Adventures of a Selfsucker Pt.9

Everyone discovered our relationship on New Year’s Eve. We filled the TV room at Ryan’s, counting down seconds to the ball drop, drunkenly shouting “seven…six…five…four…” An alcoholic glint glazed Ben’s eyes. I wrapped my arms tight around his waist, and we looked into each other’s eyes. “Three…two…one…” Of course, the guys stole new year’s kisses from girls around them, but Ben and I made out voraciously. Our beers spilled. After that, our friends became quite encouraging.

The next day, a group of us left for a long ski weekend. We piled into Jimmy’s parents’ Tahoe and headed for the mountains. Nothing happened between Ben and I, except sharing the same bed. Our bone-tired and exhausted bodies collapsed together from the long days on the mountain. He did, however, give me the best back and leg rub of my life that second night at the townhouse. Otherwise, we just cuddled and slept hard those two nights. It was very PG. School would start back up soon.

I returned to the dorm a few days before Sean. My mouth stayed firmly around my dick for most of those days. I woke up, and sucked myself off for an hour, then had breakfast and went to work. First stopping at the usual park to suckle on my head and tease myself, I then returned to the dorm. I arrived, and immediately stripped my clothes and sucked my dick properly. In those two short days I enjoyed at least ten loads from my own cock. I loved having it between my lips, the hard spurting into my throat, and the velveteen slickness on my tongue. I didn’t realize just how under-sexed I was over break, and indulged in two days alone. I only stopped for work or sleep. Ben was still at his parents’, but would return to the dorms soon. Part of me would miss this unending pleasure once the semester started.

Ben lived in a dorm across campus. Fortuitously, he discovered that his roommate had dropped out after the first semester at college, and Ben now had a single room. We could spend every night together. I crammed some clothes and toiletries into my backpack and made the trek, through deep snow, and cold, to his dorm. I knocked, and he answered in a pair of sweats. A heavy glass pendant on a woven hemp chord hung from his neck, resting directly between his nipples. Ben’s body was long and lithe. His waist was probably smaller than the length of his pants, I mused, and he was pretty taught. The grey sweats hung at his hips, where a dusting of hair disappeared under the drawstring. His unapologetic bulge mounded out from his legs. Ben was barefooted. “Well good evening, sexy.” I said pecked his cheek.

We had done nothing but kiss passionately since the night in the hot tub. He pulled me inside, and snuck his hands under my coat by the time the door shut. He slid them up my back. The bright blue parka and grey pack fell to the floor. Our lips were smashed together, making slick wet popping sounds. Ben slid his hands under my shirt and pulled it over my head. We stood in the middle of the room. Ben had already re-arranged. The two desk occupied a corner, and the dressers were stacked. A plasma TV and stereo sat on top of them, facing the two small single beds which he had pushed together into something resembling a king-size. There was a lot of space. His hands explored my abs. “You are so beautiful, Silas.”

I took the pendant and pulled him close, the small rope gently digging into his neck. My hand found its way into his sweats and gripped his firm bubbly ass. “You are.” I pulled him into me, pressing our bulges together. His chubbed-up against mine, elongating and stiffening through his sweats. I wanted him so badly as my hand rubbed, and squeezed his butt. My other hand went to his back, following the gentle curvature of his spine.

He sighed. “Lemme put on some music, get into bed.” He chose down-tempo electronic.

I jumped onto the bed, and leaned against the pillows. He danced towards the bed, hips swaying and his cock gently bouncing in rhythm to the heavy bass. Ben crawled onto the bed, and slowly approached, kissing my abs, licking his way across the expanse of muscle. His tongue flicked my nipples on his way up. I rubbed his short hair, and pulled him towards me. We began kissing and his body slowly relaxed on top of mine. I was cold from the walk, but his body tingled against my chilled flesh. As he inhaled, his chest and stomach pressed into mine. I explored his back with my hands, every inch electric with anticipation. We rolled around in bed for a long time before anything else happened.

