Steps to Cocksucking

From: Victoria Boy

I am a cocksucker. Sucking cock is my true passion and calling in life. I did not know it at the time, but my first step to sucking cock took place shortly after I started my first year of University. I had slept in the same room as others before: sleepovers, camping trips—that sort of thing. Living in a shared dorm room is a completely different experience. There is no privacy and no secrets. I knew Brad, my roommate, jerked off, and I am sure he knew I did the same. I had even discovered his still wet cum towel one-day doing laundry. As I said, no privacy. Brad and I had both jerked off while the other was in the room. It had always been with the lights off and with the pre-tense that the other was fast asleep. Brad did it all the time, but I would try and wait until I had our dorm room to myself for a half-hour. It was during one of these solo sessions that my journey began. I was sitting on my desk chair jerking away in my own little fantasy world when I thought I heard something in the room. I stopped, looked around, and saw Brad standing there with a smirk on his face. “I guess you didn’t hear me come in.” I couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say, so sat there like a deer in headlights. “As long as you’re not going to put that away, do ‘ya mind if I join in?” Brad moved behind me and leaned on the bed looking over my shoulder. He had hauled his cock out, and suggested I turn on my computer to check out some video clips he had downloaded. I opened the folder he said would have the files, and discovered he had been using my computer quite a bit. Soon a video was flashing tits all over the screen and I could hear the sounds of Brad jerking off behind me. Whenever the screen would turn dark I could see a partial reflection of Brad in action. I was too scared to look back, but horny enough that I started to again play with myself. It was awkward under the desk. I already had reclined the chair way back when I started, and had moved it forward under the desk partly to hide and partly to give Brad some space. I rolled the chair back a little, and could very much sense Brad’s movements and heat about a foot behind me and to the right. Brad was moaning and the video was playing. I closed my eyes for a second and really went at it. I had my eyes closed, and was not fully aware of how the pleasure of jerking off was involving my entire body. I smelled cock, opened my eyes and realized I had my head turned a little towards Brad. My peripheral vision let me see his cock and hand working his cock. He was circumcised, and far larger than my own un-cut cock. His eyes were closed, and his head was back. I slowed down my own pace to stop from cumming, and looked a little more at Brad. Every once in a while he would open his eyes and look at the screen, then roll his head back again and continue pleasuring himself. He paid me no attention. Brad was working himself well. His energy was building up and up interrupted by a pause to hold himself back from orgasm. “Do you cum on your chest?” he asked. “Yeah,” I admitted sheepishly, not sure if this was an acceptable practice or not. “Do you?” “No... I can’t stand cum. I don’t want it near me.” I think he could tell by my reaction that I was a little embarrassed. “Don’t worry most guys cum on themselves. I just can’t.” “What do you do?” “Just cum on the desk, or on a towel, or whatever is around. As long as none of it hits me I’m fine.” He trailed off and was resuming his concentration on jerking off. He re-positioned himself and I guess I moved a little, but I ended up having my shoulder pointing between his legs as he looked over me to the computer. His dick was pretty much over my right side directly beside my head. I only had to turn my eyes to see him jerk off, and didn’t even need to turn my head more than a little bit. He was moaning a little again, and had reached his previous level of excitement. I was still stroking my cock, but had slowed so that I would not cum too soon. Instead of slowing this time, Brad kept building and building his pace. His moans had become pronounced for a moment as his body tensed and he leaned against my shoulder. He had begun cumming, and shot his load on me. I don’t know why, but this set me off as well, and I blew a massive load all over my chest and even a few shots onto my chin and neck. When my orgasm subsided I opened my eyes to see Brad squeezing and shaking the last few drops of cum out of his dick onto my shoulder. “I’m glad cum doesn’t bother you,” he said. “You are covered! About a week passed before Brad and I had another open encounter like that one. I had been sitting at my desk again, this time doing homework. Brad had just returned from watching TV in the common room when he asked if I was going to blow a load before bed. I was taken back briefly, but told him I was not sure. “I’ve got to. I don’t like jerking myself off, but I won’t be able to sleep with this hard on” he said as he gently massaged the front of his pants. He paused momentarily. “Load up another video, if you don’t mind.” I didn’t mind. I looked for a file, and I heard Brad unzip his shorts. Brad moved over to lean against the bed just like last week. I could sense him jerking off behind me as the screen again flashed one of his downloads. I had leaned back a little, but hadn’t started masturbating yet. I just sat and watched him. I knew if I started myself, it wouldn’t take me long. Eventually I couldn’t resist, and quietly pulled my dick through my zipper. Brad had cycled him self up and down a few times by this point. During one of his down times he opened his eyes and noticed I had started working myself too. “Your shirt is going to be a mess,” he said. I looked up at him and was not sure of what I should do. I pulled my shirt up on a little, exposing my belly. Then, remembering how much I shot before I decided to take the entire T-shirt off. I had to swivel away to get the shirt over my head, but swiveled back even closer to Brad. I decided to unbutton my pants and pull them down a little too. While I was doing this I could feel the side of my face brush against Brad’s hip, and quickly felt his left hand tentatively rest on top of my head. Brad was leaning forward again, and working his cock at light speed. His knees quivered and he again leaned further forward. His moans were louder, and he had reached the point of no return. I paused my own pleasure to watch this event unfolding inches away. He started gasping “I’m gonna... cum... here it is...” He thrust his hips fully forward, and leaned on my head with his hand, then as he shot his first volley of cum his shoulders and head flew back and the shot went almost straight up. “Aoahhhh...” As if in slow motion, I could see the first shot of cum come down and hit me on the face. His orgasm continued, and he shot the rest of his massive load all over my chest and neck. One drop went all the way down to hit my hand as I resumed my own stroking. I was embarrassed and wanted to stop, but my hormones would not let me do anything but keep masturbating. I could feel his hot cum all over my body and face, and could smell it by my nose. I could also feel something else by my shoulder, and looked over to see Brad wiping the last bits of cum from his dick onto my skin. As I looked at this happening, I realized I was shooting my own load—the biggest of my life to that point in time. As my orgasm subsided, I sensed Brad stepping away. He put his underwear back on, and took off his own shirt. He kicked up my shirt from the floor and tossed it at me to clean myself up. “You sure shot a big load.” “Yeah.” In my post-orgasmic state I didn’t know what I should say. “So did you.” “I guess so. It was great—I love cumming on someone else. Looks like it doesn’t bother you much either.” I couldn’t believe I had shot such a big load with my roommate’s cum on my face. After being cummed on by my roommate the second time, I was worried as I went to bed. Was Brad going to tell? Was it normal behavior for two guys to jerk off together like that? Why did he dislike his own cum touching him, but I would let him cum on me like that? I tossed that night for hours, and finally told myself “I won’t let it happen again.” Neither of us had class the next morning, but some asshole pulled the fire alarm at about quarter to ten so we were both up early. After they let us back in the building we sat and talked for a bit. Brad was a cool guy, and I liked talking with him. Everything seemed so normal, despite what had happened. Eventually, the topic turned to masturbation. Brad said I was lucky to be un-cut, and un-cut guys have it so much easier when it comes to jerking off. I asked him what he meant, and he said that un-cut guys can stroke their dicks a lot more effectively than cut guys. He said jerking himself off was something he did only when he had to. He said it was almost a necessity for someone else to help him out. The topic changed again, but it was obvious Brad was horny. I was not nearly as worried about Brad saying anything, and was getting a little randy myself. Brad was sitting at my computer and I was lying on my bed. He turned and absent-mindedly started playing on the computer. Soon enough he was looking at some of his porn. I couldn’t help it—I was hard as a rock. After a few minutes of constant re-arranging he finally said “That’s it—time for me to drop another load.” After a few seconds of my silence he said, “Do you mind?” I told him he could go ahead, and he started to play with himself a little more openly. After a few minutes he turned to see I was massaging myself through my PJs. “Sorry, I guess I am in your chair.” He stood and rested against my bed, and I took the queue to move to the chair. As I stood, I thought for a second and decided to remove my shirt. Brad was smiling as I sat down and reclined the chair. We jerked off just like the other times, and I could tell Brad was into it. He had put his left hand on the left of my head this time, and was standing right beside me. Both of us knew he was planning on shooting all over me again, but he was smart enough not to scare me off. He slowed down again, and started pushing his dick down and around, letting it bounce back. He got a little braver, and pushed it all the way down so it hit my shoulder, and then he let it snap back up. When I didn’t freak out, he did it again a few more times, and then wiped some pre-cum on me. I just sat there and took in this new experience and exploration. I did not know what to make of it, but did know I was turned on. Brad jerked off again for a minute, then went back to snapping his dick. This time he pulled it to his right and let it snap over and brush my cheek. I just sat there and kept jerking myself off. After a minute, Brad stopped all together. I looked up at him, almost as if I had done something wrong. He explained “it” was sore. He said that’s why it sucks to be circumcised. Too much of the same motion made it hurt, not like when someone else does it for you. When someone else does it, the grip changes and it feels a lot better. I was still stroking myself, but only a little bit at this point. He jerked off again for a second, but stopped quickly. He snapped it a few more times, and I could feel it touch me. He paused as if he was carefully choosing his words, and then asked me if I would help him for a minute, just to get him going again. Like an idiot, I did not know what he meant, and asked him to explain. He grabbed my left arm and brought it across my body, moving my hand up to his cock. I tensed up for a second, but relaxed as he wrapped my fingers around his cock. “Just stroke it for a few seconds. It will make it feel a lot better so I can continue.” I never agreed, but did not pull away. I stroked it a little, but was also stroking mine with my right hand. I could not see the screen well over my arm, so I just looked at Brad’s cock. It really was big, and felt quite strange. I had never touched anyone else’s dick before, and was amazed how soft it was. I knew my own dick like the back of my hand, but Brad’s dick was new and amazing. I realized I had stopped moving my right hand, and was only holding my dick as I stroked Brad’s cock. I loved how I could make his whole body shake by simply manipulating this organ in my hand. I turned my body a little, and let go of my own dick completely. I was fascinated by this new experience, and wanted it to last forever. I was working him well, and he was moaning quite a bit. I could tell he was close, and knew I should stop but couldn’t control my actions. He was on the edge. He gasped, and I kept working his cock up and down. I felt it swell in my fingers. He squirmed as he shot his first volley up across my arm and chest. I did not think to aim the thing, and caught the next one coming down on my face. I first felt the heat of his cum hit my skin, and then the heat of my blushing skin as I realized I had not only had my roommate cum on me again, but this time I had made him cum on me. I slowed my stroking, and as if by instinct squeezed out the last drops of cum. Brad took his cock back and wiped his dick again. He mainly wiped on my shoulder, but the last drops were wiped on my cheek. He looked down at my cum-covered face and said “Thanks” as