Organization: University of Massachusetts Boston
The following is a work of fiction, although it would be nice to see it happen. I wrote it for friend I chatted with on the net in the summer of 1993. He and I never got a chance to meet in person, but this might have happened if we had. The story involves consensual sex between adult males. Enjoy!
SUCKING ROGER
It was a hot afternoon in August, and I was really horny. One of those days where you want to peel off all of your clothes just to stay cool. I was at work, but being so horny made it really difficult to concentrate on getting any work done. It had been a long time since I had sucked some hard young cock, and I was in the mood for some action. Even though I was comfortably cool inside my air-conditioned office, I needed to be outside, sweating in the sun, and cruising for cock.
I made some excuses at work and headed out. Occasionally I cruise some rest rooms of a local medium-sized university, and usually it is a rewarding experience. You find all kinds there. Sometimes staff or faculty who are dying to get some great head, but whose wives won't suck cock, sometimes a hot young frat boy or two, straight, gay or bi-, who is just curious or plain old horny as hell, or sometimes, if you're lucky, a high school kid who's taking summer credit classes and curious about dick suck.
I fondled my crotch through my jeans as I drove out the parking lot. Maybe today would be a good day for some action. I'm in my early thirties, tall, slender, clean-shaven with longish hair. I've been happily married to a fine woman for several years, and we have a great sex life, but she doesn't have seven inches of hot cock between her legs ready for me to suck. She doesn't know that I love to suck cock, and there's no reason for her to.
As I drove I scoped out guys along the way. I saw a hot guy in skimpy shorts and a tank top, biking along the side of the road with a female companion. He had dark bronzed legs and short blond hair. I glanced over at him as I sped past, and wondered if he had ever worked that cock of his in and out of a guy's mouth before. I squeezed the bulge that was growing in my jeans and drove on.
Pulling into a parking place near campus, I looked around. There were a few people walking around, some people lying on the grass reading or catching rays. I walked to a building that had a reputation among cruisers for being a pretty popular pick-up spot. The mens room in the basement was the place, and I headed down that way. The basement is quiet and deserted in general. This particular rest room has a heavy door that creaks mightily when opened. There is a short foyer rounding a corner that opens up into the room. These features give it a good deal of privacy. At least if you're in the middle of something you have a second or two to get yourself together before being intruded upon.
I opened the door and walked in. The sinks were immediately on the right, opposite a wall on the left. Farther in, four stalls were on the left, and four urinals on the right. Surprisingly, no one was in there. I took the opportunity to check for new graffiti on the stall walls, but there was nothing interesting. I moved to the farthest urinal in and freed my cock. While pulling it with one hand, I massaged my balls through my underwear with the other hand. I continued to stroke my cock slowly, wondering who would be looking for a hot blow job today.
In a few minutes I heard footsteps outside, and the heavy door swung open. I kept one hand on my cock, eased farther into the urinal as if I were getting ready to pee, and stared straight at the wall ahead. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a young guy, maybe 25 years old, enter. He had short brown hair and was dressed in preppie shorts and a polo shirt. He took the first urinal, the farthest away from mine, eased out his cock and begin to piss. I continued to stare at the wall in front of me. As his piss flowed, I thought, "Ah well, not this one. We're definitely here for different reasons." As he finished and turned to leave, I glanced over at him. He had nice tanned legs and a good build. Would have been a great suck job. He left and I was alone again. I began to fantasize what it would be like to suck him off, squeezing his balls and slurping on his cock. My own cock began to harden as I played with it.
