I Love Cumshots

I LOVE CUMSHOTS

College - m/m - sucking, masturbation

This story is completely fiction; it is the story of a college student and his sexual pleasures and adventures. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now.

Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask.

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I love cumshots.

I always have. I've decided that it's probably because I was one of the last of my buddies to be able to cum when I was younger, and I really got turned on by watching them cum. I couldn't produce until I was 13 -- a late bloomer. But when a couple of my buddies started jacking off together and asked me to join in, I just knew I had to see those dicks -- and what they shot! They were nice enough not to tease me or anything. I had some great dry cums watching the real thing!

I got to jack them off myself sometimes, and I even got into sucking them before they'd shoot their jizz on my chest -- or elsewhere. I really got off watching those cocks swell up, turn red, and pulse just before those little lips opened to shoot out a stream of warm, white cum. When I could cum myself, our games continued, but I could shoot my own!

At home I'd arrange myself with my legs up on the wall next to my bed while lying on the bed, so my cock would be pointed right at my face. I tried to suck myself, but that wouldn't work. But I sure loved watching my own cumshots that way. I'd aim them for my chest -- especially my nipples -- or my face. Sometimes I'd even be able to get some in my mouth.

But when I got to college I knew I was going to have to be careful. It was a small conservative place, and I didn't know anyone there at all. I hadn't been able to use my computer a lot for porn athome -- thanks, mom! -- and I was really looking forward to watching those porn vids I'd seen sometimes -- or even jacked off to at a buddy's house.

I got my computer set up on my desk, which was at the far end of the room from the door. My roommate -- Chris, a nice looking guy also a freshman -- was set up in the same way on the opposite side of the room. The problem was that if he turned around, he could see what I was watching. So I watched my vids only when he was gone and I knew I'd have privacy, or I'd sit on my bed facing across the room with my computer on my lap.

I was used to jacking off a lot, and at the beginning I had to slow that down some. It took me a while before I got up the nerve to jack off behind the shower curtain in the communal shower room. I used the stalls sometimes. I was sitting in one once when another guy came in and sat in the one next to be. The sounds and movements were obvious. He was there for the same reason I was.

But the only cumshots I could watch, other than my own, were on my favorite porn sites, and that required using the computer. My favorite position was sitting back in my flexible desk chair in front of my built-desk -- naked, of course -- raising my legs with my heels on the seat of the chair. I'd click one of my favorite vids -- some were nice and long, too -- and start stroking. I'd edge for a while, because I wanted to see as much as I could before my balls drew up nice and tight and exploded.

I got away with this a lot, since I knew my roomie's schedule. I'd get asmuch cum on myself as I could, because I loved eating the stuff. But one day, I got caught.

His lab -- a two hour lab -- was cancelled, and he came back to the room. I guess I was so engrossed in the cock on the screen I didn't hear his key in the door. I looked up when he entered, my lubed cock in my hand and a close-up of a humongous cock on the screen.

Oh, fuck.

He didn't know I was gay, of course; no one there did. It's not easy being a horny gayboy in a dorm where guys run up and down the hall in their boxers and briefs. I assumed everybody there jacked off sometime, but there was little reference to it. Chris and I had never talked about it. And now I was caught ready to shoot a load.

"Well," Chris said. "Having a little fun, Huh?"

"Uh.. uh..." I stammered, like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Or in his tightie whities.

"Just... you know..." My cock deflated like a busted balloon. But, dummy that I was, I didn't think to turn the screen off I saw his eyes move from my naked body to the cock on the screen. "Oh, shit!" I turned around and shut it down as quick as I could, but I knew it was too late.

"That's a hell of a dick," Chris grinned. And I knew he was talking about the one that had been on the screen; it must have been at least eight inches long, and it had just begun to shoot a long stream straight up.

I covered my own dick with a hand while I reached over for my briefs. But as I pulled them up, I noticed that Chris was rubbing himself through his jeans. Enough that there was an obvious bulge there. That made me stiffen again, so my briefs had a bulge, too.

"Nothing wrong with a jack off session," Chris grinned. "Mind if I join in?"

