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…”

Monday, July 30, 2012

Straight College Cock--Poker

I stood looking at the bulletin board in the campus union, not because I was searching for something, but because I was bored. I was going to grab some pizza with a girl I had met in my Econ class, and she wanted to meet in the campus union and go from there. She had texted me she was running late, so I was killing time by looking at the board. I had been over the entire thing with nothing catching my eye, and then I saw it. The printing was in big block letters, and said “POKER…WITH A TWIST. ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH?” At the bottom of the sheet of paper, tabs had been cut with the word “poker” and a phone number on them. Let me tell you one thing…I fuckin’ LOVE poker! I started playing in high school and I had become pretty good at it. I hadn’t played since coming to college, so this advertisement put me in a great mood. There were five tabs missing from the bottom of the paper, so I grabbed the sixth one and stuck it in my pocket. I was still wondering what kind of a “twist” poker could have, when Elise came beside me and touched me on the arm.

The next afternoon I dug the phone number out of my pocket and called. After a few rings a guy picked up. I told him I had seen the advertisement in the campus union and might be interested. “So tell me a little bit about your game,” I said to him, purposefully not asking about “the twist.” “There’s five of us,” he said, “all college guys…and we’re looking for a sixth.” “We play Texas Hold ‘em,” he went on, “thirty dollar buy-in, no re-buys.” “How often do you play,” I asked him. “Twice a month,” he answered me back, “every first and third Saturday.” “And…,” I finally asked, “what’s ‘the twist’ you mentioned in the ad?” He laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to get to that,” he said. “At the end of each game,” he began, “when it’s heads-up, the loser has to do something pretty embarrassing…and the rest of us get to watch.” “Embarrassing,” I asked him, “like what?” “Three of our girlfriends decide what the loser has to do,” he went on, “…so it can be whatever…” “So do the girlfriends watch what the loser has to do then?,” I asked him. “Nah,” he said, “just the guys playing the game...you wanna try it?” I knew I was good, and the thought of having the loser doing something embarrassing intrigued me. “Sure,” I said, “when’s the next game?”

The next game was the coming Saturday, and I wrote down the name of the dorm and the room number where the game was. I recognized the name of the dorm. It was the dorm where the guys lived who received full sports scholarships. The outside looked like a hotel, and I was anxious to see if the inside matched. Saturday came, and I walked across campus to the dorm. The front doors were locked, with a security code, and I had to be “buzzed” in. When I walked through the lobby I was amazed. While the outside of the dorm looked like a hotel, the inside looked like a 5-star hotel. It was hard to believe this was actually a dorm. There was a bank of elevators on the right side of the lobby, and I took one of them to the fifth floor. When the elevator doors opened, I walked into the hallway and continued to be amazed. This dorm was also set up on a suite plan, but unlike the eight suites per floor in my dorm, this dorm had only four per floor. The elevators were in the middle of the floor, and there were brass signs indicating which suites were on which sides of the elevators. Wow! I followed the sign, turned right, and went to Suite 5002; even the suite number sounded fancy. I knocked on the door and it was soon answered by a good looking guy with light brown hair. He smiled, stuck out his hand, and said “Hi, I’m Chris…come on in.” “I’m Sam,” I said back to him, “thanks…” The suite set-up was similar to mine, only about 10 times bigger. Also, each suite had a full kitchen, another bathroom, and a computer area. Each guy living in the suite had their own bedroom.

I was the last one to arrive and the other guys were sitting around the living area, drinking beer. Chris brought me over, we stood behind one of the sofas, and he introduced me. Besides Chris, there was Ryan, Josh, Matt, and Jackson. All the guys were hot, to varying degrees, and they all appeared to be friendly. I learned that Chris was on the tennis team, Josh was on the handball team, and they both lived in the suite. Ryan was on the soccer team, and lived on another floor in the same dorm. Matt and Jackson weren’t on teams, and lived in another dorm on campus. Chris and Ryan were the ones who first got the poker games going, and the others joined in over time. I also learned that it was the girlfriends of Chris, Ryan, and Josh who had come up with “the twist,” and who picked what the loser of heads-up had to do. They said the act was chosen the day of the poker game, and an hour before the game the guys were told “partially” what the act was…but weren’t given the full details. They also said they had each taken an oath to perform the chosen act, should they lose, and they took this oath very seriously. I asked the group if they could give me an example of something the loser had to do, and they just looked at each other and laughed. I don’t know if they didn’t want to tell me because they were afraid I’d bolt, or what the deal was. This all seemed like some pretty serious shit, but being the good poker player that I was, I was confident I wouldn’t end up performing very many “embarrassing” acts.

Before we started the game, Chris informed me that the act for tonight would be “checking out books from the campus library.” “Interesting,” I thought to myself, “I wonder what kind of books will be checked out?” We began the game and I carefully watched how the guys played. Each of them, with the exception of Ryan, played pretty fast and loose, and their winning was more a matter of luck than actual skill. Ryan watched the cards, watched the guys for any “tells” they might have, and watched how they bet. He played more like me. Josh was the first one to go out, followed by Chris. Both of them sat on the sofa, not far from the table, drank their beers, and watched the game. Matt went out about an hour after Chris, and joined his buddies on the sofa. Left at the table were myself, Ryan, and Jackson. I was up a pretty good amount, but this being the first time I played with these guys, I really didn’t want to win. I was more interested in finding out what kind of books the loser was going to have to check out at the library. I purposefully made some bad calls, and was out about an hour after Matt. Now it was down to Ryan and Jackson.

The beer must have gotten the best of Jackson because he started making some really bad calls. Ryan kept his playing hard and steady, while Jackson went into full “tilt” mode. “Tilt” happens when a player loses some pretty big hands, then starts making crazy ass bets hoping to get his money back. Sometimes going into tilt mode works, sometimes it doesn’t. It didn’t work for Jackson. On the last hand, Jackson went all in, betting all of his money. Four cards were down on the table; king of diamonds, 10 of spades, 8 of spades, and 6 of clubs. Ryan called Jackson’s bet, and they both flipped their cards over, waiting for the river, or last, card. Ryan had a pair of 6’s; hearts and diamonds. Jackson had a 10 of diamonds and a 10 of hearts. Jackson was clearly in the lead, but their was still the river card. We all gathered around the table in silence, waiting for the last card to be turned. It was a 6 of spades. Ryan won the game, and all the money, with four 6’s. He jumped out of his chair, ecstatic, while Jackson let lose a very loud “FUCK!!”

After everyone had calmed down, Chris grabbed the envelope from the side table that held the detailed instructions for the loser. He opened it and read it aloud. “Meet at 1:00 tomorrow afternoon at the main check-out desk in Rutherford library…the loser can collect his books there.” The instructions gave no other clues as to what was the subject of the books, but a few of the guys bantered around some suggestions. Matt was the one who finally spoke up after we heard the suggestions. “Dudes,” he said, “you know whatever kind of books they are, they’re going to be kick ass!!” We all laughed, and Jackson had somewhat of a worried look on his face. The game broke up about fifteen minutes later, with Chris reminding us to be at the campus library at 1:00 the next afternoon.

