten in many months and I just went with it:

"Well, that makes sense I guess. I've never has a guy suck my dick. All I have had is half-ass head from girls who saw it as a necessary evil, or a way to get something else that they want."

"Dude," Joey said slowly and in a much lower voice, "I keep it real down low, you know, but I trust you. I let Tommy suck my cock sometimes. Shit I can't believe I just told you that."

Shocked but not wanting to show it, I said: "It's cool, bro -- our secret. But now that it's out, I'll tell you one. I'm curious as hell. What's it like?"

"It's the bomb, man. Gay dudes love sucking cock for the sake of sucking cock. They enjoy it," He dragged out the word "enjoy" to make his point.

"Seriously, how did that ever happen the first time?"

Joey proceeded to tell me the story of how Tommy, a masculine and attractive guy we both had hung around with all year, had asked him one night if he wanted a blowjob. They had been doing some molly and all inhibitions were down. Joey said he was a bit taken aback at first, but tried not to show it because he didn't want Tommy to think he was judgmental or anything.

"So when I didn't freak out or anything, but said something noncommittal, like 'well that's not an offer I hear every day,' -- Tommy took that as a go-ahead. We were sitting right here on this couch and he just reached over and started playing with my junk through my shorts."

"Fuck! That's wild. OK now you gotta tell me the whole story."

Joey continued: "Now I was at the crossroads, and I swear I wasn't thinking about whether I was turned off by a gay move, but all I could think of was not offending Tommy after he had gone out on a limb like that."

"Of course, you had done enough molly where all you could feel was love and warmth, right?"

Joey went on: "Exactly! My first thought was that if I push his hands away, he'll get his feelings hurt and things will be really awkward. But while I hesitated, he was playing with my dick and it started to feel like really good. So I stretched my legs apart more, put my hands behind my neck and just let it happen."

"And?"

"Like I said, it was the fucking bomb. He peeled my gym shorts and boxers down, and I guess the molly kept me from getting instantly hard, but it sprang to life as soon as he took my whole cock down in one gulp. I gotta tell you, dude, it was the best head ever. I was hooked."

Joey went on to tell me exactly how Tommy sucked his cock and then swallowed his load. Ever since that night, he and Tommy had a deal: Tommy wouldn't bug Joey or anything but whenever Joey wanted to get sucked off, he texted Tommy and said "what up." That was the signal. I was the only other person who knew about it.

Joey wasn't interested in returning the favor and Tommy didn't ask; he was much more into sucking. The arrangement worked great for both guys. Joey said he was obviously not completely straight or he wouldn't be getting his dick sucked by a guy at least once a week, but he had no desire to do anything else with a guy. Joey preferred girls, but said it was damn convenient to get great head, on call, whenever he was horned up. He said it made him a much better lover actually, as he would sometimes go get a blowjob before going out with some girl he was fucking, then he could last a lot longer.

I needed to process all this and must have passed out on the couch because that's where I woke up the next morning. Joey was already in the shower and when he came out, he said "our secret, right?" I nodded and said "Of course, man. I may ask you to see if I could get in on it sometime though."

"Anytime, dude. You'd be as amazed as I was. Whole different ball game."

Senior year flew by and I never did ask Joey to approach Tommy about blowing me. I thought about it a lot, but was just too timid I guess. Or maybe I was afraid of what doors I might be opening.

Summer was a blur of work and preparing to go off to college in a distant state. I had two girls I could have sex with pretty much whenever I wanted, and that helped me hold down my fantasies about having a guy suck my dick. Freshman year was not the time to explore that fantasy. We had four guys in a two-bedroom suite and there was rarely even enough privacy to jack off. I found a crowd I liked to hang with, and despite the logistical difficulties, managed to get laid off and on too. But the story Joey told me was never too far from my thoughts about sex.

I moved into my efficiency in mid August, a couple of weeks before classes started. I told my folks I needed to get back to get the jump on finding a part-time job, which was at least partly true. None of my friends were back yet. A few nights after I moved in, I was surfing Craigslist late at night and nursing a bottle of tequila. The men-seeks-women and women-seeks-men posts were boring and I decided to take a peek at the "Casual Encounters" ads. I had glanced at the "men-seek-men" page before a few times but usually was turned off by all the anal sex talk and some of the bizarre shit some gay dudes were into. But tonight was different.

After wading through some pretty gross stuff ("taking anonymous loads" and the like), an ad posted yesterday, caught my attention:

"College student seeks same for mutually beneficial arrangement. Str8 acting white guy, 22, toned and attractive, seeks one str8 dude to blow. Not interested in gay guys, but looking to find a guy who needs head and isn't getting it from GF. No strings. No drama. No recip required. DDF here and you must be too. Pics once a connection is made. Take a chance. Why not?"

