Adventures of a Selfsucker Pt.1-2
When I was a senior in high school, it was hard to find alone time. Mom and Dad would come home around 6, just when I came home from practice. I was responsible for getting my sister from her music lessons, and we would meet at home for dinner. There was no “me time”. None in the mornings, nor days, nor nights. Sometimes, on the weekends, I would get some, but that was few and far between. I took to driving around town and rubbing one out, to get a little bit of privacy. The most difficult part was going from my engorged cockhead to the manual shifter in the Saab. I would slowly get myself hard as I drove to my favorite little hidey-holes on the edge of town. The drive up to the park and through the little forest was exciting in the dark, cause I knew what would be coming. There were sometimes people at the park but I didn’t care.
I left my parents’ house wearing a t-shirt, gym shorts, and no underwear. Pulling out of the driveway, and reaching through the leg of my shorts I took my long soft shaft and low-hanging balls into my hand. All together, the package was way more than a handful. I began by pulling on my heavy, warm shaft, and letting my balls sit against my leg. Soon enough, I began getting hard. With every pull, blood rushed into my inflating dick. When my dick pressed above my belly button, I was ready. By that age, I’d already mastered the special skill of autofellatio.
I pulled into the lot over-looking the lake and grassy expanse of the park around 8:30, just as the sun was setting in the summer, or past dark in the cold winter hours. I was hard by the time I got to the park, my cock reaching past my belly button, and straight up against the steering wheel. I picked out good music and got to work.
I started by twisting my hand in time to the electronic bass, rubbing my head with every downbeat, and stroking the shaft with the off-beats. Going in time to music made me last longer, and caused more pre-cum to leak from my cock. As soon as a drop came out, I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and brought it to my lips. That first taste of the sweet juice made me so stiff. It was always a contest to see how long rubbing my shaft up and down would last, letting the pre dribble and coat my long shaft with slickness before really starting. Then, after about 5 times of my pre sliding out, I scanned the lot to make sure no one was watching. Anticipating my soft warm tongue was excruciating, but holding off was even better. I bent over and licked the warm clear liquid from my dick. The first lick was always the best, a gentle flicking of the cock- slit, watching my pre slide down the head of my dick. My tongue was so warm and wet, pre making the entire head sticky. The first lick was always soft and barely made contact. That was so thrilling. Then, leaning up, and scanning the lot again, I licked my lips clean. After the first lick, my dick continually and slowly leaked, making the shaft moist and easy to rub.
At this point, I always re-adjusted by pulling my dick and plump nuts back through my shorts, and putting the band underneath my sack. This way, my dick was pulled up, and leaned against my stomach. Then, scanning the lot once more, I furiously worked the shaft up and down. Hands one on top of the other, a blur with a mass of flesh between them. No one was in the lot. I leaned forward to kiss it, my moist lips meet my wet cockhead. The smacking sound of the kiss was like the opening bell to a fight, me against my balls, to see which could hold out longer. I started sucking slowly. First, my lips slipped over the fat tip of my dick, and I held my tongue back. Feeling a wet and eager hole slipping around my head caused the pre to flow more voluminously, oozing out between my mouth and head. I stopped at the base of my cockhead, the flare of my glans spreading my pursed mouth, and then sucked hard as I leaned back up. Scanning the lot again, then diving back down, I immediately took the entire head in and formed a tight seal around the top of the shaft with my lips. I held the tip in my mouth for a long time. I comfortably whirled my tongue around my dickhead, feeling the contour of my glans. Fat and filling against the roof of my mouth, resting on my tongue beneath. I twirled my tongue as quickly as I could, like a tornado flicking around the whole sensitive head. Juice hit my tongue as I fought the urge to swallow the whole thing. Then, I slowed the swirling motion and gently nibbled my head. It throbbed with every deliberate slurp, every purposeful tongue flick along the slit. It sent shivers down my spine. Then, pulling up on my dick, I squeezed the base tight. Inflated, I twirled my tongue like a wild man. Sitting like that, sucking on my head slow and hard for a minute or two, holding the spit and pre in my mouth, I felt ready to cum. Instead, I rose with one great slurp to a sitting position again. My sticky saliva, mixed with precum, fell onto the shaft and into my hand. I rubbed it into the length of my cock. I thought of how jealous every guy must be, how they wished for a bj on demand, as I slowly jacked off.
I rubbed my dick until it began to soften, then slipped my left hand under my thigh, and squeezed the thick base of my dick with my right, to massively erect the top half. Then, bending over, I gave my cockhead fast, soft, circular licks, teasing the edge of my rim, and feeling the soft skin against my tongue. The slowly leaking precum was quite sweet. Then, like a vacuum, I’d slurp up the juice and tongue my slit, before slipping the shaft into my mouth, and pressing my dick against the inside of my cheek. I fucked my own face. My hips thrust wildly towards my chin, my thick dick widening my hungry mouth. With it sliding against my cheek, this almost felt like a real BJ. My dick slowly got hard against my cheek. The feeling of it slowly inflating inside my own mouth was the best part. I held the position as my cock throbbed against my tongue, and pulsed against my lips. My cockhead slowly inching into my mouth with each beat. My mouth become more and more full, I fought to not suck as my big cock grew more stiff. Then, when hard, I slowly jerked the base and held the tip inside my lips, increasing the pace and speed. I gently slurped the head while my hand twisted the bottom of my shaft. I was in heaven. Eagerly, I swallowed my precum and worked my mouth a little further down, taking the shaft in for the first time that night. After all of the licking, it was quite slick. I kept my head still and let my hand guide my dick, rotating it in small circles inside my dripping mouth. Then, my dick escaped with a crisp pop as I leaned back, and closed my eyes.
I anticipated what would come next, the control needed, and the imminent pleasure. Rubbing my flat stomach, and pecs with my gooey hands, I slid over to the passenger seat. The steering wheel was getting in the way of truly enjoying my talent. With my right hand I pulled on my long shaft, and held my pec in my left. The lot was still empty, and even though the car sat in a back corner, I was still apprehensive about being discovered. I was parked in the shadow cast by a clump of tall evergreens, so the dark blue Saab was not very visible from within the lot, and impossible to see from the road. The lot was still empty. I put my bare feet against the dash, so I was still sitting in the seat, but in more of a squatting position. With legs drawn up close to my head, I could more easily have fun. In this position, I was startled by how close my dick was to my face. Mere centimeters separated my mouth and the one-eyed monster. I stuck my tongue out, and flicked a pearly glob of precum from the tip. The sweetness mixed with spit as I leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on the slit, letting the slick lube sneak past my lips. I made out with the very tip as the juice oozed down toward my wildly pumping hand. Then, repositioning, I pulled my arms inside the bend of my legs, and my dick smacked my chin. It had never been that close in this position. It opened new doors, new possibilities flooded my mind as I quickly kissed my dick. With my hands wrapped around my ankles, I stuck my tongue out and met the ridge, and pushed it with my tongue so I could wrap my mouth around the red pulsing cockhead.