Josh, Matt, and Ryan were already at the library when I arrived around 12:55 the next afternoon. A few minutes later, Jackson came walking in with Chris. We gathered around the front check-out desk, and Chris asked Jackson if he was ready. “As I’ll every be,” Jackson responded. We all watched as Jackson slowly walked up to the desk, and gave his name to the elderly lady working there. She typed something into the computer, then pulled her glasses off and looked at Jackson. “Are you sure these books are yours, young man?” she asked Jackson. “Yes, ma’am,” Jackson replied, “they’re mine.” The lady looked at Jackson for a few more seconds, then turned around and walked to the counter on the other side of the station. She brought back two books, scanned them, and handed them to Jackson. “Here you are,” she said to Jackson, handing him the books. I noticed there was somewhat of a tone of disgust in her voice when she gave Jackson the books. Jackson took the books, looked down at them, and from behind him we could visibly see his shoulders drop. We also heard “shit,” as he turned around and walked back to the group.

We were all anxious to see what books Jackson had received, but Matt was the first one to grab them. “Dude,” he said laughing very loudly, “this shit is fuuuucked up!!” Matt handed the books to Chris, who read the titles aloud through periods of laughter. “The Art of Bestiality” and “Bestiality in the Modern Ages.” “Looks like you’ve got some good reading here dude,” Chris said, still laughing, “enjoy…” Jackson grabbed the books, shoved them under his arm, and we all left the library and headed for some pizza. I could hear Josh and Matt still laughing as we got into our cars and headed out.

Over the course of the next few games, the loser was required to do some pretty interesting things. Josh lost the next game, and we all stood in front of the campus union information booth, snickering, as he asked the girl in the booth if she knew of any local gay bars. Josh later informed us that the girl sat in front of him in Calculus class and had been working on asking her out. “Not gonna happen now,” Matt told him, jabbing him in the ribs. Before the next game, Ryan read the pre-game “teaser” for the loser. “Your package is ready for pick-up,” is all it said. Chris was the loser of that game, and Matt read the final instructions. “Meet at Paradise Book Store tomorrow at 3:00...the man behind the counter will have your package.” Everyone, except Chris and I, belted out laughing. “Dude,” Josh said laughing, “Paradise Book Store…this shit’s gonna be good!” Evidently, Paradise Book Store was one of three adult bookstores in the city, and was the seediest of the three. It was well-known, except by me, for attracting old men and perverts. Chris visibly cringed when he heard the instructions. “Well,” he said in a low voice, “at least I won’t be going there by myself…”

We all met up at Ryan’s place the next afternoon and rode out to the bookstore together. The place was fairly crowded, with mostly old guys walking around. As soon as we came in I could feel most of their eyes going right to us. We walked in and stood about ten feet from the counter. Chris hesitated at first, then slowly walked up. He said something to the counter man, then we heard a loud thud as something was dropped down on the counter. The high wall around the counter prevented us from seeing what it was, but I figured it had to be pretty big to make such a noise. “Do you have a bag?,” we heard Chris ask the counter guy. “Nope,” came the reply. Chris hesitated, then we heard him say “shit!” We watched as Chris reached over the counter and picked up the object. He slowly turned around and all five of us busted out laughing. Chris was carrying, with both hands, the biggest blackest dildo I could ever have imagined. He was a couple of steps away from the counter when the counter guy called to him. “Don’t forget this,” he said with little expression, holding up a shampoo-sized bottle of Magic Wet lube, “you’re gonna need it…”

The old guys were still watching us, some of them visibly rubbing their crotches. Chris had no expression on his face, but the rest of use were almost doubled over with laughter. Carrying his big black dildo and bottle of lube, Chris walked as fast as he could toward the door. He pushed by us, went out the door, and waited by Ryan’s SUV, holding his merchandise. The rest of us followed, still laughing. As we piled into the SUV, a couple of the old guys from the bookstore came outside and stared at us some more. As we headed out of the parking lot to leave, I turned around and saw one of the guys was still there. He was rubbing his crotch and licking his lips.

I got to know the guys pretty well over the course of the next few games. In between games we’d sometimes meet up, usually with girlfriends or some chick we just wanted to hang out with, grab some beer and pizza and just hang out. Chris and Ryan were the most outgoing of the group, with Jackson being the most reserved. All the guys were fun to be around, and I really enjoyed spending time with them. With school, playing poker twice a month, and hanging out with my new friends, I had little time for any “extra curricular” activities, and I was starting to get a little ansy. With the third task now complete, I was noticing a pattern; all the tasks involved something sexual, and they were becoming increasingly sexual with each task. I figured it wouldn’t be too long before a task involved something physical. I also wondered if the girlfriends really thought up the tasks, or if it was one or two of the guys…namely Ryan and Chris. One of my hunches turned out to be right, as we met at Ryan’s place for the next game.

We all sat on the sofas as Ryan opened one of the envelopes on the table. “Your buddy is having a hard time,” he read, “he needs a helping hand…” I instantly picked up on the innuendoes in the note. “Hard time,” and “helping hand” leapt out at me, and I had a gut feeling this task would be physical and involve the loser and the winner together. Some of the other guys must have picked up on the key words too, because there was some nervous laughter between them. No one said anything though, until Josh finally spoke up. “Well, I’m definitely having a hard time since Erica’s been out a town,” he said. “Dude, you have no idea,” Ryan joined in, “no fucking idea!” Evidently, Josh, Chris, and Ryan’s girlfriends had all been out of town the past week for some kind of sorority conference, and Josh and Ryan were referring to their lack of sex since the girls had been gone. “This is gonna be interesting,” Chris said, almost as if he was thinking out loud, “very interesting.” I had done really good so far in the games, but with little extra time to satisfy my hunger I was really needing to give a “helping hand” to something “hard.” I quickly decided this was going to be my night to lose.

The game started and progressed as usual. The beer was flowing and all the guys were having a good time. No one mentioned the contents of the note, but it was always on my mind. Matt was the first to go out, followed by Josh and Jackson. It was down to me, Chris, and Ryan and the playing was hard and intense. Ryan was way down on his chip stack, but had some good hands and got ahead of Chris. I was in the lead, with Ryan second and Chris following at third. Ryan went all in against Chris, and Chris lost the hand. Ryan was now in the lead, followed by me in a close second. I had been playing well up until now, but it was time to start sliding down. Ryan was on a high after winning so many hands, and I let the high continue as I lost three hands in a row. I won the next two hands, and decided it was time for my fun to begin. Ryan and I had almost the same amount of chips, however, his stack was about $20 more than mine. I was dealt a king and a jack. The flop was dealt, and showed a queen, a ten, and a nine. I had a straight. I went all in, and Ryan quickly called me. The speed at which he called me was not a good sign. We both turned our cards over, and Ryan showed an ace and a queen. All he needed was a jack to make a higher straight than me. “Damn,” I said out loud. I was still pretty confident I had the hand, but with poker you never know. There were still two more cards to come and anything could happen. Although I was confident, I was getting increasingly horny and was hoping for a jack to show up. The turn card came and it was an eight. I was still leading. Matt, who was dealing, burned the next card and slowly turned over the river card. It was a jack. Ryan had pulled it out by beating my king high straight with an ace high. Ryan slapped the table with his open palms, then threw his hands in the air. “FUCK YEAH,” he yelled, “fuck yeah!!”

Josh reached for the other envelope that was on the table, opened it, and pulled out two smaller envelopes. “Winner--Open First” was written on one, and “Loser” on the other. Josh opened the “Winner” envelope and, as was customary, started reading aloud. The note was obviously written by Josh‘s girlfriend. “Congratulations…Josh, if you, Chris, or Ryan are the winner, maybe this will help until we get back. If Jackson, Matt, or Sam is the winner…this is definitely YOUR night! You’re a big money winner and deserve a reward. Enjoy your hand job!” Ryan got a big smile on his face, looked at me, and said “SUWEEET!” Josh then opened the other envelope and pulled out a card and a travel size bottle of baby oil. He threw the bottle to me., and began reading: “It’s time to hold on tight and give your buddy a happy ending he won’t soon forget,” he read “group viewing is mandatory!” I tried to look disappointed and disgusted, but my heart was beating a mile a minute and my cock was rock hard. “Fuck,” I said in a low voice, trying to be as convincing as possible.

