Jackson

John and I had become very good friends as accounting majors,

then roommates during our junior year. As track team members,

we trained together, keeping about the same hours. Before we

agreed to be roommates, though, John felt it necessary to tell

me that he was gay. "I'm only telling you that in case you

have a problem with it." I told him I was cool with that. "And

to put your mind at ease," he added, "I won't be putting any

moves on you. Unless, you want me to, that is," he laughed. He

was always such a comedian.

On numerous occasions, we talked about our sexual needs and

frustrations. We agreed that we weren't "gettin' enough." He

reminded me that if he hadn't promised not to hit on me, that

he'd be suggesting that we take care of each other. He really

needed a big, stiff, black dick up his ass and I had the worst

case of blue balls after going on several of my dates. My

dates wouldn't put out and his dates wanted him to be screwing

them, instead of him being the bottom (which was clearly what

he loved the most).

As the end of our junior year approached, I grew more sexually

restless. In his subtle way, John told me about his men

friends who were trading blowjobs with him. He extolled the

technique he used to get them off and how many repeat

customers he had.

Finally, one warm Spring evening in early April, John was

again bragging on his prowess as a cocksucker. His description

was particularly lurid. My dick got hard inside the underwear

shorts that I was wearing. With a 10" cock, it wasn't easy for

me to hide that much meat. It wasn't like John hadn't seen a

big bulge in my shorts before. He'd seen me naked many times

(never hard, though).

"I see you like my story," he chortled. "I always knew you had

a really big one. You ready to get that blowjob you need?" he

grinned.

I shifted uncomfortably on my bed. My hard cock was bent

painfully downwards. I moved it around with my hand, so it was

pointing upwards. That only made its contours more pronounced

and TOO tantalizing to John.

"You really need me to help you with that, Man!" John

suggested. "You know you'd love it and you obviously need some

relief." His milk-chocolate skin glistened in anticipation. He

knew I was weakening.

"Well, I, uh...." I stammered.

"Jackson, lemme ask ya somethin'. You ever get a blowjob where

you were able to really fuck their face and go down their

throat?" I didn't answer. "Thought so."

"I don't know about this, John," I protested.

"I swallow, too. Any of your dates do that, or did they just

jack you off? Or, maybe you had to finish yourself off?" He

sure made accurate guesses. I looked up and smiled at him.

"You just lean back and I'll do the rest," John announced

breathlessly. "You're gonna love this."

I watched his sinewy body glide over to me. His jogging shorts

tented menacingly with that black snake throbbing beneath the

material. He made no pretense about hiding his big dick when

we were alone, so I knew how big it was when flaccid as well

as nearly hard. Many mornings, he awoke with a piss hard-on.

He didn't mind displaying it. I never let him see mine,

though.

John gently pushed me back on to the bed. I didn't resist. His

hands rubbed lightly over my chest and down to my crotch.

"Just relax," he crooned. "This will be the best thing that

you've ever done for yourself." One large, black hand caressed

the swollen shaft of my hard dick, straining to be released

from its cloth prison. The other hand teased an erect nipple.

When his hand slipped under the waistband of my underwear and

spread the pool of precum I'd leaked over my dickhead, I knew

I had but a few seconds to stop this. But, when John's mouth

closed over the thick head of my 10" cock, I also knew I was

too late. A moan of profound pleasure escaped my lips. " Fuck,

YES!" I whispered hoarsely.

He released my cock from his oral cavity. It slapped against

my hard stomach with a resounding splat. After he tugged my

briefs down to my knees, he returned to his quest. My dong was

like a leaking, ebony steel post. It throbbed and waved at his

lips and tongue, leaking more precum. He resumed his task with

the patience and experience of the cocksucking artist that he

was. I could feel my swollen cock hit the back of his throat,

then it began to inch downwards. His deep-throating coaxed

another, "Fuck, YES!" out of me. He'd nearly gotten to the

thick root of my rod when he pulled off.

"That's some cock you got there, Jackson," he smiled. "Stiff as

steel, too. But, I'm not going to get all of it down at this

angle. Lie down on the bed and I'll really show you how a good

cocksucker does it."

Obediently, I did as he asked. I'd nearly cum already with

just a few seconds of my love muscle down his throat. Getting

it all the way in would release the flood of jism I'd been

reluctantly storing for a couple of days. My dick was already

oozing big drops of cum instead of precum. John licked them up

greedily. "I hope there's lots more where that came from. I

love that stuff!"

I nodded dreamily. This is okay, I thought. A great blowjob

from a friend. No big deal. I wasn't gay. Just enjoyed good

sex, I rationalized. But, when John straddled my head so my

stiff piece could slide down his throat more easily, I was

staring up at his thick, long, 9" cock. It was parallel with

his stomach and throbbing and bobbing between his stomach and

my face. I turned my head aside. I didn't want to even seem to

be close to his cock and balls. But, when his dick leaked onto

my cheek, I turned involuntarily. I was mesmerized by his

naked trouser snake. I couldn't stop watching it throb with

each beat of his heart.

