Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Straight College Cock--Jackson

As I approached Jackson’s apartment complex, I saw him sitting on the curb by the sidewalk smoking a cigarette. I pulled to the curb, he stood up, threw his cigarette in the street, and got in my SUV. “Hey man, what’s up?” I asked after he shut the door. “Ummm,” Jackson said in a rather quiet tone, “I was just gonna talk to you about something…can we drive around for a while?” “Sure, man,” I answered him back as I pulled into the street.

There was quite a long silence as I drove around campus, then into the major part of the city. “So what did you want to talk about?,” I finally asked Jackson, wanting to break the silence. “Ummm, poker was pretty interesting the other night, huh,” Jackson said in a somewhat low tone. “Yeah,” I readily answered back, “I can’t believe Ryan pulled that ace high straight out on the river!” Was Jackson really wanting to talk about the game? The way the conversation started just didn’t make a lot of sense. After more silence, Jackson finally spoke again in his low tone. “Ummm, I wasn’t really talking about the game,” he said. So, if Jackson was talking about the game, this meant he could only be talking about one thing. “So….what are you talking about then,” I asked him. “Ummm,” Jackson started slowly, “I was talking about what you did to Ryan after the game…” “Ohhh yeah,” I said, smiling inside because I knew I was right, “well, we all agreed to pay up if we lost…” “Yeah,” Jackson responded. Jackson was visibly nervous now, as he kept moving his hands around and fidgeting in his seat. “So….I was wondering,” he began again very slowly, “would…you…do to…me what you did…to Ryan?” After he said this, I noticed that Jackson had moved a hand to his crotch and was absent-mindedly rubbing himself.

There was more silence and more restlessness from Jackson as I processed what he had just asked me. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to get my hands on Jackson’s dick. But my hands weren’t the only thing I wanted on it either. I checked the clock on my dashboard, and it was now almost 2:30 a.m.. I was approaching a 24-hour supermarket and decided to pull into the almost empty parking lot. Neither Jackson nor I had said anything since his statement, and the silence continued as I pulled into the north side of the parking lot. I put my SUV in park, and turned to look at Jackson. He was staring out the window. “So,” I began, “you want a hand-job?” Jackson turned his head from the window and looked down. “Well,” he began slowly, “I…ummm…yeah…I mean…it looked really hot when you did it to Ryan, and…ummm….I been thinking about it…” “Look Jackson,” I said to him, “I’m not gonna give you a hand-job…” He was still looking down and kind of shrugged his shoulders when I said this. “But,” I continued, “I will give you a blowjob.” Jackson’s head turned quickly toward me, and I could see the confusion on his face through the darkness. “What???,” he said, not seeming to fully comprehend what I had just told him. “Yeah,” I told him, “I’ll suck your dick for ya…you’ll like it a lot better than a hand-job.” “Wow…ummm…I dunno Sam…I just…” I could tell Jackson was still somewhat confused as I slowly reached my hand over and placed it on his crotch. The feel of my hand through his clothes seemed to clear Jackson’s mind, and he let out a big sigh. “Ahhh man,” he breathed out slowly, “are you sure??” “Yeah,” I said in a low tone, my hand rubbing his growing crotch, “very sure.”

Maneuvering around in the front of an SUV so you can suck dick isn’t easy. I suggested to Jackson that we move to the bench seat in the back. He climbed through the two front seats, turned around, and sprawled out. Once he was situated I followed Jackson into the back, but instead of sitting on the seat beside him I remained on the floor. His legs were stretched out, and I was in between them. I put my hands on his legs, right above the knees, moved them a little farther apart, and heard him let out a low sigh. I looked up at him, and from the parking lot lights I could see a slight smile on Jackson’s face.

Jackson’s cargo shorts were baggy, and it was easy for me to run my hand up one of the legs. His skin goose-bumped as I touched it, and he sucked in a short breath of air. My other hand moved to his crotch, and it felt hard under my touch. My left hand slowly massaged Jackson’s growing bulge, while my right hand moved higher up his thigh. Jackson’s breathing was becoming harder, but he otherwise remained silent. My right hand reached the leg of Jackson’s boxer shorts, and I slowly slid in. Another low breath of air escaped from his lungs, and his body tensed a little. I moved my left hand from Jackson’s crotch and wrapped it around the calf of his right leg. My other hand slid higher up the leg of his boxers, and I soon felt the tangled mass of his pubes. I ran my hand over Jackson’s bush until it was blocked by the base of his hard dick. As I slowly wrapped my hand around his hot shaft, Jackson’s body shuddered and he finally spoke. “Ahhhh fuck,” he said, in a low and also whispered voice.

Before I had a chance to, Jackson was undoing his cargo shorts and was starting to pull them down. I quickly pulled my hand out of the legs of his boxers and his shorts, and pulled his shorts the rest of the way down and off. As I was pulling his shorts off, Jackson was pulling down his boxers. It wasn’t hard to tell he was definitely ready for whatever was about to come. With his shorts and boxers now off, Jackson leaned back against the seat and spread his legs out and apart. The windows of my SUV were tinted and the only light was from the parking lot. However, my eyes had long become accustomed to the dark, and I could see Jackson’s hard dick standing straight up against his stomach.