Without struggling, my cockhead jumped into my mouth, and I laughed at the ease I could do this. I methodically circled my head with my tongue, breathing gently through my nose. Then my lips joined in. I worked them down my shaft and started really swallowing it’s length, quickly pulling half of my cock into the hot wet hole of my mouth. The fleshy mass pushed down on my tongue, and made the circles tighter. The gentle scr****g of my teeth fired my desire to take more of my dick. The ridges sliding past my lips throbbed as my cockhead found the entrance to my throat. I took a deep breath and plunged past the halfway mark of my shaft, sucking harder with each inch I pulled in. Then, mouth full with 6 inches of my cock, I bobbed up and down just like a real blow job. The feeling was unreal as my long, fat dick plunged my mouth and spread my lips. I slid into my own throat. The wet, squelching sounds filled the car and overtook the throbbing bass. Then, I went in time to the music, pulling up on the offbeat, and plunging six inches down on my shaft with the pounding bass drum. Dancing with myself always pushed the orgasm closer. Then, the long electronic song would end, and I slowly pulled off of my dick, sucking hard as it escaped. Taking my feet off the dash, and relaxing, leaning into the seat, I looked out the window. It was far to steamy to see through, so I wiped it off. My hand continued to massage my hard swollen shaft. There was a car at the far end of the parking lot.
Slowly massaging my shaft, keeping it hard, I wiped off the window more. The car was unfamiliar so I decided to continue. I wrapped one of my socks into a tight little ball and stuck it between my dick and stomach, to draw it away from my body some. Positioning myself in a ball was making my leg cramp, so I put them straight to the floor of the car. Pushing against the floor, and tucking my hands under my butt, I lifted my hips and well-loved cock towards my face. I bent down and swallowed my dick. I needed to hurry. I bobbed my head very fast, twirling my tongue manically around the voluminously leaking slit on the upstrokes, and pressing it against the hard ridges on the top of my dick with every downstroke. Then I felt the hot, boiling climax building in my balls. Grabbing them from under my thigh and gently pumping them brought it on quick. A floodgate was opening at the base of my shaft. My balls pulsed in my hand and pulled towards my shaft. Then it happened. My dick jumped wildly in my mouth, the shaft beating spreading my already strained lips, before I felt the powerful spray of jizz hit my throat. With cock-shaft filling my mouth, the spunk didn’t have very far to go to flood my throat. I started swallowing each and every drop of the juice, tasting only the sweaty wet length of my cock. The second blast was the biggest, and I struggled to pull it down, and slurped against my shaft as it came. Then, a titanic spasm shook my mouth as a huge dollop oozed from my slit. My cockhead flared inside my throat and filled the space entirely. I sucked the last drops with all my might before pulling my softening dick from my mouth. I leaned back in the passenger seat, savoring the sweet cum lingering in my mouth, intensely satisfied. I was convinced there was no better feeling I could enjoy.
After a few moments spent in jello-like bliss I looked out the window. The car was still there, and had not moved. I got out of the car and stepped around to the driver’s side. Whoever was at the park had not seen me but probably suspected something strange. I could see a huddled mass inside of the car, but could not tell if they were watching me. I pulled my 7-inch soft dick out of my pants and took a piss, watching the other car; they still did not see me. Just to entice them, if they were watching, I stood behind the hood so they could see. When I was done, I got in the car and took off. That was not the first time I practiced selfsucking, and it certainly was not the last. Selfsucking was not something I did all the time. I had a regular social life, and could, really, pull myself away from my dick. But it was always tempting. There were plenty of other thoughts, ideas, and fantasies passing through my mind, but the possibility of “sucking my own dick” was always an undercurrent. It was a constant thing, and sometimes I had to really suppress the desire to blurt out “I sucked my own dick during passing period!” when called on to answer a question, or “I want to blow myself for two hours this afternoon.” It became a huge mental distraction, more than a physical one.
Now finally at college, and living away from my parents, I had plenty of time to myself. But, I also had plenty of time to distract myself with other activities like getting drunk with friends, and smoking too much pot, and fucking my girlfriend at her friend’s if she visited for the weekend. Given these new-found hobbies, time spent with my dick had dropped off. It had not stopped, but grown infrequent. It was nearly December, and I had enjoyed my mouth only four times that semester—which was far below my average. Before arriving at college it had been a weekly, if not every-other-day, experience. I cut-back without intending to. The week before leaving for school, I planned to do it daily, if possible. But, having a roommate did not factor into this plan.
Sean was an architecture major, and monopolized an entire third of our dorm for his draft table and associated supplies. He was there constantly. Every time I returned from class, he was at the table drafting plans, or working on intense calculus problems while his shit music played. Sean was a good roommate, but in the room far too often. Once I had blown myself while standing in the showers, the water steaming up the whole communal bathroom, and cascading over my shoulders while I plunged my mouth, and two other times had been in a bathroom between classes. These events were performed out of necessity, out of sheer horn-itude, since I barely even had time to jerk-off. So, I’d only enjoyed one full night of pleasure that whole semester, while Sean was out with friends.
I was sexually frustrated. I had grown quite attached to selfsucking, and thoroughly appreciated doing it. Even though I was regularly having sex with my girlfriend, it felt as though a piece were missing. One snowy Friday night after lab, I arrived back to an empty dorm room. I text Sean:
me: yo, where are you tonight?
Sean: At a party! come join
Right, I was about to skip out on my first night alone in a month. Me: I’m just going to relax and go to bed early. Coming back tonight?
Sean: Nah, going to Tasha’s for the night.
My opportunity had finally presented itself. I had the whole night alone, and could spend it with my dick firmly between my lips. I went to the window, and pulled the heavy grey curtains shut. Then, standing in the middle of the room, I stripped and tossed my clothes into the laundry basket at the foot of the bed. I turned to look at my reflection in the full-length mirror. My long, dark blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun at the base of my neck. I undid the bun, and let my hair fall. Yeah, I was kind of a hippie at the time. I brought one hand to the gentle line of my pectorals, and traced the muscle from armpit to sternum, then up to clavicles and over t****zium. I ran both hands over my pecs, gently grazing my nipples, and further down to my abs. I was no Adonis, but had definition from years of yoga and biking. I traced the subtle outlines of my six-pack, my hands exploring the gentle ridges and valleys on the way to my ab-cut. It was the most defined part of my body, and stood out from my hips and upper thighs by at least a centimeter. With both hands placed lightly at my waist, I followed the rise down towards my hips, feeling the hard wall between my hip and upper quads. I followed it all the way down and into my crotch, and cupped my soft, heavy package in both hands. I gazed into the mirror, into my own hazel eyes. Then, down at my reflected hairless chest, pecs rising and falling with every gentle breath, and abs tensing and releasing. I flexed, bringing my right hand to them, feeling the prominent, yet shallow valleys. In my left hand were my loose ping-pong sized nuts. I followed the trail of blonde hair from my belly button to my pubes with my right, and finally onto my dick.
