My junior year in college was notable mainly for a dry spell where women were concerned. I’d had a girlfriend in freshman year and another one as a sophomore, but while the relationships were intensely sexual for a time they petered out for a lack of interest, mostly on my part. Neither woman could hold up her end of a conversation, and hanging out with them got to be dull.

What all this meant is that except for a few one or two-night stands, my sex life during junior year mostly involved jacking off in my dorm room. I missed the sex with women, of course, but I liked not having the emotional drama that often went with it. Not the most mature point of view, I admit; all I can say is that most of the women I met that year were less mature than I was.

I was lucky in having a dorm room to myself because my roommate had withdrawn about halfway through the first semester and the college bureaucracy never got around to sending me another one. This meant I could lounge around naked a lot, which I grew to love, and could masturbate pretty much whenever the mood struck me. I watched a fair amount of porn, but it was mostly vanilla stuff; I rarely looked at anything more exotic than a video of two kids my age having straight-ahead sex.

Because I was unattached, I met and befriended several new people that year, including a guy named Rick. We were not especially close, but I saw him and his girlfriend around a lot and often ate with them in the cafeteria. Audrey was a knockout, a blue-eyed brunette with curves in all the right places, but I couldn’t warm up to her. She tended to boss Rick around a lot and he often had a hen-pecked look when they were together. He was a much nicer person than she, and I sometimes thought he’d be better off without her. 

Rick himself was a good-looking guy, with an open and friendly face under a thatch of unruly reddish-blond hair. He was slightly taller than I - I’m 5’10” -  and in better shape. He’d been a swimmer in high school and still had that slim-hipped, broad-shouldered look, even though he’d stopped swimming competitively after he graduated.

One Friday night in late winter, the dorm had mostly cleared out for a three-day weekend, and only a handful of people came to the cafeteria for dinner, Rick and Audrey among them. The three of us made plans to meet at a bar a little later, although Audrey said she would have to stop after one drink because she was driving home that night for the weekend. I was surprised she wasn’t dragging Rick along with her.

When I got to the bar, Rick was there alone. Audrey would be about an hour late, he said she had just found out something went wrong with an experiment she was doing in the bio lab and she had to fix it before leaving town. He had a small joint with him, so we smoked it in the alley before going in.

We got a pitcher of beer and sat down to talk. I enjoyed being with Rick. He was smart and funny in a way I hadn’t noticed before, probably because I seldom saw him without Audrey nearby. We emptied the first pitcher quickly and started on a second. Rick seemed to be a little drunker than I was; he evidently had a lower tolerance for alcohol than most people.

We were halfway through the second pitcher, Audrey still hadn’t arrived, when he paused and gave me a slightly embarrassed look. 

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure,” I said, feeling pretty uninhibited myself 

He hesitated a few seconds before saying, “Do you watch porn a lot?”

“Oh, sure,” I said. “You?”

“Yes, a lot,” he said. “When I get a chance to be alone.”

“Audrey keep you pretty busy?”

I didn’t mean sexually, but that’s how Rick took it.

“She’s insatiable,” he blurted out. “She wants to have sex all the time.”

“Most guys would be thrilled with that,” I said. “She’s gorgeous.”

“I know, so everyone tells me,” he said, a trace of bitterness in his voice. “But she only wants one thing: straight-ahead sex, missionary position. She doesn’t need much foreplay, always wants to get right to it, and has no interest in oral sex, giving it or getting it. I don’t think we’ve ever taken more than ten minutes to have sex, start to finish.”

“Huh,” I said, thinking of my sophomore girlfriend, who gave me blow jobs all the time, and my freshman girlfriend, who loved to have long slow fucks while we took turns on top. 

This talk about sex made my dick start to stiffen. I squirmed, hoping Rick wouldn’t see me adjusting myself. But I noticed his hand moving under the table and figured he was doing the same. For some reason, my dick stiffened a little more.