he moved away and put his shorts back on. “I’m going to go have a shower. I’ll leave you to it.” Brad walked over to the door, and opened it wide. Thank god no one was outside to see me covered in my roommate’s cum. The door closed and I reached for my own dick. It was as hard as it had ever been. I hope Brad had not noticed. With the sexuality of the past 15 minutes, it took me less than one minute to bring myself to the edge. I came hard and mixed my own cum with Brad’s still covering my body and face. Brad’s cum had held its consistency while I took care of myself, but mine had quickly started to run. As I was milking my own last few drops, Brad came back in the room and smiled down at me. “I forgot my towel,” he said. “Looks like you need a shower more than I do.” The rest of that day was torture. I had blown three very big loads in the past two days but I was still in need of massive satisfaction. My afternoon classes were a write off, as I had no blood in my brain at all. I passed Brad on camps after my second class, and we chatted for a minute. His coolness made me quite comfortable with what had happened. I had one more class to go, and Brad had a spare and then a long lab so we said goodbye until after dinner. When we did see each other that night, it took only seconds for him to ask if I wanted to jerk off again. I was easily persuaded, and told him it was fine by me. He said “Great! Let’s get started... take off your shirt” as he pulled off his own pants and shirt. I was a bit more modest and changed into my PJ bottoms before I assumed my usual position to lower my pants and begin my pleasuring. Brad didn’t ask me to jerk him off. Instead, he started himself. He didn’t even try and play a game about his dick touching me. He would jerk for a second, then rub his cock on my shoulder. Then again, but he would touch the side of my head. After a few minutes, he said he had an idea. “Move over to the sofa,” he said. The sofa was really a 1960’s comfortable single bucket style chair, but it was like a one-man sofa. Without any objection or thought I went to the chair and sat down, still playing with myself. “Pull your pants up—I want to try something and don’t want your dick to get in the way.” My pants came up and I sat there in my PJs on the chair. Brad walked over to in front of the chair facing me, and mounted the arms on his knees so he was sitting over top of me, his crotch at head level. His legs were spread, and I guess he didn’t want to hover over me like that with my dick out of my pants. He rested one hand on the chair back behind my head, and began jerking off with the other. All I could see was his dick. It couldn’t have been more than 4 inches from my face. He masturbated for a minute, and brushed my face a few times. My hands were on the outside of the armrests, and without thinking I had moved them to hold his legs. He grabbed my arm and brought it forward as he said “Stroke it for me.” My hand quickly latched onto his dick, but I hesitated to pleasure him. He again told me to stroke it, and I slowly started. I worked his dick well, and really studied the organ. It was very big, well proportioned balls, and had a clean circumcision. I could smell it and could feel the heat it produced. Brad was moaning and twitching as I continued to play with his dick for him. I jerked him for about five to six minutes before I noticed the porn on the computer had ended. Brad told me to play with his balls. I started to remove my hand when he told me to keep stroking it, and to play with his balls with my other hand. I felt a little dumb, but quickly recovered. Brad moved one hand off the chair back and used it to point his dick away from his body. He was close, and the extra stimulation was clearly going to make him cum. His dick swelled hard, and I worked it for all I was worth, and could tell he was experiencing the full pleasure of an orgasm. “Here it goes” he faintly whispered from above. I could sense him looking down as I looked straight at his dick. One of his hands quickly reached down and pushed his dick down as I kept stroking. Just as his dick aimed square at my face his first shot came, then his second, and third. I had noticed he shot big loads from my earlier experiences, but this was the biggest by far. Some time during his orgasm Brad brought his hand back to steady himself on the chair and I must have just kept his dick pointing the way he left it. I had cum on my forehead, over the bridge of my nose, all around my mouth, my chin, neck, cheeks, and at the end his dick just drained the last bits of cum down to my chest. The sheer volume of cum on my face was amazing. “Just clean the end off” he asked. For some reason I did not object, but took my second hand from his balls and drew the last smears of cum off his dick head. He went to stand up, and I realized I would have to release his dick if he was going to move. I just sat there covered in cum, afraid to move as he gathered his things for another shower. As soon as the door closed behind him I stroked for only a few seconds and shot a massive load on my chest. I struggled to find a towel or something I could use to clean myself up. When Brad returned from his shower, he said he could still smell his cum in the room. He said he couldn’t stand that smell. I sure could smell it, and I could still feel where it had been on my skin even though I had cleaned it off. As I was leaving to get ready for bed, Brad discovered a shot had missed me and landed on the sofa. I grabbed the cumrag and dabbed it up before I left for my own shower. I didn’t really see Brad again until the following evening before dinner. Our morning schedules did not match, and I ran into him as I was getting my things together to go for dinner. He asked me to wait and go with him in about half an hour and I agreed. I asked Brad what he was up to between now and then, and he said he was actually hoping to blow a load. I looked up at him and he had a big grin on his face. I grinned and shook my head in disbelief. He gestured to the sofa and without objection I took my place. Before I was seated he had started removing his pants and shirt, and I leaned off the chair to remove my shirt as well. Brad mounted the chair, and made no motion to begin pleasuring himself, so I reached up and started working his cock for him. Things were moving rapidly this time, and he did not want the process to be drawn out. He wanted to cum, bad. “Wait,” he said—the first word spoken since he told me he was hoping to blow a load. He quickly got off the sofa and grabbed one of my towels from my shelf. As he hurried to his spot reached for his dick again. As I stroked, Brad pulled me forward off the back of the chair, and leaned over me to place the towel behind my head covering the sofa. “If I have a few shots miss I don’t want to leave a stain again.” It seemed perfectly logical. I continued my stroking, and Brad resumed his moaning. From the time he finished with the towel to the time I could tell he was going to cum was less than two minutes. I had his dick pointed straight away from his body again, but was not looking at it when he started to cum. Instead, I leaned my head back so I could look at his body and face. Brad’s abs gave away the imminent orgasm, and his face showed how much pleasure he was subjected to. Because I was looking up, is cum hit me at much more of an angle. I could see the first shot blast in my line of sight, hit me on the forehead, and the rest fall in a string reaching down to my chin. Five good shots and a few week splashes later I was again covered. I reached up to wipe one shot of cum off my closed eyelids before I could open them to see Brad looking down at me. “Looks like we didn’t need the towel after all,” he said as I cleaned his cock off. “I didn’t miss a single shot. I couldn’t say anything back to Brad as I would have had to part my cum-covered lips. That was ok—I couldn’t think of anything to say. Brad got off the chair and started getting ready. I opened my own pants to jerk off and could not have lasted more than a minute. The smell of his sex was too much stimulation. “Wow, the more cum I shoot on your face, the bigger the load you blow.” I don’t know why I let things continue with Brad. Partly I think it was because I thought that if I kept jerking him off, he wouldn’t tell anyone I had jerked him off. I know this was kind of messed up, but it made sense at the time. Things stayed as I described them for the rest of that week. Brad had shot about 8 loads on me, and I had pleasured him six times that first week in my first week on the job. I would always jerk off after he was done with his load on my face and the smell of sex in the air. Near as I could tell, Brad was not masturbating anymore, and I was taking care of all his orgasms. Brad told me he had e-mailed his best friend from High School, and was telling him he was getting some great hand jobs. His friend, Sam, asked who was doing the deed but Brad said he wasn’t going to tell. We had developed sort of a routine for the task, and when I was in my PJ bottoms with no shirt on he started calling it my “hand-job uniform.” Aside from a little teasing, Brad was a great friend. We got along well, and he enjoyed the time with me even if I wasn’t jerking him off. At the end of the week, Brad was again seeking my services, but somehow he ended up straddling the chair before I got my shirt off. As he was getting close, I mentioned I should take my shirt off and we should get the towel for the chair. He convinced me he would be able to get it all on my face if I held the head against my skin when he shot. Brad’s cock head was covered in pre-cum. When he told me he was close, I leaned a little forward and felt the slickness of his wet cock head slip around my cheek. I was jerking him hard to finish him. I banged my arm and lost my rhythm, and could tell I was going to have to pause to take another run at it. As I slowed, Brad suggested I try and squeeze some more pre-cum out. The extra pre-cum kept his cock head slipping around my cheek as I again worked Brad’s cock. I could tell he was enjoying the extra stimulation to his cock head, and noticed he was talking a little more than usual. “Oh, that’s good... Work it... Oh yeah. Make me cum. Fuck. This is going to be a big load... ar... You ready?” He looked down at me. His eyes showed ecstasy, and mine showed a little fear. “eAaaAahhhhHHHhhhh...h...h...” The shots were hard and splattered hard on my face. With my cheek I could feel his dick head pulse out his cum, then relax. I knew he didn’t want any of his cum to touch him, so I had started his orgasm higher up on my face, and drew it down further toward my chin with each consecutive shot. The final shot and drool was on my chin, but true to his word Brad had kept every drop on my face. I found a dilemma after Brad had left me in the chair: I was so ready to masturbate, but still had my shirt on with no way of removing it without loosing his load. I ended up pulling my pants off and jerking madly. I had to hold my head still in the backward position to make sure his cum didn’t start running off. When I was ready for my own load, I sat upright, still looking straight at the ceiling, and blew my load downward over my legs. Brad’s laugh caught me off guard. I guess I had just assumed he left for a shower, but he had watched me sit there and masturbate like that with his load on my face. Still holding my head up to face the ceiling, I moved my eyes around to see him standing by the dresser. The cum that would run off my face and the cum that would run off my legs kept me from moving. Holding the rest of my body still I reached around until I found a towel to clean myself off. There was no denying that I enjoyed jerking Brad off. Thank god Brad had not made me deny it. He just treated me like a normal friend—a good friend at that. The first weekend since I had started jerking Brad off, he had to do a lot of studying for an exam on Tuesday, and was at the Library to get some work done. Between morning sessions, trips home and other treats I made Brad cum 7 times. Each time Brad blew a big load on my face, and left me to masturbate. The third time that Saturday, I could tell Brad was getting a little tired, and wanted some extra stimulation. While I was stroking his cock, Brad would lean forward a little, tickling his balls and scrotum on my face. He then started running his fingers across my face, pausing at my lips and playing with them. Again with his balls over my lips, followed by his fingers and all while I still firmly stroked his cock for him. As Brad’s fingers played with my lips, he would pull and push them so they moved ever so slightly apart, then let them go back to their resting position. Quickly he got so that my lips would be moved apart, and he would move his balls over my lips as they moved back to the resting position. He then started to leave a finger under his balls resting on my lips, and would move my lips around to tickle his balls. Eventually the motion became so regular that I realized I was moving my lips still and Brad had no longer needed his fingers to stimulate the motion. As soon as I realized Brad’s finger was gone I stopped moving my lips, and momentarily slowed then stopped stroking his cock. He quickly