Steps to Sucking Cock
by victoria_boy@hotmail.com
comments & gifts (yeah right) welcome M/m/M+, dorms, oral, mild domination, one way sex. Part 2
After being cummed on by my roommate the second time, I was worried as I went to bed. Was Brad going to tell? Was it normal behavior for two guys to jerk off together like that? Why did he dislike his own cum touching him, but I would let him cum on me like that? I tossed that night for hours, and finally told myself "I won't let it happen again." Neither of us had class the next morning, but some asshole pulled the fire alarm at about quarter to ten so we were both up early. After they let us back in the building we sat and talked for a bit. Brad was a cool guy, and I liked talking with him. Everything seemed so normal, despite what had happened. Eventually, the topic turned to masturbation. Brad said I was lucky to be un-cut, and un-cut guys have it so much easier when it comes to jerking off. I asked him what he meant, and he said that un-cut guys can stroke their dicks a lot more effectively than cut guys. He said jerking himself off was something he did only when he had to. He said it was almost a necessity for someone else to help him out. The topic changed again, but it was obvious Brad was horny. I was not nearly as worried about Brad saying anything, and was getting a little randy myself. Brad was sitting at my computer and I was lying on my bed. He turned and absent-mindedly started playing on the computer. Soon enough he was looking at some of his porn. I couldn't help it--I was hard as a rock. After a few minutes of constant re-arranging he finally said "That's it--time for me to drop another load." After a few seconds of my silence he said, "Do you mind?" I told him he could go ahead, and he started to play with himself a little more openly. After a few minutes he turned to see I was massaging myself through my PJs. "Sorry, I guess I am in your chair." He stood and rested against my bed, and I took the queue to move to the chair. As I stood, I thought for a second and decided to remove my shirt. Brad was smiling as I sat down and reclined the chair. We jerked off just like the other times, and I could tell Brad was into it. He had put his left hand on the left of my head this time, and was standing right beside me. Both of us knew he was planning on shooting all over me again, but he was smart enough not to scare me off. He slowed down again, and started pushing his dick down and around, letting it bounce back. He got a little braver, and pushed it all the way down so it hit my shoulder, and then he let it snap back up. When I didn't freak out, he did it again a few more times, and then wiped some pre-cum on me. I just sat there and took in this new experience and exploration. I did not know what to make of it, but did know I was turned on. Brad jerked off again for a minute, then went back to snapping his dick. This time he pulled it to his right and let it snap over and brush my cheek. I just sat there and kept jerking myself off. After a minute, Brad stopped all together. I looked up at him, almost as if I had done something wrong. He explained "it" was sore. He said that's why it sucks to be circumcised. Too much of the same motion made it hurt, not like when someone else does it for you. When someone else does it, the grip changes and it feels a lot better. I was still stroking myself, but only a little bit at this point. He jerked off again for a second, but stopped quickly. He snapped it a few more times, and I could feel it touch me. He paused as if he was carefully choosing his words, and then asked me if I would help him for a minute, just to get him going again. Like an idiot, I did not know what he meant, and asked him to explain. He grabbed my left arm and brought it across my body, moving my hand up to his cock. I tensed up for a second, but relaxed as he wrapped my fingers around his cock. "Just stroke it for a few seconds. It will make it feel a lot better so I can continue." I never agreed, but did not pull away. I stroked it a little, but was also stroking mine with my right hand. I could not see the screen well over my arm, so I just looked at Brad's cock. It really was big, and felt quite strange. I had never touched anyone else's dick before, and was amazed how soft it was. I knew my own dick like the back of my hand, but Brad's dick was new and amazing. I realized I had stopped moving my right hand, and was only holding my dick as I stroked Brad's cock. I loved how I could make his whole body shake by simply manipulating this organ in my hand. I turned my body a little, and let go of my own dick completely. I was fascinated by this new experience, and wanted it to last forever. I was working him well, and he was moaning quite a bit. I could tell he was close, and knew I should stop but couldn't control my actions. He was on the edge. He gasped, and I kept working his cock up and down. I felt it swell in my fingers. He squirmed as he shot his first volley up across my arm and chest. I did not think to aim the thing, and caught the next one coming down on my face. I first felt the heat of his cum hit my skin, and then the heat of my blushing skin as I realized I had not only had my roommate cum on me again, but this time I had made him cum on me. I slowed my stroking, and as if by instinct squeezed out the last drops of cum. Brad took he cock back and wiped his dick again. He mainly wiped on my shoulder, but the last drops were wiped on my cheek. He looked down at my cum-covered face and said "Thanks" as he moved away and put his shorts back on. "I'm going to go have a shower. I'll leave you to it." Brad walked over to the door, and opened it wide. Thank god no one was outside to see me covered in my roommate's cum. The door closed and I reached for my own dick. It was as hard as it had ever been. I hope Brad had not noticed. With the sexuality of the past 15 minutes, it took me less than one minute to bring myself to the edge. I came hard and mixed my own cum with Brad's still covering my body and face. Brad's cum had held it's consistency while I took care of myself, but mine had quickly started to run. As I was milking my own last few drops, Brad came back in the room and smiled down at me. "I forgot my towel," he said. "Looks like you need a shower more than I do."The rest of that day was torture. I had blown three very big loads in the past two days but I was still in need of massive satisfaction. My afternoon classes were a write off, as I had no blood in my brain at all. I passed Brad on camps after my second class, and we chatted for a minute. His coolness made me quite comfortable with what had happened. I had one more class to go, and Brad had a spare and then a long lab so we said goodbye until after dinner.