Still flaccid, it hung straight down between my nuts and past their hefty weight. Taking the fleshy hot mass in my right hand, and gently tugging it, feeling the shaft stretch and elongate slightly sent shivers down my spine. I dropped it with a soft plop against my left hand. I lowered my hands and stepped away from the mirror. I stared at the reflection of my huge, swinging dick. It was easily over 6 inches completely soft, and was framed by my low, ample balls. I twisted my hips from side to side, and watched as my dick swung back and forth, nearly hitting my iliac crest with each sideways motion. I became entranced watching the foot-wide arc. It started getting hard. I stood perfectly still watching it grow longer, fatter and more veiny, until it began rising from my nuts. I brought my hands back to my stomach and ran them up and down, playing my abs like a washboard. I closed my eyes, imagining what would come next, the intense pleasure I would perform on myself, and the load I would feel on my tongue. Holding my pecs, I slowly began to rock back and forth. With every forward thrust, my dick smacked my lower abdomen, and with every reverse motion flung against my balls. I opened my eyes a few moments later and stared into the mirror. I was now fully hard. My cock pointed straight out from a tidy clump of light brown pubes, trimmed so condoms wouldn’t snag, nor hair get in my (or my girlfriend’s) mouth. The reflection of my dick pulsed with every heartbeat. It got a little more plump with every thump. I grasped my shaft.
I put my right hand flush against my pubic bone, and wrapped my fingers around the mass of hard flesh. My fingers could not touch. I placed my left hand directly on top of right, and still, shaft was exposed. I took my right hand away and placed it on top of my left, which left my tip poking through. I felt a flush of excitement. Somehow, my dick had grown. Tearing myself away from the mirror, while still stroking my thick shaft, I looked for a ruler. I pulled one from the top drawer of Sean’s desk and returned to the mirror. The veins running up my shaft pulsed in my hand as I lay the ruler on top of my cock. The ruler rested on its flat edge along the top of my shaft, and flesh still peeked out on either side. I pressed the clear plastic gently into my pubic bone, and let out a small gasp as the head of my dick squeaked past 9 inches. My dick had not grown for two years, and I believed a solid 8-incher would sprout from my crotch for the remainder of life. The new growth happened only this first semester at school, nearly 3/4 of an inch and I had not noticed. I was elated at the new possibilities. I set the ruler down by the sink. Wrapping both hands around my shaft, I worked them slowly up and down. The inner ridges of my cock slid between my fingers, the warm mass feeling like it could burst through my tight grip. I watched as a drop of precum oozed out of my long slit, then worked it into my shaft. I rarely used lube because of how much precum I produced. Even then, there was usually spit on my dick.
I sat down on the edge of the counter, with my legs straight out in front of me. I admired the way my legs flexed in the mirror, the veins coursing against my calf muscles and up my defined quads. Leaning against the vanity mirror, hair falling over my shoulders, chest beginning to glisten, two hands on mammoth dick meat, I was in heaven. I admired my reflection. With every in breath there was a slight rippling at the bottom of my pecs, and extending down my abs, nearly down to the hard V-shape of my torso. Every exhale caused my abs to flex and become momentarily chiseled like a Roman statue. I pulled my left hand away from my pulsing cock, and rubbed my stomach, then chest. A misty layer of sweat covered my body. I worked my right hand furiously, feeling the precum sneak out, and slide over the blur of my hand, massaging it into my long shaft. My toes curled.
It was time for the first lick. I placed my left hand under my thigh, and squeezed the base of my cock tight, trying hard to make my middle finger and thumb meet. The tip inflated slightly. I bent down and lightly twirled my tongue in a quick circle around the ridge of my helmet-head. I eyed myself in the mirror while licking the flare of my glans up and down until a drop of pre came forth. I pressed my tongue hard against the spongy surface, and flicked the precum into my mouth with a gentle kiss. Sitting up, and again leaning against the cool vanity mirror, I sighed. It had never been so easy to lick my own cock. Easy as tying my shoes, I could lean over and thoroughly lick the head. Relaxing my arms, I bent forward to see if I could reach without added tension. Sure enough, my dick brushed my lips. I stretched down and forward towards the ground and my feet. My cock pressed through my lips of its own volition. I obliged my cock and opened my mouth.
Precum slowly leaked as I pressed the head further into my mouth. It tasted surprisingly sweet. The ridge gliding against my tongue felt so sensitive, and every time I pressed against it I felt another drop of pre slide onto my tongue. I spread my lips to let it slip out and down my shaft: sliding my tongue sideways, across the tip to work the juice down, and letting it flow across my bottom lip towards my pubes. I was still in a half-standing position, my firm ass against the counter, with my hands holding tight onto my ankles. I looked sideways in the mirror. I was entranced at my lips pursed around cockhead, fully disappeared into my mouth along with the top inch or two of shaft. I looked stretched-out, but felt incredibly relaxed. I suckled gently on the sensitive tip, slowly circling the ridges and loose circumcision with my tongue. A steady flow of precum melted onto my tongue like a dripping popsicle.
By breathing through my nose, I stayed down for as long as I wanted. I tried hard to keep my head still, and fought the urge to swallow more and more shaft, because I wanted this to last all night. Stealing sideways glances into the mirror nearly made me burst, and I stopped the ceaseless tongue swirls as I caught my breath. I reseted with my cock disappearing into my mouth. Pulling my hands away from my ankles, and placing them under my thighs, caused my pelvis to push up and out. My dick pressed it’s way another inch into my mouth. I laughed. The muffled vibrations buzzed through my throbbing meat, and tingled the base of my shaft. A hot, wet rope of thick saliva and gooey precum glided down my shaft, and I stared, mystified, as it went towards my balls. I caught it in my palm and rubbed it all over them, testing the weight and gently squeezing them, then my right hand came to my shaft. I sat there, dick resting in my mouth, enjoying the pulse against my tongue, while slowly stroking to stay fully hard. Then with a slurp, I stood up and stretched my arms over my head to touch the ceiling.
It was nearly midnight, but it felt like I had just begun. I realized how thirsty I had become, and gathered change to get a juice from the basement vending machine. I quickly pulled on sweats and a t-shirt, and left the dorm room. It was quiet for a Friday, so most k**s must have been out partying. The lights were off in the basement, so I fumbled for the switch. I got an OJ, and returned to the steps. My stiffy had not deflated one iota, and I lazily rubbed it through my sweats, thinking of completion as it strained against my hip. I opened the door, and was practically naked by the time it shut. I plopped down on the bed, extending my body and stretching. I took a long pull from the OJ, then ran my hands down my lithe, defined body. I left the light on in order to admire my long cock. Wrapping both hands around my shaft, I went back at it. I was really working up a lot of precum, my hands making squelching sounds as they slipped up and down. I didn’t even hear the door open.
“Holy shit dude!” was the first thing that alerted me to the presence of another human.
I was definitely caught red-handed. Naked on top of my bedspread, with a raging 9-inch boner, and hands both very much occupied, there was no way I could escape the situation. “I thought you were at Tasha’s?” I released my cock and stared into the face of my roommate, clearly bleary-eyed and intoxicated.
He threw a hand in front of his face. “She told me I was too drunk to stay.” Sean was wobbling on his feet. He turned away and began removing his coat and hat, tossing them haphazardly on his desk chair. “I see you’re having fun.”