I had an old Yahoo email that I used for porn and things that I did not want in my regular in-box. On a whim, I logged in and sent a reply to the guy who posted that ad:

"Str8 19 yr old, white, 6 foot 2 and 175, good shape, never done anything with a guy but curious about getting head from a dude."

I had my computer set to "ding" when I got a new email and within about 20 minutes, the guy wrote back. We went to Yahoo chat and explored the situation further. It turned out he was a senior and had a suck buddy last year who had now graduated and taken a job in New York. He was looking to replace the guy and wasn't looking for a relationship or anything. I explained I liked sex with girls, but wanted to see if guys gave superior head. A long chat session ensued, in which he assured me it was true. His name was Paul and he liked to suck cock, but hated the gay scene.

We swapped photos, just a body shot (no face) at first. I liked what I saw and he did too, so we then sent face pics. So far so good. We talked about what he was looking for and it sounded a lot like Tommy's deal with Joey: text me when you want head and if it's convenient, it's a go. After another shot of tequila, I decided to take the plunge.

It was almost 1 am and the streets were empty since the start of classes was still two weeks away. I wasn't about to drive, but hopped on my bike. Paul lived a short ride away in some nice apartments with a pool and tennis court. I walked up the flight of stairs and got up the courage to knock on his door.

Paul opened the door and I think we were both pleasantly surprised at each other's appearance. Paul was maybe 5'10", lean like a runner and had a nice smile. He had short dark hair and looked like the young professional he would be as soon as he graduated. Paul said "come on in" and offered me a beer. His place was sweet: big flat screen TV, great music system and better furniture than most college kids had. Paul was in the engineering school and said he studies all the time.

I sat down next to him on his couch and he asked if I smoked. We took a hit off a small pipe he kept in a coffee table drawer and made small talk. I asked him about his buddy who graduated and it turned out it had been a two-year arrangement that both of them loved. His friend was a straight dude who had a girlfriend but she couldn't keep up with the guy's sex drive. Paul was the perfect outlet.

I told him what had made me curious and gave him some more details about my buddy Joey's sweet deal with Tommy. Paul reached over and touched my thigh, and my cock stated to grow. He rubbed my leg and inched closer to my crotch, which was now visibly bulging.

"I've gotta see what kind of prize you have for me here," he said as he pulled my shorts off. I lifted up to ease them off and was sitting bare-assed on his couch, my hard on pointing straight up. I took off my t-shirt and Paul moved over to the coffee table, so he was sitting in front of me, between my legs. I kicked off my shoes. All I was wearing was my white ankle socks.

Paul slowly stroked up and down the length of my cock, then leaned over and took the head into his mouth. He wetly engulfed my 7 inches until his chin was resting on my balls, the started the slow up and down, in and out sucking of my dreams. This guy was amazing, his mouth at once velvety smooth and yet deliciously wet. Unlike the reluctant head I had received from so many girls, Paul relished sucking cock and obviously took great pleasure himself in sucking my dick. There was nothing mechanical about this blowjob; he varied it endlessly and gently played with my balls while he sucked. I was in heaven.

I remembered what Joey had said about the first time Tommy sucked him off, a scene I had relived many times jerking off. I put my hands behind my head like Joey had reported he had done and leaned back, reveling in the exquisite pleasure I was receiving. I watched Paul work and marveled at how much he was enjoying himself.

"What do you think?" he asked in between plunges down to the balls that made me involuntarily thrust my hips forward to bury my bone in his mouth.

"Unfuckingbelievable" was all I could say. After about 15 minutes of mind-altering pleasure, I started to feel the first rumblings of the eruption that was to come. As my hips thrust more rhythmically with his sucking, Paul sped up a little and worked my balls in time to his sensational sucking.

I figured he would either warn me not to shoot in his mouth -- or that he wanted it. I said nothing to break the spell. It was obvious we were approaching my point of no return. Paul's eagerness was a huge turn-on and it soon told me there was no way this guy was going to pull off when I started to shoot. He was showing that he wanted that cum shooting in his mouth. It was going to be his reward for a job beautifully done. We built into a crescendo and just as I thrust my hips forward and started to shoot huge gobs of jizz into his mouth, Paul took me deeper than ever before while hungrily swallowing. My cock continued to shoot out his creamy reward, blast after blast. I felt like I came for a full minute.

As I was coming down from the best orgasm of my life, breathing like I had just run the 100 yard dash, Paul slowly licked and cleaned every drop of cum off my cock. He then gently squeezed the last droplets from me and licked them off with a look of pure bliss on his face.

Still fully dressed, Paul got up and returned with a warm towel, which he used to further clean and pamper my still huge but softening cock. "Thank you," he said, "I needed that."

"Thank you as well. I am so stunned I don't know what else to say, except please give me your cell number so I can text you. I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other this fall. OK if I text you and say 'what up?'"