“What sort of porn do you like?” I asked, trying to get him off the subject of Audrey. 

“Oh, different things,” he said, blushing so hard it was noticeable even in the dim light of the bar.

A long pause followed. I was trying to decide whether to ask him what sorts of things when he blurted out a question, “If you could suck yourself, would you?”

I didn’t have to think about that one. “In a heartbeat,” I said. “What guy wouldn’t?”

I was about to make a further joke about it, but the strained look on his face made me pause.

“Well,” he said slowly, not quite looking at me, “since you can’t - “

Before he could finish Audrey burst upon us.

“Jesus Christ that took a long time,” she said, flopping into the booth beside Rick. “Pour me a beer, will you?”

The look on Rick’s face was not one of delight at seeing his beautiful girlfriend, but more like resignation that once again he was under her thumb. 'That is not a happy couple,' I thought. 

Audrey, oblivious to Rick’s mood, chattered away about the idiots who ran the bio lab, about whether she had enough gas to get home, about whether her high school friends would be available to hang out over the long weekend.

Rick listened without speaking, mostly looking into his beer but smiling vaguely at her from time to time.

And me? I sat wondering what he had been about to say when she barged in.

I had a pretty good idea, though. He had been going to say, “Since you can’t suck your own dick, maybe I can do it for you.”

I don’t know why I thought this. I had no suspicion before this moment that Rick might be gay or bi. But something in his manner... Maybe it was the evasive way he answered my question about his porn habits.

Or maybe, as they say, the wish is father to the thought. Maybe I wanted him to come on to me.

Because there’s something I have omitted to tell you so far; that I am not totally unacquainted with other guy’s bodies.

Like many teenage boys, I had done some experimenting, most of it when I was around sixteen, with a guy I’d known since kindergarten. We did some jacking off together, then some jacking off of each other. We were about to move on to blow jobs - which I was keenly interested in trying - when he freaked out and said he didn’t want to do it anymore.

His reaction made me feel ashamed of my urges, and in the years since I’d never touched another guy. But those of you who have had such experiences know it’s hard to get that genie back in the bottle, and despite my shame, I had occasional fantasies of sex with other males.

So when Rick appeared to hint at something along those lines, I naturally picked up on it, and couldn’t help pondering whether it was a possibility. The thought both thrilled and terrified me.

As a result, I had a hard time focusing on what Audrey was saying, although she was being quite pleasant, considering she was doing most of the talking. Half my mind was listening to her, while the other half was trying to decode Rick’s signal - if that’s what it was. 

My dick was really getting stiff now, and I regretted having worn one of my tighter pairs of jeans. I stole a glance at Rick, and he seemed to be squirming a little, too.

Finally, Audrey stood up and said she had to go: long drive home and all that. She gave Rick a peck on the lips, waved at me and flounced out. Rick visibly relaxed. 

“She fills a room, doesn’t she?” He asked.

We laughed, and the tension seemed to dissipate.

Not entirely, though. Rick’s half-asked question hung in the air, although we did not return to the subject of sex.

When the second pitcher of beer was gone I said, “I’ve got some dope in my room. Want to go smoke a bowl?”

Rick brightened immediately. 

“Sure,” he said. “I’ve got a couple of beers in my room. I’ll run by and pick them up.”

Twenty minutes later he knocked on my door. I had had time to tidy the place up a bit and swap my jeans for basketball shorts. Rick was wearing cutoffs and a T-shirt.

“Thought I’d get more comfortable,” he said, blushing a little. 

“Good idea,” I said. “My room is always too hot.”

We opened two beers and I fired up the bowl. We smoked and sipped our beers, enjoying the high, and for a while neither of us said anything. I was just beginning to think the silence was uncomfortable when Rick spoke up.

“I’m sorry I got weird with those questions earlier,” he said.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said. 

He looked down at his beer.

“I guess I’ve just been in a rut, sexually,” he said. “Your mind starts working in strange ways.”