There was laughter, cat calls, and whoops from the other guys as Ryan just sat there with a big grin on his face. He grabbed his beer, stood up, stretched, and looked over at me. “You ready,” he asked, still grinning. Ryan’s crotch was eye level with me, and as much as I wanted to check it out to see if he was hard, I forced myself not to. Ryan walked to the over-stuffed chair across the room and fell into it. “Perfect,” he said out loud, scooting his ass around in the seat and patting the arms. Then, he just sat there and looked at me, still grinning. I got up from the table and slowly walked over to Ryan. The other guys followed me, piling onto the nearby sofa, with Jackson sitting on the floor. I moved the coffee table back that was close to the chair and got on my knees. Ryan and I were now eye level with each other. Nobody was talking as I looked Ryan in the eyes. He stared back at me with no expression, then the big grin came back to his face. “Let’s do it,” he said in a low voice. Still looking him in the eyes, I noticed his eyes widen a little when he spoke.

I still had the baby oil in my hand and I sat it down on the floor beside me. I looked at Ryan’s crotch and began to see signs of his anticipation of what was about to happen. His track pants had began to fill out, with a slight tent showing. Ryan pulled his T-shirt up a little, then slid his hands to the band of his pants. His hands grabbed the waist band on either side of his hips, and he raised his ass and pulled his track pants and boxer shorts down to his knees. In the process, his T-shirt had fallen back down, covering his crotch. I grabbed the bands of Ryan’s pants and boxers and pulled them down to his ankles. My hands then went to his knees and I slowly pulled his legs apart. With his left hand, Ryan reached down and pulled his T back up, uncovering his crotch. Ryan’s cock was semi-hard and looked to be about 4-5 inches. His balls were hanging loosely in their sack, covered by the same light brown hair that surrounded the base of his cock. Ryan’s breathing was a little hard, and his cock twitched in unison. A small drop of pre-cum leaked out of his slit and clung to his head. The room was still silent as I reached down for the baby oil. I opened the lid, squeezed some into my hand, then rubbed my hands to together to warm it up. I looked up at Ryan, and his face was blank. His eyes widened a little as he watched me warm the baby oil, then move my hands toward his cock.

Ryan’s body stiffened a little as my warm oiled right hand touched his cock. His cock, which until now had been twitching but remained half-hard, jerked into full erection. Ryan must have been holding his breath, because as soon as I touched him he let out a long low moaning breath of air. His cock, now fully hard in my hand, was not what I really expected out of the 6’ 1” jock. Curved upward, Ryan’s hard cock was at most 6.5 inches long. With average thickness, my hand easily wrapped around his shaft. With pubes being a big turn-on for me, Ryan’s were thick and full, and the same light brown color as his hair. His balls were pulled up higher than they had been at first, and his hairy sack now clung tightly to them. I moved my hand to the base of Ryan’s cock and lightly squeezed. His body stiffened and he moved his legs farther apart as he let out a low moan. “Ahhhhhh,” he moaned, “yeah…” My oiled hand slid easily up the length of his hard shaft, and I ran my thumb along the underside of his cock head, up over the top, to his slit. Pre-cum flowed out of Ryan’s cock head, he moaned again, and I moved my thumb back down to rub just under his head. I repeated this action three or four times, and each time Ryan moaned louder and his pre-cum flowed more heavily.

“Fuckin’ look at that,” I heard Matt say over my shoulder, “Damn Sam…” “Shit,” someone else said, I think maybe Chris, in agreement. While I continued to slowly pump his rock hard dick, I looked up and saw Ryan with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, and I could feel his heart beat in his cock. I wanted Ryan to fully enjoy his experience, so I purposefully went at a slow pace. I looked up at his T-shirt, and could see his stomach and chest pulling in and pushing out at a pretty rapid pace. I also noticed his nipples were rock hard and pushing out his T. While my right hand jacked him, I brought my left hand to the bottom of Ryan’s T-shirt and worked it underneath. I ran my open palm over his tight stomach, and felt his body twitch and his cock get harder. “Fuuuccckkk,” Ryan moaned out, “shit dude…” I moved my hand upward, till it was resting on his chest. Slowly I moved my hand over to Ryan’s right nipple, and squeezed it with my thumb and fore finger. “Ahhh fuck dude…,” Ryan moaned louder, as a river of pre-cum flowed out of his cock slit and slid down his rigid shaft onto my hand. I moved my hand over to his left nipple and repeated the squeeze. “Shit dude…you’re fuckin’ killin’ me man…,” Ryan moaned again. This time when I squeezed his nipple, Ryan raised his ass off the chair and fucked his cock into my oiled hand. I continued to squeeze, alternating nipples, and Ryan kept fucking his rock hard cock into my hand. “Fuck Sam,” he moaned out, continuing to fuck my hand, “I don’t know how much more a this I can take….FUUCCKK!!”

I tightened the grip on Ryan’s cock and increased the pressure on his nipples. His chest was heaving in and out at a really fast pace, as he fucked his cock into my hand even harder. The guys behind me were silent, and the only sounds in the room was Ryan’s loud moaning and slapping of his oil and pre-jizz slicked cock hard fucking my closed fist. I watched as Ryan’s balls went up tight against his body, and I knew he was getting close. More and more pre-cum flowed out of swollen cock head, running down his shaft, coating my hand and his balls, and puddling between his legs on the chair.

Suddenly, Ryan gripped the arms of the chair harder and pushed up higher off the chair. His eyes were open, wide and staring at me, and his teeth were almost clinched. Ryan fucked my fist hard three or four times and told me not to stop pumping. Abruptly, Ryan stopped fucking my fist, and repeated what he said before. “Don’t fuckin’ stop bro…,” he said in a low husky voice, “I’m too fuckin’ close…don’t fuckin’ stop…” I increased the pressure on Ryan’s throbbing swollen cock, and jacked him at an even pace. After five or six jacks, the first shot erupted. “FUUUCCCKKK…,” Ryan yelled out, as the first shot fired out, going over his left shoulder. His “fucks” continued as another shot went in the same direction, a third shot landed on his chest, and two more shots hit the front of his T that covered his stomach. I was still jacking him after his fifth shot, when Ryan brought his hand down and pushed mine away. “I can’t take anymore,” he said almost laughing, with his head still tilted back.

I leaned back on my knees and looked at my right hand. It was covered with a mixture of baby oil and cum; mostly cum. For the benefit of the other guys, I held my hand away from my body as I got to my feet and made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t look at them before I went into the bathroom, but as I turned on the water at the sink I could hear a couple of them. “Wow…,” I heard Josh say, followed by Jackson’s “fuucckk…” I figured I must have made an impression on at least three of them!

When I got out of the bathroom, everything was back to normal. We all acted like we always did after somebody had lost and completed their “task;” the task was never mentioned and things went back to the way they were before.

The next Saturday night, Jackson and I were double-dating, taking the girls we were seeing to a movie. About an hour after I got home, I got a text from Jackson. “Need 2 talk 2 u bout something,” it said, “come get me” I texted him back, asking him what it was, but got no reply. As I drove to Jackson’s apartment I wondered what the hell was going on. I would soon find out that I had made more of an impression on Jackson than I had thought.