I was paralyzed in the shock of being discovered. “Well, I was trying.” Until you showed up, I was. I would have had a lot of fun.
He was now stripping down to his boxers. “Don’t let me stop you, do it if you got to.” Sean was sporting an obvious bone, it pressed against his button-fly boxers, and there was a small stain at the very apex of the tent. “I have major blue balls, so, yeah.”
“Are you serious? You don’t mind if I continue?”
He collapsed into bed and began struggling with the button on his boxers. “I’m going to…so you can to.” He added with a grunt as he finally mastered the button, and reached his hand inside.
I placed my hand back around my erection, and re-ordered my focus. Looked as though I would never get time alone. I was working my right hand up and down, and massaging my nuts with my left. I glanced over at Sean to see him furiously working his shaft, with his eyes on me. “Like what you see?”
“Damn, Silas, you must have a ten-inch prick. I didn’t realize you were packing.” He said, reaching for his computer.
Thanks for the flattery, but it wasn’t needed. I smiled, remembering Sean’s ruler. “Only a bit over nine,” I stated with a flushing of pride. I noted Sean’s own thick six-and-a-half inch uncut cock. “It’s kind of excessive.”
“I’m sure you’re girlfriend likes it,” he slurred “I can only imagine what I’d do with a dick like that.” He was holding his in one hand and searching for porn on his computer with the other.
“Well, thanks.” I said, stealing a glance across the room. Sean was intently focused on the screen. Sexuality and always been a spectrum to me, so if he got off on masturbating with a friend, I could not judge. I wrapped both hands around my shaft and began to jerk-off as furiously as he was, pounding my long cock in rhythm with the squeaking of bedsprings from across the room. I had never compared my cock with other guys; but I knew I had something big from the way others spoke about theirs. Sean was the first erect, throbbing dick I had seen outside of porn. Throughout the next few minutes I peeked at Sean a few times. “What are you watching?”
He reached down next to his bed for a cable, and plugged it into the computer. “this.” He turned the TV on. An amateur video of a couple fucking in a bedroom filled the screen.
“That’s pretty hot,” I said, and refocused on the TV. Then, I realized Sean was paying more attention to me than the video. He was practically staring at my dick, nearly drooling as I throttled myself up and down.
“You are hung like a fucking horse, bro.”
I laughed. “Don’t know about that, but thanks.” I was seized by an insane idea. If I had not been blowing myself for more than an hour before he walked in, if Sean was not so interested in my dick, I would never have thought it. But, I had been so damn horny for weeks that I floated an idea in his direction. “Do you want to see a neat trick?”
Sean looked away from the screen and at me, his eyes glistening with liquor. “Definitely.” He sat up in bed and turned towards me, his hand still working his fat dick.
“Get ready then.” I rotated around so my legs hung off the bed, and stretched my arms over my head, leaning from side to side. I reached down and grabbed the bed frame. Here goes nothing, I thought. Without any introduction, I bent forward and gave my cock the longest lick yet that semester. I stuck my tongue out and hit the halfway point of shaft, and gave it a wet, lingering stroke to the slit of my dick, where I pursed my lips and sucked a huge dollop of precum out. Immediately, I formed a tight ring and plunged my head down, my thick cock pressing against my cheek, causing it to bulge out. I bobbed my head up and down a few times, to really give Sean the idea of what I was doing, so he could see my dick moving in and out of my mouth. Then, I extracted it with a pop and opened my mouth wide, placing it firmly against my tongue. I moved it back and forth, showing Sean that it really was in my mouth, then started rocking my hips back and forth so I was fucking my own face. Half of my shaft was sliding in and out of my mouth.
“I thought that was fucking impossible!” He said, awestruck.
I gripped the base of my shaft and sucked my way to the top, practically flinging my dick out when I got to the head. “No, It’s very possible.” I looked at Sean, his chin practically on his chest in amazement. I watched him in silence for a moment. He had stopped jerking off, but his dick still throbbed in his hand. “Best feeling in the world.”
He regained his composure. “That was amazing! Can’t believe I just saw that.” Sean shut his computer and jumped unsteadily off the bed.
I leaned down once again and kissed the head of my throbbing, pink cockhead. “You better believe it.” Suddenly, he was next to me, all traces of his usual self-consciousness evaporated.
“I want to see you cum from that,” he said in an almost whisper.
I wasn’t opposed, but this was an entirely new experience for me as well. I had been selfsucking for years, yet no one knew of my talent. No one, besides my girlfriend, even knew what I had between my legs. I just discovered a geyser of exhibitionism within myself I had no awareness of until that moment. I wanted to show off, I needed to. “Enjoy the show, then.” I kicked the desk chair in front of me, so it was facing my crotch and motioned for Sean to sit down. He would look up into my face, being fucked by my own dick. So as he went to the chair, I reached down to re-grip the bed frame, and took my cock in once more. It was hot, even in my mouth, and there was a healthy amount of pre adhered to the tip. I swirled my tongue quickly to coat my shaft and let my spit ooze down. Quickly, four inches of dick filled my mouth and I was in heaven. I slowly moved my head up and down, slurping and sucking as I warmed up. More and more filled my mouth, and it began pressing down into my throat. I started humming. Below me, Sean fapped wildly. I had always been interested in dicks, but this was the first time I had seen another guy’s in action. Something was so arousing, so hedonistic about seeing another turgid cock at work. My humming became high-pitched as my cock entered my throat. This was the first time I realized I had little to no gag reflex, with the tip of my cock slowly easing past my tonsils. I was breathing heavily through my nose. Sean was leaned over, and craning his face up to the base of my cock to get a closer look. “Holy Fuck, this is so sexy.” I winked at him and closed my eyes. It was weird to be staring him in the face while sucking myself off. Besides, I could concentrate on the sensations better with my eyes closed.
I took my hand from the bed frame and began to squeeze and pump my balls. I was close. I could feel my lips spreading further and further apart, and my dick throbbing more strongly. Pre was flowing down my shaft and into my throat in an uninterrupted stream. I breathed very heavily, and sweat dripped from my forehead onto the floor between Sean and I. Then it happened.
I opened my eyes to see Sean leaned back in the chair, moaning, his eyes plastered to the sight of my nine-inch dick disappearing into my mouth. More than anything, his moans did it. Steaming gooey jets emptied into my throat and desperately, I tried to swallow them, the contractions of my throat tightening around my enflamed cock, their rhythms sending me onto a brand new plateau of ecstasy. I pulled out slightly, as hot ropes of jizz splattered my tongue, and streamed from the corners of my mouth. Below, Sean began to cum, soupy white dribbles leaking onto his flat stomach. I watched his body jerk and listened to his sighs as the last of my load made its way down my shaft. With my cockhead still in my mouth, I grabbed my shaft and slowly squeezed the final viscous globs from the tip of my softening cock, and into my mouth. I looked at Sean, and stuck my tongue out, showing him the white pool of juice there. Then I swallowed it.
