This is as true as my memory but the names where changed to protect the guilty.
My Education at Emory
I started my freshman year at Emory University at the beginning of Winter quarter. The dormitory I lived in was a temporary building , with very small individual rooms, and with a community shower on each of the two floors. One of the first people I made friends with was a guy named Tom. We would get together after we were through studying and shoot the bull for about a half hour, then head for the showers. We'd go to a movie sometimes on the weekends, but nothing on a regular basis.
After a month or so, we took the train to Montgomery to spend a weekend at my parents house. Another friend, Howard, traveled with us, but didn't stay at my house as he had an aunt there that he stayed with. We got in too late to go out for the evening, so we visited with my parents, then hit the sack. I had bunk beds, and Tommy slept in the upper.
The next night the three us went out to one of the local watering holes and drank beer. We dropped Howard off then headed home. When we pulled into the driveway, Tom scooted over next to me and grabbed my crotch.
I asked what the hell he was trying to do.
He answered that he was trying to get me up a hard.
We went in, went to my bedroom, and stripped to our shorts to go to bed. After brushing my teeth, I lay down on my bed. By this time I was hard, and the idea of someone playing with my dick started to appeal to me. He sat down on the bed and started stroking me, and I mentioned that it felt mighty dry, hoping he would take the hint and suck it. About that time, all the beer I had drunk was starting to make me sick, and I left for the john to barf. That was it for the night.
The next day we packed up and caught the train back to Atlanta, arriving so late that all of us went straight to bed.
The next evening after I finished studying, I took a shower and returned to my room, wearing only my bathrobe.
Tom was in my room when I returned and was sitting in the swivel chair at my desk. As I passed, he reached inside my robe and squeezed my dick. I had some business with a guy across the hall that only took about a minute.
By the time I returned to my room and closed and locked the door behind me, my dick was starting to swell uncontrollably. I slipped my robe off and lay down on my bed, and, as I expected, Tom sat on the side of the bed and started stroking me. After a few minutes, he told me that if I'd turn off the light, he'd suck it.
I turned it off!
Sure enough , he starting sucking my dick.
After a few minutes I found myself asking Tom if I could do his too, to which he readily agreed.
It was the first time I had ever sucked an adult dick. The only prior experience I'd had previously was childhood experimentation with a few neighborhood guys.
He had a really small cock, and while I enjoyed it I knew there was something more.
That was the last time I sucked him while we were in college, although he did mine frequently.
The next year, I decided that engineering was what I wanted to study, so I transferred to Auburn.
There, I had a job in the afternoon working as a soda jerk at a popular drugstore adjacent to the campus.
There was a young high school guy working there named Bobby and he and I became good friends.
We would sometimes go to a drive-in movie after work on weekends.
To my considerable surprise, I'd find my dick getting hard just being in the car with him.
There were a couple of guys that affected me that way when I'd see them in the shower when in boarding School, in Columbia, Tennessee, but I was afraid to act upon the urge.
The next time we went to the drive-in movie, I parked on the back row, and there were no other cars around us. After we sat through the movie, and were into the previews before the next showing, I started into an approach that I thought had some promise of success, as it worked for Tom on me the previous year.
I started telling about the night Tom reached over and grabbed my crotch, and told the story ending with Tom going down on me.
I asked him what he would have done had that happened to him. I did not include my sucking Tom too.
He said that it sounded like it really felt good.
I told him it started off just like this, as I reached over and whisked my hand across his crotch.
He didn't flinch.
So I rubbed against it a little harder and felt his cock starting to swell.
To my surprise, he said," I' ll go along with that".
I then unbuckled his pants, and as he raised his ass, I slid them, along with his shorts, to his knees.
What a beautiful cock.
Uncircumcised, and about seven inches. And him just a high school kid of 17.
After stroking it for a minute of so, I leaned over and started sucking and licking the head, working in down a little further each time, until finally I deep throated him about every fifth time I'd bob my head.
I asked him to let me know when he was about to cum.
After a few minutes he said it was getting close. When I tasted the pre-cum, I went down as far as I could, and his load went straight down my throat. I then pulled away, took my hand and milked the remaining cum, licking the drops from his foreskin.
That was my first taste of cum, and I regretted that I had not started much earlier in life, but the right circumstances never arose.
How delicious it was.
We left the drive-in theater and went back to my room.
He called his mom and asked if it were OK for him to spend the night out, and she agreed.
We both showered then got on the bed together.
It was several sessions later before he started sucking me too, but it was worth waiting for.
We enjoyed these sessions until I finally graduated.
As a postscript, in talking with Tom years after we were both out of college, he told me that in the Emory Library basement, the mens room had a lot of glory holes and that hardly a day went by when he didn't give at least two blow-jobs there.