I pressed my hand against Ben’s waist, and slid it into his sweats. I found his hard cock and gave it a squeeze, massaging it within a loose grip. He sat up, kneeling across my crotch. Ben’s hand went to my belt buckle, and undid the clasp, button, and zipper in one fell swoop. I held his cock. “Someone’s excited.” I brought him close again.

We spoke into each other’s mouths. Ben crept his hand over my boxer-briefs and along the heap of cock inside. “You are too.” We made out furiously as he pulled my cock above the waistband. He extracted it, and gripped the middle of my shaft, rubbing the skin up and down but not moving his hand along the length of shaft. He lied down next to me. We embraced each other with one arm, and the other worked on a cock. The music bumped in the background.

The very tip of my cock brushed his, and a bit of slick wetness transferred to my cockhead. Ben worked it into my shaft. Our knuckles smacked together, and I let go of Ben’s dick. He opened up his fingers, and a hot wet length of shaft pressed mine. My cock twitched hard as his hand tried in vain at encircling both big boners. Ben had a lot of precum, and his hand slid easily up and down or shafts. I reached down between us and gripped the bottom half of our shafts while Ben held the tops. His tip leaked continuously as it rubbed against the base of my glans. We twisted them together, his wrapped partially around mine. I humped in and out of our grip in time to the music. “Fuck, this feels fantastic.”

“Yeah, I’m leaking a ton.” Slick, squelching sounds issued from between us, we were drenched in goo. Ben gently nibbled my neck, and worked his way down my chest. His cock slipped away as he drew his hands up to my pecs, and ran them down my body as his mouth ventured lower and lower. My torso now shone with a film of precut. “I want to suck you off,” his hands were on my hips, pulling my jeans down. “I’m going to fill my mouth with that tasty-looking dick.”

My pants and boxer-briefs slipped over my ankles. I was only wearing socks. “Ben. It is tasty, I can assure you.”

Ben stood up on the bed and stripped his sweats off, his subtly curved cock sprang forward. He fondled his large, tight balls, and looked down at me. “Just lay back Silas, enjoy this.” He bent straight over and gripped my ankles, running his hands up my legs. His plump ass poked above his back, and I watched it as he came towards my cock. He finally came to my hips, and skated his hand down my v-shaped abdominals. My cock pointed straight up, directly at his lips. He glanced at me, a determined look in his eye. Gently kissing the tip, he took my low-hangers into his hand and plunged down onto my cock. Ben took the first 5 inches easily.

I wanted to bust then and there. I had sucked myself for so long, wanting a mouth adept as my own, and I had found it. He knew the way a huge cock needed to be treated. He sucked his way to the top, and without releasing me, plunged back down. His hand left my balls, and he placed them flat on the bed, practically doing pushups as he started swallowing me in earnest. By the fourth trip down my shaft, he swallowed at least seven inches if not more. “I haven’t gotten a real bj in forever.” My hands found his head, and rubbed his neck and shoulders. My back arched away from the bed and gently pushed more cock into his mouth. His throat was tight around my tip, and his breath heavy on my pubes. The gentle suction around my shaft was heavenly. I wanted this to last, but felt my nuts tightening and boiling. I slowly sat up while Ben forced himself further onto my cock. I kissed his head, then tongued his ear. “Gimme a second I’m already so close.”

With one huge slurp, he sucked all the juice from my cock, and began jerking me fast. “I want to make you cum.”

My hand grasped his throbbing member. “I want to cum too, but not so fast.” I jerked him just as hard. We sat facing and jerking each other hard, our arms around each other’s necks. Our foreheads were pressed together and we both stared down at the sight of the two huge wet, beautiful cocks below us. I leaned forward and kissed his chest, his abs, and pointed his tip towards my mouth. “I want to return the favor anyway.” His hand wound through my long hair and pulled it from my face. I took the tip first. I had only put my own cock in my mouth, this was the first time with another. Ben’s felt different from my own; not as fat, nor as filling, but his cockhead seemed longer in my mouth. My tongue explored the ridges around of his glans, and flicked along the slit. The corresponding sensations I enjoyed did not come. I wanted to have more in my mouth. The familiar anticipation of filling my throat began to take over. I easily sucked him in.