“I see why you wanted to be alone tonight,” he said, then stood up and clapped me on the shoulder. “Congratulations, man.” He went to the sink.
“We should figure out a system, so you don’t come in and find me doing that.” I thought of what would be discrete enough. “If I ever text you the word popsicle, don’t come back for an hour.”
“You got it buddy,” he said returning to his bed and flicking off the light. Then through the dark, “but I may come running then.”
I left my parents’ house wearing a t-shirt, gym shorts, and no underwear. Pulling out of the driveway, and reaching through the leg of my shorts I took my long soft shaft and low-hanging balls into my hand. All together, the package was way more than a handful. I began by pulling on my heavy, warm shaft, and letting my balls sit against my leg. Soon enough, I began getting hard. With every pull, blood rushed into my inflating dick. When my dick pressed above my belly button, I was ready. By that age, I’d already mastered the special skill of autofellatio.
I pulled into the lot over-looking the lake and grassy expanse of the park around 8:30, just as the sun was setting in the summer, or past dark in the cold winter hours. I was hard by the time I got to the park, my cock reaching past my belly button, and straight up against the steering wheel. I picked out good music and got to work.
I started by twisting my hand in time to the electronic bass, rubbing my head with every downbeat, and stroking the shaft with the off-beats. Going in time to music made me last longer, and caused more pre-cum to leak from my cock. As soon as a drop came out, I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and brought it to my lips. That first taste of the sweet juice made me so stiff. It was always a contest to see how long rubbing my shaft up and down would last, letting the pre dribble and coat my long shaft with slickness before really starting. Then, after about 5 times of my pre sliding out, I scanned the lot to make sure no one was watching. Anticipating my soft warm tongue was excruciating, but holding off was even better. I bent over and licked the warm clear liquid from my dick. The first lick was always the best, a gentle flicking of the cock- slit, watching my pre slide down the head of my dick. My tongue was so warm and wet, pre making the entire head sticky. The first lick was always soft and barely made contact. That was so thrilling. Then, leaning up, and scanning the lot again, I licked my lips clean. After the first lick, my dick continually and slowly leaked, making the shaft moist and easy to rub.
At this point, I always re-adjusted by pulling my dick and plump nuts back through my shorts, and putting the band underneath my sack. This way, my dick was pulled up, and leaned against my stomach. Then, scanning the lot once more, I furiously worked the shaft up and down. Hands one on top of the other, a blur with a mass of flesh between them. No one was in the lot. I leaned forward to kiss it, my moist lips meet my wet cockhead. The smacking sound of the kiss was like the opening bell to a fight, me against my balls, to see which could hold out longer. I started sucking slowly. First, my lips slipped over the fat tip of my dick, and I held my tongue back. Feeling a wet and eager hole slipping around my head caused the pre to flow more voluminously, oozing out between my mouth and head. I stopped at the base of my cockhead, the flare of my glans spreading my pursed mouth, and then sucked hard as I leaned back up. Scanning the lot again, then diving back down, I immediately took the entire head in and formed a tight seal around the top of the shaft with my lips. I held the tip in my mouth for a long time. I comfortably whirled my tongue around my dickhead, feeling the contour of my glans. Fat and filling against the roof of my mouth, resting on my tongue beneath. I twirled my tongue as quickly as I could, like a tornado flicking around the whole sensitive head. Juice hit my tongue as I fought the urge to swallow the whole thing. Then, I slowed the swirling motion and gently nibbled my head. It throbbed with every deliberate slurp, every purposeful tongue flick along the slit. It sent shivers down my spine. Then, pulling up on my dick, I squeezed the base tight. Inflated, I twirled my tongue like a wild man. Sitting like that, sucking on my head slow and hard for a minute or two, holding the spit and pre in my mouth, I felt ready to cum. Instead, I rose with one great slurp to a sitting position again. My sticky saliva, mixed with precum, fell onto the shaft and into my hand. I rubbed it into the length of my cock. I thought of how jealous every guy must be, how they wished for a bj on demand, as I slowly jacked off.
I rubbed my dick until it began to soften, then slipped my left hand under my thigh, and squeezed the thick base of my dick with my right, to massively erect the top half. Then, bending over, I gave my cockhead fast, soft, circular licks, teasing the edge of my rim, and feeling the soft skin against my tongue. The slowly leaking precum was quite sweet. Then, like a vacuum, I’d slurp up the juice and tongue my slit, before slipping the shaft into my mouth, and pressing my dick against the inside of my cheek. I fucked my own face. My hips thrust wildly towards my chin, my thick dick widening my hungry mouth. With it sliding against my cheek, this almost felt like a real BJ. My dick slowly got hard against my cheek. The feeling of it slowly inflating inside my own mouth was the best part. I held the position as my cock throbbed against my tongue, and pulsed against my lips. My cockhead slowly inching into my mouth with each beat. My mouth become more and more full, I fought to not suck as my big cock grew more stiff. Then, when hard, I slowly jerked the base and held the tip inside my lips, increasing the pace and speed. I gently slurped the head while my hand twisted the bottom of my shaft. I was in heaven. Eagerly, I swallowed my precum and worked my mouth a little further down, taking the shaft in for the first time that night. After all of the licking, it was quite slick. I kept my head still and let my hand guide my dick, rotating it in small circles inside my dripping mouth. Then, my dick escaped with a crisp pop as I leaned back, and closed my eyes.
I anticipated what would come next, the control needed, and the imminent pleasure. Rubbing my flat stomach, and pecs with my gooey hands, I slid over to the passenger seat. The steering wheel was getting in the way of truly enjoying my talent. With my right hand I pulled on my long shaft, and held my pec in my left. The lot was still empty, and even though the car sat in a back corner, I was still apprehensive about being discovered. I was parked in the shadow cast by a clump of tall evergreens, so the dark blue Saab was not very visible from within the lot, and impossible to see from the road. The lot was still empty. I put my bare feet against the dash, so I was still sitting in the seat, but in more of a squatting position. With legs drawn up close to my head, I could more easily have fun. In this position, I was startled by how close my dick was to my face. Mere centimeters separated my mouth and the one-eyed monster. I stuck my tongue out, and flicked a pearly glob of precum from the tip. The sweetness mixed with spit as I leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on the slit, letting the slick lube sneak past my lips. I made out with the very tip as the juice oozed down toward my wildly pumping hand. Then, repositioning, I pulled my arms inside the bend of my legs, and my dick smacked my chin. It had never been that close in this position. It opened new doors, new possibilities flooded my mind as I quickly kissed my dick. With my hands wrapped around my ankles, I stuck my tongue out and met the ridge, and pushed it with my tongue so I could wrap my mouth around the red pulsing cockhead.