A good 7”, maybe 7 ½”, and probably 6” around, Jackson’s hard cut cock was the same perfect size from its base to just under the head. The head of his cock was a little larger than the shaft, but not noticeably so. Jackson’s balls were heavy and slightly drawn up. His sack was somewhat hairy, and the same light brown hair made up his ample pubes and formed a trail leading to his belly button. Still standing straight against his shirted stomach, I reached my hand up and placed my palm flat against Jackson’s shaft. I slowly ran my palm up his shaft. Jackson shuddered again, and when my middle finger first felt the head of his cock, it slid over the pre-cum that oozed out. I palmed Jackson’s hard cock a few more times, and my hand was getting wet from the pre-cum. His breathing was more heavy now, and each time my fingers slid over his cock head, Jackson let out short hard breathes of air. I finally slid my palm down to its base, and I wrapped my hand around Jackson’s hard pre-cumming cock. I pulled it away slightly from his stomach, bent my head down, and licked his head. Jackson’s body tensed and shuddered again, and for the second time he spoke. “Fuucckk,” he said, and then repeating it each time my tongue licked the pre-cum from his slit. Jackson’s hands were now at his side, pushing down on the seat. Each time I licked, he would push himself up slightly, trying to get his cock into my mouth. From the low moans and whimpers, I could tell Jackson was ready. And so was I.

I pulled Jackson’s hard leaking cock down farther toward me, opened my mouth and took a deep breathe. As my head went down, I let the underside his pulsing shaft slide across my tongue from the fat head to the base. As his hard cock entered my mouth, Jackson pushed down hard on the bench seat, sending more of himself into my mouth. The sensation of my tongue sliding across the underside his cock brought a flow of pre-cum and a long moan from Jackson. “Fuucckk man,” he said, “shit dude!” As I slid my mouth up and down his hard shaft, Jackson brought his right hand and placed it on my head. Each time I swallowed his cock to the base, Jackson would pull my head in harder, trying to get more of his cock into my mouth and throat.

For a moment I pulled off Jackson’s cock, held it in my fist, and slowly jacked it. His shaft was slick from my spit and his pre-cum, and my hand slid easily up and down the hard rod. As I pumped him, I looked up at Jackson. He was looking back at me, and had a slight smile on his face. “You like that, Sam?” he asked, his voice low and husky. “Fuck yeah I do, Jackson,” I answered him back. “Fuck yeah…” I bent my head back down to take his solid dick back into my mouth. This time, breathing in, I completely swallowed the thick shaft, and held it in my throat. Jackson let out a loud “Fuucckk…” and put both hands on my head, impaling it on his cock. With my nose buried in his bush, my throat held tight to Jackson’s throbbing cock, its muscles massaging hard. As he pressed down firmer on my head, I could feel Jackson’s cock grow harder and my throat expanding to accept it. I repeated this maneuver two or three times, each time almost sending him over the edge. Finally, I pushed back against his solid grip on my head, and again began taking Jackson’s tool in and out of my throat. His breathing was now much harder and he was becoming more verbal. “Fuucckk Sam,” he said, continuing to push my head down each time I swallowed him. “Fuckin’ take it all the way down dude….fuuuccckkk…”

From his breathing and shorter fucks into my throat, I could tell Jackson was getting close. There was now more of his pre-cum flowing into my mouth than my own spit, and the taste was sweet and fulfilling. I felt Jackson’s body grow tenser, his breathing very short, and his cock harder than ever. His grip was hard and firm on my head as he short-fucked into my mouth and throat. “Fuucckk Sam…this is it…,” he said in low short breathes. “I’m gonna fuckin’ blow dude….” I increased the suction of my mouth, and Jackson’s hips were pushing up hard from the seat. Suddenly, he pulled my head in hard and held it. “Ahhhhh…..fuuuccckkk duuuuude…,” Jackson growled out, as his body tensed then let go.

The first cum shot fired across my tongue, hit the back of my throat, and slid down. This was quickly followed by four more shots, each going the same direction. Jackson said nothing as he unloaded his seed into my gut, but his breathing was short and heavy. I sucked hard on his thick rod, massaging more jizz from his balls. Jackson released his grip on my head, but his cock remained in my mouth. I brought my hand up to his shaft, and slowly milked out more of his load. I took his still hard cock almost out of my mouth, keeping just the head in. I continued to slowly pump his shaft while I sucked and licked on the fat mushroom head. Jackson would pull back in a jerking motion, his cock being sensitive from the massive load he had just shot. I finally pulled off and saw that his cock still pulsed and jerked a small amount.

I looked up at Jackson, and his head was leaned back over the back of the seat. His breathing was starting to become normal, and he sat there silently for a period of time. I climbed back up to the front seat of my SUV and wiped my mouth on my shirt. I heard rustling from the back, looked in the rear view mirror, and watched as Jackson put his boxers and shorts back on. Then, he slowly climbed up into the front.

It’s been my experience that you never know how a straight guy is going to react once he’s had his dick sucked by me. Some guys never say anything after the fact, even though they know they’ve just received the best blowjob they’ve ever had, or will ever have. Other guys are somewhat talkative, and realize what just happened to them was nothing short of amazing. Jackson was in the later group. As I buckled my seatbelt and started my SUV, Jackson spoke. “Dude,” he began, “I have to tell you…that was…shit I can’t even describe how good that felt!” “That’s cool man,” I said to him, “I think I know…” We drove in silence back to Jackson’s apartment. I would look over at him periodically, and he was always smiling. I dropped him off at the curb in front of his complex, and Jackson opened the door and got out. Just before he closed the door, he paused and looked at me. “Sam,” he said, still with a smile on his face, “dude…ummm…I hope you don’t get offended but…it’s like you were born to do that…” I looked back at Jackson and gave a short laugh. “Yeah man,” I said as I moved my SUV from park to drive, “I know…”