This is a quick story about a brief incident that took place around the time I turned 18 and graduated high school. All completely true.
Part 8
The college bathroom seemed a little slow during the Spring break time, and I stopped by the bookstore again. I was there briefly when a thin young guy with redhair and light beard stubble came by, and nodded his head toward the back door. It was more of an order than a suggestion, and I followed him out.
It was dark outside, but I recognized this guy from somewhere. Then it hit me- he was a college student teacher that had been at my school earlier in the year, in the math class. He didn't seem to recognize me.
"Wanna come over?" He asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Yeah, sure," I replied, "I can follow you."
He wasn't too far away, in an apartment near the major shopping mall. He didn't say anything when he got out of the car, so I scrambled to keep up as he headed to an upstairs room.
When we got inside, he asked, "Want something to drink?" I nodded, and he opened a beer and poured it into two glasses. There wasn't too much conversation, as he seemed to eye me hungrily. When I set the glass down, he reached over and rubbed my shoulder, then my back and rear. I responded in kind, for a moment, until he pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees in front of his crotch.
Silently he unzipped the front of his pants and pulled out a long, thin cock, then placing his hand on the back of my head, he placed it on my lips. I automatically opened my mouth as he inserted it. It was clear that my purpose was to service him, and so I began to massage his pole with my tongue and lips, as he gently thrust deeper into my throat.
After a short while, he backed up and pulled off his shirt and kicked his pants the rest of the way off, revealing a light freckled complexion with soft reddish blonde hair. I pulled my clothes off, too, as he laid down on a small bed and spread his legs.
Once again, it was obvious that my job was to bring him pleasure. That's why he had picked me up. It was unspoken, but I knew what I was spposed to do. I began massaging his legs and thighs. "Turn over," I suggested. He rolled onto his stomach, and I started the massage at his neck and shoulders. I worked down his back to his thighs and calves, enjoying this as much as he was.
When I reaching his butt cheeks, and kneaded and massaged them, them pulled them apart to look at the little hole. I was fascinated by how it looked. There was a little fuzz around it, and he smelled soapy and clean. Without thinking, I reached down and licked up his butt crack. It felt incredible.
He moaned, as I licked back and forth, concentrating around the hole.Just as I was getting into it, he rolled over and said, "get on your back."
I laid down, and he took my cock in his mouth for a moment and gently sucked on it. Man, I was so close to coming, and this was the first time he had really reciprocated.
After a few moments, I said, "Slow up, or I'll shoot!"
He looked up, then edged up, straddling me on the bed with his knees at my armpits and his cock facing into my face. He pulled a pillow behind my head, positioning it at an angle, then inserting his cock into my mouth.
In that position, I couldn't hardly move my head, and so he started fucking my mouth. At first it was slow and gentle, and I reaching around to massage his butt as he thrust into me. I knew he was highly aroused now, and his pace increased and he started pushing deeper in my mouth. I could barely swallow my saliva, and I was starting to gag and choke as he continued fucking my mouth.
It was starting to get a little scary, as several times he forced himself into my throat until his pubic hair was over my nose. I retched and gagged but he didn't seem to notice or maybe he didn't care. He was horny.
By now he was breathing heavy and he had his hand behind my head to hold me steady as he pounded me. I knew what was about to come. He had to be ready to climax. I was both hot and horny myself, and also scared that I would choke on his spooge.
He groaned out loud and then pulled out of my throat as the first shot covered my tongue and teeth. As he continued pumping loads of steamy, milky cum it filled my mouth and ran down the side of my face and neck onto the pillow. His hand continued behind my head, and as he slowed his cumming, he pushed his cock in slightly and held it in my mouth until it began to soften.
Finally, he gently extricated himself from my mouth and sat back on his honches still straddling me, and reached down to rub a glob off of my chin.
I was out of breath, but I began to swallow the loads in my mouth and felt its slimy, tangy substance dribble down my throat.
"Thanks," he grunted, rolling off of me, and sitting on the side of the bed, his legs still partially draped over mine. "That was good."