SUMMER SCHOOL IS OVER!!!!

summer school is finally over and i can start writing again!  thanks for being so patient with me, and i hope you enjoy "poker," the next story in the "straight college cock" series.  thanks again for reading my blog!

sam

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Straight College Cock--The Library

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Straight College Cock--Jordan

I first met Jordan on the afternoon I moved into the dorm. My dorm had a “suite” set-up, which meant that there were two bedrooms surrounding a living space, with a bathroom off to the side. Each suite housed four guys, which meant that each bedroom had two beds. I lucked out because my roommate didn’t show and I had the entire bedroom to myself. The way the university planned the dorm situation is that there were two freshmen and two upper classmen to each suite; each freshman had an upper classman as a roommate. Except for me.

I had got to the dorm early on a Saturday, and had all my stuff moved in by noon. Throughout the day more guys moved onto the floor, but only two more moved into my suite. Jeff came in about one, talking on his cell phone as he went into his room. He closed his door and came out about a half hour later. “I’m Jeff, man,” he said as he headed toward the door of the suite, “see ya later…” “I’m Sam,” I yelled back to him as I heard the stairwell door open and footsteps hammering down the stairs. “Nice to meet you…,” I said as an afterthought. By about three o’clock I had fallen asleep on the sofa in the living area, when I heard a loud racket by the door. I opened my eyes and saw a guy with a shoulder bag slung over each shoulder, dragging two suitcases through the door. I lay there and watched him as he tried to keep the bags on his shoulders while maneuvering the suitcases. The bags keep falling off, and he was clearly getting frustrated, talking to himself almost non-stop. He was about 5’ 8”, average build, dark brown, almost black hair, and black glasses. He kinda looked like a nerd, but he also looked hot. He looked over at me on the sofa, then quickly looked down. I couldn’t tell if he was looking at the floor or looking at the suitcases that were splayed there. Nice guy that I am, I jumped off the sofa and went over to help him. “Hey man,” I said, taking the two suitcases, “let me get those.” “Thanks,” he said quietly, still looking down.

Once we got his stuff into the living area, he took the bags off his shoulders. I saw the opportunity and stuck out my hand. “Hi,” I said to him, “I’m Sam.” For the first time, the guy looked up at me and slowly extended his hand. “I’m Jordan,” he said quietly, “thanks for the help.” I grabbed Jordan’s hand and gave it a few good pumps. “Not a problem, man,” I said to him, “glad to help.” Jordan looked around the living area, then looked at the doors where the bedrooms were. My bedroom door was open, but the other was shut. “That’s my room,” I said, nodding my head towards my door, “so that one must be yours.” Jordan walked over to the door and turned the knob. It was locked. “Shit,” he said under his breath, “they haven’t given me a key yet.” “My letter said the doors would be open…,” he went on. “Hey, don’t sweat it man,” I said to him, not knowing exactly what we were going to do, “there’s got to be somebody here that’s got a key.” We walked out into the dorm hallway and looked both ways. At the far end of the west side there was an open door with the sign “Resident Assistant” above it. “Let’s check down there,” I said to Jordan, pointing in the direction of the RA’s room. As we walked down the hall, I tried to make small talk with Jordan but all his replies were one or two word answers. “So where ya from, Jordan?” I asked. “Kansas City,” was his reply. “So you chose to go to school here instead of up there,” I said. “Yeah,” was the comeback. I told Jordan that I had seen his roommate and his name was Jeff. I also told him that my roommate didn’t show up and I had the entire bedroom to myself. I got no reply from Jordan on any of my further attempts at conversation, so I stopped.

We got the key from the RA and headed back down the suite. I helped Jordan move his suitcases into his room, then we kinda stood there in awkward silence. I looked down at my watch and noticed it was a few minutes before four. “Hey, Jordan,” I said to him, “you wanna take a walk around campus…kinda get our bearings?” For the second time since we’d met, Jordan looked at me. “I have stuff I have to do,” he said. I kept waiting for the “…but maybe we can do it later,” or some other kind of sign that Jordan wasn’t the weird guy he was portraying himself to be, but it never came. “Ok then,” I finally said, walking toward the door. No reply from Jordan. As I was in my room getting my keys, I heard the door to Jordan’s room shut.

Jordan and I hung out more during the rest of the weekend, and he did seem to loosen up. He was quiet and shy, and had a killer smile. I found out from him that he had gone to a private religious high school outside of Kansas City, and had hoped to get into a religious college. Those plans hadn’t worked out, so Jordan was going to state college. I also found out that he had a girlfriend, since his sophomore year in high school, and told me “we want to get married in a couple of years.” Although he definitely didn’t bring it up, I surmised that Jordan had never had sex with his girlfriend, or with anyone else for that matter. I also learned this semester at college would be a lot of “firsts” for Jordan: the first time he’d been away from home for longer than two days, the first time he’d been away from his girlfriend, and the first time he’d ever shared a room with someone. And if things went according to the plan that was already forming in my head, there would be another “first” that Jordan would experience this semester.

When I registered for school, I had arranged my schedule so that all my classes were in the morning so I would have the afternoon and evening to study and do homework. After the first two weeks of classes, I learned that Jordan’s schedule was a lot like mine, except his last class was over at two. Jeff, Jordan’s roommate, was hardly ever in the suite. He told us he was a member of a fraternity and spent a lot of nights either at the fraternity house or at his girlfriend’s apartment. This left the suite to me and Jordan, and I spent a lot of my study time in the living area. By the end of the first week of classes, I began to notice a pattern with Jordan. Like I said before, his last class was over at two and he’d get back to the dorm about 2:30. If I was in the living area, Jordan would sit out there with me for a little while, usually watching TV. But around 4:00 every day, he would go into his room and close the door. At first I thought he was taking a nap, but I noticed he would only be in there for about twenty minutes, then he’d come back out. “Interesting,” I thought to myself, “what could he be doing in there for just 20 minutes. At first I thought he was talking to his girlfriend or even his parents. But then I found out that Jordan didn’t have a cell phone, and the suite phone was in the living area. The only other thing Jordan could be doing his room that lasted that amount of time, was jacking off. I was 99.9% sure this was what was going on, but I had to be sure. The thought of Jordan the hot nerd, his hand wrapped around his cock, jacking it until he shot a big load, made me instantly hard. I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I had to think of a way to confirm my suspicions.

Jordan was meticulously clean. He took a shower in the morning before class, at night before he went to bed, and every afternoon between 4:20 and 4:30. I knew that the likelihood of catching Jordan in “the act” was very slim, because he locked his door every time he went in. So I decided to see if I could find the “outcome” of Jordan’s time in his room. I wanted to find where he shot his load. The next day, like clockwork, Jordan went into his bedroom at 4:00, closed his door and locked it. At 4:24, Jordan opened his door and went straight to the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the shower running. Jordan usually spent about ten minutes in the shower, but I knew I couldn’t count on that for sure so I had to act fast.

I waited until I heard the shower door close, then I quickly walked into Jordan’s room. His room was extremely neat, with everything in place. Jordan’s bed was meticulously made, with the exception of a faint human outline on the spread. I put my hand in the middle of the outline, and it was still warm. There was also the telltale scent of fresh cum around his bed. So Jordan had been jacking off…now I wanted to find where he’d shot his load. I figured as neat and clean as Jordan was, he wouldn’t use a tissue because it would be too messy and he’d have to carry it to wherever he disposed of it. It had to be something he could use, maybe fold over, and use again. It also had to be kept close to his bed, and out of sight. I stuck my hand between the mattress and box spring on Jordan’s bed, and instantly found it. I pulled out a dark blue wash cloth, still warm and slimy from his recent load. Holding it in my hand, I ran my thumb through the slime, spreading it out onto the cloth. My cock jumped in my pants, and I could feel my balls draw up. I ran my thumb through more of the fresh jizz, and my cock got harder. Enthralled with my discovery, I had lost track of time when I heard the phone ring in the living area. I jumped, folded the wash cloth, stuck it back under the mattress, and quickly walked to the phone. Just as I picked up the receiver, I heard the water shut off and the shower door open. A couple of minutes later, Jordan quickly walked from the bathroom to his bedroom, and closed the door behind him. The phone call was a wrong number.

