It was the first day of Community College -- a freshman, which was an exciting transition from high school. A College Boy! Now I was in the big league...
By this point in my life, I had developed a fairly well-known reputation among a relatively small group of my friends. I liked giving my cute straight friends blowjobs, and I had been told by several that the talk was, "Austin has a soft touch."
I first noticed my soon-to-be friend, Cooper in the cafeteria during lunch, and then saw that he was in one of my math classes.
Cooper was really a lean, tall, boy with long blond hair, which he parted in the middle, beautiful blue eyes, a cute ski slope button nose with small circular nostrils, a smile that made me melt, and a super cute butt. Looking at him caused my heart to pound. I made sure that Cooper and I became friends very quickly.
Cooper had previously attended parochial schools, so there was a certain innocence about him that I really admired and found attractive. Our conversation and shared laughter were effortless. Cooper was bright, articulate, and we quickly became close friends.
Fairly early on, Cooper began stopping over almost every day after school. We would talk, listen to music, and usually smoke pot. Physically, I absolutely drooled over Cooper, but never let on that I had any interest like that in him. Looking back, he certainly had to have caught me staring at him, his crotch, and just undressing him with my eyes.
It was Christmas Break and I asked Cooper if he wanted to do a sleepover. We both still lived with our parents.
Cooper pretty much immediately said that he did want to sleep over, and would ask his parents. I thought, 'We're eighteen. You still have to ask your parents?'
After the requisite telephone call between his Mom and my Mom, it was set. Cooper was going to spend the following Saturday overnight.
Come Saturday evening, as usual, we got high as kites. I had a good amount of privacy occupying the attic of my parent's house, which was converted into a bedroom and a seating area. Cooper and I had spent many afternoons and weekends listening to music and getting high up there.
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From meeting Cooper's parents, and knowing a little about the regiment of his parochial schooling, I think even masturbation was considered taboo. So, even if I did make a move on him, I hoped he wouldn't get mad at me.
Like all young guys, we had some conversations about sex, and his need to find a girl to lose his virginity. As hot as Cooper was, I was surprised he hadn't had massive amounts of sex. He was a little shy though. He did find one of the cute college girls who was fairly promiscuous.
There was a small store located within walking distance of our community college, which was frequently well attended by those of us who needed a place to grab a snack, have a smoke, or find some pot.
I distinctly remember Cooper showing up at the store one afternoon, sitting down, and showing me a spot on his jacket.
Cooper pointed to the spot and said in a drawn-out tone, "Speeeewww," meaning the spot was his cum. He scored with that girl and apparently felt the desire to show me the evidence.
I asked, "Is that your cum?"
Cooper just answered with a big smile, "Mmmm Hmmm."
I thought that was hot. I distinctly remember thinking how much I wanted to lick that spot off of his jacket.
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On our first sleepover, by ten o'clock, we were both really high, and each laying in the separate twin beds that were separated by just a nightstand.
I had watched as Cooper struggled to get himself undressed and under the covers of his bed.
Cooper had stripped down to nothing but his white briefs. That was the first time I got a good look at Cooper's package, and it looked awesome.
His legs were covered with what looked like soft light brown fur. His underarms had nice full bushes of his soft pubic hair. His body was amazingly trim, slender, v-shaped, lean, and toned.
Cooper was an absolute Adonis. I absolutely worshiped his sexiness. We were both eighteen.
After laying down for five minutes or so, I sat on the edge of my bed, just a foot or two from Cooper's bed. I just sat and watched him. I knew I wanted him -- I absolutely craved him, but I wasn't sure how to go about coming on to him.
After probably ten minutes of sitting on the edge of my bed, I got up and scooted over the foot or so, and sat on the edge of Cooper's bed.
I doubt that Cooper was asleep, and he likely felt me taking a seat on his bed, but there didn't seem to be any objection.
After a few minutes, I gently pulled the covers down on Cooper, well below his waist, roughly to his knees. Fairly quickly, Cooper reached down and pulled them back up.
After seeing his beautiful body and his full crotch again, I just could not resist. I pulled the covers back again, but this time more obviously deliberate.
Within a few seconds, my hand was on Cooper's crotch, slowly rubbing up and down. I could feel that his penis was hanging down on his scrotum.
I really don't know if Cooper had possibly heard any of the rumors about me.
But within five seconds, I heard Cooper quietly say, "Ahhh, how fantastic! I get so horny when I'm high."
I was a little surprised, but also very happy that Cooper was pretty much giving me permission to continue rubbing his soft young genitals.
I gently began pulling down Cooper's underpants, and he lifted up allowing them to slide off.
Cooper was now lying totally naked, his limp and soft penis hanging down on his scrotum. I began rubbing Cooper's penis and his balls. He just lay there with no objection or resistance at all.
After a minute or so, I took Cooper's growing penis in my hand and began to stroke it up and down.
Cooper spoke up and quietly asked, "Is it getting hard?"
Indeed, Cooper was getting an erection from my gentle rubbing.
I just answered, "Yeah, it's getting there."
As Cooper's penis hardened in my hand, I could see it had a distinctive downward curve.
Cooper's penis was around seven inches long, and about average girth. The head was plump, and the shaft exposed more and more veins as Cooper's young cock became erect.
I was infatuated with Cooper. I think from the time we had spent together, and as much as I really liked being around him, combined with the unmistakable sexual attraction I had to him, I was probably falling in love with him. But, I also knew he liked girls, and that he was likely totally straight.