replaced his finger and my jerking him resumed, followed by the movement of my lips. We played a game where he would start the motion, remove his finger, and see how long I would keep moving my lips on my own. At first I only kept moving for a second, then it ended up I was going for a few seconds at a time, until it ended up he would replace his finger on my lips before I had stopped moving them. At this point he started parting my lips a little more, until I could feel the wetness of my saliva come off the inside of my lips onto his scrotum. He was enjoying the feeling, and my jerking continued until he blew a load straight up, the cum splashing down over my eyes, forehead, and hair. Brad was so turned on by how the last session went that he was horny enough for a fourth go later in the evening. Again my lips were used to caress his balls, but this time with a lot less prompting from Brad. This time I was parting my lips on my own, and Brad loved every second of it. As I became more into my new task, Brad started resting harder on my lips when they were parted, pushing my lips further apart, and pushing his balls firmly against my slightly open mouth. I could feel his balls resting against my teeth but I let Brad enjoy the moment. It was quite an odd view, seeing my hand only a couple inches away from my eyes stroking Brad’s cock madly. Brad started resting his balls between my lips for longer and longer. In time I relaxed a little more, and my jaw was not as tense. This allowed my teeth to part slightly—not enough for his balls to come in, but he could feel the opening below. Involuntarily, my tongue came up and for a fraction of a second touched his scrotum. Brad gasped, and I realized what I had done. I hesitated, and then touched his balls again with my tongue. His sigh was not of shock this time but pure pleasure. Though I was still moving my lips, they rarely came together any more. Brad was firmly running his balls across my mouth like a harmonica, and I could feel my tongue licking his balls as they passed by. Again, Brad was excited and pulled his body back, then blew another big load directly at my lips—his fourth of the day. Sunday was a lot more lickin’ balls. Brad was not leaning forward anymore, but had me leaning to his balls and kissing/licking them all over as I jerked him off. He was giving the side of my head nudges to encourage some movement, but all in all let me do my job without any help. His last orgasm on Sunday, Brad tried a new position altogether. To this point in time, Brad had started jerking off over my shoulder as I watched the computer. Then he wanted to try straddling me over the sofa chair. This time when I took off my shirt Brad told me it was time to try something different, and had me lay on my back on the floor. Brad got naked and stood straddling my head, facing my feet. He descended, and sat on my face, his balls directly over my mouth. The first thing I noticed was how strong the scent of Brad was with my nose beneath his balls. Second, I noticed how well shaped his ass was. I had not been able to look at it up close before. I never realized that I was doing everything and anything Brad wanted with little objection. I sat there with Brad’s balls resting on my lips, my nose sniffing his between his legs. “Jerk me off.” Brad said from above. I couldn’t see anything but his ass. I reached up and took his cock in my hand and started stroking for him. “Yeah... kiss my balls” which of course I did. I also started opening my lips a little and could feel the wetness again. “Lick them.” My tongue touched a few times then started to stroke his balls a little. The whole time I was still working his cock. Brad was getting turned on, and was really grinding into my mouth. “Lick more... open up and get your tongue right out there... really work them.” I was licking his balls like an iced cream treat, and could even feel my tongue touch his pubic hair and the vein that ran up his cock. Brad started thrashing a little, and then was almost too caught up in the moment to say “Open up even more” as he pushed his balls right into my mouth. I was working his cock well through this, and he started having his orgasm while I could feel the pulsing all around my mouth as his balls emptied onto my chest. “That was great” was all he said before he went to bed. I quietly jerked off as Brad crawled into bed and turned out his light. I blew a massive load with the taste of Brad’s balls in my mouth. Late in the evening on Monday I still hadn’t heard from Brad. I assumed he was at the library, so went and had dinner myself. When I got home there was a message on the machine from Brad asking me if I had seen a book he needed. He was at the library and wanted me to call his cell if I found his book. The book was in our room so I called him, and discovered he was having a long day. I didn’t have much to do so offered to drop the book by the library for him. Brad told me where he was and I started the fifteen-minute walk to the other end of the campus. I found Brad and gave him the book. We chatted for a while, and he explained he was going to stay studying until the library closed. Chatted some more before he shared that he had been a little horny, and asked me if I could help him out. I was shocked and said “What?! Here?” “No,” he said as if I was a fool for thinking so. “We could go to the washroom. I don’t even think there is anyone else on this floor.” Brad was right, the Library was deserted, and this floor was especially unoccupied. I asked if he was serious, and he just told me to follow him. I was led to the washroom, and Brad went in to one of the stalls. He had me sit on the toilet, and tried a few different ways of standing once he had his dick out. Eventually he decided it was best if I sat there and he stood on the ground in front of me. If we heard anyone come in he would stand on the edge of the bowl with his feet between my legs. In utter disbelief this was happening I started jerking him off. Brad was very aroused, and it was easy to work him. He pulled my head forward to his balls and I started to tongue his balls again, this time my nose pressed against the shaft of his cock. I was upright this time and my tongue did reach the edge of his shaft, but did not climb up. Brad’s orgasm was approaching, and I jerked and licked him well. Just in time for his first shot Brad pulled his balls and my face apart, and pressed the head on my face so that I would not get my clothes dirty. He shot and shot, and my face was covered. He pulled his dick back into his pants, thanked me, and told me he would be back at his desk. Brad had left the washroom, but I doubt he had made it all the way to his desk when I blew my own load. I blew it into my hand, and tried to get as much off into the toilet as possible, but it was difficult because Brad’s cum was still on my face. I got some toilet paper and wiped off as best I could, and then careful that I didn’t hear anyone near the washroom I peeked out into the mirror. I still had a good gob of cum in my hair, and quickly cleaned it off. After a last inspection I went out and said goodnight to Brad. The next week provided Brad with a lot more licking of his balls. It became such a regular part of our routine that I even did it without being asked. The licking focused mainly on his nuts, but I had explored around the base of his shaft and the sides of his legs. He did enjoy my lips working on his sack, and had me do this most of the time while I was working him, but without fail he blew his load on me. Brad was very direct, and did not try and make much of a game about how I jerked him. He was not rude, but did not beat around the bush at all. If he wanted a hand job, he just said he needed one. If I was not doing something and he wanted it done he told me. When he was ready to cum he would tell me to aim at my face. During one of Brad’s hand job sessions he was direct again in telling me what he wanted. He pointed out that when he was aiming at my face, I would press my lips together. He said he liked shooting across lips, and did not want me to make them so tight. He told me to just relax my lips a little so they looked more full when he came on them. I thought about it for a second, and he was right. I did press my lips together when he came—I didn’t know why, but I did it. I jerked him hard and puckered my lips for him just as he asked. He told me that was perfect, and blew a load almost all directly on my lips. I could feel my lips getting soft as the cum was soaked in and moistened them, then could feel them get crusty as the cum dried. Later, as I washed up I thought I could taste some of Brad’s cum, and ran to brush my teeth. A few days later Brad brought his cock head to my lips as I was jerking him off. I had touched most of his balls and shaft with my lips at that point, but never the head of his dick. I was startled, but continued to jerk him off. His dick head touched my lips every so often, and at the moment he started to cum he had his head pressed hard against my lips. There was no stopping the first shot—it definitely shot past my loosely closed lips and I immediately spit it out. Later I think Brad was worried he had pissed me off, but it did not stop him from enjoying the rest of his orgasm. The next few times I jerked him off he did not touch my lips with the head of his dick, but everything else was as before. Brad had called me from his cell phone a few times. The first couple times he asked me to bring him something, but quickly he became direct and told me he needed a hand job. I never disappointed him and would walk or bike over to whatever building he was in. One time I jerked him off in a study room, and he blew an especially big load on my face. I didn’t have anything to clean my face off with, so Brad said he would go to the washroom and get some paper towels. I sat there nervous as hell with his load on my face in a class that had no lock on the door. I could hear steps in the hall and prayed they were Brad’s. They were, but he could not find any paper towels. He suggested I use my boxers, and having no other viable option I took off my pants and boxers, cleaned my face, and put my pants back on. I folded up my boxers and shoved them in my pocket before I almost ran home to jerk off. I did not realize until that day how much I needed the smell and feel of Brad’s cum to get myself off. I had to take the wet boxers out of my pocket, unfold them, and lay them over my nose to get myself off. The next time I took care of Brad on campus, I came prepared with a cum rag. Brad’s friend Sam came over to visit one weekend. I new Brad had told Sam he was getting hand jobs all the time, but Brad had swore to me he wouldn’t tell Sam I was the one taking care of his needs. I hoped Brad had stayed true to his word. Sam arrived on a Friday, and was at our dorm room when I got back from my last class that afternoon. Sam had cut his classes that day, and had taken the ferry over to see Brad. We talked for a while, and Sam brought up the hand jobs. I was scared, but had no choice but to play along. Sam asked if I knew who was giving Brad all the hand jobs. I could not lie well, so told the truth: I did know who was doing the job. Sam thought it was great, and couldn’t believe someone would sit there and let Brad spunk all over their face every day. Sam was jealous. After dinner Sam took off to visit an Aunt & Uncle in town. Brad and I returned to our room and Brad wanted to blow a load. As things got going, Brad slowed me down, saying he wanted this to be a good one because it was going to be tough to fit these in with Sam staying over. I stretched it out as long as I could, licking his balls, slowly rubbing his pre-cum over my cheek, and taking breaks so he would not shoot his load too fast. We were about twenty-five minutes into the hand job, and I had Brad’s balls in my mouth and was jerking him madly when I heard a key in the door. I had enough time to get his balls out of my mouth but had not let go of his dick when Sam burst into the room. Sam was so shocked he just stood there until I told him to close the damn door. He did close the door, and all he could say was “It’s you! You are the one jerking him off!” I was frozen. I just sat there holding Brad’s dick and staring at Sam. Sam walked over and was taking his own dick out and working it into a big old hard on. “This is great... keep going, I want to see this!” Brad looked down at me in a half apology and a half encouragement. “He’s already seen, you might as well keep going.” I was moving my hand, slowly jerking Brad off, but not fully aware of my actions. Sam had started jerking himself off beside us, and I sat there humiliated at my secret exposed. “It’s OK” Brad said to me reassuringly. I started working Brad a little more. I continued to stroke Brad, but did not lick his balls again. I figured Sam had seen enough. Soon it was obvious Brad was going to cum. I was unsure I wanted to finish him with Sam watching, but Brad took this decision out of my hands (sort of) by leaning his cock head to my face as he started to cum. I pleasured him through his entire orgasm, and carefully worked the last drops of cum from his dick head. As I did this I became aware Sam was still in the room and saw me take the load on my