I now had some pretty strong proof that Jordan was jacking off every day at 4:00. All I needed was a way to let him know that he another “option.” Luckily, the fates played right into my hand.

When I got back from class one Tuesday, there was a note from maintenance on Jordan’s door. They had done some routine inspection checks at the main electrical circuit in the basement of the dorm, and there was some problems in Jordan’s room and the two bedrooms in the suite next to ours. This meant he was going to have to be out of his room for 4-5 days. Jordan got back from class, took the note off his door, and sat down in the living area to read it. He sat there quietly for a few minutes, then laid the note on the table. Pretending I hadn’t read it, I asked “is everything OK?” “Yeah,” he said quietly, “they have to do electrical work in my room so I have to move out of it for about a week.” Then he added, “did you get a letter?” “No,” I answered him back, “I didn’t get one.” “This really sucks,” Jordan said in his usual quiet tone, “I don’t wanna be out of my room for a week…where’m I gonna go?” I couldn’t tell if Jordan was down because he had to move out of his room for a while, or if he was down because the move was going to interfere with his daily slamming. “It’s all good man,” I told him, “just move in with me.” Jordan looked at me with no emotion on his face. “Well,” he said, seeming just as depressed as before, “I guess it could be worse…” “Absolutely,” I said back, being pretty confident that the situation Jordan was in wasn’t going to be the only thing that sucked.

The first two days, at 4:00, Jordan walked around the suite like a caged animal. I knew it was because he was missing his usual jack session, and I didn’t understand why he just didn’t go into the bathroom and do it. But he didn’t…he paced. By the third day, even I was going a little crazy. “Dude,” I finally said at 4:05, “if you need some time to yourself, just go into my room…” Jordan stopped pacing and looked directly at me. Whatta you mean?” he said, his brow furrowed. “Look,” I said to him, “I know you spend time in your room every day around this time…and if you need some time just use my room…” “Whatever, man,” Jordan snapped back at me, sitting down on the sofa. There was about five minutes of awkward silence, then all of a sudden Jordan jumped up from the sofa, went straight into my room, closed the door and locked it. About twenty minutes later, the door opened and Jordan went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

I had a study group the next day, so after my last class I met with them. It was a little after four when I got back to the dorm, but there was no sign of Jordan in the suite. We usually kept our book bags on the table in the corner, studied in the living area, then moved our books and bags into our rooms in the evening. Jordan’s bag wasn’t on the table. Even though it was his jack time, I figured Jordan had already taken care of business and had gone out somewhere. I walked over to my door and put my key in the lock. My door wasn’t locked, or even fully closed. As soon as I put the key in, the door pushed open. “What the fuck,” I said, looking down at the door knob as it swung open. As soon as I said it, I heard a noise and looked up. Jordan was lying on the spare bed, his shirt on, but his shorts and underwear pulled off. His hand was frozen around his hard cock, and he had a look of startled surprise and embarrassment on his face.

“Oh my gosh!!” Jordan blurted out, as I let my eyes travel from his hard cock to his face. The look on Jordan’s face had now turned to one of horror. The look on my face had turned to a smile. “So, dude,” I said, walking over to the side of the bed, “this is what you do every day at 4:00…I kinda thought so…” He didn’t say anything. Jordan’s shorts and underwear were on the floor beside the bed, and I pushed them away with my foot before I sat on the edge of the bed. Whether it was because he was in shock, or because he was scared, Jordan didn’t move. His hand was still wrapped around his cock, which was now deflating, and he was following me with his eyes. “But,” I went on, “don’t let me interrupt you…keep going.” Jordan’s eyes darted around looking for a place to escape, but since one side of the bed was pushed against a wall, the only place to go would be off the foot. I don’t think Jordan thought about that. He still didn’t say anything, he just watched me. “Like I said, you can keep going,” I told him as I moved my hand to wrap around his own, “or I can help ya…”

As soon as I touched his hand, Jordan’s body stiffened. And his cock also jerked. Jordan still hadn’t said anything, but he began to breathe a little harder. I could feel Jordan’s cock begin to grow under our hands, with the top part of the shaft and head pushing about a couple of inches from his fist. I flattened my hand out over Jordan’s fist, and ran my fingers along his head and top shaft. His cock crew harder as Jordan sucked in a deep breath. I continued to rub the top part of his cock with my fingers, and Jordan’s grip on his cock loosened. Within a few seconds, he completely let go of his cock, and laid his hand on the bed. Now fully exposed, Jordan’s cock was pretty impressive. He was about 7 ½ inches long with a nice thickness, and his cock head was fat and cut. Jordan’s balls were full and big, and lay in a sack covered with black hair. His pubes were black and thick, and his stomach hairy. A thicker treasure trail of black hair went from just below Jordan’s navel to the top of his bush. It almost seemed as if his cock grew just by looking at it, and I watched as a vein bulged out on the underside of his shaft. Running my hand around his balls, Jordan sucked in another breath and let it out with a faint groan. I moved my eyes from his cock to his face, and saw that Jordan’s eyes were locked on me. His look was extremely intent, as if he were studying every move I made.

I wrapped my hand around the base of Jordan’s cock and squeezed. A flow of pre-jizz oozed out of his cock head and matted in his black bush. I pumped his fat shaft a few times, and more jizz flowed out. I could hear his breathing getting even harder, and I looked to see his eyes still locked on me. With my hand still wrapped around his thick shaft, I moved my body around to where I was now at the foot of the bed. As I was moving, I looked at Jordan and he had a puzzled look on his face. I knew he was probably thinking I was only going to jack him off, but I had a bigger surprise for him. I pushed Jordan’s legs apart as I crawled toward his cock. I pumped his hard cock twice, and looked up at him. Still staring at me, I slowly began to lower my head toward his cock.

Jordan’s eyes grew wider and his body became stiffer the closer my face got to his crotch. His cock was now like a steel rod in my hand. I kept my eyes locked on his as I got closer to Jordan’s cock and opened my mouth. I was now right above his cock head, and I could feel the blood pulsing through his shaft as I steadied it. I opened my mouth wider, took a deep breath, and swallowed Jordan’s cock down to the root. He sucked air in deep, held it, and then let it out in a deep groan. “AAAAHHHHHHHHH,” he moaned. The head of Jordan’s cock hit the back of my throat, then slide easily on down. It had been almost a month since I’d had a cock down my throat, and I was starving. I held Jordan’s hard cock in my mouth and throat, and milked him. I could feel streams of pre-jizz flowing out of his cock slit and sliding down my throat and into my gut. Jordan’s hands were balled into fists at his side, and his hips were pushed off the bed. “Ugh…ugh…ugh…,” were the sounds he made as my throat muscles expertly massaged his hard thick shaft.