“Don’t I know it,” I said. “But I stopped trying to suck my own dick a long time ago. I’m just not limber enough.”

Rick laughed. “Same here. Last time I thought I’d break my spine.”

“When was that?” I asked.

“Ten minutes ago,” he said. I must have looked startled, because Rick guffawed and said, “Just kidding, man.”

Still, the thought of self-sucking got my dick stirring again. Rick must have had the same feeling, because he gave a furtive tug on his shorts. 

We were quiet again for a few minutes. Finally, I took a big swig of my beer and screwed up my courage enough to say, “Do you want to watch some porn?”

Now it was his turn to look startled, but he recovered quickly.

“Sure,” he said. 

I opened my laptop, set it on my desk and cued up one of my favorite videos: a hot college-age couple swapping oral sex. I fetched the chair from my long-gone roommate’s unused desk and put it next to mine.

I hadn’t consciously meant to, but I’d placed the second chair so that when Rick sat down, he couldn’t avoid bumping his leg against mine. At first, I felt him draw it back, but then he relaxed and let it rest against me. 

In this context - both of us drunk and stoned, amid a discussion of sexual topics - that touch seemed charged with potential. At least I felt that way.

I pressed ‘play’ on the video. We watched, rapt, as the guy ate the girl’s pussy. She was moaning like crazy and twisting her own nipples, and the guy was slowly stroking his cock 

I was getting very hard. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Rick was, too; the bulge in his shorts was obvious. I wondered where, if anywhere, this might go.

Then the guy in the video lay back on the bed, and the girl started licking his cock. 

“Oh, man,” Rick murmured. “That is SO hot.”

“Long time since you had a blow job?”

“Not since I started dating Audrey,” he said.

There was a long silence. I glanced at him, but he was looking fixedly at the screen. 

The sexual tension in the room was getting thicker by the second. I could practically smell it.

On the screen, the couple had changed positions and the girl was vigorously sucking the guy’s cock. He was clearly getting ready to blow his load.

I desperately wanted something to happen with Rick, but I couldn’t make up my mind to make the first move.

Finally, after several agonizing seconds, I decided to go for it. I was just about to put my hand on Rick’s leg when his phone rang.

“Fuck,” he said, reaching into the pocket of his shorts, which had a wet spot the size of a quarter where his dick had been poking at them. “Fuck, it’s Audrey. I have to take it.”

At that moment I hated Audrey with a passion. For the second time that night, she had interrupted us, although I couldn’t for sure say what exactly she had interrupted.

I turned off the sound for the video.

“Hi, babe,” Rick said, just as the guy was shot a thick wad of cum on the girl’s face. I glanced at him again; the look on his face was … what... hungry?

I could hear Audrey babbling on her end of the call, though I couldn’t make out the words. 

“Ok, sure,” he said. Pause. “Ok, yes, I’ll remember.” Pause. “Sure, whatever you want.”

Goddam her, I thought.

Then the devil gave me an idea. I paused the video and switched to another one that I watched only when I was really stoned and horny. 

It started off with two athletic-looking guys lying on a beach in very skimpy swimsuits, so tight you could see the outline of their big dicks. As Rick watched, I skipped ahead to the part where one guy pulled the other guy’s suit off.

Rick gave a little gasp.

Audrey must have asked what was wrong, because he said, “No, I’m fine, something caught in my throat.”

The two guys on the screen were both out of their suits now, rubbing their stiff cocks against each other. I looked at Rick, who looked back at me. Audrey was still chattering away, but most of his attention was on me.

Finally, he said, “Ok, love you, too. Bye,” and hung up.

We looked at each other.

I backed my chair away from the desk, stood up and moved over to the bed. I pulled off my shirt and sat down.

Rick stood up, took off his shirt, hooked his thumbs in his shorts and pulled them down.