face. I was also aware of Sam’s masturbation, and thought he was close to orgasm as well. “Can I cum on him too?” Sam asked Brad in a faint voice. I looked up at Brad who was looking down at me as if asking a question. I don’t remember trying to tell him anything, but he seemed to read my face well. “He’s already got one load; you can go ahead if you want.” Brad had given Sam permission to cum on my face. I looked over at Sam to see how long it was going to be, and realized he was already taking aim. As if by instinct I faced him directly and presented his target like I would to Brad. It was quite odd having the cum splash on my face without me doing the jerking. I noticed his cum was a lot runnier than Brad’s, and that it had a much stronger smell. “That was great... thanks!” Sam said. I assumed Sam was talking to me, but I was unable to reply. “You’re welcome.” Brad had replied. Sam must have been thanking him. “Let’s go watch some TV so he can finish himself.” After the door closed I blew my load, and quickly cleaned up. I was so covered in the two guy’s cum that I went for a shower. After watching some TV and shooting the shit for a while, Brad, Sam and I had returned to the room. The topic of sex came up, and I learned that Sam and Brad had circle jerked since they hit puberty. Sam asked Brad if he was going to blow another load tonight, and Brad looked over at me. Brad said he would if my jerking arm was not too tired. He sort of smiled and started undressing. He then commented I was already in my uniform, and he and Sam both smiled. As I was sitting down and Brad was getting up, I asked Brad if I had to do it with Sam watching. Brad told me that he and Sam had been jerking off for years, so it didn’t matter at all. Though that was not what I had meant, I decided that Sam had already watched, and he didn’t even live in town so it wouldn’t be a big deal. I started jerking Brad off, and almost forgot Sam was watching—until I heard Sam talking with Brad. They were talking about how often I did this, and Brad was sharing how I had done it on campus for him. He also told Sam it was great because I never tried to pleasure myself while taking care of him, but always waited until after. Sam asked if he always came on my face, and Brad told him how much his aim had improved and how he never got any cum on himself—even on his dick head. Sam had taken off his pants and had his dick right beside us on the chair. Sam asked Brad if I could jerk him off too, but Brad said he would have to wait until after he was done. He said the chair was in the way, but we might try something like that tomorrow. Brad slowed his conversation as he got into the hand job. I worked him skillfully, and quickly brought him to the edge. As he was ready to shoot, he called to Sam to watch him cum on my face. I just sat there and let it all happen. I was surprised how big of a load Brad shot for his second of the day. He must have been quite turned on. As Brad was getting off I wiped some cum off my hand onto my chest. Sam quickly took Brad’s spot and I didn’t even get a chance to clean myself off. Sam was quite ready. He kept looking at me, saying he was going to cum on my face, and it would be my fourth load in as many hours. He also was saying how great it must be to have a personal hand-job assistant living in the same room. I was working Sam hard, trying to get him to shoot before Brad’s cum turned all runny and messed up my whole body. I could hear Brad telling me to pucker my lips a little so Sam could shoot all over them, and as I moved my lips I could hear Sam start down the road of no return. I kept going and milked his cock all over my already cum covered face and lips. The morning hand job was my first double hand job. I did them both at once as they stood on either side. I had to work them as they took turns talking about how good it felt to have me doing all the work for their circle jerk. Brad was the first to shoot, and had brought his balls to my face for me to lick. I had not licked them, but Brad still took pleasure from rubbing his scrotum all over my lips. He quickly shot, and then got out of the way as not to be hit by any of Sam’s cum as he also let loose on me. Sam went for a solo run just before lunch, but Brad said he was too tired. Brad left the room to let Sam have a little more time, and Sam started talking to me about this whole situation. He told me I had talent for hand jobs, and that I was really keeping Brad happy. He also said Brad needed a lot of satisfaction so I had better make sure I keep up the good work. He placed his balls over my lips like Brad had done in the morning and rested them there as I continued jerking him off. I moved my lips a little for him, but did not kiss, lick, or suck his balls like I did for Brad. My little bit of lip motion was enough for Sam at that time, and he pulled back to shoot again. His cum was real runny this time, but did not smell as strong as before. I cleaned up Sam’s mess and we joined Brad for lunch. When Sam and I met up with Brad in the cafeteria, there were a few other people from the building sitting at the table. We joined the conversation, and as they finished each group left until just Sam, Brad and I remained. It was then that Sam shared the story of his last hand job with Brad, saying what a good job I had done, and how I was a natural. The description went on for a few minutes before Brad interrupted and said he was ready to cum. He got up and took his tray back, followed in a few seconds by Sam and then I. Brad didn’t even look back; he just walked ahead of us back to the dorm room. When Sam and I caught up to Brad in the room, he already had his pants off and was showing off his large erection. He looked at me as I was frozen, stunned at how hard his dick was. “Come on... I can’t wait,” he said looking over at the chair. I removed my shirt on the way to the chair, and hardly had my back touching it, when Brad started mounting it from the front. He immediately planted his balls on my lips and just said one word: “Lick.” I parted my lips a little and tongued Brad’s nut-sack for him. I also started stroking his cock while he began to moan in pleasure. His dick was very hard and he was so ready to be taken care of. I was very surprised when he pulled back and got off the chair. “Lay on your back,” he said as he gestured to the floor. I was not sure this was for real, but still moved to lie down. He sat on my face again, firmly planting his balls for my tongue and lips to stimulate. He was straddling my chest leaning forward on his arms so his balls could reach my face. “Open wider” was the next thing he said about five minutes later. I did and his balls quickly entered my mouth. I was in a daze as I sucked on Brad’s balls and stroked his cock. Brad’s drive to get satisfied had rubbed off on me, and that was all I was thinking about. I was brought back to reality as I felt Brad’s ass cheek flex, driving his balls even deeper into my mouth. I hadn’t realized my hand was holding his ass, and may have even pushed him forward a bit. His ass was quite nice, and this is the first time I remember touching it more than incidentally. In this moment of reality I also looked around and realized that Sam was watching all this. “I can’t believe he is sucking your balls—this is great!” Brad did not respond to Sam, but just grunted as he continued to get stroked. I was so into sucking and licking Brad’s nuts that when he pulled up my tongue reached up and kept licking his balls, and up the entire shaft as he took aim at my face. My lips closed just in time to feel the hot cum pool across them. He shot big, and one shot went across my hair and onto the floor behind me. After Brad had finished his orgasm, he got off me and tossed me a towel. I cleaned my face and cleaned up the stray shot over my head. I was hoping Brad and Sam would go so that I could jerk myself off. For some reason I was becoming uncomfortable jerking off in front of the two of them, but I desperately needed a release after taking care of both Sam and Brad in two hot sessions. Sam looked over at me, but I think he was talking to Brad when he said “I got’a try that!” I laid back down and Sam took the same position as Brad. His balls were in my mouth and my hand was on his ass. Sam was not as smooth as Brad, but I think he enjoyed the sensation just as much. I had jerked Sam off two times already today, and the last time was less than two hours ago. This meant that Sam had more time to enjoy the sensations. Sam began speaking: “Has he sucked your dick yet?” Brad was slow to respond, but said “No—not yet.” “You should have him try. That would be great!” “I shot a little in his mouth once, and I think he is afraid of the taste.” “Well, he sure ‘aint afraid of tasting my balls!” Sam said and they both laughed. Sam just sat there for a few minutes, enjoying my mouth and hand. He started talking under his breath. “Yeah... suck those balls... oh yeah... more tongue... ok... yeah... work it... Work It! Don’t Stop... YEAH!” He may have said a few more things but all I noticed was how his balls contracted while in my mouth, and he blew a load up onto my forehead. He shot hard, and then began to relax—his balls still in my mouth. I just rested there, and had stopped stroking his cock, which was in post orgasmic flinches. A little bit of cum and rolled down his cock shaft and was now on my lips as they surrounded his balls. He just sat there for about a minute, and then Brad brought us back to the real world. “Let’s go over to the store so he can jerk off.” Sam slowly responded by pulling back, wiping the cum from his dick to my lips, putting his pants on, and joining Brad as they left me lying on the floor. I could still taste Sam’s balls, and kept re-playing how they pumped when he came. I jerked Brad and Sam off one more time each that night. I woke up the next morning late, and was almost sure Brad and Sam were talking about me, but didn’t get the gist of what they were saying. Sam had to go and catch the ferry, but had time for one last orgasm before he left. I obliged, and Sam promised he would come back soon. Sam told me it was good that I was taking care of Brad—he was a good man and needed to be treated right. Brad took Sam to the ferry, and I stayed at the dorm room to get some homework done. Brad returned about two hours later and immediately had me jerk him off. He was really into the fact that I had been taking care of Sam, and that I had done such a good job at it. Just before bed that night I was jerking Brad off again when he looked like he had a revelation. He had muttered to himself “That’s perfect! Yeah...” but I was sure it was not the hand job he was talking about so I asked what he meant. He said he just had a great idea, but he would show me later. I would have asked more but Brad shoved his balls in my mouth so I couldn’t speak. Over the next few days I jerked Brad off regularly, and he had pulled his dick across my licking tongue a few times. I didn’t see him at all on Wednesday during the day, and out paths did not cross until late that night. It had been since Tuesday night that I had jerked Brad off which was probably the longest he had gone without an orgasm in weeks. When I finally did see him he was ready to enjoy himself, and was naked within seconds with a giant hard-on waiting for me to take care of. I started as usual, and noticed Brad’s juices were really flowing. After about fifteen minutes of his hand-job, Brad stopped me. He left his balls in my mouth, and looked down at me with a smile. “I got a present for you,” he said still smiling. “You know how you don’t like the taste of cum?” he asked. I assumed the question was rhetorical seeing as I was unable to speak. I did my best to grunt an un-huh. “Well,” he continued, “I thought of a way we can work around that.” He reached over behind the chair and pulled out a bag from Shoppers Drug Mart—the bag contained a single condom wrapper. “This way you can lick my dick head without tasting cum.” He opened the wrapper as he said “I even got it un-lubricated so you wouldn’t have to taste anything. Here... roll it on.” It had been a long time since I had jerked off, and I guess I was extra horny so it didn’t seem to register exactly what Brad was asking me to do. I took the condom from him, pulled back from his balls, and stroked his warm erection. I looked up at him to be sure, and then started to slowly place then roll the condom down his cock. I rubbed his dick a bit after the condom was on, and noticed it was going to be difficult to keep jerking him off. Brad brought his balls back to my lips for me to lick on, and I started my work, all the while holding his dick for him and feeling it throb. He moved so the base of his dick was at my lips, and I crossed the line of the condom base as I started up the shaft. I made the condom wet with my spit as his dick continued moving, my tongue passing each of my fingers up his shaft. I am still unsure how long it took, but soon I could feel a bump under the rubber as my tongue massaged the crown of his dick head for the first time. Brad’s breathing was heavy, and I could hear it distinctly as I sat there with his dick head facing directly toward my mouth. I just sat there and licked like an ice cream cone, feeling the