I let Jordan’s cock slide out of my throat, and brought his shaft to where the head was just inside my mouth. I rolled my tongue around his cock head, and slid it down the underside of his shaft. My tongue rolled across the thick vein on the underside, and I could it pulse as his cock twitched. I slowly swallowed Jordan’s cock again, brought it out, and repeated the same maneuver again. And again. Jordan uncurled the fist in his right hand, and brought it to the back of my head. His left hand quickly joined his right. Jordan pushed down hard on my head, and his hips pushed back harder from beneath me. I stopped moving my head and let him take control and fuck my face. Jordan’s legs were now spread wide, and he used the leverage from his feet and calves to pump harder into my mouth and throat. His breathing was loud now, but his groans were even louder. Jordan didn’t say anything, only uttering constant moans and groans. He fucked his cock hard into my starving throat, and his balls slammed roughly against my chin.

Jordan slowed down the throat fucking, and then sped it up again. I could tell he was getting close. I reached my right hand over to rub his full balls, and he groaned heavier and longer. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHH,” he breathed out, hard and strong. Jordan was now holding my head down and fucking his cock into my throat in hard quick fucks. I could feel his cock grow harder and thicker in my mouth and throat, and his balls get tighter in my hand. Jordan almost slowed to a stop, then fucked hard into my throat. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” he groaned loudly, as I felt the first load shoot out of his cock head, coating the sides of my throat on the way to my gut. “UUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH,” he moaned again, holding my head down harder and sending another load down my throat. Jordan repeated this four more times until he had shot a total of six straight loads into my gut. I looked up at him while he was shooting the last two, and Jordan continued to stare at me, his brow furrowed intensely.

Jordan stopped fucking his hips, and his hands let go of my head. I moved my right hand from his balls to the base of his cock. I took his cock out of my mouth, slowly milked out the last of his jizz, and licked it off with my tongue. Jordan’s cock was starting to deflate, and I laid it against his stomach toward his navel. His left-over jizz was matting in his thick treasure trail. Slowly, I got up off the bed and looked at Jordan. He was still staring at me. All of a sudden, Jordan smiled. He was still staring at me, but he said the only word he had spoken during the entire ordeal: “Wow!”

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait!!

thank you, thank you, thank you for being so patient with me and the nice thoughts you sent to me.  i'm now fully recovered and posting the first story in my "straight college cock" series.  thanks again, and i hope you enjoy!

sam

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

UPDATE!!!

first thing i want to do is apologize for the HUGE lapse in my posting!!!  but, i do have a good excuse....on april 1st...ironic it was april fool's day...i was in a pretty bad motorcycle wreck.  i broke my collar bone in two places, my right arm in 3 places, and my left arm in 2.  i also had some internal injuries and was in icu for about a week, followed by another week in a regular room.  completely totalled my crotch rocket, and i guess i'm pretty lucky to still be around.  anyway...both arms were in a cast, and i got the left one off yesterday.  so, i'm typing this with one hand!  i'll get the right arm cast off hopefully the first of next week.  all that being said...i am NOT giving up on my blog!!!  i starting finishing the first of my "straight college cock" stories last night, and even if i have to type with one hand i vow to finish it ASAP!

thank you for all the e-mails asking about the blog, but i couldn't respond because of my casts.  but now i can, and i'm letting you know you will have a new story within a couple of days...I PROMISE!!  even if i have to type with my feet!!  thanks for sticking with me, and i hope you enjoy the first story...


sam

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Sorry About the Lack of Updates...

hey guys....i'm really sorry about not updating the blog for a while.  i've been on spring break and working on my graduate thesis.  i'm working on the first story for the "straight college cock" series now, and should have it up in a couple of days.

thanks for sticking with me, and i promise the next story will be worth the wait!!

sam

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Straight High School Cock--Travis Part II

From Part I:

…When he was finished shooting, the front of Travis’ T was sprayed with shots of jizz. I had been jacking his cock the entire time he shot, and when the shot was out Travis slumped down in his chair with his eyes closed, his body almost limp. He finally opened his eyes, and looked over at me. “Dude,” he said, still breathing a little hard, “I have never…damn!” I just smiled at him, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes again. Travis’ cock was still rock hard in my hand. He opened his eyes again, realized I was still slow jacking his cock, and looked over at me. “Sam,” he said, half chuckling, “it’s never gonna go down if you keep jerkin’ it…” “I know,” I said, moving his chair back from his desk, and getting on my knees between his legs, “that’s what I’m counting on…”

 

Travis looked down at me with a quizzed look on his face. “Sam,” he said, “what are you doing?” I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock again, and jacked it a couple of times. “You said not to start something I couldn’t finish,” I said to him as I bent my face down toward his still hard cock, “and I’m not finished…” Before he could say anything, I stuck out my tongue and ran it under and over his jizz covered head. A shudder went through Travis as he gripped the arms of his chair. “Ahhh man,” he moaned out, “you sure you wanna do this??” Without answering him, I ran my tongue down the underside of his hard shaft. Another shudder, and Travis moved his legs farther apart. He was still wearing his track pants, and I reached up to the waist band, unsnapped them, and began pulling them down. Travis raised his hips as the pants slid past his knees and fell at his ankles. He pulled one leg out, but left his pants on the other. Travis moved his legs farther apart, and his ball sack slowly rolled onto the seat of his chair. His balls were big and full, and covered in blonde hair. Travis’ cock was still hard, and stood twitching against his stomach. His bush was full and thick, and he had a faint trail leading to his naval. I reached my hand up, and laid my palm against the underside of his shaft. It was sticky from my previous jacking, and felt warm and hard. Slowly, I ran my palm up and down Travis’ shaft, and watched as his cock twitched and more pre-jizz oozed out of his slit.

I looked up at Travis and he was staring at me intently. He eyes were narrow and he had a half-grin on his face. I was still looking at him as I took his hard cock into my fist, brought it to my mouth, swallowed half of it down, and held it. His half-grin turned into a full grin, and Travis pushed his hips up to try and get more of his cock into my mouth. I let him push his cock to the back of my throat, and felt it start to slide down. “Fuck yeah,” Travis moaned, “that’s what I need…” I held my head in place and let Travis fuck his hard cock in and out of my throat. He kept his hands on the arms of his chair as his hips fucked up, pushing into my throat and burying my nose in his pubes. Travis’ balls rubbed against my chin with each fuck, and I could feel them moving around in their sack. Evidently Travis didn’t think enough of his cock was going down my throat, and he took his right hand and put it on top of my head. Each time he would fuck his hips up into my face, Travis’ hand would push down on my head. This seemed to work better for him, and he did manage to get more of his hard hot cock down my throat.

While his right hand was pushing down on my head, Travis took his left hand and ran it under his T to his stomach. As he fucked into my face, Travis rubbed his stomach, then his abs, then back to his stomach. “Dude, this feels so fuckin’ good,” he said, his breath coming in shorter spurts. Each time Travis fucked his cock down my throat, I could taste the salty sweetness of his pre-jizz leaking out, and feel it sliding down. Each time I would hold Travis’ cock in my throat and milk it with my throat muscles, a shudder would go through his body, and his cock would thicken and get harder. Travis’ moans were now almost constant, and his talking increased. “Fuck man,” he’d say, “you have no idea how good…,” “Damn…I can’t believe you’ve got it all the way…,” “Shit bro, you definitely know…” As his talking increased, Travis almost never completed a sentence. His breathing was almost at a pant, and his cock was rock hard as he invaded my throat over and over again.

