Freshman year at a midwest college, and I had been living in the dorm with my room mate for about six weeks. I was dating Carla and staying sexually active with her each weekend--she was still a senior in high school and we spent every Sunday fucking in the dorm. Tom, my room mate, was a bit of a muscle builder, although very lean due to his study of martial arts. More than six feet tall, we both spent much of our time walking around the room in gym shorts and not much else--so I got to know and admire his body. Although I was a wrestler, my body was more lanky than muscled. His was like a greyhound. My classes always started promptly at 9 a.m., and on this particular day I went to breakfast at around 8:15--Tom stayed in the room and was under the covers asleep, as I quietly left the room. We had gotten to know each other well over the previous six weeks, and Tom was certainly heterosexual, although he was also "staying true" to his girlfriend who was attending Florida State University. He was holding out until the holidays when he could see her again. I knew he was getting particularly horny, because some of the girls we hung with were trying to bed him, and he was weakening. They wanted him badly--who wouldn't? On the way to breakfast, I remembered a book that I had left on the nightstand in the room. Hoping to sneak back in quietly and not awaken Tom, I cautiously opened the door to the room and entered the shadowy room. I noticed Tom make a quick move under the covers and lay perfectly still on his back. At first I thought maybe he had just turned over and was going back to sleep. Then I realized that I had inadvertently disturbed him as he pleasured himself in the dark, figuring I was gone for the day. The reason I knew that, was the huge spike in the bed covers where his cock was, creating almost a "tent" above his dick. Now I had seen Tom in the shower and knew that he had a majestic cock, about 8-inches and perfectly shaped. Never had seen it hard, but knew that it would be very thick when erect. I am fairly well endowed also, but not quite up to his measurements. I truly admired his cock and body. As I made my way to the desk near the bed (it was a bunk bed, and his was on the floor), I leaned over to pick it up, all the while looking at his face. He had his eyes closed as if he was asleep, but his chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths--I knew I had disturbed him in the middle of an exciting session. Just how close had he been to finishing when I walked in? Feeling awful at this unintentional invasion of privacy, I softly whispered, "Sorry Tom, you awake?". He pretended to be slowly awakening, opened his eyes and asked, "What do you want...what time is it?" I would have gone along with the pretense, except that I could clearly see his right hand under the covers holding his cock at attention--I am sure he thought the room was dark enough that I hadn't seen it. "Tom, I'm sorry I disturbed you with what you were doing--I won't tell anyone." With that he opened his eyes completely and stared right at me: "What the hell do you expect me to do--I haven't seen Marianne in two months now," he began saying almost angrily. "Tom, I understand, don't worry. Let me ask you one thing...is it her you miss or the sex?" Tom lay there for a moment. "She gave the greatest blow job I have ever had. I can almost feel it." "Listen", I asked him, "you know I'm fucking Carla every weekend, so you know I am not queer. But I have to tell you, I have always had a secret desire to go down on a guy one time. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable living with me, but if you have no problem with it, I'd help you with this little problem." Now in the past six weeks I had spotted Tom lifting weights, guzzled beer with him, listened to him relate Marianne stories till early hours and had generally become a close friend. I knew this might jeopardize it all. He thought for a moment, and then looked at me and asked, "this doesn't make me a fag, does it? Truth is, I have always wondered if a guy would give better head than a woman because he knows how a good one feels." I told him gently: "Pull the covers down Tom...if you don't like it you can stop me at any time. Think of this as an oral massage (Tom knew I was studying therapeutic massage in hopes of becoming a chiropractor.) Tom pulled the covers down and I saw that although his cock was erect, it was still in that three-quarter hard stage and had begun to soften over the last few minutes. Still, the head was full and thick like a giant mushroom, and I saw that the tip glistened with a few drops of semen. I dropped to the floor next to the bed and undid my jacket as he pulled the covers all the way of his body. He pulled his hand away from his cock. "No", I said, "keep your hand around your cock..." For the first time I was about to taste a cock. I had once in a while tasted my own come off my fingers and had felt a slight surge of excitement at the saltiness. Now I would taste someone else's. I covered his hand with mine and squeezed, gently pulling towards the tip, my mouth just inches away from it. A huge drop of clear semen appeared at the slit, and began rolling down the tip of his cock. I caught it with my finger and held it there, and then rubbed the tip of his cock all around my lips, smearing the drop of cum along the rims of my lips. I took the head of his cock in between my lips and savored the flavor for a second, letting the cock slide deeper into my mouth. His hand slid back to the base, and then he slowly began to stroke upwards. I could feel the fleshy part of his shaft begin to swell with blood and it began getting hard as a rock. I slowly pumped my head up and down, concentrating on the sensation of my lips sliding tightly up and down his shaft. I tried to keep my lips tight, and tried to avoid snagging him with my teeth. It must have been going well, because I could feel his body start to rhythmically lift towards my mouth with each movement of my head--we were establishing a rhythm together. Each time my head would go down on the shaft, he would lift his hips to meet me. A few times I felt it go so deep I thought I might gag, but in general I found it easy to take most of his cock into my throat. I felt him take his left hand and place it behind my head, pulling it down as he lifted his hips. He began controlling my speed this way, and I let him take control. Soon he began pressing my head down at a quicker pace, and I heightened the speed, as well as tightened my lips around his cock. I noticed that when my lips passed a certain "trigger point" on the base of his cock--about an inch below the tip--he would involuntarily quiver. I knew that spot was sensitive; so each time, I would press my tongue with a lot of pressure as it passed over that area. He moaned and quivered more each time. My right hand rested on the flat portion of his stomach below his navel, and my left hand began holding and squeezing his balls while he stroked his cock with his right hand and guided my head movements with his left. His dick was like a brick, and I heard him politely ask me "Can I come in your mouth now...I'm just about there?" I answered "umm-hmm," to let him know that it was all right, without taking my mouth off that beautiful cock. Then he slowed my head down almost to a crawl, and held it there right at the spot that was a trigger point. I went back and forth no more than a half-inch over that trigger point while he tensed up completely beneath me. The fingers of my left hand still massaged his balls, but I also placed my left thumb above his balls at the base of his cock and lightly pressed into the base. He arched his back a little, and I felt one, two, three pulses at my thumb, and I knew that he was beginning to cum. It didn't happen immediately, but after the third pulse (a very long, hard pulse) I felt the first wave of cum entering my mouth. Then, a huge spurt filled my mouth. It probably wasn't that much, but I had never had cum in my mouth, and it was extremely pasty, difficult to swallow easily. I began gulping while Tom continued to stroke his own cock and held my head in place with his left hand. I immediately flicked my tongue as quickly as I could over his trigger point and I felt him convulse, almost like I was tickling him. I felt another few pulses and then a final heavy pulse, and the remainder of his seed washed into my mouth. I became aware of how hot and thick his cum was, and the flavor wasn't all that bad--a little bitter but exciting as hell. When I finally pulled my mouth from his cock, a long, silky strand of cum stretched between my lips and his cock, hanging there for a second before disconnecting and falling around his shaft. I took my hand and smoothed it around the shaft while drawing the covers slowly back up to cover him up. "Go back to sleep", I said quietly. "You are okay with this, right?" And he just lay back flat on his back and said, "I hope you don't mind helping me out now and then between now and Christmas, do you?" "Won't mind at all, buddy," I said. Not bad for a first time. And I have to admit I don't think of myself as queer, but I was able to suck him off several more times throughout the year whenever he got horny...which was about every Monday.