pulsing and the heat under the latex. Brad had rested his dick head at my lips, so they joined my tongue in pleasuring his cock. I was moving my hand a little, but the vast majority of the pleasure for Brad was from my mouth. He leaned forward a little, and I could feel his dick head at my teeth. I kept licking the tip, and was now working my lips around about three-quarters of the head. I noticed Brad’s leg had started to quiver uncontrollably, and he was adjusting his weight to try and make it stop. My saliva had provided a good amount of lube as my lips and tongue slipped nicely around the sheathed monster. Between heavy breaths he was now adding moans of pleasure. He did not move as I continued massaging Brad’s dick head. I got more into my task, and parted my teeth a little more so I could work my tongue around more of the head. Brad moved a little back and before I knew it I was reaching forward to keep his dick head with my lips. After a quick adjustment, Brad moved his dick back where it was and I continued licking and massaging with my lips. I was working away and felt something under my lips as Brad sighed. It was the end of his dick head—I had the whole thing under my lips, and at least half if it had passed my open teeth. “This is great!” Brad moaned under his breath as I continued. Brad’s legs were contracting and relaxing every so often. I noticed later that with every contraction, his dick head would travel a quarter inch in, then would retreat about an eighth of an inch. After most of his dick head had passed my teeth, Brad just leaned forward and went in about a full inch further. “It’s so warm... this is fantastic! Use a little more tongue!” I was caught up enough in the situation to let it continue. Brad kept penetrating my mouth and I kept licking and sucking away. I even caught myself stretching my lips out to pull more of his dick in. He was enjoying every second. Me sucking one end of his dick while still jerking on the base. “Play with my balls” Brad said from above. Looking back I guess he wanted my jerking hand out of the way, but I kept jerking and used my other hand to tickle his nuts. He started more pronounced thrusting; he knew I was no longer in any state to object. It didn’t take long for him to find his pleasure spot. I felt his dick throbbing between my lips, and it had been tense for a few seconds longer than normal when I felt it begin to thrash as he came—the semen being pumped through his cock under my lower lip, ejaculating into the condom. As Brad’s orgasm subsided, he reached down and touched my cheek. “Woah, sensitive” was all he said as he let his dick rest in my mouth for a second before pulling out. I was amazed to see how much cum was in the tip of the condom. “Pull it off.” I rolled the condom up and when I got to the tip it drained on my face. His dick head was covered in cum, and I quickly cleaned it off with my hand. Brad got up and went to go shower. Brad had called Sam to let him know what was going on. Sam was quite excited, and Brad said he couldn’t wait to visit again. That night Brad told me I should head out tomorrow and get some more condoms. He also suggested I get the unlubricated ones, or I could try flavored ones if I wanted. Between second and third class I went over to Shopper’s and looked around. One of the clerks helped me out, and asked what I was looking for—he was a guy I had seen around campus before but we didn’t know each other. I explained I needed some unlubricated condoms, and blushed as I told him. He smiled and laughed: “Blow job condoms! Getting head is nothing to be embarrassed about—they’re over here,” he said as he took me over one aisle. “One night stand or a regular thing?” “What?!?” I asked, so embarrassed. “Do you want a small box or a big box?” “Small box please.” “No problem. I tell ya, blow jobs are great—better than screwing if you ask me.” I hadn’t asked him, but just nodded for fear of being discovered. “Head is all about the guy—just having your dick sucked on ‘till you cum. Too bad about the rubbers, bareback is the way to go for head. Enjoy the condoms!” The clerk walked away giving me a big smile. I wanted to disappear. The second I got back to the dorm room Brad noticed the bag from Shopper’s. “Great! I have been looking forward to this all day!” He stood and started taking his pants off. I walked over and sat in the chair. “I’d like to sit this time, if you don’t mind.” He sat down, spread his legs, and I knelt in front of him. I grasped his cock and started stroking it to make sure it was hard. Brad interrupted. “Get one of the condoms out.” I did, and opened the package. I took the condom out and rolled it down his erection. He reached back and took my head in his hand, guiding it down to his cock. I think he knew it would make it easier for me to start if he pulled me down. There was no pre-tense of just licking his cock this time. Brad pulled my head down so that his dick was at least three inches in right off the bat. I just sat there for the first minute, and then started slowly bobbing up and down. I hadn’t noticed Brad’s hands had been folded behind his head, and I was sucking cock all on my own. I kept going, unaided and unprompted: just there sucking cock. “This is so much better,” Brad moaned as I continued. “Take some more,” he said as he thrust forward ever so slightly. His cock hit the back of my mouth after he started jumping up from the chair a little more each time. Eventually, I gagged and came up to re-evaluate the situation. I looked up at Brad who looked like he was just emerging from a great dream. “Don’t stop,” was all he managed to say as I went back to sucking him off. At this point, I could tell he wouldn’t last long. I closed my eyes (which had been open to this point) and worked on making Brad cum. As he started to moan a little more, I opened my eyes again, and watched his dick and stomach as he went through an orgasm. I had learned from last time not to stimulate his dick much after he had made his first few shots, so I just sat there and rested. Eventually, he started to move and I sensed it was time for me to come off his dick. I did as he was standing up; holding is dick directly over top of me. “Take it off,” he said again, and I pulled the condom off to drain on my face. I had figured out that after he came, if I pushed all the cum to the reservoir at the end and then pinched it off, there was hardly any jizz left on the head of Brad’s cock. He still didn’t like any cum to be touching him, and pointed that out every chance he got. The first box of six condoms did not last two more days. Brad had me blow him four more times in the dorm room, and called me to meet him in a class—sucking him under the professor’s desk. That time he had me take the condom off, tie it up, and take it home. I walked the whole way home feeling the hot wet cum all tied in a little bag in my jacket pocket. I passed some people from our building, and am glad they did not see my erection. The clerk at the store recognized me the next day when Brad sent me to get more condoms. This time he suggested I get a bigger box, and I walked away with the “economy” pack of twenty-four. As I left the store, I did the math and figured out twenty-four condoms would hardly last seven to eight days. Brad got me started the second I arrived back at our room and two more times before he went to bed. About four condoms into that second box, Brad stopped me as I was rolling a condom on his dick. “I want to feel a little bit of your lips on my dick. Let’s just let the bottom end stayed rolled up this time.” I rolled the condom about two-thirds the way down his cock, and found that my lips met his bare skin when I went down most of the way. Brad kept pushing my head a little bit down so that he could feel my lips, and I kept coming up for air. As this motion repeated, the condom would roll up ever so slightly. I could distinctly feel the inside of my lips surrounding his shaft for at least the bottom two-thirds of his cock. Brad rested his hands on my head, and held me still with his cock deep in my mouth. I moved my tongue slightly around inside my mouth, and could feel the rolled up rubber along his shaft. I could taste his skin where it was bare. Brad moved one hand so he could trace my lips surrounding his cock with one finger. He traced all the way around, and then traced my lips back, obviously pleased I made a good seal. Brad resumed his thrusting and I resumed my sucking. The thrusting became harder, and I heard Brad tell me he was going to cum. He said it again as I looked up at his face. He was looking down at me, and was in direct eye contact as I felt his dick begin to spasm in my mouth. I arrived home from dinner one night and Brad had still not returned from main campus. I had become used to him coming home straight after class to blow a load, and then returning if he wanted to study. He had called and left a message. On the machine he told me that he was studying for a quiz the next day, but was having trouble concentrating. He wanted me to come by the library, and to make sure I brought one of the condoms with me. When I arrived at the library I found Brad in his usual spot, but the rest of the library was virtually deserted. After we said “Hi,” he immediately asked if I had the condom. I nodded, and he said, “Thank god! I so need some head.” I asked if we should go to the washroom, but he said we could do it right there. He said it was quiet, and we would be able to hear if anyone was near by. I was objecting, saying it was too dangerous, but when he pushed his chair back I began to kneel in front of him. I reached up to his zipper, and pulled it down, rubbing my hand against his already hard cock. I was still saying this wasn’t right—a classroom was one thing because it had doors, but this was just too much. As I was making this argument, I had fished out his cock and began to play with it. Brad told me to get the condom, and I opened the package. The condom was rolled down about half way when Brad stopped me, and I could tell he wanted it left partly up. I leaned forward and started sucking his dick. He was excited by the situation, and was doing his best to keep quiet as I manipulated his cock. I was nervously sucking away when I felt Brad suddenly move, and try to sit up. Before I knew what was going on, he was pushing me off his dick, and had a book covering his crotch. I looked up to see a lady reach the top of the stairs. I wiped the drool from my lips. The lady paid us no attention before she found a row to disappear down. Brad and I looked at each other, and Brad was trying not to laugh. The lady left the row with a book and went down the stairs. We watched her go down and start walking on the level below us. Brad let out a laugh as he pulled the book away from his crotch and my head back to his cock. I quickly had this dick back in my mouth and it only took a few moments for him to cum. Again, I removed the condom and Brad had me tie it for when I got home. Rolling up the condom was great for Brad, but soon he had another suggestion that would keep the rolled up part out of the way. Before I rolled the rubber on him one day, he presented me with some scissors, and had me cut the bottom of the condom off. When I finally got his dick into the rubber, it only stretched down about one-third of his dick. Brad said this would be much better because my mouth would be able to slide up and down without having to bump over the rolled up rubber. After trying this for a while, I found Brad was right. It also started Brad into a little bit more face fucking. He would hold my head still and thrust his dick in and out, as if he were fucking a girl’s pussy. I was a little afraid the condom would get stuck in the back of my throat and I would choke to death. As time went on, Brad had me cut more and more of the condom off. Soon I was cutting them so they only passed the head of his dick by about a half-inch. This pleased Brad immensely. He was getting a lot more feeling when more of his skin was bare in my mouth, and he didn’t have any of the inconvenience of the rolled up condom. Taking one of the used condoms off was tricky without spilling any of Brad’s seed. It was OK in the dorm room, but when Brad had me suck him at the library or in one of the classrooms there was hardly enough rubber to use to tie it up with. The second on campus blowjob with a cut condom was in a classroom, and I was just holding the condom in my pocket because I could not tie it. I didn’t even make it out of the building when I started to spill some cum on my fingers. I ducked into one of the bathrooms and decided to take care of business right there. The box of twenty-four condoms did not last long. Including the previous box of six, and Brad’s single donation of one, I had given Brad over thirty blowjobs in two weeks. The clerk at Shopper’s noticed how many condoms I was buying as well. The clerk told me he never had seen a guy get as much head as I was getting. Only if he knew. I walked away with another box of two-dozen. Sam called one night while I was working on Brad’s dick. Brad rested kept my head on his cock with one hand while he answered the phone with the other. He talked with Sam for a few minutes while I kept sucking. From the one side of the conversation I