As I was gently tugging on my rod, the door opened again. A guy slowly entered and approached the urinal two away from mine. What a bod! He was tall, maybe 19 years old, with shoulder-length blond hair cut evenly. He was wearing cut-off jeans as shorts and a tee-shirt. He seemed muscular, but not muscle-bound. He was gorgeous! He pulled his cock out from within his shorts, and held it with his right hand, enabling me to glimpse it from where I stood. He didn't start to pee right away, but instead tugged gently on his cock and leaned back ever so slightly, as if to give me a better view of his rod. I waited several seconds, then eased backed from the urinal just enough so that he could watch me play with my cock if he wanted, without being too obvious. He pulled his cock a little faster, and openly stared at me and my tool. "Aha," I thought, "here's a live one who's looking for some fun!" I caught my breath as I imagined how great it would be to suck off this stud. Boldly, I moved to the adjacent urinal that had separated us. He looked up at me, smiled, and then stepped back a bit, so I could see him fully. He had pretty green eyes, but what a cock! His cock was cut, already about six inches long, and getting harder. With his other hand he eased his tee-shirt up to his chest. The golden line of hair from his belly- button that fanned out into a beautiful blond bush nestled around his cock and balls was irresistible. I reached over and caressed his tummy and slid my hand down to his cock. Grabbing it, I began to jack him slowly. He closed his eyes, leaned back and enjoyed the ride.
My own cock was as big as it ever gets. I just had to suck this delicious cock of his. "C'mon," I whispered, and walked over to the last stall in the row. With me still holding his cock, he willingly followed. Letting go of his rod briefly, I quickly dropped my jeans and underwear and sat down on the seat. With him standing in front of me facing me as I sat on the stool, I resumed my attentions to his cock. I stroked it and fondled his balls. His cock was even better close up. It had that fresh cock smell, and pre-cum was just starting to leak from the slit.
Wasting no more time, I began to lick his cock. As he softly moaned appreciation, I moved both hands to play with his balls as my mouth engulfed his cock. He was rock-hard now, but I could still slide my mouth up and down the full shaft. As I pumped his rod with my mouth, I flicked my tongue around the head when I came back to it. He unbuttoned his shorts, and they fell to his ankles. I was surprised to find that he wasn't wearing underwear! I moved my mouth from his cock down to his huge balls. I kissed them, and gently took one in my mouth. There was no way both of his balls could fit in my mouth at once. He moaned softly as I slide my tongue over and engulfed his other ball. He ran his fingers through my hair, and pulled my face up onto his rod. I happily started sliding his cock into my waiting mouth. On the next stroke I could feel his tummy hair tickling my nose and his ballsack against my chin.
I moved my hands around to his butt and began kneading his ass cheeks. He had a firm young ass, and I rocked back and forth on his cock as he fucked my face. He continued to moan softly as I began working his shaft in earnest. I loved flicking my tongue around the head of his cock, tickling his cum-slit, as he rammed that huge thing in and out of my mouth. As I moved a finger into his crack to explore his asshole, he moaned and whispered that he was going to cum. I sped up my motions on his cock and paid extra attention to caressing his cock head with my tongue. Again he whispered that he was going to shoot. I let him know that I wanted his cum by staying firmly attached to his cock and glancing up into his eyes. He was gazing down at me through half-open lids, and he smiled.
He bucked hard, and pulled my face against his groin while I simultaneously pulled him closer with my hands on his butt. He started to unload his hot juice in my mouth. I eased back a little, so I could take his load. He resumed his thrusting, and moaned louder as the cum continued to pour from his cock. This guy clearly hadn't had any in quite awhile - he just kept cumming. I swallowed as fast as I could while still being able to savor the thick salty treat he was giving me. Again I looked up into his eyes. Now he was watching me anxiously, apparently happy to see me swallow his white-hot cum load. I smiled as best I could with his cock in my mouth gushing his cum into me.
As his cum flow gradually slowed, I pulled off, grabbed a breath, took his cock in my hands, and began licking the head gently. He moaned more, his cock bucked, and more cum rolled out. I eagerly lapped that up, and moved back down to kiss his balls. I took them one at a time into mouth, gently rolled my tongue around them, then moved back up to kiss his cock. He was still oozing cum from the head of his cock! This guy really gushed the white stuff! I licked the cum from him like a lollipop.
When it seemed clear that he had cum all he could, I pulled my mouth from him, although I couldn't bring myself to let go of his cock. I looked at him standing there, with his shorts around his ankles and his tee-shirt pulled up to his chest. He was gorgeous! He leaned down, kissed my forehead, and whispered what a great blow job I had just given him. I replied that it was easy when he had such a great cock and huge cum load. He whispered, "C'mon, meet me outside." With that, he pulled up his shorts, hid his barely-reduced cock back inside, and headed out the door.
