THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION. Any resemblance to real people or places is coincidental.
I walked through the door of the casual bar on the edge of campus where I went to college. It was a basic place, with a u-shaped bar, some tables in the corners, and a rather large pool room in the back, with eight tables.
There were always people there to drink beer and play pool. The bar also had a reputation as a place where guys could find other guys for quick hookups. It wasn't a "gay" bar, as lots of different people drank there. It was a "college" bar, and everyone in college is horny!
Generally (though there wasn't a rule,'), guys who were interested in hooking up with other guys sat on one side of the bar. I sat on the other side of the bar, so I could see who was looking.' I ordered a beer. A couple of friends I knew who were also "regulars" stopped by to say hello. One asked if I wanted to play pool, so I left my spot and went to the back to play a couple of games.
While I was there, I saw another guy at one of the tables I had played pool with before. He was a straight guy but we had played pool one night and he remarked during our banter that he was between girlfriends. I made some sort of comment, apparently, that he had found funny, and as we continued to play pool we became comfortable with each other. After a couple of games, I asked him if he wanted to come over to my place and smoke a joint. (That always seemed to be a good starting point.) He said yes. This is the story of that evening.
We left the bar, and I offered to drive him over to my place and then return him to campus after we had gotten high and listened to some music. (I lived not too far from campus but not on campus.) It just took a few minutes to get to my place. I had the place to myself during the summer.
We sat in the front room and I rolled a couple of joints and put on some music. I had a decent stereo and record collection, with a penchant for classic rock and roll. As the music started up, I torched the first J and we both inhaled deeply as the magic weed did its work. We rocked out to the music as a nice mellow high worked its way over us. At the end of the first J the album side was over and I got up to flip it. When I sat back down, we started chatting. Danny was a senior just like I was. He was majoring in political science, while I was studying psychology. He asked how I could afford such a nice place, and I let him know I had a housemate who was gone for the summer, and I was working a job, so wanted to stay. I was starting graduate school in the fall and didn't want to move.
He asked if my housemate was a girlfriend, and I assured him not. (I had moved to this place after my former housemate--a woman--had discovered some gay porn in one of my drawers and "outed" me to my friends. She apparently had designs on a relationship with me that was not to be!) Danny had not been living with his former girlfriend, so their breakup was actually not overly problematic. I explained to him that I had been living with someone else until the middle of the year, and described the breakup in non-specific terms. He asked if I was dating anyone at the moment. I said no and asked him the same thing. He also replied in the negative. Then he asked what I did when I got horny. (Pot made him bold!) I said I did what every other guy did when he got horny (demonstrating with the universal jerk-off motion). We both chuckled. "Yeah," he said. "I do that more than I like."
I fired up the second joint, took a deep toke, and passed it to him. The music continued in the background. "You ever find a chick to go home with at the bar?" Danny asked me. "No, haven't ever really been looking there," I replied. We took another hit on the J. The music continued. "Does pot make you horny?" Danny continued. "Of course it does," I replied. We took another hit off the J. "You ever met up with a guy from the bar?" Danny asked. Again, bold! "Yeah, I have," I honestly replied. "What do you do with them?" he asked. "Well," I said as I passed the joint back to him, "sometimes we jerk off together and sometimes it's a blow job. I don't really do anything else."
"Yeah, I've heard that guys give better head than girls do. Has that been your experience?"
"No question about it," I replied. We took the final hit on the J, again as the record ended. I got up to change to another album. "That is really good weed," Danny said. "Yeah, I like it a lot," I replied, as I sat back on the couch.
"Would you ever consider giving me a blow job?" Danny asked me. "I've never had a guy do it to me before."
"How about tonight?" I asked him. "Sure," he said softly. I got up and turned the lighting down in the room until it was almost dark. "Want one more J first?"
"Yeah, I'd like that." I rolled another one, and we smoked it up. As we got close to the end of the J, I slid closer to him on the couch. "How does this happen?" he asked me inquisitively. I reached over and began rubbing his leg. "Just lean back and enjoy the feeling," I said. He did exactly that, kind of slouching back into the couch. My hand slid up his leg to his crotch, where I rubbed his cock from the outside. He kind of tensed up. "Relax," I whispered. "Let me do all the work." I continued to rub him and felt his cock responding. I undid his belt, and unzipped his jeans before moving in between his legs. "Lift up and let me get these jeans off you," I instructed him. He lifted his body up and I slipped the jeans down. Then I untied his shoes and removed them, then slid the jeans all the way off. He was on the couch in his white briefs, a hard cock bulging inside them. From my perch in between his legs, I ran my hands up the inside of each leg toward his crotch. I ran my hand over his hard bulge and he shuddered from the pleasure. I looked up at his face and his eyes were shut, a dreamy expression on his face. I squeezed his cock through his briefs, and he moaned. I slipped his briefs down and off, leaving his throbbing cock pointing straight up, hard as a rock. I wrapped my hand around it and jacked it up and down a few times, with him continuing to moan from pleasure.
Moving in a little closer, I held his cock in one hand and squeezed it. I bent down and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. He squirmed and moaned. I took the other ball in my mouth and licked it as well. Then I let my tongue move up the underside of his turgid cock, letting the velvet texture of my tongue caress up to his cockhead. Then I went up over the top and slipped his cockhead into my mouth, pressing his cock to the roof of my mouth with my tongue on the underside of his cock. His moan was guttural. Swirling my tongue on the underside of his head, I began up and down movements, going slowly deeper each time. I made sure his cock was nice and wet, and let my lips do their magic. Each time I went farther down on his cock, his moans got louder. Finally, I had his entire cock in my mouth and my nose in his pubes. With his entire cock throbbing in my throat, I hummed to give it a little vibration while rubbing my tongue on the underside of his cock. His hips bolted up off the couch, plunging his cock into my mouth. We began a mutual rhythm: me using my hand and mouth to slide up and down on his cock, him doing his best to face fuck me. "Oh, gawd," he moaned. "That feels SO good!" We continued this interplay, my tongue slobbering on the underside of his cock, my mouth sucking and keeping that cock under pleasure pressure, my hand wrapped around his girth, sliding up and down, his hips bucking upward. Soon he moaned under his breath, "that's going to make me cum." I continued my ministrations, milking his cock as he continued to hump into my mouth. His moans became continuous and louder. "Oh, gawd. Oh, gawd." With his cock fully down my throat, he made one major thrust upward and emptied. I felt his spasms in my throat and through my lips. I heard his moans demonstrating his pleasure audibly. Every drop of his steaming hot college cum went down my gullet. I stayed impaled on him, nose in his pubes, until I felt the last of his orgasmic thrusts fade away. Then I slowly sucked my way back up his cock, cleaning him off while fondling his balls, until his semi-hard cock lay over his pubes. I rubbed the inside of his thighs again as I moved away. "Gawd DAMN," he said. He sat there for a few moments, his eyes still shut, shaking his head in disbelief at the pleasure he had just received. I moved up next to him on the couch. He rolled his head over and looked directly at me. "That was the best BJ I ever had," he said with a BIG grin! "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure," I replied. In the somewhat awkward aftermath, he reached down and pulled his briefs back up, tucking his now-sated cock inside. Then he grabbed his jeans off the floor, stood up, and put them back on, sitting back down next to me.
"Another J for the road?" I asked with a smile. "Sure as fuck," he said. I rolled another one and we began smoking it. "Will you keep this between you and me?" he asked quizzically. "Of course I will."
"Maybe we can do it again sometime."
"I'd like that," I said.
We finished up the joint, and I drove him back to campus.
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