My name’s Doug, a second-year college student, and my entire life I have been sexually deprived.  Never had sex, never jacked off with a guy, never even exposed my cock to someone in a locker room.  That, however, changed a few days ago.

  I had always wanted to cum with another person.  Jacking myself off, I would accidentally find myself fantasizing about many things:  penetrating a hot girl while we kissed, thrusting in and out of a muscular guy’s mouth, or me just rubbing my body all over someone else.  Many times, I would find myself waking up in the middle of the night seconds before going over the edge in some guy’s ass, my painfully hard cock bouncing up and down as blood rushed through.  I’d roll over on top of a pillow, fuck it, and disappointedly fall back asleep in a puddle of my own cum.  I desperately wanted to cum with someone else and didn’t know who to do it with.

  That’s when I met this guy named Troy in a masturbation chat room online.  He was a few years older than me (him 22, me 19).  We quickly discovered that we both attend the same college, and that he lives in an apartment within walking distant of my dorm.  We decided to tell each other our appearances before we met.  I told him I was six feet tall, brown hair and eyes, and had a toned body.  He said he was a few inches under six feet with blonde hair, and he worked out frequently.  Sounded good to me!  But I wanted to meet him in real life somewhere before I committed myself to getting off with him, so we scheduled a meal at small campus café across the street from his place.

  A few days later, we were at the café.  He didn’t look at all how he described himself.  He was short, large, and flabby.  But still, I knew he was up for mutual masturbation, and I was desperate, so I stuck around.  I got something to drink, discussed classes and campus events with him, then left the restaurant.  As soon as we were away from the crowd, he asked me if I was ready to go to his place and jack with him.  Wow!  That was quicker than I had expected, but I said I’d do it.

  As we approached the door to his apartment, he informed me that he lived with three other people, but they were gone at class, so we’d have to be careful while we were jacking in case someone showed up unexpectedly.  We went in, and right in the living room was one of his roommates.  He was watching television.  All I could see of him was the back of his head since he was sitting on a couch facing away from me.  He said without turning around, “What’s up, Troy?  My last class got canceled, so I’m back early today.”

  Troy replied, “Oh, cool… I brought over Doug.  He’s from my English class.  We’re going to work together on a project.  Oh, and Doug, this is my roommate, Brandon.  We call him Mort, though.”

  Mort turned around so I could see his face and apologized, “Ha, sorry, I hadn’t seen you there.”  He then stood up from the couch and walked over to me... In nothing but boxers!  Apparently, he enjoyed watching television in the near-nude even when he knew he wouldn’t be alone.  His chest and stomach were muscular, he was tall, and had dark ruffled hair and a four o’clock shadow.  He extended his hand and shook mine.  I almost forgot to say, “Nice to meet you, Mort,” but managed to squeeze it out without looking at his crotch too much.  His boxers were too loose to make out what his cock looked like.  I hoped my pants were equally as baggy as to not give away the huge hard-on that I had just formed!

  Troy quickly pulled me away, “Well, we’d better get to work on our project.”  I followed Troy into his room.  He locked the door behind us and told me that we had to get down to business fairly quickly because another roommate was going to be back in about half an hour to get help repairing his car.  And just like that, he pushed his pants and briefs to the ground.  I followed suit, pushing down my jeans and boxers.  Troy beamed at my boner, saying, “Holy shit, you’re already hard!  You must be happy to see me!”  I let out a small laugh to be polite, but knew that my hard-on was actually from seeing Mort walking around half-naked.

  I looked over at Troy’s crotch, hoping he was well endowed to make up for his less-than satisfactory appearance otherwise.  I was disappointed yet again, though.  I have nothing against smaller cocks, that wasn’t the problem.  But when someone lets his pubes grow so long that he has to literally search through them to find his own dick, something’s wrong.  Troy looked at me and said, “I need a minute to get my little guy ready for action.  You go ahead and start jacking a little bit if you want.”  I rubbed the head of my cock, causing chills to rush up and down my body, and off I went, fantasizing… Mort in his boxers, lying face down on a bed…  me walking toward him, completely naked… my cock tense and red, dripping with moisture… climbing on top of him… pulling down the back of his boxers… lowering my cock onto—

  “Hey, I’m ready,” Troy informed me.  We just stared at each other’s cocks as we stroked for a few moments.  “So… have you ever thought about doing oral with a guy before?” he asked.  I told him I had, and it sounded like a lot of fun.  With that, he pushed my hands off of my cock and swallowed half of my shaft.  He moved his mouth up and down my dick, slurping and sucking.  I felt his tongue pressing back and forth on the underside of my cock.  It felt pretty good, but not has good as I’d always imagined it would.  Still, I could feel pressure building inside of me, my balls tensing.  He kept sucking me until I began to pant.  Without thinking, I grabbed the hair on the back of his head, ran my fingers roughly through it, and began pushing his face up and down on my cock until I found a rhythm that felt perfect.  After a few seconds of that perfect speed, though, Troy pulled his head away from my body and said to me, “Fuck, Doug, you sure can play it rough… but I know I’ll get the same afterwards.”  Troy smiled at me.  I hadn’t realized it, but I was doing exactly what I’d seen in porn, forcing my partner onto my cock.  I hoped I hadn’t hurt him, but really, that was the least of my worries.  I needed to cum!

