Student Seeks Student Ch. 03

"That was fucking awesome, dude." Scott was breathing hard.

"Yeah, for me too. Glad you took a risk and answered that ad."

"Holy shit. You sure you never did that before?"

"Yeah, no lie. I have gotten some mid-bending blowjobs in my life and just started thinking about what it was like on the other end."

"Well, I've never gotten off like that before. Maybe we can do it again sometime?" Having gotten off, Scott was getting ready to leave, putting on his shorts then his shoes.

"Most anytime, Scott. I've got a new hobby I guess, although it's going to take some getting use to -- looking in the mirror and saying I sucked a guy off..."

"I got your number, so if I text you, you'll know why."

With that confident statement, Scott walked toward the door. I was left with my thoughts -- and a rock-hard dick begging for release. I texted my own cocksucker and he was still up, or at least he was willing to get up to "see" me. I didn't tell him what I had been up to, but when he arrived merely minutes later, I just said I had been out with a chick who teased me mercilessly. Paul was able to get me off in record time. The whole time he sucked my straining cock, I was thinking about that beautiful blond boy's body, his furry balls and that luscious cock while Paul worked a massive load out of me.

Three days later, about six in the evening, Scott texted me: "Hey, was thinking about it. You around?"

"Yep, just back from library."

"Can I stop by?"

"Sure. Will be here."

In about 20 minutes, the object of already several vivid masturbatory fantasies was back in my apartment. He wasn't shy this time, but walked straight over to my fridge and grabbed a beer. He then plopped down on my couch, in the same spot where he had changed my world only a couple of days before. He said he had just gotten out of rugby practice, showered and started thinking about how I was just a short bike ride from his dorm. Not quite cocky, Scott showed a self-assuredness that was missing when we first got together. He then asked if I had more porn like that one we watched the other night. I quickly cued up another favorite of mine.

Scott threw off his shirt and I gazed at his body in the lovely light of early evening. Just as I reached over to grab his dick, he shucked off his shorts too and was buck naked on my couch. His cock was pointing straight up, ready to be sucked. Scott guzzled his beer and stared at the new porn flick while I went to work on that gorgeous cock I had dreamed about the last two nights.

Scott moaned and squirmed a little after a few plunges down, and I asked him to tell me what he liked.

"Dude, just do what you're doing. Oh yeah, like that, exactly like that..."

I decided to try various things that had turned my crank while getting blown, and see if I could get him to be more verbal. I lifted up his balls and licked his taint, wetly, before returning to the main object of my lust. Scott moaned but gave me no directions.

Then I plunged down on his dick, burying his thick six-incher in my mouth and shook my head a little.

"Tell me what you like. Don't be shy. Just say whatever is on your mind." I urged him to talk.

"Oh yeah... just suck it." Scott finally said. I sucked with abandon and after several minutes, he whispered: "Play with my balls."

I massaged his balls, mimicking how I liked it done to me, while continuing to bury that cock in my mouth. I was taking him down to his balls, then all the way back up. When I came up for air for a brief moment, I asked: "You like it gentle like this (gently massaging his balls), or a bit firmer like this," as I increased the pressure on his nuts.

"Fuck yeah! Harder! Work 'em... yeah, work 'em!"

I continued plunging up and down on that cock while working his balls harder and harder, until Scott said:

"Yeah like that. Exactly like that," as I worked his balls in my hands, a bit more forcefully than I would want my own pulled, manipulated and massaged.

Scott started thrusting up and I felt the connection between my massaging his balls and how his orgasm was building.

"Tell me what what to do. I get off hearing you direct me."

With the invitation made clear, Scott started telling me what I needed to do. It seemed so liberating to him.

"Yeah, suck it good, suck that cock, squeeze my balls, oh yeah, keep it up, suck it, suck my big cock..."

Scott was thrusting upward, meeting my every plunge while I kneaded his balls between my fingers. I urged him to go further, saying: "I fucking love this cock in my throat... mmmmm."

"Suck that cock, suck it, deeper, down to the balls yeah suck it. Oh shit...You like that big cock in your mouth, don't you? "

"Uhm hmmm, " I agreed with my mouth so full, so very full of cock.

Scott let loose with all the things he had wanted to say, but had been too inhibited to in the past, telling me to bury his cock in my throat, to suck it like I needed his cum, and what a hungry cocksucker I was. The dialogue that could have come from any porn flick. His words were far from imaginative, but hearing them with that cock in my mouth was hugely exciting.

As I kept increasing the pace and he kept thrusting and talking, his explosion was building.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm about to come, dude, suck that cock, suck it, oh yeah, here it comes, fuck, fuck, fuck ... You're gonna get a big load, now, now, now... " Again, Scott's hips thrust upward and held there while his first blast of jizz erupted from the tip of his cock.

Scott's cock suddenly exploded in the back of my mouth and, like last time, he just kept coming, shot after shot. Scott was almost yelling as he pumped his cum into my mouth: "Oh fuck yeah, take it, take that load...fuck yeah!"

I hungrily gulped it all down, tasting the delicious reward I had earned and milking his bone dry. I gently nursed that dick, then cleaned every delicious inch with my lips and tongue. I squeezed every last drop out, into my eager mouth. Scott watched in a state of exhausted bliss, with a self-satisfied smile this time that I hadn't seen before.

"You enjoyed that, huh?"

"Fuck yeah! That was awesome, man."

"Well it was for me too. I guess this is a good set-up for both of us."

"Absolutely."

From that day forward, Scott texted me more often. When I asked him a few days later what he did with his morning wood, he said he either jacked off or just tried to make it go down in a cool shower. What a waste! I told him the days I didn't have a 9 o'clock class (Tuesday and Thursday) would be ideal days for him to hop on his bike as soon as he got up and let me help him out.

With that invitation, I ended up draining that beautiful cock when he woke up two or three mornings a week. Sometimes, he just walked in without a word and came straight over to my bed, then stuck his hard cock in my mouth while I was still in bed. He would fuck my face from a standing position ("Take it, oh yeah, take it, suck that cock") until he needed to lie down and be serviced with me between his golden legs. I relished my morning protein shots and Scott obviously loved the outlet I provided.

I took care of his -- any my -- needs late at night some nights, too. After a night of drinking with his rugby buds, Scott would sometimes wake me up with a text after the bars closed at 2 am: "up?" Soon he was knocking on the door. Who was I to object? I would let him in and drop to my knees as soon as the door shut. When wasted, Scott was even less inhibited about ramming that cock into my mouth, and he talked as dirty as I could have asked.

I couldn't get enough and Scott had a seemingly endless supply of what I wanted. My education was indeed continuing.