“Oh, damn, you are really good at this…” Ben moaned as I shook my head from side to side, working it further back. His hips gently rocked in the seated position. I stood on all fours, holding the base of his cock in one hand, and furiously pounding mine with the other. I removed my hand and slurped the last few centimeters of Ben into my mouth. I was smashed against his pubes. He smelled spunky. “I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.” I sucked up slow, hard, keeping my lips sealed around his shaft. We released each other and fell back onto the bed, making out hard, exchanging the taste of our cocks. I was on top of Ben, slowly humping him, our cocks gliding past each other.

“That was the first time I sucked another dick.” Our hands roved up and down each other’s long shaft.

“I would not have guessed. That was like, porn status.” He kissed me.

“Well, lots of practice on myself.” I kissed him back.

“Fuck my face, Silas,” Ben whispered. “Feed me your load.”

Still kissing, I brought my knees to either side of his chest. I grabbed the base of my cock and pushed it between our lips. For a brief moment, my sponginess separated us, and I sat up. With the tip of my cock in his mouth, and his tongue swirling slowly around it, Ben eased up onto the pillows. I stood on my knees, and began thrusting. His hands found my round ass and squeezed my cheeks, pulling me further into his mouth. I thrust hard, giving him all nine inches. I leaned forward, bracing against the headboard. I felt my orgasm coming up hard. “Here it comes, Ben,” and I started shooting. My ass clenched in his hands as I unloaded. Three, four, five spurts…I was still cumming, but he hurriedly brought his hand to my lowest ab and pushed against it. My cock popped out and I shot three more voluminous times on his chest. I leaned over and licked it off of him, then brought my lips to his.

He slipped the sweet hefty load into my mouth as we kissed. We made out, passing it back and forth, until jizz coated our lips and filled our mouths. I ended up swallowing it. I fell on top of him, my ass in the air, and cock still hard between us.

“If giving you a blow job is always that hot, sign me up for the duration.”

I laughed. “That was nothing Ben,” my hand went down between us and squeezed his wet, oozing prick. “You still need some attention.”

“Only if you want to get me off.” He ran his sticky hands in my hair. “Will you give me my load?”

I jumped to the bottom of the bed, immediately kissing his cock, and licking it from base to tip. “Of course.” I lapped his fat, tight nuts, and tried to suck them but couldn’t get them into my mouth. I pressed my tongue onto his cock and licked up and down, working towards the tip. I pushed it onto his stomach, and flicked the sensitive underside of his head. He squirmed underneath me. “You like that, huh?”

Ben was moaning nonstop. “Please make me cum, I want to bust so bad,” he pulled my hair. “Shit, I’m going to shoot if you keep doing that.”

I increased the rate of my tongue, and swirled it around his tip. I loved Ben receiving this pleasure. I knew the places to lick and nibble to make him shake. I could make him blow without taking him in my mouth. I pulled his dick up and popped half of his shaft inside, bobbing my head up and down while twirling my tongue. Without warning, hot goo filled my mouth, as Ben grunted. I held his tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue and the load around his cockhead. I pulled off, and went back to Ben’s face.

“Give it to me,” he said, opening his mouth wide.

I pursed my lips and the thick white cum fell out in a long, thick rope. It coated his tongue and filled his mouth. “Eat your jizz, that’s so hot.”

He swallowed it, and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “Fuck, that was so sexy.” He pecked my lips. “So fucking sexy.”

I fell down on the bed next to him, exhausted and spent. I closed my eyes. “I think I love giving head.”

“You’re a genius at it, embrace the skill.” Ben yawned, and stretched his hands over his head. “Let’s go to the showers, maybe order some food.” He climbed down from the bed, and stretched again.

I smacked his ass hard. “We can both fit in the stall?”

“I wasn’t suggesting that, but if you want we can.” He picked up his phone, and ordered a pizza, delaying it for an hour-and-a-half.

We wrapped towels around our waists, and gathered supplies.