"Well," I thought, as I pulled my thoughts together, "I've just pulled the cum from the depths of his balls with my wet mouth, and still this hot young stud wants more! Fine with me!" I pulled my jeans up, got my unsatiated cock back inside my underwear, and went out into the hallway. I saw the guy slowly walk outside the building, making very subtle "Follow me" gestures.
I followed him outside to find him sitting on the grass in the sun. I walked near, and he motioned for me to sit beside him. I wanted to pounce right him and ease his cock down the leg of his cutoffs to play with, but decorum prevailed so I sat at a comfortable distance.
"Hi, my name is Roger," he said. "You sure suck well," he quietly continued. "That was the hottest blow job I've had in a long time, best ever from a married guy," he said, smiling and glancing at my wedding ring.
"Hi Roger, I'm Chris," I replied. "That was the biggest wad I think I've ever swallowed."
"Yeah, guys tell me I shoot a lot. Sometimes when I jack off it spews up and hits me in the face."
"I believe it. Wish I were with you to lick it off. You've got a great cock, and I love sucking it for you," I said.
"Wanna blow me again?" Roger asked. "Maybe a long slow suck somewhere private?"
I was ecstatic. "Now?" I asked. "Can you cum again so easily?"
"Well, it won't be quite as big as load, but sure, I can cum for you anytime the way you work my cock. I loved looking down and seeing you take my hot load," Roger answered.
I thought a minute. I'm usually antsy about taking strangers back to my place, but this guy was so horny and looked so honest that I seriously thought about asking him to come over. I hadn't sucked any cock for so long, and here this hot stud wanted to feed me two mouthfuls from that gorgeous cock in one day.
"Come home with me," I said, not believing my voice. "I don't live far. My wife won't be home for a couple of hours, and I'll suck you long and slow, or any way you like it. I wanna slide my tongue around your cock and slurp the hot cum that you're gonna shoot down my throat." Talking dirty like that turned me on. The way Roger's cock was easing down the leg of his shorts said that he didn't seem to mind, either.
"Yeah, Chris, I wanna feel you on my cock, and watch you take my load. I could shoot right here."
I chuckled. "Well, save some for me, Roger. Pull your shorts down back over your cock, and come with me."
We stood up, and Roger discreetly adjusted himself so that we wouldn't be arrested on the spot. As we walked over to my car I mentioned that I lived about twenty minutes away, and that I'd bring him back to the campus. He said that was fine, and we started driving to my place.
As we rode, I tried to make small talk with him, find out where he was from, his interests, and so forth. Roger didn't seem interested in that, however. He took my hand and guided it to the soft bulge in his shorts. Thank heaven for automatic transmissions! He slid over a little in his seat and eased down a little as I massaged his cock through his cutoffs. Playing with his cock like that got me horny, and I began muttering to him about how I loved it when he fucked my face with his tool. He was turned on all the more, and began bucking his hips gently, while moaning, "Ah, yeah, Chris, take my cock in your mouth. Suck me, suck me, buddy!"
I didn't want him to cum right there, without me in place to swallow another round of his cum, so I gently removed my hand from his bulge and tried to concentrate on my driving. Fortunately, we were nearly home.
As I pulled into the driveway, Roger adjusted the bulge in his shorts so that his cock was not hanging out beside his leg. All I could think about was getting at that cock, and sucking it some more. We went inside, and I showed him the guest bedroom. I thought he would tear off his clothes in an instant and fall on the bed ready for me to suck him again, but that was not the plan.
Roger pulled me close to him and began kissing me as he unbuttoned my shirt. His hands worked their way down my front, and began to unbutton my jeans. I broke our kiss long enough to pull his tee- shirt over his head, then began kissing his neck and shoulders. I kicked my shoes off as he helped me out of my jeans. He stood back up and quickly shucked his shoes and socks. I pulled my socks off, and kissed his nipples and chest, working my way down to his stomach and belly button. As I was reaming out his belly button with my tongue, I unbuttoned his cutoffs, he kicked them off, and I squeezed out of my underwear.