John had completely engulfed my thick, long cock by then. His

throat massaged my shaft as his head pistoned up and down on

it. I couldn't hold back if I'd wanted to. And, I didn't want

to!

With the muffled roar of my climax, he started to gulp down my

shooting load of hot spunk. I was thrusting up into his

throat, burying my horsecock as deeply as possible, releasing

wave after wave of my creamy offering.

Each time I fired, I saw his cock jerk. And each jerk

slung more precum around my face and neck. He grunted

noisily around the black dick discharging cum down his throat,

then stiffened. Even though I was still squirting my load, I

could tell that he was about to cum himself. Almost before I

could register that thought, John's overheated dick shot a big

streak of hot cum from his dickhead clear up to his chin. Most of

it landed on me. I didn't care much, though. I was still

getting the cocksucking of my life, and still blasting more

jism down an eager, willing throat.

John pulled off my cock just far enough to keep the dickhead

in and savor some of my cum. He reached for his cock and

jerked it a few more times to finish his climax, spraying both

of us with more of his load. When his climax subsided, he

stripped the shaft of my wilting dick with his fingers to get

more juice out of me.

"Mmmm," he sighed. "You sure taste good, Jackson. Thanks for the

load." I only sighed with contentment. That was a good

blowjob. So what if I got cum all over me. This wasn't the

first time that had happened, but it was the first time that

it wasn't my cum. He laughed softly. "Sorry about spraying my

cum all over you. But, DAMN, Jackson, you turned me on so much

with that big cock of yours down my throat that I couldn't

hold back. I wasn't even touching my cock and I shot a big

load. DAMN!" he laughed aloud. I smiled up at him.

"No harm, no foul," I replied, returning his smile.

"Told ya you'd like it," John grinned back at me. I blushed

and averted my gaze. He was right and I knew it. "Anytime you want a

repeat performance, I'm up to it," he continued. "I'd suck

that big cock of yours whenever you wanted me to."

"Yeah, well, you caught me when my guard was down and I was

too damned horney for my own good," I rejoined.

"Whatever," John shrugged. He knew I'd be back for more in less

than a week, even though I didn't know it, yet. And I was back. In

less than a week, I was standing beside his bed while he blew

me after a particularly vexing time with my current

girlfriend. She'd gotten me all hot and bothered, then decided

she didn't want to do it. I'd stormed back to the room that

John and I shared, but he knew how to quickly fix my anger. In

less than a minute, my pants were a puddle around my ankles

and his lips were wrapped around my expanding cockshaft.

He expertly sucked my cock, massaging my balls with one hand

while jacking me off slowing into his waiting mouth. Once

again, I was squirting in under a minute from the time his

mouth closed over my cockhead. He WAS an expert! And by the

time May arrived (less than a month from my first blowjob from

him), he was blowing me every day. He got me off in several

positions, including sitting on his face while he jacked off

with me. John really loved that. As finals approached, the

stress release provided by our sex was helpful, but not

complete. I still need to fuck a hot pussy, but wasn't getting

very far, and John was still looking for a big dick to sit on.

By the third day of finals, he was suggesting that we again

help each other out, but not orally. We both needed something

more "deeply satisfying," I think he called it. I didn't

quickly understand what he had in mind, but he quickly

explained it to me.

"I'm not some damned FAG," I spat at him. "I don't fuck ass! I

fuck pussy!"

"Not recently, you haven't!" he shot back. "I'm not asking you

to be a fag, Jackson. I just thought we could help each other out,

that's all. Get over yourself. Look at what's been going on

between us, for Chrissake! Why do you wanna put a label on it?

You've been likin' it, haven't ya?"

I flashed in anger, but didn't lash out at him. He was a good

friend, after all, and what he was saying was absolutely true.

We'd done each other a lot of good with our sexual outlets.

"Come on, Jackson. What's eatin' ya?" I only glared at him. I

wasn't sure what it was, but I wasn't sure I wanted to examine

it, either. "I know you've been likin' my blowjob, so what is

it?" Again, only silence from me. "Ah, hah! I'll bet I know.

You've been enjoying getting your dick sucked by a guy and now

you're afraid you might like fucking a guy's asshole, too. Is

that it?" he smiled.

I couldn't believe he'd said that. Although I hadn't thought

of it in those words, that was exactly what I was thinking.

And my face registered that recognition. "Okay, so what,

Jackson?" John said. "You've been getting a good blowjob from me

the last couple of weeks almost on a daily basis, but you

still are goin' out with the women and fucking the ones that

will let ya put it to 'em. So, my guess is, you ain't queer,

anyway. Just a horney man. So, what's the problem here?