His cock sprang into view. It was gorgeous: seven inches long, very thick, sticking up straight as an arrow. As I gazed at it, a bubble of precum appeared on the tip. He was completely shaven.

I lay back and looked up at him. He walked over and sat next to me. 

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I mean, some. Not much.”

I guess it was my turn to babble.

“How about you?” I asked.

“Some,” he said.

He turned so that I had a good view of his cock. He was leaking so much precum that big drops were sliding down the upraised shaft. I reached over and wrapped my hand around it. It was hard and silky soft at the same time, and it felt good - very good - to stroke it. 

A visible shiver went through him. 

“Lift up?” he said.

I raised my hips off the bed and he pulled at my shorts. For a second they caught on the tip of my cock, which made me flinch, but Rick freed them and whisked them off my legs.

My dick was not as long as his but it was a good deal thicker and surrounded by a thick bush of blond hair. I have big balls that roll loosely in the sack, and he seemed captivated by the sight of them. He reached over and cupped them in one hand, and I felt my cock swell a little more

“At the bar, when you asked me about sucking myself, what were you about to say when Audrey interrupted us?”

“I was going to say, ‘Since you can’t do it yourself, can I do it for you?’“

“The answer is yes,” I said.

With that he bent down and in one smooth movement slid my cock into his mouth; I mean the whole thing, right down to the roots. His nose was in my pubic hair, and his tongue was working the underside of my shaft. I damn near came then and there. 

Rick drew back, took a breath, and swallowed me again. Then he started working my pulsing rod, moving his lips up and down the shaft, working me with his tongue, stroking me with one hand when the upward movement gave him room. None of my girlfriends had ever given me a blow job remotely this good.

It couldn’t have been two minutes before I felt that familiar tingling at the root of my cock and my balls started to contract. 

“I’m gonna…”

“Yes, I know,” he said, then swallowed me again. He pushed his nose so deeply into my pubes and I could feel the tip of my cock pressing the back of his throat. 

Seconds later, I came with a bang, shooting what I knew to be an enormous wad of cum deep into his throat. He swallowed that, his throat muscles massaging me, and I shot again, and again and again. The noise I was making sounded to my ears like sobbing.

I’m not sure how long my cock continued to spasm, but it felt like an eternity to me. Rick kept his mouth on me the whole time, milking every last drop from my balls, and then licking me clean.

Finally, I was done. He let go of me and sat up. I just lay there breathing and looking at him.

“That was the best goddam blow I ever had in my life,” I said.

He smiled sheepishly.

“Glad you liked it,” he said. 

“That’s not the first time you did that, is it?” 

“No,” he said. 

“I want to do you, but I’ve never done it before,” I said. “I’ve wanted to, but I never got the chance.”

“You’ll get the hang of it,” he said.

We switched places and I kneeled on the bed next to him. I looked at him from head to toe, and realized for the first time how beautiful the male body can be. I would have liked to admire it longer, but there was work to be done.

Rick’s cock was so hard it stood at a 45-degree angle from his body. A thin stream of precum dangled from the slit. I decided to start there.

I leaned down and brushed the tip of his cock with my tongue, then swirled it around the head. The taste was a little salty, a little musky, and I liked it. I licked more vigorously, focusing on the super-sensitive spot beneath the head, and Rick gasped.

Moving a little further downward, I opened my lips and slipped them over the head. Rick gave a little sigh, and I moved downward, taking more of him into my mouth. The precum must have been flowing freely, because my mouth soon filled with it. I swallowed it, and the extra pulse of suction on his cock made Rick sigh again. 

I moved further down the shaft, being careful to keep my teeth out of the way. I kept my tongue pressed against the underside, and Rick groaned a little. 

I pushed further, and started to gag a little. I backed off, took a breath, relaxed my throat as much as I could, and went down again. This time I got much more of him into my mouth, and I began to feel comfortable with what I was doing.

I backed off again and moved down to lick his balls, taking one and then the other into my mouth.