could tell that Sam had guessed what I was doing. I could also tell that Sam was going to visit on the weekend, and could hardly wait to get a blowjob. Brad told Sam he was going to hang up so he could blow his load. That Friday Sam arrived as promised. He couldn’t have been in the door two minutes before he cut to the chase and said he wanted to be sucked off. He was looking at Brad when he said that, so Brad looked over at me, then at the drawer where I kept the condoms. When I went over to the drawer, Sam started to strip naked. I turned around to see him propping up the pillows on my bed, and sitting over the covers looking over himself to where I was to crawl up. I took my position, and opened the condom package to place on his dick. He stopped me as I brought the condom to his cock saying, “Hey now, Brad said you cut it off so just the end is covered. I want that!” I went back to the drawer to get the scissors, and cut the bottom off and went back to Sam. He could hardly contain his excitement as I put the condom on. “This is going to be great.” He watched intently as I placed the cock in my mouth for the first time. Sam acted quite hyper as I gave him his first blowjob, but he enjoyed every part of the experience. He kept saying things like “Yeah,” “Suck it,” or “Blow me.” As he started to get close he told me he was going to cum, and then started moaning loudly. I was concerned that people in the hall would be able to hear Sam’s groans as he blew his load. I waited with his dick in my mouth for a minute until he told me that was enough. I had started to take the condom off Sam’s dick when Brad told me to make sure I didn’t spill anything. I carefully removed the rubber, and Sam just sat back in utter exhaustion. Brad had me hold Sam’s load in the rubber with one hand as I fished out his cock from his pants with the other. I then got a new condom, opened it, cut it, and put it on Brad’s dick without spilling any of Sam’s cum. I then took Brad’s penis in my mouth and sucked him off while feeling the warm load in my hand. I must have been working extra hard on Brad as he only lasted five minutes before he came hard in the condom. With the difficulty in cutting Brad’s condom while holding Sam’s, I had cut it quite short. The short condom combined with Brad’s big load made just a tiny bit of Brad’s semen seep out of the rubber into my mouth. I thought I could taste something, but didn’t realize it until after Brad had taken his dick out of my mouth and had me dump the condom on my face. Sam was amazed that I would not only suck a dick, but then take cum from the rubber and dump it on my face. Apparently this had not been discussed on the phone. Brad explained that he didn’t like to touch his cum, but he sure didn’t want it to go to waste in a rubber. Brad then had me add Sam’s load to the mix, and I had forgotten how much cum two guys our age could produce. After a few seconds of smelling cum I realized that it was also the taste I had after I sucked Brad’s dick. It was as I was making this connection that Brad and Sam left to go get a bite to eat. While I was sucking their dicks that weekend, and I sucked them lots that weekend, Brad discovered that I would always cut the second condom shorter than the first. Brad and Sam reasoned that it must be because I was turned on after sucking the first dick, so they started having me cut the first condom for their next session before letting me masturbate. I was cutting the condoms short just barely covering the head of their dicks. Sam had a little bit of loose skin that would come up around the outside of the condom so I couldn’t even feel the seam of the rubber on his dick. I also was sure I could taste a tiny bit of seepage from the condoms after each blowjob. The condoms were so short it was difficult to keep their loads contained in the rubber while I was sucking the second dick. Condom usage went way up during that weekend too. I was sucking two guys off each time, and the number of times per day was way up compared to when it was just Brad. By mid day Saturday it became obvious that there were not going to be enough condoms to last the weekend, so Brad had me go to Shoppers again. That same damn clerk was working, and he could not believe I was out of condoms again. He joked that I must be supplying the whole floor with both my rubbers and my girl. I wished he would not talk to me. He also told me that for the cost alone I should ditch the rubbers and start making her swallow. I never wanted to return to that store again. For the last set of blowjobs before Sam left, Brad was the first one getting sucked off. I had my eyes open as I watched Brad work his dick in and out of my mouth over and over. It took about twenty minutes, as it was probably Brad’s tenth blowjob since Sam arrived. For the last two minutes of sucking Brad also rode my face a little harder than usual, and had his hands holding my ears when he finally blew his load. He controlled my pace as he came, and held me still after he finished. Just before removing his dick, Brad slowly made one last thrust deep into my mouth, pushing the condom and the cum there contained against the back of my mouth. The pressure was too much and I could definitely taste a good amount of Brad’s cum escape from the rubber. I was too panicked to take any action to stop this, and do not remember spitting anything out after. I guess I thought I could avoid acknowledging the situation by pretending it had not happened. When I had the condom off, I could tell it contained about a third of the normal amount of sperm Brad usually deposited. Sam also rode my face hard, and kept talking to Brad while I sucked his dick. Sam kept saying how good I was, and how Brad should bring me over to the mainland. Sam said the guys on his floor were open minded, and could all use some good head. The whole time I sucked Sam I could taste Brad in my mouth. I sucked hard and Sam had what he described as a great orgasm. The pre-cutting of the condoms continued through the next few days. There was no mistaking that I could taste something after each time Brad came, but I was rationalizing that it could be pre-cum, and that I was not actually drinking sperm. At the time I viewed that as the line between gay and experimenting. That was not always where the line had been, but every time I thought I had it defined, Brad would help to blur it with a little justification. One night I had to go out and work on a project with some classmates in the evening. Brad and I ran into each other in the cafeteria, and Brad hinted that he wanted some head after dinner. I explained that I had a friend stopping by to pick me up, but he figured we still had time if we hurried. Shortly thereafter we were back in the dorm room and I was fixing the rubber cap on the head of Brad’s dick. I knew my friend was to be by to pick me up in only fifteen minutes so I did not waste any time. As I was sucking, Brad told me he had a great idea, and then said he would share it with me a little later. Brad was not putting much effort in, and just sat there to let me do all the work. Work I did, bobbing hard, using my tongue well, and playing with his balls, ass cheeks, and inner thigh. I was working hard when I heard my friend call from the ground through the open window. We were on the second floor and the building had no intercom, so people just walked below your room and yelled. I froze, not knowing what to do. Brad smoothed things over by yelling down to my friend that I was just using the can and would be down in a minute. I started pulling back to get going, but Brad just pushed me down on his cock again. He started doing a little riding of my face, and only a minute or two later blew his load. I quickly removed his condom, spilling a little on my hand, and Brad gave me a little cup to put it in. He told me to save it for when I got home. I was headed out the door when Brad told me I hadn’t cut the next condom yet. I quickly ran over and cut the rubber, and dashed out the door. When I got outside I found my friend talking to Brad who was hanging out our window up above. As we walked away, Brad asked if we were going near Shopper’s. I prayed he was not going to ask me to buy condoms. Thank god he did not. Instead I was to pick up some Listerine mouthwash. On the way home from my project I stopped in the Shopper’s and was pleased to find out the clerk from before was not working. I made a mental note to buy all future condoms at half past two in the morning. I bought the Listerine and headed back to the dorms. When I got back, Brad was fast asleep and snoring loudly. Brad had left me a note saying he had a quiz in the morning and needed some sleep, asking if I could be quiet as I got ready for bed. The cup and used condom from a few hours before held the note in place. The end of the note had a P.S. of “happy wanking.” In the morning I woke up as Brad returned to the room from his morning shower. I half listened and half watched him walk around the room, totally naked, getting ready for his day. Brad was not hard, but did have a little bit of “fill” to his cock. When he was pausing to look at himself in the mirror, or to pick his clothes, he would touch or hold his dick with one hand, and became about one quarter aroused. At one point he looked over at me and stared for a second. To cover my spying on him I pretended to be just waking up. I don’t think he bought it, but he didn’t make a fuss. Instead he told me he was glad I was awake because he could sure use a blowjob before his quiz. I looked at him a little funny and he walked over to the bed, grabbing the already cut condom off the dresser. By the time he was standing in front of me he was three-quarters hard, and rising quickly. He handed me the condom tip while I was still in bed and he stood close to the head of the bed so I wouldn’t have to get up. I reached for his dick, put the condom on, and slowly took his dick in my mouth. I sucked Brad for at least five minutes—maybe longer—before he really got into it and started pushing back to my sucking mouth. He said something to me, but I was too caught up in sucking to understand. He repeated, “Did you buy the Listerine?” I did my best to grunt my confirmation. Brad said “Good,” drifting off into and orgasm “very good... ughhh... ... yeah.” He started to cum and I sat there feeling his dick pulse and quiver in my mouth. As his orgasm passed, I was moving my tongue around the head of his penis, feeling the border between bare dick and the covered head. As I was doing this, Brad leaned forward again and I felt a definite gush of a bit of his cum escaping the condom and entering my mouth. I closed my eyes as this happened, but did nothing to stop it. Again I reasoned that it would do no good to say anything to Brad as what was done was done, and if I said something I would just be admitting that I had swallowed some of his sperm. Brad let his dick soften a little more in my mouth, pulled back for me to remove the condom, then got dressed and left. I was wide-awake, fully aroused with Brad’s used condom in one hand, the taste of his dick in my mouth, and my own cock in the other hand. I didn’t suck Brad again that night, nor the next morning. Most of the time I had been sucking him about twice per day. We had missed that number before, but usually Brad made up for lost time the next day so I was surprised when I didn’t see him until late in the afternoon. I was more surprised when he didn’t immediately start into getting head when he did see me. In fact, I was worried something wasn’t right and he was going to tell everyone what had been going on. About an hour after he arrived I tested the waters a little. “Haven’t seen you in a while...?” I couldn’t understand why Brad wasn’t seeking a blowjob. Brad responded that he had an assignment that was bothering him, but he would be done by five o’clock. I smiled and he looked up at me, also smiling as he said “Don’t worry; I’ve got something special planned for later. I blushed and looked away, but soon we made small talk. He packed up his things and went to drop off his assignment. I couldn’t believe how dependent I had become on Brad’s dick for my own sexual satisfaction. I was truly sexually frustrated. Brad returned shortly after five and looked much more relaxed. I, however, was almost visibly agitated much to my own amazement. I asked if he was feeling better, and he said he was getting there. After a short pause he added that he knew what would make him feel real good. He looked at me and smiled as I got up and went to get the condom tip, and then sat in the chair. He stood in front of me, took off his shirt, and looked down at his belt and pants. I took the hint and started to feel him and undress him. He was already rock hard and I was getting my fix of cock again. I caught myself just feeling his hardness through his pants, and realized I had better get his pants down before Brad noticed how much I needed this. I undid Brad’s belt, then his pants as I massaged his cock through his boxers. As I pulled his clothing down and off I tried to keep stroking his cock for him. Once I was done and he was naked Brad climbed up onto the chair and brought his balls to my lips. I jumped at the chance, and almost swallowed his balls as I steadily stroked his