No one was in the bathroom, and I followed Ben into the stall at the end. We hung our towels and went into the shower. Both of us being over 6-foot, it was a little tight, but we made it work. I lathered up my hair while Ben washed his body. Suds covered him as he washed his ass. He got in all the cracks. Ben washed my body as I rinsed my hair. He cupped my package in both hands and tossed it gently around. “Need to clean up for round two.” We washed all the drying jizz off.

We stood under the hot falling water, rinsing and gently kissing. When we were completely rinsed off, we wrapped the towels back around ourselves and returned to Ben’s room. I felt my dick stir as Ben stripped, his ass was almost like a teenage girl’s. How had I not noticed before?

“Hope you brought condoms, I don’t have any magnums just laying around.” Ben laughed. “At least no XL’s.”

I went to my backpack, and stroked my cock to full attention, I pulled out a box of condoms. “You’re in luck.”

Ben lay on the bed on his stomach, the curve of his ass inviting my entry. “Come put that big fuck-pole in me.” He reached into the bedside table, and pulled out a bottle of lube which he squirted onto his fingers. He brought his hand to his ass, and started fingering his hole while I pulled the condom on.

I stroked and walked to the bed. “I’ve never done this Ben, how does it work?”

“Just like sex, how do you think it works?”

“I mean, what position is best?” I was kneeling on the bed now, ready to slide into Ben’s wet, lubed hole.

“I’m going to stay like this, and you can go on top.” He spread his legs.

I put the tip of my cock up against his pucker, and holding the base, pushed into him. It was tough going, and was much tighter than I could have hoped for. Ben sighed under me as the tip of my cock squeezed in. He spread his legs even wider, and reached back to spread his cheeks. I got a little further in, his ass gripping my cock hard. He handed me the lube, and I spurted some onto the top of my shaft. It helped, and soon I slid slowly in and out of him, not my entire shaft, but plenty. I bent over and kissed his shoulder. Ben moaned below me, and was humping the bed. With every stroke I took, his cheeks squeezed around the base of my cock. I had not been prepared for how tight his asshole would be.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned out. “You’re big as my dildo.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I stopped thrusting and flexed my cock inside of him. A few sympathetic squeezes engulfed my shaft, and I nearly shot.

“Oooohh no, it feels great, Silas, keep going, please.”

I placed my hands at each side of his shoulders, and really fucked him. With every thrust I dug deeper into his hole, his ass squishing against my pubic bone, and drawing me deeper. He almost screamed. He was tighter than Julia by far, squeezing my cock hard.

“Pound my ass,” he came up onto all fours.

I grabbed Ben’s hips, and pulled his plump butt towards me. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” I thrust hard, over and over, wanting every inch of my cock in him. Sweat dripped from my forehead and splattered his back. I reached under his stomach and found his jumping cock, bouncing to and fro with my quick motions. I jacked him with every thrust.

“I’m going to cum again…” he moaned loudly. “You’re so fat inside me.”

“I wanna see you gush, Ben.” I stroked him fast, and quickly there were spasms around my shaft, hard and tight contractions as my hand became coated in goo. I pushed all the way in, and drew out, then with one titanic thrust forward, my balls released. “Holy shit….”

We were both groaning, sighing and dripping in sweat. I stroked in and out of Ben’s lubed up hole a few times, and collapsed on top of him.

“Fuck, dude. Fuck me.” Ben was nearly crying as I pulled out. He dropped onto the bed, his whole body limp and loose. “I think you ripped me a new one.” He felt his still intact buttonhole.

I hopped out of bed and pulled the full condom off my cock with a kleenex, whipping my shaft clean. “I hope not, because I want to go again, that was really hot.”

“I’m just glad I’ve been playing with a nine-inch dildo.” He was curled on the bed, a smile dancing across his face. “Otherwise it would never have worked. You filled me up just right.” There was a knock on the door. “you have to get the pizza, I can barely move.”

I jumped into Ben’s sweats and went to the door, paying for the food. We stayed in bed the rest of the night, falling asleep together with an entire semester of bliss ahead of us.