  Troy put both hands on my cock, “You’ve got a really big dick, Doug!  I’m going to cum really hard when you stroke me, man.  I need to use both hands to cover your shaft!”  I just angrily nodded my head at everything he said, hoping he’d take a hint and just focus my cock!  Well, he finally started stroking me properly, slowly at first, then faster, and faster, until I shot both legs out straight, went rigid, and let out a tiny yelp of pleasure.  I thrusted my hips back and forth, lying on his bed now, trying to grab onto something because I felt like I was falling or something.  I realized I’d lost my breath, caught it, then clenched my fists and closed my eyes.  Cum flew everywhere.  All over Troy’s arms, my stomach, his sheets.  Before I could fully finish cumming, there was a loud banging on the bedroom door.  “Troy!  Steve’s here for you to work on his car.”  It was Mort.  “Shit, shit, shit!!” whispered Troy.  He pulled his hands off of me, so I rolled over onto his bed and let my cock pump out a little more cum on its own.  Troy glared at me, “Dude, get dressed, I have to go!”  Troy threw all of his clothes on.  I attempted to wipe off as much cum as possible from myself, then I put my clothes on, too.

  We exited the room.  Mort was standing there, arms crossed, looking at us questioningly.  “Did you guys finish your project?” he asked.  Troy hesitated, “Uhhh… Well, Doug finished his half, but we’ll get together and do mine later.  Come on, Doug, I’ll show you out.”

  Mort followed us a little ways, “Well, what’s the rush?  You shouldn’t take more than half an hour to do that job, and it’s only two o’clock.  Doug can stay here and watch TV with me until you’re done.”  I looked at Troy; he shrugged at me.  I looked at Mort… then his crotch… and told him I’d stay.

  Troy left the apartment, and I went over and sat down with Mort in front of the TV.  “I hope you like football,” he said.  We watched the game for a while.  Well, he watched the game while I tried to see what his cock was doing in my side-vision.  During a commercial, he spoke.  “So, Doug… are you admiring the print on my boxers, or are you just checking me out?”  Damn!  I thought I was being sneaky about it, too.  I froze.  He turned to me and said, “What?  It’s no big deal.  Here…”  He pulled his soft cock through the fly in his boxers.  “Nothing special here, just a cock.  You have one, I have one, lots of guys have seen it in the locker room and whatnot.  Won’t hurt to show one more guy since you seem so interested.”  I gazed in awe at it.  His cock was still soft, and already it was probably five or more inches long!

  I just sat there for a moment, feeling my cock swelling up again in my pants.  It hurt because it was trying to get larger than my underwear and pants would allow it to be.  “Well,” Mort continued, “are you going to show me yours too, or what?”  He smiled at me, then motioned toward my crotch.  I was a bit nervous about the whole thing, but for some reason, I unbutton my pants and pulled them down just far enough to allow my cock to stand freely.  “Nice one!” Mort complimented, “looks just like mine when I get hard.”  And how hard he was getting!  His cock started out hanging down toward his feet, but began to grow and twist around until it pointed to, and nearly touched, his belly-button. 

  Mort pulled my shirt off for me.  “Hey, before we get started, I want to make sure you’re comfortable doing this,” he began to explain, “because I want to make sure—“  I cut him off by pulling his boxers over his cock and down his legs.  He smiled at me yet again, his biggest one yet.  “One second,” he said, standing up, walking to the door, and twisting the lock closed on the door.  He turned the lights off, so now the only light in the room was coming in through the cracks between the blinds on the windows.

  When Mort came back over, I was still sitting on the couch, legs spread apart, arms stretched out, hands behind my head.  He got down in front of me, pulled my pants off, and underwear, and socks.  He rubbed my legs and tickled them, running his fingers through the hair on them.  He was working his way up to my crotch, but when he got there, sat up on his knees, and wrapped his arms around my upper body.  He was very close to me, and it felt good having my cock pressed up against his stomach, the head of his cock burrowing into my balls.  He pulled away, ran his fingers across my chest, down my happy trail, to my stomach.  “Ah, I knew it…” he said quietly.  “I was wondering why the lights in Troy’s room were out.”  He pulled out a ball of spongy semen stuck in my stomach hair.  I was worried that would bother him, but he just smiled as had done so many times before, looked down at my cock, and swallowed it!  Not halfway, as Troy had, but the whole thing!