When we did see each other that night, it took only seconds for him to ask if I wanted to jerk off again. I was easily persuaded, and told him it was fine by me. He said "Great! Let's get started... take off your shirt" as he pulled off his own pants and shirt. I was a bit more modest and changed into my PJ bottoms before I assumed my usual position to lower my pants and begin my pleasuring.
Brad didn't ask me to jerk him off. Instead, he started himself. He didn't even try and play a game about his dick touching me. He would jerk for a second, then rub his cock on my shoulder. Then again, but he would touch the side of my head. After a few minutes, he said he had an idea.
"Move over to the sofa," he said. The sofa was really a 1960's comfortable single bucket style chair, but it was like a one-man sofa. Without any objection or thought I went to the chair and sat down, still playing with myself. "Pull your pants up--I want to try something and don't want your dick to get in the way." My pants came up and I sat there in my PJs on the chair. Brad walked over to in front of the chair facing me, and mounted the arms on his knees so he was sitting over top of me, his crotch at head level. His legs were spread, and I guess he didn't want to hover over me like that with my dick out of my pants.
He rested one hand on the chair back behind my head, and began jerking off with the other. All I could see was his dick. It couldn't have been more than 4 inches from my face. He masturbated for a minute, and brushed my face a few times. My hands were on the outside of the armrests, and without thinking I had moved them to hold his legs. He grabbed my arm and brought it forward as he said "Stroke it for me."
My hand quickly latched onto his dick, but I hesitated to pleasure him. He again told me to stroke it, and I slowly started. I worked his dick well, and really studied the organ. It was very big, well proportioned balls, and had a clean circumcision. I could smell it and could feel the heat it produced. Brad was moaning and twitching as I continued to play with his dick for him. I jerked him for about five to six minutes before I noticed the porn on the computer had ended.
Brad told me to play with his balls. I started to remove my hand when he told me to keep stroking it, and to play with his balls with my other hand. I felt a little dumb, but quickly recovered. Brad moved one hand off the chair back and used it to point his dick away from his body. He was close, and the extra stimulation was clearly going to make him cum. His dick swelled hard, and I worked it for all I was worth, and could tell he was experiencing the full pleasure of an orgasm.
"Here it goes" he faintly whispered from above. I could sense him looking down as I looked straight at his dick. One of his hands quickly reached down and pushed his dick down as I kept stroking. Just as his dick aimed square at my face his first shot came, then his second, and third. I had noticed he shot big loads from my earlier experiences, but this was the biggest by far. Some time during his orgasm Brad brought his hand back to steady himself on the chair and I must have just kept his dick pointing the way he left it. I had cum on my forehead, over the bridge of my nose, all around my mouth, my chin, neck, cheeks, and at the end his dick just drained the last bits of cum down to my chest. The sheer volume of cum on my face was amazing.
"Just clean the end off" he asked. For some reason I did not object, but took my second hand from his balls and drew the last smears of cum off his dick head. He went to stand up, and I realized I would have to release his dick if he was going to move. I just sat there covered in cum, afraid to move as he gathered his things for another shower. As soon as the door closed behind him I stroked for only a few seconds and shot a massive load on my chest. I struggled to find a towel or something I could use to clean myself up.
When Brad returned from his shower, he said he could still smell his cum in the room. He said he couldn't stand that smell. I sure could smell it, and I could still feel where it had been on my skin even though I had cleaned it off. As I was leaving to get ready for bed, Brad discovered a shot had missed me and landed on the sofa. I grabbed the cumrag and dabbed it up before I left for my own shower.