“Oh, yes,” he said.

Next, I started licking his shaft, starting at the root, just above his balls, and going in long strokes all the way to the tip.

“Oh, man,” he said, chuckling. “You’re doing great.”

I licked him several times, then moved back up and took him back in my mouth, swallowing as much as I could - which was all but a half-inch or so. Good enough for the first time, I thought.

I started moving up and down the shaft, keeping my lips closed tightly around it, working my tongue against the shaft. Soon I could feel him swelling in my mouth, and knew he was about to cum.

“You don’t have to…” he started to say, and put his hand on my shoulder, but I shook it off.

He started moaning then, and I knew he was very close. 

Then it happened. A gush of cum shot into my mouth, sooner than I expected, though I managed not to draw back. A second shot followed, and I realized my mouth was full of semen. I swallowed what I could, but some of it dribbled out of my lips. Shot after shot came, and I struggled to keep up. I must have swallowed four times, and still couldn’t get it all.

Finally, Rick was still. I let him go and looked up at him.

He laughed lightly.

“Wow, that was great,” he said. 

“Thanks.”

“You’ve got cum all around your mouth,” he said. “Move up here.”

I lowered my face close to his. We were close enough to kiss, and I was wondering if I wanted to go there when he put out his tongue and started licking his cum off my cheeks and chin.

When he was done, he looked me in the eyes, and kissed me.

It was brief and tentative, like he was testing me. This was something I had not expected, but I tried kissing him back, and decided I liked it. The third kiss was more intense, and the fourth was passionate and lasted for some time.

Finally, I rolled away and onto my back. For a long time, neither of us said anything. I gazed at the ceiling, trying to understand how I had gotten into this position, lying naked in my bed with another guy, the taste of his cum still on my tongue.

I rolled to my side so I could look at Rick. He lay there with his eyes closed, a blissful look on his face. His cock, still semi-hard, lay against his stomach. 

“I would never have guessed this about you,” I said. “I had this idea that you were totally straight, that you and Audrey fuck all the time.”

“We do fuck all the time,” he said, opening his eyes and looking at me. “But I’ve never been totally straight.”

“Neither have I,” I said, and then told him about my earlier encounters with my friend, which had stopped just short of oral sex. I told him that I’d badly wanted to try it ever since, and I was glad I finally got the chance.

“So am I,” he said, smiling

I had to smile, too. Three hours ago, the idea that I would soon be complimented on my cocksucking skills would have unthinkable. 

“You really seemed to know what you’re doing,” I observed. “Can I ask how come?”

So he told me his story: When he was sixteen, his older sister had invited her boyfriend to come on a weekend camping trip with his family. His parents wouldn’t hear of them sleeping together, so Rick and the boyfriend, who was eighteen, were put in a tent together. 

The first night out his sister and the boyfriend had sneaked out for a long walk in the dark, and the boyfriend came back with a bad case of blue balls - Rick’s sister not being reckless enough to do more than make out in the woods. 

It was a warm night, and Rick was lying atop his sleeping back when the boyfriend - Tom - returned. Rick gave no sign of being awake, so Tom evidently thought it safe to have a quiet wank. He stripped and lay down on his side, facing away from Rick, and started stroking himself. 

This made RIck hard and horny, too, of course, so he slipped a hand in his boxers and started stroking, too. Tom froze, rolled over and looked at Rick, who looked back at him in the dim light from the campfire, and then Rick slipped his boxers off, too. Now they were both naked, and Rick knew something exciting was about to happen. 

Tom slid over, grasped Rick's cock and put Rick’s hand on his own cock. They were both very hard, and Rick remembered Tom having a lot of precum. They stroked each other for a minute, then Tom rolled on top of Rick and started grinding their cocks together, using his precum as lube. They both came almost immediately. 

Tom grabbed a towel, wiped them both off and moved back to his own sleeping bag. He slipped in and went directly to sleep. 