Holy shit! Was I going to have a jack off buddy?

"Fuck yeah," I said. He pulled his jeans down and off, then went over to his bed, facing the computer on my desk. He pulled his light grey Calvin Kleins off, kicked his shoes and socks off, and he was left only in his tight T-shirt. (I always loved seeing him in his T-shirts, because he had a beautiful chest and narrow waist.)

I pulled my own Fruit of the Looms off, so there were two hard dicks ready to go. But then I realized that if I turned the screen back on, he'd know I was watching a gay porn site. There was no way I was ready to come out to anybody -- not even to Chris, even though we'd become pretty good friends.

"Come on, Jerry," Chris said. "Let's see some of that action."

Fortunately, the vid I had on was of just one guy, stroking his big cock and shooting that huge stream that would land on his shoulder. (I knew that because I'd watched that vid many, many times.) There wasn't any other guy in that vid, so it would just be a guy horny enough to jack himself off. That was fine, right?

I turned my chair sideways so I could see both the screen and Chris, and I turned the screen back on, clicking the vid to start from the beginning.

I knew every pixel of that vid by heart, so I kept my eyes on Chris. When that slender but well-build hunk on the screen lay down on his bed and pulled his jock strap off, Chris' eyes got big, and he spread his legs some so he could reach down to his balls more easily.

Damn, I thought. This is doing to be so hot it will sizzle.

We both started stroking with the dude on the screen, who was moaning like mad -- that always turns me on, too. It wasn't a long vid, and in a matter of a minute or so he shot that beautiful cumshot I loved to see.

Chris' eyes got even bigger when he saw how high that cum went and how much there was of it. "Shit, man... shit, look at that!"

I didn't, because I'd seen it many times. What I looked at was the blond headed guy sitting on the bed across from me, his trim waist showing his fast breathing, and his right hand stroking his beautiful piece of meat. I'd seen him naked before -- glimpses, anyway -- and had even seen a glimpse of his dick. But this was a different matter. His cock had to be at least 7" long, nice and thick, with a mushroom cockhead on which I could already see a drop of precum. It was the most erotic thing I'd seen (in real life, anyway) since I'd gotten there.

Then his mouth became an "O" as I heard some music start. Shit. I'd been watching my playlist of favorite videos, and the next one had begun automatically. There were two guys on the screen, and the camera moved in on the face of the guy sucking a cock.

Chris just sat there, not even stroking anymore.

"I've never seen... Two dudes? Fuck, that cock is big! Two?" He looked from the screen to me. "This is a gay site, huh?"

"Yeah."

Then he looked back at the screen and unconsciously started slowly stroking his cock again. With his eyes still on the blow job, he asked, "This is something you watch a lot?"

I hesitated. But, what the hell. I didn't know him well enough to know if I could trust him, but I did know he was a little more broadminded that some of the guys in the dorm.

"Yeah, I do," I said, keeping my eyes on him.

Keeping his eyes on the screen, he said, "Come on, Jerry." Then he grinned at me. "Get in on this."

So I did.

We got through that video -- it was a nice facial -- and two more. One was real short, just an unbelievable cumshot. The other was two twinks holding each other, each with his hands on the other's ass. I was glad they wouldn't be kissing; I didn't know how Chris would react to that. Then, still in a long shot, one of the guys knelt on the floor and started sucking. I glanced at Chris when I heard some heavier breathing from across the room.

He was going to cum. Damn. To a video of a couple of queers. I forgot the vid and watched him speed up his hand. The other hand went down to his balls. His cock was pointing outward, the cockhead a deep red. He started to groan, and I saw his thighs quiver a bit.

"Awww fuck yeaaaaaaaa..."

That little pee hole opened up and shot out a long stream of warm, white milk. It shot nearly halfway across the room -- probably six feet -- and landed on the rug we had there. It was followed by another shot that went down closer to his feet, then another that landed on his thigh. There was another long spurt that landed mostly on his fist, and I watch his last spurt land back on his blond pubes. Fuck, what a beautiful sight.

And the second he shot that first long stream, I started to cum, too. It was an intense one, like I hadn't had since my high school buddies. His moans only sent me further into a spasmic orgasm that resulted in several shots and a very nice load.