dick. He was enjoying the attention, and let me continue for about ten minutes. “I’ve got an idea for today,” he said as I continued licking his balls. I stopped to hear what Brad’s idea was, but kept stroking his cock. “I was thinking we could try it without the rubber today.” “What?!?” I said quietly, but with a distinct panic in my voice. I had stopped stroking for him but did not let go. “Well, I have loved the blowjobs more and more the less condom we have used, and the head of the dick is the most sensitive part. I thought it only made sense to at least give it a try.” Brad sounded quite calm and convincing. He was confidant he would get me to suck him bareback, and just had to make the right argument. “The reason we were using the rubbers in the first place was the taste, and I know some of my jizz has slipped out. It didn’t make you sick or anything. I figure if you can take a little bit of jizz at the end, why not let me feel what it is like with no rubber?” “I don’t know about that,” I said to Brad. I was trying to be as pessimistic as possible. What we had been doing was one thing, but bareback was a whole different ball game. Brad continued his case. “What we can do, if you are a little hesitant, is you can take a swig of this,” as he presented the bottle of Listerine I had bought for him. “That should numb the taste for you as we get started. If you get scared at the last minute I can always pull out and finish on your face.” Brad had started pouring the Listerine into the cap and was handing it to me. I took it from him but did not drink. “Come on... just see if it numbs your taste at all.” I had subconsciously started stroking Brad again. I looked over at my hand working his cock, and could see how turned on he was. I took a sip of the Listerine, then the whole cap full. I swished it around in my mouth and kept looking at Brad’s cock. Brad had reached over again and grabbed something from the counter. It was the glass he had put the used condom in the other day. He gave it to me to spit into. I did, and he returned it to the counter. I just sat there and kept looking at his cock. Brad had stopped trying to convince me, and I think he knew I was seriously considering it. Brad moved his balls back to my lips and I tentatively licked them again. Soon I was back into sucking them and stroking him firmly. He was moving his hips around and it was tough for me to keep my lips on his balls. I found myself licking the base of his cock, and under his balls. He would have me licking his nuts, then slowly move his cock over my lips seeing how long it would take me to notice. At first I would lick a little before stopping, then I was licking mainly shaft. Soon I was near the head of his dick. Brad gasped the first time my tongue met his bare cock head. I pulled back, but returned my lips to lower on his shaft. We repeated these steps a few times. Soon I stopped and let my lips hang around his head, and would lick a little more each time. The head of his dick was wet with my spit. I kept kissing and licking the head, and soon that was all I was touching. Brad was letting me go at my own pace, but he was enjoying the contact with his sensitive cock head. I noticed how much more responsive his dick was to these bare manipulations than it was when covered. I was thinking about this when I felt him push forward a little. Out of habit I opened my jaw to take his dick, not realizing this was the first time his bareback cock had been in my mouth. We both paused to consider the significance, then I again swirled my tongue around the head. I could feel the slime of his pre-cum as he pushed his dick in further. Brad was right: after the Listerine I could not taste a thing. After getting his dick in my mouth, I continued Brad’s blowjob like normal. I noticed that instead of sliding around on my tongue as it had before, his bare dick head had a little more friction. When it would slide more is when he would pump a little bit of pre-cum that acted as lube for my tongue. Despite the lack of taste, I still was a little afraid, and decided I would pull his dick out when he came. Though Brad was quiet while I gave him head, I could tell by his body motions and the hardness of his dick that he was very much enjoying the experience. I could tell what he was enjoying by the way his body tensed and thrashed, and the smallest gasps of breath he was letting out. I noticed Brad had started shoving his dick deeper with no condom than before. I had always been afraid of the rubber becoming dislodged and choking me, but now I had no excuse. He was pushing hard, and I could feel the head of his cock at my throat. Brad would fuck my mouth for a while then thrust deep and hold. Again he would fuck then thrust. The fucking was shorter and the thrusting more regular until it became a slow fuck deep into the back of my mouth. The rhythm was slow with very deliberate and steady drives as deep as he could go. His pubic hair was tickling my nose and his balls were at the base of my lips. I noticed Brad was making less and less noise. I tried to listen to figure out what was going on when I realized that he was holding his breath. Moments later with one big thrust he began to cum. After two blasts he let out his breath but continued to shoot in my mouth. The shots were quite large and filled my mouth, slime surrounding my tongue, teeth, and entire mouth. It had been a good combination for Brad of a long time since he had shot, and a great orgasm to bring out the most in him. I was completely frozen as he kept shooting and shooting. Brad’s voice cut through my haze. “It will pass faster if you swallow.” Unable to think for myself I swallowed, letting his cum slide down my throat. Previous experience had taught me how sensitive his dick head would be, and I imagined it would even be more sensitive since it was uncovered. He left his dick in my mouth as it still was having mini convulsions, each time adding a little more of Brad’s load to my mouth. During the blowjob, and for the first while after Brad had taken his cock from my mouth, I honestly could hardly taste anything. Brad’s suggestion of using Listerine worked well. Brad hung around for a while after I had sucked his dick—I guess to make sure I didn’t freak out on him. I was still too horny to be thinking about freaking out, and I wished he would leave so I could masturbate. When Brad did leave, about 20 minutes later, the Listerine had started to wear off. I couldn’t taste the cum per say in my mouth, but I could feel the residue in my mouth. Also, while my head was tilted back and I was wacking my own meat my mouth opened to let me breathe a little better. I swear I could smell and taste Brad’s load in my stomach and smell his man-juice on my breath as I shot the most intense orgasm ever. Shortly after I cleaned up I felt sick. I could not believe what I had done. Sure I had fooled around with Brad, and yes I was helping him out lots, but there had always been a fine line between what I was doing before and what I had done now. I decided I could not continue and would not suck Brad bareback again. I don’t know if it was because Brad sensed how I felt, or if he was just too spent from earlier, but he did not make a move for another blowjob that night. In fact he was very nice, and made sure I was included when the floor went over to the snack bar for a bite. I was relaxing a little. I woke up dreaming that I was giving Brad head that night. I tried to go back to sleep but was simply too horny. Being stuck in this state for the last hour of what should have been a great sleep-in made me start thinking. Brad woke up at about eleven, and noticed I was already awake as he left to “piss like a racehorse.” When he came back to the room he laid down for a while and we made small talk. Brad was just covered by the thin top sheet, and I could see how it draped over his body. Quickly the small talk turned to sex, and mainly to how hard Brad was even after he took his piss. I can’t say I hadn’t noticed the tent under the sheet. “Morning wood” was the expression he used. I guess I grew up under a rock, but I had never heard it called morning wood. Brad made all the comparisons to other morning things: morning hair, morning breath, etc... We started talking about morning breath and I said how much I hate it. Brad suggested I take a swig of the Listerine to take care of that. I got up (trying to hide my own morning wood) and poured myself a capful of Listerine. I swished around for a little, then seeing the glass from last time was still full, I moved over to the window by Brad’s bed and spit the Listerine out. Brad asked if that was better and I nodded, still swishing my mouth out. “Well, now that your morning breath is all taken care of, you are all set up to take care of my morning wood!” I looked over at Brad who had pulled the top sheet back to show that he was now not wearing any boxers, but the corner of the sheet still hid his dick. I had told myself that I would not suck him bareback again. Now that the moment was at hand I found myself still thinking no, but walking over to the cock-side of Brad’s bed. I pulled back the corner of the sheet and Brad’s cock jumped at the anticipation. He had a lot more pre-cum than I had seen before. I touched his cock and immediately any thoughts of stopping faded into the background. I looked up at Brad’s face, then back to his cock. I thought I heard him say “Suck me,” but I definitely felt his hand come up to my neck and guide me down to his dick. I felt the slime of his pre-cum as Brad’s dick entered my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head until the pre-cum had been dissipated, but continued to suck on his dick. For about five minutes Brad just laid there and enjoyed the blowjob. About then he started becoming a little more active in showing me what he wanted. He held my head still and swirled his dick head around just inside my lips. My tongue followed his dick head around as Brad moved it, licking it and swirling it as much as possible. He also brought my hand first to his balls to play with them, then to his shaft to jerk him off while I kept the head of his dick in my mouth. About another ten minutes was spent helping Brad explore all the different ways he could be pleasured as he laid back in bed. Brad turned in the bed, knocking his dick out of my mouth. He had sat up and swung his legs around to hang over the side of the bed, one leg on each side. I moved back to keep sucking him and could tell he was now serious about getting off. I worked hard, but Brad interrupted with a hand on my shoulder. “Slow down a little... I don’t want to cum quite yet.” I paused as he spoke, but then found a steady pace that Brad appeared to be quite into. “Yeah, that’s better—nice and steady. I’m going to enjoy this one.” I kept going at the same pace. Brad was moaning as if he was ready to cum, but I kept the same pace, prolonging his pleasure. His balls were tight, his dick was flexed, but still he had not cum. I kept going, not altering my pace at all. I could hear Brad, but was not reacting. “Good speed..., that’s it... ohhhh I’m so close... yeah, I’m almost there ungh, yeah... take it... take my cum. My mouth was flooded and I immediately swallowed as each shot fired in my mouth. About a minute later Brad re-gained his composure and said, “Clean it up a little before I take it out.” Brad removed his cock and patted me on the head. It was not until this point that I realized what had happened. When I woke up that morning I was not going to suck Brad again bareback, or if I did suck him bareback I was not going to take his load in my mouth, and if I did that I was absolutely not going to swallow. Zero for three, but I felt more surprised than guilty. Brad couldn’t hide how pleased he was with the new development in our arrangement. He had some errands to run for the last little bit of the afternoon, but told me he wanted to meet me again just after lunch. By coincidence, we actually met in the cafeteria, and Brad sat with my friends and me even though we were almost done. My friends left, but I stayed and waited with Brad to finish. He looked at all I had for lunch and smiled. “I hope you saved some room for dessert!” I got it right away but couldn’t help but smile back at his big grin. “I’m a little low on protein now, but I’m building up my reserves.” We walked in the door and Brad handed me the bottle of Listerine. I took my cap full, swished and spit. I looked back to see Brad standing there smiling. He had undone his pants, and I walked over to him. His arm came out to my shoulder and guided me to my knees in front of where he stood. I reached up and felt that his dick was semi-erect in his boxers, and I pulled them down. As I fondled him he said, “Get it hard in your mouth.” I took his semi-erection into my mouth and sucked him gently until he became fully erect. It was not as if he was hard and using me for a needed release, but more that he had some free time and thought he would blow a load. That blowjob was quick and dirty. Brad just face fucked me hard and came in my mouth. As he had blown another load just a few hours before, it was not his biggest shot, but it was enough to leave my mouth all slimy and thick. When Brad was done he pulled up his pants and left. For