Without struggling, my cockhead jumped into my mouth, and I laughed at the ease I could do this. I methodically circled my head with my tongue, breathing gently through my nose. Then my lips joined in. I worked them down my shaft and started really swallowing it’s length, quickly pulling half of my cock into the hot wet hole of my mouth. The fleshy mass pushed down on my tongue, and made the circles tighter. The gentle scr****g of my teeth fired my desire to take more of my dick. The ridges sliding past my lips throbbed as my cockhead found the entrance to my throat. I took a deep breath and plunged past the halfway mark of my shaft, sucking harder with each inch I pulled in. Then, mouth full with 6 inches of my cock, I bobbed up and down just like a real blow job. The feeling was unreal as my long, fat dick plunged my mouth and spread my lips. I slid into my own throat. The wet, squelching sounds filled the car and overtook the throbbing bass. Then, I went in time to the music, pulling up on the offbeat, and plunging six inches down on my shaft with the pounding bass drum. Dancing with myself always pushed the orgasm closer. Then, the long electronic song would end, and I slowly pulled off of my dick, sucking hard as it escaped. Taking my feet off the dash, and relaxing, leaning into the seat, I looked out the window. It was far to steamy to see through, so I wiped it off. My hand continued to massage my hard swollen shaft. There was a car at the far end of the parking lot.
Slowly massaging my shaft, keeping it hard, I wiped off the window more. The car was unfamiliar so I decided to continue. I wrapped one of my socks into a tight little ball and stuck it between my dick and stomach, to draw it away from my body some. Positioning myself in a ball was making my leg cramp, so I put them straight to the floor of the car. Pushing against the floor, and tucking my hands under my butt, I lifted my hips and well-loved cock towards my face. I bent down and swallowed my dick. I needed to hurry. I bobbed my head very fast, twirling my tongue manically around the voluminously leaking slit on the upstrokes, and pressing it against the hard ridges on the top of my dick with every downstroke. Then I felt the hot, boiling climax building in my balls. Grabbing them from under my thigh and gently pumping them brought it on quick. A floodgate was opening at the base of my shaft. My balls pulsed in my hand and pulled towards my shaft. Then it happened. My dick jumped wildly in my mouth, the shaft beating spreading my already strained lips, before I felt the powerful spray of jizz hit my throat. With cock-shaft filling my mouth, the spunk didn’t have very far to go to flood my throat. I started swallowing each and every drop of the juice, tasting only the sweaty wet length of my cock. The second blast was the biggest, and I struggled to pull it down, and slurped against my shaft as it came. Then, a titanic spasm shook my mouth as a huge dollop oozed from my slit. My cockhead flared inside my throat and filled the space entirely. I sucked the last drops with all my might before pulling my softening dick from my mouth. I leaned back in the passenger seat, savoring the sweet cum lingering in my mouth, intensely satisfied. I was convinced there was no better feeling I could enjoy.
After a few moments spent in jello-like bliss I looked out the window. The car was still there, and had not moved. I got out of the car and stepped around to the driver’s side. Whoever was at the park had not seen me but probably suspected something strange. I could see a huddled mass inside of the car, but could not tell if they were watching me. I pulled my 7-inch soft dick out of my pants and took a piss, watching the other car; they still did not see me. Just to entice them, if they were watching, I stood behind the hood so they could see. When I was done, I got in the car and took off. That was not the first time I practiced selfsucking, and it certainly was not the last. Selfsucking was not something I did all the time. I had a regular social life, and could, really, pull myself away from my dick. But it was always tempting. There were plenty of other thoughts, ideas, and fantasies passing through my mind, but the possibility of “sucking my own dick” was always an undercurrent. It was a constant thing, and sometimes I had to really suppress the desire to blurt out “I sucked my own dick during passing period!” when called on to answer a question, or “I want to blow myself for two hours this afternoon.” It became a huge mental distraction, more than a physical one.
Now finally at college, and living away from my parents, I had plenty of time to myself. But, I also had plenty of time to distract myself with other activities like getting drunk with friends, and smoking too much pot, and fucking my girlfriend at her friend’s if she visited for the weekend. Given these new-found hobbies, time spent with my dick had dropped off. It had not stopped, but grown infrequent. It was nearly December, and I had enjoyed my mouth only four times that semester—which was far below my average. Before arriving at college it had been a weekly, if not every-other-day, experience. I cut-back without intending to. The week before leaving for school, I planned to do it daily, if possible. But, having a roommate did not factor into this plan.
Sean was an architecture major, and monopolized an entire third of our dorm for his draft table and associated supplies. He was there constantly. Every time I returned from class, he was at the table drafting plans, or working on intense calculus problems while his shit music played. Sean was a good roommate, but in the room far too often. Once I had blown myself while standing in the showers, the water steaming up the whole communal bathroom, and cascading over my shoulders while I plunged my mouth, and two other times had been in a bathroom between classes. These events were performed out of necessity, out of sheer horn-itude, since I barely even had time to jerk-off. So, I’d only enjoyed one full night of pleasure that whole semester, while Sean was out with friends.
I was sexually frustrated. I had grown quite attached to selfsucking, and thoroughly appreciated doing it. Even though I was regularly having sex with my girlfriend, it felt as though a piece were missing. One snowy Friday night after lab, I arrived back to an empty dorm room. I text Sean:
me: yo, where are you tonight?
Sean: At a party! come join
Right, I was about to skip out on my first night alone in a month. Me: I’m just going to relax and go to bed early. Coming back tonight?
Sean: Nah, going to Tasha’s for the night.
My opportunity had finally presented itself. I had the whole night alone, and could spend it with my dick firmly between my lips. I went to the window, and pulled the heavy grey curtains shut. Then, standing in the middle of the room, I stripped and tossed my clothes into the laundry basket at the foot of the bed. I turned to look at my reflection in the full-length mirror. My long, dark blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun at the base of my neck. I undid the bun, and let my hair fall. Yeah, I was kind of a hippie at the time. I brought one hand to the gentle line of my pectorals, and traced the muscle from armpit to sternum, then up to clavicles and over t****zium. I ran both hands over my pecs, gently grazing my nipples, and further down to my abs. I was no Adonis, but had definition from years of yoga and biking. I traced the subtle outlines of my six-pack, my hands exploring the gentle ridges and valleys on the way to my ab-cut. It was the most defined part of my body, and stood out from my hips and upper thighs by at least a centimeter. With both hands placed lightly at my waist, I followed the rise down towards my hips, feeling the hard wall between my hip and upper quads. I followed it all the way down and into my crotch, and cupped my soft, heavy package in both hands. I gazed into the mirror, into my own hazel eyes. Then, down at my reflected hairless chest, pecs rising and falling with every gentle breath, and abs tensing and releasing. I flexed, bringing my right hand to them, feeling the prominent, yet shallow valleys. In my left hand were my loose ping-pong sized nuts. I followed the trail of blonde hair from my belly button to my pubes with my right, and finally onto my dick.