  Mort had obviously done this before.  He started out just deepthroating my cock, massaging its base with his lips.  This felt wonderful!  Just being so far inside another man, having my cock completely and properly surrounded in a warm, moist, soft environment for the first time was almost unbearable.  However, it felt as though the effect of whole cock-down-the-throat thing was wearing off quickly since those sweet sensitive spots were being given no attention.  But before I got bored with that, Mort was already moving on.  He sucked on the head of my cock and circled his tongue around it.  I gasped for air since he switched over to this so quickly, shooting my hips forward.  Just as quickly as he’d started paying attention to the head, he stopped, which was frustrating because another five seconds of that and I would’ve cum.  I forgave him quickly, though, because the next things he did were all amazing experiences.  He kissed the underside of my cock, all the way up and down, repeated on the top, then licked the whole thing thoroughly.  He went on to my balls next.  Mort sucked each of them separately, then put both in his mouth and fondled them with his tongue.  This was the sort of head I’d always pined for!

  He kept adoring my cock with his mouth, now fondling my balls with his extra hands, or exploring my body.  In-between mouthfuls, he asked me, “would… you like… it… up… your ass?”  I replied, “Ummm, well, your cock looks really big, so… not really…”  He pulled his mouth off of me.  “That’s not what I meant,” Mort said, spitting on his finger, then massaging it quickly into my ass.  What a sensation!  He wiggled his finger around inside me, and that alone probably could’ve gotten me off in a few minutes.  Mort went right back to my cock, sucking up and down it.  It was twice as pleasurable now, though.  His finger up my ass made the sucking feel like nothing I’d ever experienced before.  I really can’t describe it because it was almost beyond feeling I was so numb with pleasure.

  This new form of cock-sucking had me all over the place.  I was gasping for air and throwing my arms and legs everywhere.  I was trying to thrust my cock at Mort and away from him at the same time because I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to continue the pleasure or stop it because it was unbearably pleasurable.  I tried to grab onto Mort’s head for stability but ended up holding onto the couch cushions instead because I couldn’t figure out where he was.  I felt his body move to the side a little so he could rub his cock up and down my leg (which felt mighty good, too, for whatever reason!).

  Mort just kept on going at it, so I had to continue on with the ride.  I began shaking, and stuttered, “O-o-oh-o-o-o-OH-o-oo-OH!” as I gasped for air.  I was trying to tell him I was going to cum, but couldn’t figure out how to speak.  I pulled my hands off the couch and felt up and down my body.  Yes, I was still there!  “Oh, wow!” I thought, as I felt like I was rising off and falling through the couch simultaneously.  I couldn’t feel anything—my body went numb.  Suddenly, it felt like my whole body was being sucked through my crotch, then I felt my ass exploding with pleasure as it pointlessly tried to push out Mort’s finger.  My balls… they were doing something, too... but my focus shifted too quickly to my cock, nearly bursting with all the pent-up excitement, pleasure, and blood rushing through it.  And suddenly, that pressure released itself.  The biggest relief of my entire life!  It was amazing.  It was like my heart stopped, I zoomed around the universe fifty, and melted into nothing all at the same time.

  What was probably just a few seconds later, I felt like I woke up to see Mort still sucking on my cock.  I was exhausted.  I saw sticky white cum running out of his mouth and down my cock, which Mort promptly pulled back into his mouth with his tongue.  I could still feel the base of my cock pumping with all its might to empty my body of every last drop of cum.  My ass was still along for the ride, too, giving me less intense pulses of pleasure with each pump, but continuing to feel great.

  My body stopped pumping and tensing, and just went limp.  Mort stood up, my ass giving one last mini-encore of pleasure as he quickly pulled out his finger.  I gasped, and closed my eyes, curled up sideways on the couch, cupping my cock in one hand and pressing against my asshole with the other.

  I felt a tiny drip of moisture hit my side.  Mort was above me, precum dripping down on me.  I tried to sit up after I realized I probably needed to help him get off, but he stopped me with his hand.  I looked up at him.  He did the classic fist-to-cock jack, fondling his balls with his free hand.  Only a moment or two passed before he pointed his cock toward himself and shot onto his own chest.  Not all of it went there, though, as a few strings of cum slung back around and hit my arms and shoulder.

  We sat around together a few more minutes, leaning against each other.  Mort got up and put his clothes on.  I figured I’d better do the same, before Troy came back.  I broke the silence by complimenting Mort’s expertise and thanking him profusely.  I told him I was sorry I couldn’t help him get off because my experience was so intense.  He just told me he was sure I’d be able to pay him back someday.  I smiled at Mort, hugged him, and left before Troy returned.

  And here I am, now, a few days later in my dorm.  Cock rock hard from writing this story.  I’m finishing it right on time, too, because it’s past midnight on a Friday, and Mort just called.  My roommate’s gone for the weekend, so Mort’s coming over because he’s bored and I have ‘videogames.’  =)

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