some reason I had not swallowed yet, but sat there on my knees with Brad’s juice in my mouth. I found some sliding down my throat as I started to masturbate. When I got home that evening I found Brad sitting at my computer reading e-mail. He told me Sam was excited, but couldn’t come visit for at least a month. He read directly from Sam’s note: “Make sure he is swallowing lots ‘cause I am going to save up for a few days and make sure I have a big first load!” Brad looked up and saw I didn’t have the happiest of looks on my face, but he also noticed I had a giant tent in my pants so he kept going on that Sam had a girl try to spit once and Sam threw her out. Sam believed that it was rude to spit cum because that was like an offering. Brad was rubbing the front of his pants by the end of reading me Sam’s e-mail. He looked up at me and said he could use another. I took a swish of Listerine and went over to give Brad a blowjob. I fished his dick out of his pants, and he lifted his ass so I could pull them down. I knelt in front of him and sucked him. As I was blowing him I could hear the clicks of the mouse, and then the unmistakable sound of porn music as he loaded some mpeg files. As the porn got going he was more into the blowjob. I could hear the sounds of sucking from the computer and I guessed he was watching a blowjob video as I sucked him. The guy in the video kept talking down to the girl blowing him, and I kept hearing things like “Yeah bitch, suck that dick. You know you want it. Take my cock. Let it slide deep... that’s it, deep throat me.” As the video went on Brad was mimicking the actions of the porn star. When he was getting deep throat, Brad would push my head down as far as it would go. I was gagging a little, but Brad kept at it until I felt his dick head penetrate my throat. I panicked, but Brad kept me on him and I calmed down to discover my lips were at the base of his cock. I couldn’t breathe, and Brad eventually let me up for air. The video went on. “I’m gonna cum soon. Yeah. I can’t decide if I should cum down your throat, or cum on your face and let you wish I had cum in your mouth.” I could hear the guy on the computer groan a little, then what was obviously him cumming. Brad uttered “Yeah, that’s great” under his breath as he watched the video. Then Brad gave me some instructions: “When I cum I’m going to pull out. I want you to jerk me off the last little bit but keep your mouth open when I shoot. Yeah, stick your tongue out as I shoot too.” Brad fumbled with the mouse as he set the video to the cum-shot again. I could tell by his balls and tense legs that he was close. He said “Keep sucking, yeah, keep sucking. I’m close... I’ll tell you when... suck... suck... suck... oh yeah, ohhh, Ohhhhh, now!” Before he said now Brad shot one big volley into my mouth. I pulled his cock out of his mouth and sat there jerking him off with my tongue out as he dumped the rest of his load on my face, into my open mouth, and across my tongue. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me as he made his last few shots. I discretely closed my mouth to get rid of the cum he had shot in there, and opened it again when Brad said “Lick the last few drops.” I licked the dribbles from his cock, and then Brad stood up. “That was great. Best yet I think.” He stepped over me and picked up his pants. On Monday night Brad called me from his cell phone. He asked me to bring him a book. I told him I would and just before I hung up he suggested I have a swig of the Listerine before I left. I had a hard on the whole walk to meet Brad. When I got there I was looking for the room Brad was in, and noticed him through a window. The room had a large half window facing the hall, and Brad was sitting at a table right next to the glass. I went in the room to give Brad the book, and then just sat there. Brad pointed to the space under the table, and I was shocked. I told him he was right by the window and people from the hall could see in. Brad said, “Yeah, it’ll be fun! They can’t see under the table, and I’ll sit still when people come by.” Brad had this big smile I again couldn’t say “no” to. Before I crawled under the table I pushed another table beside it so there was no chance I could be seen, then I checked for someone in the hall, and seeing no one crawled under to Brad’s chair. As I found Brad in the shadow of the table I heard footsteps in the hall. I froze as they passed, then nervously undid the fly of Brad’s pants. He was rock hard, and I pulled his dick through the hole. I stroked his cock a few times, then licked the head, and soon sucked him fully. I sucked Brad for about two minutes when I heard some footsteps outside. I slowed my sucking to make sure I didn’t draw any attention to our room, but Brad jumped in almost immediately saying, “Keep going!” Almost afraid I had offended Brad I sucked hard and fast. A minute later I heard two sets of footsteps and hesitated for a split second, but continued working Brad’s throbbing pole. I was so nervous, but decided it would be best if I just kept at it and got him off as quickly as possible. I sucked like a madman and Brad was squirming in the seat. At least two more groups of people passed the room but I did not stop. Another set of footsteps was in the distance when I heard Brad muffle a quick grunt, then I felt his dick spasm and shoot in my mouth. He kept shooting as the footsteps passed and I swallowed as they trailed off into the distance. Brad’s average was way up for the next few days. Before I had sucked him bareback, he usually got head one to two times per day. Since I had sucked him bareback he had not been sucked less than three times for the first five days and no less than two times after that. A few days later Brad had me blow him first thing in the morning. The bottle of Listerine was almost out, and there was only enough for a third of a cap full. I told Brad I thought that would be enough for now and he smiled. He also guided me to the chair after I spit the mouthwash and got up over me. He brought his dick to my mouth and pushed right in—no foreplay today. He shoved in a few times, then pushed in and stayed still as he said, “It’s a little warmer without the mouthwash. I think I like this!” He paused for a moment as I grunted my acknowledgement around his cock. Brad moved in and out again briefly. “You must be able to taste it a little with less Listerine, eh?” My grunts denied Brad’s suggestion, but he was right: I could taste his cock, just a little. Brad did not seem concerned, and resumed his motions in my mouth, and I resumed slurping and sucking on his cock. Brad was thrusting away when he must have looked at a clock. “Oh shit! I’m going to be late for class. I gotta get going!” He started fucking my mouth with a little more intent to get off. Quickly he moaned, then grunted, then shot a load in my mouth. There was no denying now I could distinctly taste his cum in my mouth. I was just getting ready to swallow when he started pulling out. I quickly gulped down his sperm just as the head of his penis passed my lips. “Eewwww...” Brad said as he looked down at his slimy dick, one strand of saliva still attached to my mouth. “Clean it off!” Without a second thought I leaned forward and took the head of his dick back in my mouth and licked all the cum off. As I was finishing I realized I could have used my hands to clean off his dick, but had instead sucked off the drool. Brad inspected his dick saying, “That’s better,” as he wiped the head on my cheek. He jumped up, threw his pants on and headed off to class, leaving me with a stronger taste than ever and a sticky cheek. That afternoon Brad was back from class early. On Thursdays our schedules did not match at all: I had afternoon classes starting at one, and Brad had a lab that was not out until half past one. This Thursday, however, Brad was back at noon. When he came in the room I was laying in my PJ bottoms on my bed listening to some music. With my headphones on I must have drifted off to sleep. I woke up to see Brad changing, standing in his boxers with a hard-on he was massaging. He noticed I was awake and looked over to smile. “My lab instructor was sick so I’m off early.” Brad saw me glance down at his hard-on. “I was just thinking about that great blowjob you gave me this morning. Fuck are you ever getting good at drooling over my bone.” I was embarrassed, but still flattered. There was an awkward silence... I was getting ready to thank Brad for his compliment when he continued, “I guess since I am home early you have just enough time to suck me before your class.” He had walked over to beside my bed. His fully erect and throbbing cock was sticking out through the fly of his boxers, and he was otherwise naked. He looked amazing. I hadn’t realized he had taken my hand to his cock and I was stroking him softly. I just sat there and took it all in. A couple minutes passed. Brad looked down at me and said, “Suck it.” I instantly realized that I had not gone to the store to buy more Listerine yet. I wanted to suck him, but couldn’t just do it. I looked up at Brad and confessed that I hadn’t bought more mouthwash. Brad smiled down at me. “Come on, it won’t be that bad. You don’t need the mouthwash... when you tried it this morning you said you couldn’t even taste it, and I bet you hardly had any mouthwash.” I thought about what he had said. I had taken the bait of playing his dick and was now hooked. Brad continued, “Look, if the taste is too much you can deep throat me when I cum. That way I will shoot straight down your throat and you won’t taste a thing. You just let me know if it is bothering you.” I looked down to Brad’s dick and he moved a little forward. My head matched his move and I took the end of his penis in my mouth. Brad rested his hand on the back of my head and started thrusting his hips upward to my mouth. I could definitely taste dick. Like Brad promised me, it wasn’t that bad. I could taste it, but the taste didn’t bother me. In fact, it was not as strong as the taste in my mouth after the Listerine had worn off following some of the previous blowjobs. I also found I was getting used to it quickly, and hardly noticed after the initial shock. I couldn’t move my head much as Brad was holding it from the top and it was resting on the mattress below. I had about an inch and a half of Brad’s dick in my mouth. He was thrusting in and out a little, but most of the blowjob was coming from my tongue playing with the end of his cock as it rested in my mouth. I had kept my hand on his cock when I started sucking, and stroked him a little more—I guess I felt I needed to do something else as this was kind of a pathetic attempt at sucking him off. Brad was really enjoying this, much to my surprise. He was groaning and squirming, and told me to keep going with my hand. “Keep jerking me with the head in your mouth. Yeah... wow, this is awesome! We have to try this more often. Lick the head. Jerk the shaft. This is perfect!” I was amazed how much Brad was enjoying what I was doing. I thought this would disappoint him. I was jerking him just like the old days, but with the added stimulation of my tongue and warm mouth on the end of his prick. The hand stimulation was going full force and I was slurping and licking away at his head. The signs of his orgasm were all there. I could feel him throb, could see his balls tighten, and could see him curl his toes. I had learned from my time getting Brad off that whatever you are doing when you start to make him reach orgasm, keep doing until he has had his orgasm. I kept working my hand in perfect harmony with my tongue and mouth as he told me three times he was going to cum. Finally, as if he had been trying to hold back, he released all at once, letting out a deep breath as he shot hard into my mouth. I immediately noticed that I could really taste his cum, and all at once it came back to me that I was supposed to deep throat him when he came. It was too late now, and I let him finish cumming in my mouth as I tried to get used to the new taste of his man juice. The consistency was nothing new, but the flavor was thick and rich—much stronger than I expected. I swallowed some, but still had enough to keep the flavor in my mouth. Plus, Brad’s dick was still in my mouth and he was enjoying some post-orgasmic flinches that kept a fresh injection of taste every thirty seconds or so. I sat there with both Brad’s dick and cum in my mouth for at least three minutes. The taste was not bad, not good, but very sexual. It felt very intimate for me to have the taste of Brad in my mouth, and I was surprised how well I tolerated it. “Can’t taste that bad,” Brad said to me as I continued to let his softening cock rest in my mouth. I cleaned off the last little bit and let him free. “It was O.K., I guess.” “Well, that decides it then!” Brad sounded triumphant. “I like it better without mouthwash, and if you can handle it I guess the mouthwash is gone!” I didn’t have time to masturbate before I left for class. I could taste Brad all afternoon, and was worried everyone around me could smell cum on my breath. My second class let out about twenty minutes early and I ducked into a bathroom to jerk off. The taste was still strong, but the thought of what had happened was stronger.

The End