Still flaccid, it hung straight down between my nuts and past their hefty weight. Taking the fleshy hot mass in my right hand, and gently tugging it, feeling the shaft stretch and elongate slightly sent shivers down my spine. I dropped it with a soft plop against my left hand. I lowered my hands and stepped away from the mirror. I stared at the reflection of my huge, swinging dick. It was easily over 6 inches completely soft, and was framed by my low, ample balls. I twisted my hips from side to side, and watched as my dick swung back and forth, nearly hitting my iliac crest with each sideways motion. I became entranced watching the foot-wide arc. It started getting hard. I stood perfectly still watching it grow longer, fatter and more veiny, until it began rising from my nuts. I brought my hands back to my stomach and ran them up and down, playing my abs like a washboard. I closed my eyes, imagining what would come next, the intense pleasure I would perform on myself, and the load I would feel on my tongue. Holding my pecs, I slowly began to rock back and forth. With every forward thrust, my dick smacked my lower abdomen, and with every reverse motion flung against my balls. I opened my eyes a few moments later and stared into the mirror. I was now fully hard. My cock pointed straight out from a tidy clump of light brown pubes, trimmed so condoms wouldn’t snag, nor hair get in my (or my girlfriend’s) mouth. The reflection of my dick pulsed with every heartbeat. It got a little more plump with every thump. I grasped my shaft.
I put my right hand flush against my pubic bone, and wrapped my fingers around the mass of hard flesh. My fingers could not touch. I placed my left hand directly on top of right, and still, shaft was exposed. I took my right hand away and placed it on top of my left, which left my tip poking through. I felt a flush of excitement. Somehow, my dick had grown. Tearing myself away from the mirror, while still stroking my thick shaft, I looked for a ruler. I pulled one from the top drawer of Sean’s desk and returned to the mirror. The veins running up my shaft pulsed in my hand as I lay the ruler on top of my cock. The ruler rested on its flat edge along the top of my shaft, and flesh still peeked out on either side. I pressed the clear plastic gently into my pubic bone, and let out a small gasp as the head of my dick squeaked past 9 inches. My dick had not grown for two years, and I believed a solid 8-incher would sprout from my crotch for the remainder of life. The new growth happened only this first semester at school, nearly 3/4 of an inch and I had not noticed. I was elated at the new possibilities. I set the ruler down by the sink. Wrapping both hands around my shaft, I worked them slowly up and down. The inner ridges of my cock slid between my fingers, the warm mass feeling like it could burst through my tight grip. I watched as a drop of precum oozed out of my long slit, then worked it into my shaft. I rarely used lube because of how much precum I produced. Even then, there was usually spit on my dick.
I sat down on the edge of the counter, with my legs straight out in front of me. I admired the way my legs flexed in the mirror, the veins coursing against my calf muscles and up my defined quads. Leaning against the vanity mirror, hair falling over my shoulders, chest beginning to glisten, two hands on mammoth dick meat, I was in heaven. I admired my reflection. With every in breath there was a slight rippling at the bottom of my pecs, and extending down my abs, nearly down to the hard V-shape of my torso. Every exhale caused my abs to flex and become momentarily chiseled like a Roman statue. I pulled my left hand away from my pulsing cock, and rubbed my stomach, then chest. A misty layer of sweat covered my body. I worked my right hand furiously, feeling the precum sneak out, and slide over the blur of my hand, massaging it into my long shaft. My toes curled.
It was time for the first lick. I placed my left hand under my thigh, and squeezed the base of my cock tight, trying hard to make my middle finger and thumb meet. The tip inflated slightly. I bent down and lightly twirled my tongue in a quick circle around the ridge of my helmet-head. I eyed myself in the mirror while licking the flare of my glans up and down until a drop of pre came forth. I pressed my tongue hard against the spongy surface, and flicked the precum into my mouth with a gentle kiss. Sitting up, and again leaning against the cool vanity mirror, I sighed. It had never been so easy to lick my own cock. Easy as tying my shoes, I could lean over and thoroughly lick the head. Relaxing my arms, I bent forward to see if I could reach without added tension. Sure enough, my dick brushed my lips. I stretched down and forward towards the ground and my feet. My cock pressed through my lips of its own volition. I obliged my cock and opened my mouth.
Precum slowly leaked as I pressed the head further into my mouth. It tasted surprisingly sweet. The ridge gliding against my tongue felt so sensitive, and every time I pressed against it I felt another drop of pre slide onto my tongue. I spread my lips to let it slip out and down my shaft: sliding my tongue sideways, across the tip to work the juice down, and letting it flow across my bottom lip towards my pubes. I was still in a half-standing position, my firm ass against the counter, with my hands holding tight onto my ankles. I looked sideways in the mirror. I was entranced at my lips pursed around cockhead, fully disappeared into my mouth along with the top inch or two of shaft. I looked stretched-out, but felt incredibly relaxed. I suckled gently on the sensitive tip, slowly circling the ridges and loose circumcision with my tongue. A steady flow of precum melted onto my tongue like a dripping popsicle.
By breathing through my nose, I stayed down for as long as I wanted. I tried hard to keep my head still, and fought the urge to swallow more and more shaft, because I wanted this to last all night. Stealing sideways glances into the mirror nearly made me burst, and I stopped the ceaseless tongue swirls as I caught my breath. I reseted with my cock disappearing into my mouth. Pulling my hands away from my ankles, and placing them under my thighs, caused my pelvis to push up and out. My dick pressed it’s way another inch into my mouth. I laughed. The muffled vibrations buzzed through my throbbing meat, and tingled the base of my shaft. A hot, wet rope of thick saliva and gooey precum glided down my shaft, and I stared, mystified, as it went towards my balls. I caught it in my palm and rubbed it all over them, testing the weight and gently squeezing them, then my right hand came to my shaft. I sat there, dick resting in my mouth, enjoying the pulse against my tongue, while slowly stroking to stay fully hard. Then with a slurp, I stood up and stretched my arms over my head to touch the ceiling.
It was nearly midnight, but it felt like I had just begun. I realized how thirsty I had become, and gathered change to get a juice from the basement vending machine. I quickly pulled on sweats and a t-shirt, and left the dorm room. It was quiet for a Friday, so most k**s must have been out partying. The lights were off in the basement, so I fumbled for the switch. I got an OJ, and returned to the steps. My stiffy had not deflated one iota, and I lazily rubbed it through my sweats, thinking of completion as it strained against my hip. I opened the door, and was practically naked by the time it shut. I plopped down on the bed, extending my body and stretching. I took a long pull from the OJ, then ran my hands down my lithe, defined body. I left the light on in order to admire my long cock. Wrapping both hands around my shaft, I went back at it. I was really working up a lot of precum, my hands making squelching sounds as they slipped up and down. I didn’t even hear the door open.
“Holy shit dude!” was the first thing that alerted me to the presence of another human.
I was definitely caught red-handed. Naked on top of my bedspread, with a raging 9-inch boner, and hands both very much occupied, there was no way I could escape the situation. “I thought you were at Tasha’s?” I released my cock and stared into the face of my roommate, clearly bleary-eyed and intoxicated.
He threw a hand in front of his face. “She told me I was too drunk to stay.” Sean was wobbling on his feet. He turned away and began removing his coat and hat, tossing them haphazardly on his desk chair. “I see you’re having fun.”
I was paralyzed in the shock of being discovered. “Well, I was trying.” Until you showed up, I was. I would have had a lot of fun.
He was now stripping down to his boxers. “Don’t let me stop you, do it if you got to.” Sean was sporting an obvious bone, it pressed against his button-fly boxers, and there was a small stain at the very apex of the tent. “I have major blue balls, so, yeah.”