Suddenly, Travis’ began throat fucking me harder. “Fuck Sam, I’m gonna blow soon,” he said breathing harder than before, “but I wanna see it shoot in your mouth…” Then Travis pushed back hard against the locked legs of the chair, and started to stand up. His right had was still on my head, keeping me on his cock. Travis got to a standing position, then put both hands on the back of my head. He began to skull fuck me hard. “Fuck dude,” he suddenly said again, “it’s comin’ bro…it’s fuckin’ commiinn’…”

All of a sudden Travis’ right hand left my head, grabbed the base of his cock, and pulled it out of my mouth. His left hand was still on the back of my head. “Stick your fuckin’ tongue out bro,” he said with short hard breathes, “here it comes…” I stuck out my tongue and looked up at

Travis. He was staring down at me, his eyes narrowed, aiming his engorged cock at my tongue. “AAAHHH FUUUCCCKKK,” he moaned loudly, “FUUUCCCKKK…”

I angled my head back and could feel the first shot hit my tongue, and slide down my throat. This was immediately followed by a second, third, and fourth shot that slid down into my gut. Travis’ cock was still sliding against the top front of my tongue, and he was still pumping. A fifth and sixth shot came out, hitting my tongue about half-way. Travis had stopped pumping, and was now squeezing what jizz was left out onto my tongue. Then I felt him slide his cock across my tongue, from front to back, mixing my spit with his cum. Finally, Travis slid his cock all the way into my mouth, and I closed it and began sucking out more drops of his jizz. Travis left his cock in my sucking mouth, and leaned forward over me and placed both his hands on the top of his desk. His legs were shaking as the last of his cum oozed out of his cock into my mouth. Travis pulled his hips back slightly, and I let his deflating cock fall out of my mouth. He stayed in that position for a few minutes, as if he was regaining his composure. This Travis pushed himself up and fell back into his chair.

I got up from the floor and sat in the chair beside him. His eyes were staring straight ahead, not really looking at anything. “Dude,” he finally said, “that was amazing…how in the hell did you ever learn…no wait, don’t tell me…” He continued to stare in front of him, and we sat in silence. Finally, I grabbed the text books and started to get up to leave. I looked back at his desk, and noticed the porn movie was still looping on his laptop.

I got to his bedroom door, opened it, and was about ready to walk into the hallway. “Hey Sam,” Travis suddenly said, “you’re still coming on Friday, right?” “Yeah,” I said, turning around to look at him. “Good,” Travis said. And then he added, with a big smile on his face, “Ummm…it’s ok if you come early again…”

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Straight High School Cock--Travis--Part I

This one's a two-parter...and I hope you enjoy it!  I'll be posting part 2 in a few days.  Then...it's time for Straight College Cock!


Travis Brown was one of those guys who was always in trouble in school; mostly for fighting. I think he spent more time in detention and out-of-school suspension than he did in the classroom. I learned to steer clear of Travis in 6th grade, when we played on the same little league team. I had missed a fly ball, which cost us the game, and Travis had jumped me after the game. He pummeled me with his fists, and the coaches had to pull him off. A couple weeks later, Travis got me again. This time, he said, because he was “bored.” Our moms were in the same church club, and were always trying to get us to be friends. But Travis and I ran in two different circles, and there was no way that was going to happen.

About half-way through my senior year, my mom sat me down and asked a favor. A big one. It appeared that Travis was flunking three subjects, English, Math, and History, and he wouldn’t be able to graduate unless he got a passing grade in each. I was in honors classes in all those subjects, and my mom wanted me to tutor Travis. “I know how you feel about Travis,” she said hesitantly, “but you only have to tutor him in one…and Barbara (Travis’ mom) said she would pay you whatever you asked…” “Mom,” I began, trying to think of a way out, “I really would rather not…I just don’t think it’s a good idea…” “I know Sam,” she said, “it’s just that your dad and I are so proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished, and it would be so nice if you could help somebody out who’s not as lucky as you…” Oh great, the guilt trip. Wow. I knew that my parents were proud of me, and because of that pride they let me have a lot of freedom that other guys didn’t have. I sat there for a few minutes thinking it over. “All right,” I finally said, with a big sigh, “but just ONE subject.” My mom smiled real big, got off the sofa, walked the few steps to the chair I was in, and gave me a big huge. “Oh Sam,” she said, her voice almost choking up, “how did your dad and I get so lucky…” Weird.

Although I saw Travis around school, when he was there, we probably hadn’t spoken ten words to each other in the six years since we’d played baseball together. He wasn’t an ugly guy. Travis was probably six foot, 170 pounds, and had really blonde hair and blue green eyes. But like I said before, we ran in two different circles. Travis had his “gang” he hang out with, and seemed to be the leader. One thing I did notice about Travis whenever I saw him, unlike most of the guys he hung out with, Travis appeared to always be really clean. I mean, his clothes were always clean, his hair was always clean, and he didn’t have that scruffy look that his friends had. I guess you could say he looked like the all-American guy, but didn’t act like it.

Three days after my mom talked to me, I went to Travis’ house after school. He lived in a nice area of town, and his house had good “curb appeal.” I parked my truck in the drive-way, walked up the sidewalk to the door, and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Brown answered the door, and got a huge smile on her face when she saw me. “Sam,” she said, opening the storm door, “I can’t tell you how much Travis’ dad and I appreciate what you are doing.” “I’m happy to help out, Mrs. Brown,” I said, lying through my teeth. She closed the door behind me, turned around, and gave me a big hug. “Thank you,” she said in a soft voice, “thank you.” When Mrs. Brown released me from the hug, she was sniffing. “Umm…Travis is up in his room,” she said, her voice almost cracking, “it’s the third door on the left.” I walked up the staircase and down the hall to Travis’ door. I expected there to be loud music coming from his room, but it was quiet. I knocked a couple of times, waited, then knocked again. I heard some movement behind the door, then a voice said “just a minute.” I waited for a few more minutes. More movement, then, “it’s open.” I opened the door, walked in, and saw Travis walking out of his closet. He half-grinned when he saw me. “Miller…so you’re the lucky bastard, huh?” It was December, and Travis was wearing sweat pants. I noticed Travis wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his sweat pants. I also noticed the tell-tale sign of an erection on its way down. Interesting, I thought to myself. “You ready to get started,” I asked him, not even acknowledging his opening greeting. “Yeah, man,” he said, walking towards his desk in the corner of the bedroom, “I already set some shit up over here.” I walked over to Travis’ desk, walking by his open closet. As soon as I got to the door of his closet, a strong familiar smell hit my nostrils. It was cum. Putting things together…Travis waiting before he let me into his room, his post-erection when I walked in, no underwear, and the smell of jizz coming from his closet…I deducted that Travis had been in the final stages of jacking off when I got to his room, finished up, pulled on some sweat pants, and threw his cum rag into the closet. Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a bad gig after all.

I was really surprised at Travis’ attitude during the first session. He was actually nice. He also showed some respect for his parents. “I’ve fucked up a lot and put them through a lot,” he said, “it’s time I grew up.” He also told me he planned on joining the Marine Corp after high school, and needed to graduate in order to join. Travis told me his parents had grounded him until he brought his grades up. He said he couldn’t see his girlfriend, couldn’t hang out with his friends, and could only go to school and church. “But,” he said, “it’s cool…I deserve it…it’s my own fault.” I had to admit I was kind of impressed. But, I was more side-tracked on the scenario that had likely been playing out before I got to his room. I had visions of Travis jacking his cock, rubbing his balls, then shooting his load into a sock or the underwear he’d been wearing. And I spent a lot of time stealing glances at his crotch.

Travis told me his parents wanted me to come three times a week. It was winter and I had no sports going on, so I told Travis that would work. I had to admit, I was looking forward to working with Travis, and seeing exactly where this whole thing would lead. There were a few things in my favor: being grounded, not seeing his girlfriend, being a typical horny 17 year-old guy, and the likelihood that I’d already almost caught him jacking off. It was definitely going to be interesting.

