I was recently on business near Sean's apartment in college and more memories came flooding back. It was over 20 years ago but felt like yesterday at the same time.
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Sean called me one early Saturday afternoon and asked me to come up for a visit. He wanted to see me right away and wasn't going to take no for an answer. I ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I took a look at my pubes and felt like my bush would pass the test. I wasn't shaved or trimmed but I wasn't fully grown out. He wanted me so badly he was going to have to accept whatever my condition. My whole shower my dick was nice and plump. That stage where its still hanging but thicker and larger than normal. I kept staring at it, wondering if it was as nice as people said or they wanted to make me feel good. Sometimes I look at it while jacking off and get excited at the thought of sucking it. Not because I can self suck (I can't) but because its a dick I'm attracted to and want to suck. Other times I imagine standing in a lineup (something you do in fraternities) and wonder where I would rank on the list of dicks in terms of attractiveness. I will admit, sometimes, not often, I jack off staring at my dick as if it weren't mine, but on the body of a guy I crush on, and get off at the idea of sucking it. My dick might not be my ideal dick but it certainly was Sean's. He could never get enough of it.
I threw on a t-shirt, boxers and basketball shorts and got in the car for the 45-50 minute drive to Sean. I called my "girlfriend" and chatted with her on the way to Sean's. I call her my "girlfriend" because she was a girl I knew at a different school and we decided to start "dating". We never saw each other but it made for an easier excuse why I wasn't hooking up with random girls all the time. Half my fraternity brothers were in relationships and the other half hooked up with any girl that gave them attention. I was losing interest in girls but needed to keep a cover. I liked her. She was nice. We were friends. It solved a problem. It didn't last long because of the absurdity of the situation but I enjoyed it while it lasted. I didn't hide from my friendship with Sean and let her know each time we hung out, leaving out the most important details. I got to the gate of his apartment complex and selected his name from the screen. No answer. I pushed again. No answer. I told my girlfriend I needed to hang up and call him from my cell. No answer. I tried the gate box again. No answer. Cell phone one more time. No answer. I didn't panic and think something was wrong. He was a pothead. Most likely he passed out. A dick move knowing I dropped everything to run up to his apartment at his demand to suck my dick but what was I to do? I backed out of the gate, called my girlfriend and went back home.
That night all my friends were going out. They were pregaming at my place before hitting up a club. I just wasn't feeling it. They got to my place at 11 and started drinking, my roommate mostly entertaining them. They tried to get me to go out but I liked the idea of being home alone and jacking off to Sean. I never got to taste his dick that day so I needed to do the next best thing. Imagine my lips wrapped around his perfect 5.5" hard banana curve dick and that large mushroom head sucking the precum from his pee slit. Taking those 2 perfectly sized hairless nuts into my mouth while my hand is wrapped around his throbbing dick. Pull out my hard dick and rub it against his dick while our foreheads touch, the most intimate we ever got. I needed my friends out of my place as quickly as possible. It was getting difficult to manage my hard on.
Around 11:45pm the apartment phone rang. One of my friends answered assuming it was the front desk to send up more friends but the person on the phone asked for me. My friend called out over the music and chatter that someone named Sean was on the phone for me and needed to talk. I immediately panicked. Why would Sean call me at 11:45 at night on a Saturday. Everyone knows that is booty call time. While he didn't know I would have friends over, he knew I lived with someone who would equally question another dude calling me at 11:45pm on a Saturday night. Guy friends don't call each other at 11:45pm on Saturday night to chat. My roommate had met Sean before and knew he was a childhood friend, the rest of my friends did not. I quickly told my group of friends that it was one of my oldest friends and he was going through something and probably needed to update me. I took the call in my room. Why didn't Sean call my cell? It made no sense he would call my apartment phone.
I got to my room and waited to hear the hangup from the other room. Sean apologized for blowing me off, he passed out and never heard the phone. I told him it was a dick move since I dropped everything and jumped in the car driving nearly 2 hours roundtrip for nothing. We never discussed our activities or sessions. Always unspoken. I waited for him to say more as we sat in silence. Finally he broke the silence and said he wanted me to come over but it was obvious I was having a party. Instead of standing up for myself, I immediately replied that I wasn't going out and would jump in the car. My head was telling me to go off on him but my dick was telling me I needed the taste of his dick in my mouth. I could hear the smirk on his face. He knew I wanted his dick as much as he wanted mine, no matter what he did. He told me if I got in my car and hauled ass to get to him he would make it worth my time. The first time in all our years where either of us even referenced our sessions. Just as I was about to tell him I'd see him in 45 minutes the phone in the other room picked up. One of my frat brothers, who luckily hadn't heard anything, called us fags and asked if we were done with our phone sex session because I needed to rejoin the party before they left. I panicked. Did he know something? Had he heard our conversation? I quickly realized there was no way he heard anything and he was just being a dick. I told him to fuck off and get off the phone and after I heard it click, I apologized to Sean. His demeanor changed. He told me clearly it was too late, now nearing midnight, and I should hang out with my friends. I told him they were leaving and I would be there as quick as I could. The moment passed. He was no longer interested. He told me he would reach out soon to reschedule and then threw in he would still make it worthwhile. After quickly deflating, my dick got immediately hard. I told him I would still come up and then spend the night, making it equally as worthwhile for him. I was impressed with myself. I had never been that forward. There was silence and then Sean told me he'd reach out soon and hung up. Lesson learned. Be there for Sean when he has needs and let him control the relationship on his terms.
My friends left. I cleaned up, got ready for bed and had a hard time falling asleep. Why would I continue to let myself be used by Sean on his terms? For 6+ years, after hooking up more than 100 times, I never put myself first. I was there for Sean when Sean wanted me but he couldn't be there for me when I wanted him. Something needed to change. It was time I said something. Before falling asleep I put together my plan. I would call Sean the next day and tell him I was coming up. I wasn't going to tell him we need to talk, he would tell me he was busy. I was going to tell him we were going to continue what we started the day before. As I put the final plans in place my incredibly hard dick was telling me it needed a little attention. I pulled back my blanket, lifted up my shirt, pulled down my boxers and sweats and my dick slapped back at my stomach. I looked down and saw some precum leaking out of my pee slit. My pee slit staring back at me begging to be licked. I tried to self suck but couldn't get close. I just wanted to taste a dick. I grabbed hold of my dick and started jacking off to the only thing in my head. Sean's dick. Within seconds I finished, never cumming so quickly. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape him. We were equally each other's drug. I was so tired I didn't even clean up. I pulled up my sweats and figured I would deal with it in the morning.
The next morning I woke up and got showered. My boxers were kind of stuck to me from my cum. Pretty gross to wake up to in the morning. Cum has always kind of grossed me out. To this day I've never even tried my own. Recently I look at it more and more but I still can't bring myself to try it. I always fast forward porn and OF to when the guy finishes, watching to see how they cum, but never wanting to have it in my mouth. It was early afternoon and I was about to call Sean when my cell rang. Sean's name appeared. I answered.
Chapter 6 coming soon.