“Are you serious? You don’t mind if I continue?”
He collapsed into bed and began struggling with the button on his boxers. “I’m going to…so you can to.” He added with a grunt as he finally mastered the button, and reached his hand inside.
I placed my hand back around my erection, and re-ordered my focus. Looked as though I would never get time alone. I was working my right hand up and down, and massaging my nuts with my left. I glanced over at Sean to see him furiously working his shaft, with his eyes on me. “Like what you see?”
“Damn, Silas, you must have a ten-inch prick. I didn’t realize you were packing.” He said, reaching for his computer.
Thanks for the flattery, but it wasn’t needed. I smiled, remembering Sean’s ruler. “Only a bit over nine,” I stated with a flushing of pride. I noted Sean’s own thick six-and-a-half inch uncut cock. “It’s kind of excessive.”
“I’m sure you’re girlfriend likes it,” he slurred “I can only imagine what I’d do with a dick like that.” He was holding his in one hand and searching for porn on his computer with the other.
“Well, thanks.” I said, stealing a glance across the room. Sean was intently focused on the screen. Sexuality and always been a spectrum to me, so if he got off on masturbating with a friend, I could not judge. I wrapped both hands around my shaft and began to jerk-off as furiously as he was, pounding my long cock in rhythm with the squeaking of bedsprings from across the room. I had never compared my cock with other guys; but I knew I had something big from the way others spoke about theirs. Sean was the first erect, throbbing dick I had seen outside of porn. Throughout the next few minutes I peeked at Sean a few times. “What are you watching?”
He reached down next to his bed for a cable, and plugged it into the computer. “this.” He turned the TV on. An amateur video of a couple fucking in a bedroom filled the screen.
“That’s pretty hot,” I said, and refocused on the TV. Then, I realized Sean was paying more attention to me than the video. He was practically staring at my dick, nearly drooling as I throttled myself up and down.
“You are hung like a fucking horse, bro.”
I laughed. “Don’t know about that, but thanks.” I was seized by an insane idea. If I had not been blowing myself for more than an hour before he walked in, if Sean was not so interested in my dick, I would never have thought it. But, I had been so damn horny for weeks that I floated an idea in his direction. “Do you want to see a neat trick?”
Sean looked away from the screen and at me, his eyes glistening with liquor. “Definitely.” He sat up in bed and turned towards me, his hand still working his fat dick.
“Get ready then.” I rotated around so my legs hung off the bed, and stretched my arms over my head, leaning from side to side. I reached down and grabbed the bed frame. Here goes nothing, I thought. Without any introduction, I bent forward and gave my cock the longest lick yet that semester. I stuck my tongue out and hit the halfway point of shaft, and gave it a wet, lingering stroke to the slit of my dick, where I pursed my lips and sucked a huge dollop of precum out. Immediately, I formed a tight ring and plunged my head down, my thick cock pressing against my cheek, causing it to bulge out. I bobbed my head up and down a few times, to really give Sean the idea of what I was doing, so he could see my dick moving in and out of my mouth. Then, I extracted it with a pop and opened my mouth wide, placing it firmly against my tongue. I moved it back and forth, showing Sean that it really was in my mouth, then started rocking my hips back and forth so I was fucking my own face. Half of my shaft was sliding in and out of my mouth.
“I thought that was fucking impossible!” He said, awestruck.
I gripped the base of my shaft and sucked my way to the top, practically flinging my dick out when I got to the head. “No, It’s very possible.” I looked at Sean, his chin practically on his chest in amazement. I watched him in silence for a moment. He had stopped jerking off, but his dick still throbbed in his hand. “Best feeling in the world.”
He regained his composure. “That was amazing! Can’t believe I just saw that.” Sean shut his computer and jumped unsteadily off the bed.
I leaned down once again and kissed the head of my throbbing, pink cockhead. “You better believe it.” Suddenly, he was next to me, all traces of his usual self-consciousness evaporated.
“I want to see you cum from that,” he said in an almost whisper.
I wasn’t opposed, but this was an entirely new experience for me as well. I had been selfsucking for years, yet no one knew of my talent. No one, besides my girlfriend, even knew what I had between my legs. I just discovered a geyser of exhibitionism within myself I had no awareness of until that moment. I wanted to show off, I needed to. “Enjoy the show, then.” I kicked the desk chair in front of me, so it was facing my crotch and motioned for Sean to sit down. He would look up into my face, being fucked by my own dick. So as he went to the chair, I reached down to re-grip the bed frame, and took my cock in once more. It was hot, even in my mouth, and there was a healthy amount of pre adhered to the tip. I swirled my tongue quickly to coat my shaft and let my spit ooze down. Quickly, four inches of dick filled my mouth and I was in heaven. I slowly moved my head up and down, slurping and sucking as I warmed up. More and more filled my mouth, and it began pressing down into my throat. I started humming. Below me, Sean fapped wildly. I had always been interested in dicks, but this was the first time I had seen another guy’s in action. Something was so arousing, so hedonistic about seeing another turgid cock at work. My humming became high-pitched as my cock entered my throat. This was the first time I realized I had little to no gag reflex, with the tip of my cock slowly easing past my tonsils. I was breathing heavily through my nose. Sean was leaned over, and craning his face up to the base of my cock to get a closer look. “Holy Fuck, this is so sexy.” I winked at him and closed my eyes. It was weird to be staring him in the face while sucking myself off. Besides, I could concentrate on the sensations better with my eyes closed.
I took my hand from the bed frame and began to squeeze and pump my balls. I was close. I could feel my lips spreading further and further apart, and my dick throbbing more strongly. Pre was flowing down my shaft and into my throat in an uninterrupted stream. I breathed very heavily, and sweat dripped from my forehead onto the floor between Sean and I. Then it happened.
I opened my eyes to see Sean leaned back in the chair, moaning, his eyes plastered to the sight of my nine-inch dick disappearing into my mouth. More than anything, his moans did it. Steaming gooey jets emptied into my throat and desperately, I tried to swallow them, the contractions of my throat tightening around my enflamed cock, their rhythms sending me onto a brand new plateau of ecstasy. I pulled out slightly, as hot ropes of jizz splattered my tongue, and streamed from the corners of my mouth. Below, Sean began to cum, soupy white dribbles leaking onto his flat stomach. I watched his body jerk and listened to his sighs as the last of my load made its way down my shaft. With my cockhead still in my mouth, I grabbed my shaft and slowly squeezed the final viscous globs from the tip of my softening cock, and into my mouth. I looked at Sean, and stuck my tongue out, showing him the white pool of juice there. Then I swallowed it.
“I see why you wanted to be alone tonight,” he said, then stood up and clapped me on the shoulder. “Congratulations, man.” He went to the sink.
“We should figure out a system, so you don’t come in and find me doing that.” I thought of what would be discrete enough. “If I ever text you the word popsicle, don’t come back for an hour.”
“You got it buddy,” he said returning to his bed and flicking off the light. Then through the dark, “but I may come running then.”
5 年 前