Naked with my roomie. Cum on the rug and floor between us. Two cocks, still hard, and two guys, still horny, looking at each other.

Now, what? This is the time he could get really nasty if he wanted to. He was in a position to do me a lot of harm on that campus.

But he smiled. "Jerry," he said quietly, still breathing heavily; "I haven't cum that hard in a long time." He paused to catch his breath. "Damn. That was fucking hot!"

I couldn't help but grin. I reached over to the box of tissues I kept close to my bed and handed him a couple. He cleaned off his hand and thigh first and then knelt down to clean off the floor.

I realized I was hardly breathing. It was a beautiful sight. This slender, toned, gorgeous blond, bending over to wipe up the floor. His shoulders moved as his arms moved; the muscles on his back moved under his smooth skin. His smooth ass was so perfect I could feel the reaction of my cock.

In for a penny in for a pound. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And all that stuff.

I knelt down on the rug facing him. He turned around, his still-hard cock only inches from my face. I looked up at him and opened my mouth. I could hear him give a little gasp when he realized what could happen next. But he didn't say a word.

He just moved one step closer to me.

I reached out with on hand and gently circled my fingers around that hot and still-wet tube of flesh. I slowly moved my tongue out -- so he could see what I was doing -- and licked twice at his peehole.

He sucked in his breath noisily. I looked up at him, and his eyes were fastened on his cock and my mouth. I licked around that mushroom head, washing it thoroughly and tasting the last of his delicious cum. I licked down the length of his shaft and moved back up the underside of it until I reached the underside of his cockhead. I sucked gently there.

"Ooooooo fuck..."

I could feel his heartbeat through the pulsing of the cock pressed against my lips.

"Ooooooo fuck yeaaaa... oooo fuck..." His voice was deep and raspy.

I had no idea if he'd ever had a blowjob before (I found out later that he had) or if he'd ever had one from a guy (I found out later he hadn't) Whatever his reaction at the end of it all might be, I wanted to give him a blowjob he'd never be able to forget.

His cockhead was fully in my mouth now, and I could move my tongue around it inside that warm, wet cave. I slowly, very slowly, took more of his cock into my mouth each time I sucked. Then I began to suck only as I pulled my lips up toward his cockhead. He moaned loudly at that.

"I want all of it," I said quietly, as I let his cock drop from my mouth. "Move back and sit on the bed."

I pressed gently at his thighs, and he stepped back. When he felt the edge of the bed behind him, he lowered himself and sat on it, and I moved between his legs.

"Lie back against the bolster," I said. He did.

For a moment I just looked at that hard, throbbing cock in front of my face. I looked down at his balls, with so little hair on them they were almost bald. I looked up at his pubes, a nice nest of golden-brown hair. I looked lower to see the little tiny hairs covering the area behind his ballsac and moving up into his crack.

He sighed deeply when I took his cock in my mouth again. I held it lightly, so what he would feel the most was my tongue and lips. I moved the other hand down to those two globes below his dick, and he moaned when I began to roll his balls gently.

I don't honestly know how many dicks I'd sucked before that. Not a lot, really. But none of them were a exciting as the one I was sucking on now.

I took that hot tool deeper into my mouth, so deep I could feel the cockhead at the entrance to my throat. Then I slid my lips back to the the cockhead, and I repeated that several times. Chris groaned and sighed so much it was as though there were music accompaning us. I let his cock drop and began to kiss his soft pubes, and then I moved my lips down into the crevice between his ballsac and his thigh. I felt his thighs open a little wider. He wanted a lot of this.

I licked and sucked there, and on the other side of his balls, for a while, and then I wanted the real thing. I licked wetly onto his ballsac, washing both balls gently and carefully.

"O fuckin shit o fuckin shit oooooooo..."

That was a first for him. I treated those balls to a great time, moving them up and down, side to side, licking up the center of the sac to the base of his cock and down again. Then I took one of his balls into my mouth.

"ofuck ofuck ofuck..."