There we were, both totally naked, with his cock bouncing inches below my chin. I couldn't believe I was doing this in my own house, but he was so gorgeous and so horny that I had to take him again. I gently pushed Roger onto the bed and climbed aboard after him. He stretched out fully, spread-eagled on the bed. Holding his cock with one hand, I fondled his balls with the other. Moving below his cock, I could smell the musky scent of his earlier cumming.
He moaned softly as I began kissing his balls one at a time.
"Yeah, Chris, work those balls. That's it, awww, yeah!" Roger exclaimed. This guy loved getting sucked, and I was just the guy to satisfy him.
I moved from his balls up to his cock, and let it slap me in the face as it swayed in front of me, awaiting my kiss. Tugging gently on his balls, I kissed the head of his cock a few times, then pulled away to see his reaction.
Roger peered down at me from the head of the bed and said, "Yeah, beautiful, man, work those balls. Take my cock, Chris. Suck me hard!"
I needed no further invitation. "I'll suck you, Roger. Shoot me that hot load," I replied. I moved my hands up to his cock while I took it into my mouth. Jacking him slowly with both hands, I ran my tongue over the head of his cock while I bounced up and down on it. I pulled my hands from his cock and began sliding up and down his shaft faster and deeper. Gazing up at Roger, I saw him smiling and watching me suck him.
"That's it, buddy! Work that hot cock. Make me cum. Make me cum, Chris!" he said.
He absently played with my hair as I continued to work on his cock. I slid my hands under him, to his ass, and he arched up so I could finger his asshole. Before I could slide a finger into his butt, he pulled me around. He wanted to 69 with me!
I eagerly swiveled sideways and eased my legs his way. He slid over and turned so that he could get to my cock. Roger's head parted my legs, and his warm mouth found my cock. As he took my cock head into his mouth, I sped up my motions on his cock. I moaned as he began sliding his mouth up and down the sides of my cock.
The kisses Roger was planting on my cock were driving my crazy. I pulled off his cock long enough to lubricate my middle finger and cry out, "Suck me, Roger. Take my cock!"
I resumed my attentions to his cock, and he started riding mine with his mouth. I eased my spit-covered finger back to his asshole, and pushed. He began fucking my face in earnest as my finger slid into his asshole. I could feel his balls tighten at my face, and new that he would cum. I bucked my hips, and thrust my cock deeper down his throat.
Roger shoved his cock down my throat to the hilt, his balls pressed against my face. He held his cock there, and started to spew his hot cum. He thrust again, and I could taste more of his hot cum as I swallowed quickly. I worked my finger in and out of his asshole, and felt that glorious throbbing in my balls that indicates I'm gonna shoot.
He continued to shoot his cum down my throat as I fired my load into his mouth. Roger pulled off me a second, then took my cock in his mouth again. I held his cock his cock in my hands and cried out, "Yeah, Roger, take it, buddy, take it! Eat my cum!" I humped my hips into his face and he worked my cock as the cum rolled out. Meanwhile, on my end, his cum load had slowed, but continued. I licked up the cum I had missed and kissed his cock.
As I pulled my finger from his asshole, he took my cock from his mouth long enough to mutter, "Great blow job, baby, great suck, great suck." I slurped up some of his stray cum, and pulled off of him.
"God, that was amazing," I said. "You still shot a huge load, even after I sucked you once."
"Yeah," he replied, "felt like you haven't been hoovered in awhile, either."
We rolled apart, and I moved up to be next to him on the bed. We laid together, still sticky and naked, as we caught our breaths. Without thinking about it, I took his no longer swollen cock in my hands, and gently caressed it. Roger looked over at me and smiled.
"I'm gonna be on campus all year. Think we can get together again?" he asked.
I laughed out loud. "Hell, yes, if you want that cock sucked again, just whip it right out. I can take your cum anytime."
Roger smiled again, and leaned over to kiss me. We cuddled awhile longer on the bed, then got cleaned up, and I drove him back to campus. But not before we traded phone numbers. That night my wife asked me how my day was. I told her that it was pretty hard, but that I got through it okay.
Roger and I managed to meet several more times, always having great sex, sometimes with more than just the two of us. But those are stories for another time.