Things went smoothly with Travis the next few weeks, and there were no more “almost getting caught” incidences. The third week I was tutoring Travis, we had a big snow storm and there was no school. It was a Wednesday, and I called his mom to see if I could come over early than I normally did. “That’ll be fine, Sam,” she said, “you know Travis won’t be going anywhere anyway…just be careful.” I told her I would be there around 1:00 and hung up the phone. Because of the snow, I started out early. What normally was a fifteen minute drive, took me forty-five. I got to Travis’ house, and Mrs. Brown was waiting for me with the door open. “I told Travis you were coming early,” she said smiling, “but he had his ear buds in and his music up so loud, I’m not sure he heard me…go on up.”

I got to Travis’ door, knocked a couple of times, and there was no answer. I figured he was still listening to music, so I knocked again. Still no answer. I reached down, turned the door knob, and opened the door a little. I stuck my head in and looked around. Travis was sitting at his desk, his laptop open, watching porn. He was wearing track pants and a long-sleeve T. Travis had his cock pulled through the fly of his track pants, and he was slowly stroking it while he watched the porn. He still had his ear buds in. I stood there watching as Travis stroked his cock, then move his left hand to just under his T to rub his stomach. I watched as his mouth opened and closed slowly, and heard the moans escape. Travis’ head moved back slowly, as he watched the young blonde chick on his laptop screen get ass-fucked by a huge black cock.

I tried not to make any noise as I stood there watching Travis jack. I couldn’t really tell how big his cock was, but since he was slow jacking, every time his hand went down his shaft there was probably about 4-5 inches sticking out. My own cock was so hard, but I didn’t dare make any type of moves for fear he would either see or hear me. I stood there watching Travis slow jack his cock, and decided he was in no hurry to shoot. As I was watching, a plan began to form in my head. A plan that just might work.

Being as quiet as I could, and keeping an eye on Travis, I slowly backed out of his room. Being even more quiet, I closed his door. I looked at my watch. It was 1:30. Travis wasn’t expecting me until around 3:30 or 4:00. In his mind, this left him a long relaxing afternoon of watching porn and jacking off. I waited exactly five minutes, then knocked loudly on his door. No answer. I immediately knocked again, this time putting my ear to his bedroom door. At the end of my knock, I heard Travis say “Shit,” in a low voice. Then I heard clothes rustling and movement. I knocked again, and heard Travis say, “yeah, just a minute…” I heard movement again, and could tell Travis was walking toward the door. I stepped back just as he opened his bedroom door. Travis had a surprised look on his flushed face when he saw me. “Hey man…you’re early.” “Yeah,” I said, thinking how I’d interrupted his session, “since there’s no school I thought we could get it out of the way.” “Ummm…sure man,” he said, “come on in.” As Travis turned away from the door, I saw the large bulge in his track pants, and realized his erection had not yet gone down. As Travis walked ahead of me, I silently locked his bedroom door.

I followed Travis over to his desk, and he pushed his closed laptop back to make room for the books. We started the lesson, but Travis was having a really hard time concentrating. He kept shifting in his chair, and a few times his hand went to his crotch for adjustment. It was time to put my plan in motion. I sat back in my chair and looked at Travis. “Dude,” I said to him, reaching for his laptop, “I think we need to switch things up a bit…I found some equations online that might help you understand this better…” “Wait Sam,” Travis almost yelled, reaching for the laptop as fast as he could, “don’t open…” But he wasn’t as fast as me. Before he could stop me, I had opened Travis’ laptop and it immediately fired up to the porn sight he had been jacking to. “Whoa…dude…,” I said, half laughing, “is this why it took you so long to answer the door!” Travis didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes. He just stared at the movie on the screen. “Can you blame me, man,” he finally said, “I mean…I’m grounded, I can’t see Sarah, I can’t go anywhere but school and church…man I gotta get some kind a release…”

While my right hand was opening the laptop, my left hand had remained on my leg under Travis’ desk. Neither of us said anything as the porn played on the screen in front of us. Travis began shifting in his chair again, and I knew it was time. Slowly, I moved my hand from my leg and placed it on Travis’ crotch. “Dude,” I said, feeling Travis’ body flinch under my touch, “you’re still hard…” “What the hell are you doin’ man?,” Travis said, not taking his eyes off the screen, and not attempting to move my hand. I squeezed Travis’ crotch, feeling his cock jump under his track pants. “You’re hard,” I said to him again. Travis breathed in deep a few times, and I could feel his cock throb. Slowly, he let out his breath, and it was almost a moan. “Miller,” he said in a low voice, feeling my hand begin to rub the outline of his cock, “don’t start something you can’t…ahhhh fuucckk…”

Travis was breathing heavy as my left hand continued to rub the outline of his cock. I moved my right hand from the top of the desk, brought it to his crotch, and unzipped his track pants. Travis sucked in a deep breath, held it, then moaned it out as my hand reached into his pants and found his hard cock. It felt hot in my hand, and was slick and slimy from his pre-jizz. I pulled Travis’ cock through his zipper, and ran my thumb around the underhead and over his slimy cock slit. His cock jumped and thickened in my hand, and Travis let out a long low moan. Slowly, I ran my hand down his hard shaft, feeling his full bush at the base. Travis moaned again, and moved his legs farther apart in his chair. With my hand at the base of his cock, I slid my fingers down and cupped his hair balls. Travis’ cock jerked again, and pre-jizz flowed out of his slit and slid down to the top of my hand. “Fuucckk man,” Travis moaned, “duuddee…” My fingers rubbed under his balls, between him and his chair, and Travis moaned more as another flow of pre-jizz oozed out. I moved my hand back to his cock base, gripped, and slowly began to jack him.

Travis’ cock shaft was covered with pre-jizz, and my fist slid easily up and down. “Fuucckk…fuucckk…fuucckk…,” Travis kept moaning, as my fist slid up and down his wet shaft. Travis moved his hands to the arms of his chair, and began fucking my fist with his hips. His breathing became hard, and his chest moved in and out at a fast pace. “Don’t fuckin’ stop dude…,” Travis groaned out, “I’m fuckin’ close man…” I increased my speed with my fist. Travis gripped the arms of his chair harder, and his hips fucked hard into my hand. “Ahhh…fuucckk dude…fuucckk…FUUUCCCKKK,” Travis groaned hard and pushed his hips up harder. I slowed my jacking, and Travis stopped hand fucking me, and held his hips up hard against my hand. With one last loud “FUUUCCCKKK” Travis’ cock began to erupt.

When the first shot fired out of Travis’ cock and sailed past his head, I increased my jacking again. I looked at Travis, and he was staring at his cock, glassy-eyed and almost in disbelief, as shots of cum landed in his hair, on his neck, and the chest of his T. When he was finished shooting, the front of Travis’ T was sprayed with shots of jizz. I had been jacking his cock the entire time he shot, and when the shot was out Travis slumped down in his chair with his eyes closed, his body almost limp. He finally opened his eyes, and looked over at me. “Dude,” he said, still breathing a little hard, “I have never…damn!” I just smiled at him, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes again. Travis’ cock was still rock hard in my hand. He opened his eyes again, realized I was still slow jacking his cock, and looked over at me. “Sam,” he said, half chuckling, “it’s never gonna go down if you keep jerkin’ it…” “I know,” I said, moving his chair back from his desk, and getting on my knees between his legs, “that’s what I’m counting on…”