I washed it carefully with my tongue, and then I began to suck. I'd sucked balls before, of course, but none that I wanted to please as much as the one in my mouth at that moment. Pulling it gently, moving my tongue against it inside my mouth, and moving my head a bit side to side. With my free hand I slid a finger along that line of flesh that begins at the back of the ballsac and moved it just a bit inside his crack. Then I moved to the other ball. I'd been able to suck two balls at once when I was in high school, but my buddies were hardly as big as what I was sucking on now.

With a ball still in my mouth, I began to hum. Just a tuneless tone, but a continuous sound that vibrated against his ball. Chris made a sound as though he were beginning to cry. I continued the humming as I placed my lips again at the underside of the base of his cock. Moving slowly up to his cockhead, I slid it into my mouth and sucked it in rapidly, all the way back to the opening of my throat.

This was it. I'd learned to deep throat at home, and here was another chance to eat the meat I loved most. I opened my throat and pressed my face into him. He gasped as he felt his cockhead slide through the opening of my throat into the tightness there. I pulled away slowly and repeated the deep throat routine several times.

His hands were on the back of my head by this time, not pulling me in, but just holding onto something that kept him from floating away on the most extreme pleasure he'd ever experienced. Slowly in, swallow the cockhead, slowly out. And then the sounds he made changed at bit, and I knew he was getting close. I used the hand at his balls to squeeze gently.

How I wanted to watch him cum again! My mind flew back to those arcs of cum he shot just minutes earlier. But I also wanted to take his cum inside me, to swallow his seed, to let his hot, slippery jizz slide down my throat to fill my belly. Fill my belly with Chris...

I kept one hand on his cock, guiding it as I sucked faster at the top half of it, and the other on his balls, squeezing regularly and gently.

"Awwww fuck yeaaa...gonna cum... gotta cum..."

I glanced up for a moment and saw that his head was thrown back; I couldn't even see his face, just his throat. His hands closed around my hair, and this time he was pulling me to him, pushing his cock into my mouth.

"OOOOOOO fuk fuk fuk..."

I felt the first shot blast from his hole and his the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly and then pulled his cock out of my mouth so he could shoot into my mouth or onto my tongue. I couldn't see a thing now, but I could feel that wonderful heat as his moisture filled my mouth and coated my tongue.

"Gaaaaaaa..." He sounded as though he were in great pain, but I know the sound of pleasure when I hear it.

His strong shots weakened a bit -- I have no idea how many times he shot -- and I swallowed several times as the last of his milk leaked from his cockhead. His hands were now on my shoulders; his arms were shaking a bit, and his sounds quited to small whimpers. I licked his cockhead and his shaft to clean the last of his cum; it was so warm and tangy and delicious on my tongue I almost hated to swallow it.

His body went limp against the bed and bolster; his legs fell widely apart. I let his dick, shining wetly from his cum and my mouth, fall slowly across his thigh. As it softened, it rolled back against his ballsac.

I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to touch him. But I knew the afterglow was an important part of a great cum. And I wasn't certain how he would react to having been sucked by a guy for the first time -- no matter how great the blowjob was.

He slowly rolled fully onto his mattress, pulling his legs up. He was on his belly, and I was still on my knees. I looked into his face and saw a very relaxed, very satisfied, very sexy guy.

Finally, he spoke. "This has been... this has been... the most fantastic... absolutely awesome, Jerry. Oh, fuck, Jerry. You are absolutely awesome."

I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath until I let out a long sigh.

"I'm not gay, you know," he said quietly. "And if you are, that's fine with me. If it needs to be a secret, I understand. Just..."

His eyes, big and blue, looked into mine.

"Just... We can do this more... I mean, if you want..."

Yes. I wanted. And I wanted more than being a great cocksucker for Chris, my roommate. But we'd have to see about that. For now, I felt relieved that he was not upset or angry. Excited that he obviously wanted more. (How much more would he want....?)

I looked at the beautiful, naked body stretched out before me and moved my tongue around in my mouth to get the last of the taste of him.

"Yeah, Chris," I said. "There's lots more."

And I'm sure there was! Would you like to hear more about Jerry's first year in college? I'd be pleased to hear from you.

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