COLLEGE GAY GROUP III
"I expected it to hurt when he stuck it in, but it didn't. Uncomfortable, yes, but entirely tolerable and when he started to go in and out it felt great. I can't really explain the feeling in my can but the overall sensation of being fucked was all consuming. Sort of a fulfillment of my gayness I guess. Anyway for some reason he wanted to cum on my face. That was sort of degrading, but I liked it. He licked some of the jizz off and gave me a long kiss. It was an afternoon of firsts! Then he began to suck my weenie. It was eager and he was in no hurry to get me off. I can't explain that either but it felt more like someone making love to me and my organ rather than just raw sex. He was slow and tender but I was really fired up and the pressure behind my 'nads began to build in only a couple of minutes. I started to squirm and moan and I didn't have to tell him I was on the verge. He stopped sucking and started to just circle the groove behind my cockhead with his tongue. Rather than slamming into an orgasm, I just crept up on it. Wonderful to feel ever more tightness down there and my dickie was getting super sensitive. When I unloaded, the cum really squirted out. It was like it had been dammed up and the reservoir was over filled. I must have shot almost a dozen spurts until I was empty. If there was any doubt in my mind as to whether I was gay, that afternoon slammed the door on any question."
"Great story. Time to call it a day. We meet again same time same place on the second Tuesday of the month," Dan said.
The meeting started with a question as to how to tell if you have a gonorrheal infection. Dan's answer was that infections can be present and transmissible without any symptoms, but the doctor can run simple inexpensive test to prove it one way or the other. "So if in doubt, check it out," he said. So, who has a story for us today. No hands went up, everybody was looking around and finally a tall redhead with a face full of freckles stood up.
"Name's Jon. The week before I left for college my Mom came up with a great idea. I'd had the same paper route ever since grade 8 and she suggested I go around, explain that I was leaving for college and that Sylvester Graham would be their new paper boy. Then give them his 'phone number. She thought some of my customers might treat me with a goodbye thank you tip. So Saturday morning I made my rounds. There was a nice old lady who got around on a walker and rather than heave her newspaper up the driveway I always got off my bike and put her paper inside her storm door. Some of the customers gave me a couple of bucks but she gave me $25! It was about ten in the morning when I got to Timothy Elway's little cottage. I had wondered if he might be gay. Lived alone, bachelor, smallish, maybe 5'6" and sort of, er, mousy. That morning he was still in his bathrobe. It was starting to rain and he asked me in and told me to wait while he got his billfold. He had a big wide screen TV and there was a gay porn movie playing. Wow! I'd never seen anything like that! I was staring at it and I didn't hear his stocking feet come back.
"From that bulge in your jeans it appears you are enjoying my movie," he said. "Come sit down and watch a while."
"He led me to a loveseat and when he sat down his bathrobe fell open and his boner was pointing straight up toward the ceiling. It was about six inches long with an oversized head that was wider than the shaft and sat there like a WWII Nazi helmet. Now my attention was bouncing back and forth between his dong and the TV."
"You must be all uncomfortable all jammed into your pants like that, so come on and take 'em off. Oh mercy, what a pretty penis! One rarely sees an uncircumsized one any more. Could I withdraw your foreskin and see your glans? What a pretty pointy little tip and you must be at least eight inches long! I can't make my mind up. Would I like to be impaled with it or should I suck it?"
"He decided on the latter. He knelt in front of me, reached into a drawer of the table at the end of the loveseat and took out a rubber glove and a little tube of lubricant. Then he put his forefinger on top of the root of my tool and his thumb underneath and drew them up the shaft."
"Looked what I found," he said.
"A few drops of precum had emerged from my piss slit and began to drip down my super extra hard cock. He bent forward, again retracted my foreskin and licked up all the clear fluid he had harvested. I was so hard my nuts were drawn all the way up and were sitting beside and almost above my shaft. He licked them and slowly worked his way to my cockhead. He finally. Took me into his mouth and gave my glans a vigorous suck. Then with the lightest touch I could imagine he began to suck my whole tool. Slowly, gently with his tongue circling as he sucked."
"Delicious! You taste delicious! I'm guessing this is your first time and you will have a short fuse, so I'm not trying to tease you, but I want this to last. Your lollypop is beaucoup tasty," he said.
"Then he pulled on the rubber glove, lubed his forefinger and gently slid it up my pucker. While his finger was wiggling in my butt, the tip of his tongue was dancing on the tip of my tool. Light touch notwithstanding, the escalation to the world's most gorgeous feeling, that of inevitable ejaculation, was beginning. I told him I was getting close, but he didn't pause. The tension in my pelvis rose, and rose. My entire sensory apparatus was now concentrated in eight inches of penis and the intensity was almost painful. I was close ....oh so close....oh..OH YEAH! POW! The cum zzzzzziiippping through my cock was so violent it felt like I was shooting hot little pebbles. My dick jumped off his tongue and was squirting jizz all over the place.
"In a couple of minutes I came back to earth and he asked if I would like to suck him. Guess what, I said yes. He gave me a glove, stretched out on his back and asked me to massage his prostate while I sucked. And again I said yes, but I had no idea how to stroke his prostate."
"OK, palm up, now put your finger in. Good, now crook your finger like you were motioning me to "come here". Now on the end of four finger you should feel a firm lump. That's the spot to gently rub. Yep, you've got it, now put your mouth to work."
"In a few minutes I felt his prostate to about double in size and a second later his tool started to throb and his warm spunk bathed my tongue. I swallowed it all and I liked it a lot but I was disappointed not watching him squirt."
"Selfish of me, but I was enjoying it too much to have you stop. Tell you what, you have a few days left before you're off to college, so let's make a date. I really want to feel your tool up my butt and I promise afterwards you can suck me again and I'l let you watch me shoot."
"So I did, he did, and it was pretty neat. He wants me back on Thanksgiving break."
The meeting broke up and as we were getting dressed a boy sitting behind me said, "Name's Tom. Great story. I'm uncut too but we're the only ones here."
He was sort of a mousy kid. Not tall, mousy brown hair, common features, lean build but an oversized cock with an unusually big head still half hard from the story. "Like you, I've only sucked one other weenie and I liked the taste but from what I'm hearing we have a better flavor than the cut guys," he said.
"Well maybe we ought to sample that for ourselves. How about coming back to my room and we can check it out?" I said. His smile was genuine and wide, he nodded his head and we headed for my room.
TO BE CONTINUED