Neither of them had uttered a word the whole time, so Rick said.

Next day, Tom behaved as if nothing had happened. But the next night, when he returned to the tent after another walk in the woods with Rick’s sister, Rick was lying naked atop his sleeping bag, his dick already hard. 

Tom stripped down and they repeated the previous night’s adventure, except that this time Tom kissed his way down Rick’s body and sucked his cock nearly to the point of orgasm. Then they ground their cocks together again until they both came. Again not a word was uttered.

Late the next morning, they all packed up to go home. Tom and Rick’s sister soon broke up, but Tom and Rick keep meeting in secret. The sex got more intense and more adventurous until the boyfriend went off to college a few months later. 

They have not seen each other since, though they talked often on the phone.

“So does that mean you’re bi?” I asked.

“For Tom I was,” he said. “And now for you.”

“I guess I should feel honored,” I said.

“You should,” he said, elbowing me in the side.

“But what made you think I might be interested?”

“Nothing, really,” he said. “That’s why I was so hesitant about coming on to you. Wasn’t sure you’d pick up on it, and if you did, how you would react. I think you’re hot, though, and I decided it was worth the risk.”

Nobody male or female had ever called me “hot” before, at least to my face. I definitely liked it.

“Now that I’ve seen you naked, I know how hot you are, too,” I said. “I’ve always liked the way swimmers looked.”

“Thanks,” he said, smiling, and closed his eyes again.

But Rick’s story about Tom had gotten us both hard again. His dick was Rickding up straight, and mine, equally stiff, was poking him in the side.

I reached over and grasped him again. Rick smiled but didn’t open his eyes. I squeezed his cock gently, and he smiled a little more broadly. 

“Let’s sixty-nine,” he said. 

We were soon lying on our sides with our cocks in each other’s faces. I felt Rick take hold of my cock with his free hand and start licking it all over. I reciprocated. He took me in his mouth, and I reciprocated with that, too. In this position, the angle was better and I could get more of him into my mouth.

His next move surprised me. Somehow he got both arms around me and with a practiced effort rolled onto his back. I was now atop him with his cock deep in my mouth, and mine buried to the hilt in his. He pushed my hips up slightly to give himself some breathing room, and grasping my butt with both hands started moving me in and out of his throat. Oh, I thought, he wants me to fuck his mouth.

So I did, moving in and out with a slow but steady pace. It wasn’t easy to keep focused on his cock while I was doing this, but he didn’t seem to mind; in fact, he encouraged me, working my hips to set the pace of my fucking.

Although we’d both come only minutes before, it didn’t take long for that familiar feeling to start building again. I did my best to keep pace with my mouth. Rick started rocking his hips to help me out. I’m not sure how we managed but soon we were fucking each other’s mouths. 

Rick came first, with a gush of cum smaller than the first time but no less urgent. That set me off, and for a full minute, our mouths became the passive receptacles of each other’s spewing seed. 

Finally, it was over. I let Rick’s dick slip out of my mouth, but he kept my cock in his, swallowing periodically in a way that triggered little spasms of ecstasy.

When the last of these had died away I gently extracted myself from his mouth, got up, turned around and flopped down next to him.

“Jesus Christ,” I said. “That was the wildest thing I have ever done in bed.”

Rick chuckled.

I turned to look at him. We lay there quietly for a while, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Well, now what?” I asked.

“How far do you want to take this?”

A series of images flashed through my mind, some familiar since the adventures with my teenage friend, some new and - now that I had had a taste of what sex with men could be like -  far more daring than before.

“We have the whole weekend ahead of us, right?”

“Yes,” he said. 

“I guess there’s no rush, then. But let’s start with a shower.”

I got up and headed for the bathroom, stopping to pick up my shorts and shirt. When I bent over, Rick whistled and said, “Nice ass.”

For a second it didn’t register what he was implying. Then it did.

“Glad you like it,” I said, and walked into the bathroom.