Fuckin' my ass isn't going to change that. If anything, it

will make finals week easier to get through and put a lot less

pressure on you trying to get laid when you should be

studying." He paused. "How'm I doin'?"

I could only smile at him. The logic was sound, but this was

an emotional issue for me. I just couldn't get over the idea

of what fucking a guy's ass meant to my sexual labels. John

was certainly eager enough. So, the problem had to be mine.

"Just leave it alone, okay?" was about all I could say. I

didn't know what to do, but I couldn't face it now. But, that

evening, I faced it again. John was giving me another one of

his expert blowjobs when he suggested that this would be a

good time to see how tight his ass was. Besides, we both

needed some really hot sex to take off the studying edge.

"John, that just isn't what I'm all about. I don't mind a good

blowjob. You're good at it and I enjoy it as well. But,

fucking ass just isn't me," I added.

"Look at this pretty ass of mine. Think about how tight it

would be. And deeper than any pussy you've ever fucked. You

can go balls-deep with me and I'll only be beggin' for more."

He paused for a moment. "Besides," he added, "you don't have

to worry about me getting pregnant." I could only laugh at

that. He was right, but that didn't really change anything for

me.

"Something this big is bound to hurt you, John," I hedged,

waving my hard 10" meat at him.

"I'll be the judge of that. I've had guys as big as you before,

anyway," he lied. He'd had a couple of guys almost as big, but

none my size he admitted later. "A little lube and it'll slide

in as pretty as you

please." I hesitated just long enough for him to see me

weakening. He quickly grabbed some KY jelly out of his desk

drawer and applied it to my cock. He turned around on all

fours and faced the wall. His butt was at the perfect height

to take my long dong as I stood at the edge of his bed. He

reached behind himself and pulled me toward him. My cock

brushed against his ass and bounced skyward. With a practiced

hand, John moved my thick fleshy pipe to his winking butthole

and pushed backwards. The head and two inches of my cock

disappeared up his butt. I was transfixed by what had

happened. I'd done nothing, but here I was with my stiff prick

up my best friend's asshole. At the same moment, we both

sighed with contentment. He'd been right. This was tighter

than any pussy I'd been in.

I pushed forward a little bit, then withdrew to the head. This

really felt good! I repeated the action several more times,

each time going deeper. John only moaned with pleasure. My

hands were on his hips now, bracing myself for the forward

plunges and withdrawals. The pace was slow, but resolute.

His buttcheeks rubbed against my crotch hairs, finally. I'd

never been that deep in anyone before (with the possible

exception of John's throat a few times during the last month).

I ground my hips forward. John gasped, then groaned with

pleasure again.

"Damn! You ARE big, Jackson," he said. "Just give me a minute to

get used to how deep you're going. This is really great! But,

keep fuckin' me, Man." I resumed our pace of lazy thrusts and

withdrawals. But, as exciting as this was to me, I knew I

wouldn't last much longer. John had already heated my sexual

fires with a few minutes of a blowjob before we started

fucking. A tight ass like this around my swollen dick was more

than I could possibly resist.

John reached behind both of us and encouraged me to go

deeper and faster. Although, the encouragement wasn't

necessary, I increased the pace. His butt bounced noisily

against my crotch with each thrust forward, and his throat

moaned with pleasure with each withdrawal rumbling over his

prostate. He raised off the bed and leaned his back into my

chest. My arms moved to surround his broad shoulders, reaching

for his nipples. I knew they were sensitive during sex. Many

times while he blew me, I'd gently twist his nipples. About

the time I was ready to blow my load down his throat, he'd be

about ready to cum in his shorts or on the floor or on me.

This was going to be no exception. The stimuli of having his

nipples tweaked while his butt was ravaged by my ass stretcher

pushed him over his climax barrier. Without touching his dick,

he sprayed his bed and the wall with volley after volley of

creamy love juice.

And each shot from his cock roared through his butt with

clenches and clamps on my pistoning rod. I was racing to a

climax that would increase in intensity with each spasm of his

body. With a shout, I started to unload my ball honey into his

hot hole. I pounded and pounded on his butt, firing more and

more cum into him. He grabbed his own cock and jerked harder

to get more climax pleasure. He pushed back into me to get as

much of my cock as he could buried deeper into him.

Both of us finally slowed down our furious coupling and lay on

the bed. I was still connected to his tight butt. When I tried

to disconnect, he protested. "Don't pull out! I love this

part. Just let it soak in there. More cum will leak out into

my ass, and that's the whole point of this, isn't it." I

didn't contradict him. I merely nodded and pressed my hips

forward.

Maybe, I was queer (bi-sexual at the very least), but right

now, I didn't care. I'd enjoyed that too much to not repeat

it. And we did several more times before the school year was

over.

During our senior year, we were even more intimate, but that's

another story.

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