(This story is a continuation of Strange Emails and Sam is about to finish the story concerning his college bud Eric. As always, this story is a figment of my imagination/desire. I'd long for bj bud like the guys in my story. These characters are fictional and have no basis in fact or in my life or the life of anyone I know.I hope you enjoy it and please leave helpful feedback.)
After a couple of minutes, Sam rolled over and pulled a pillow under his head. "Now, you ready for the rest of my story? You want the long version or the condensed one?" he asked.
"I'll take the condensed version. I guess I'd like to write some more of our own story, if you are up to it," I replied.
"You bet I am," Sam said eagerly. "Okay, here's the short version. Eric came over to me and found the pussy juice he was hoping to find. He got down on his knees right there and gave me the best head I'd ever had, up to that point. It wasn't just him going up and down on my dick, that's something even an amateur could do. No way! He gave me head like he really enjoyed it...let me rephrase that: he seemed to absolutely love my cock, my nuts, my bush, my foreskin, everything. He moaned like he was the one that was going to cum. Of course, that turned me on big time. Hell, man, you know it's like to have somebody really want your cock, it's a huge turn on."
I reached over and pinched his nipple kind of hard and said, "Like a few minutes ago, you mean? Your moaning turned me on all right."
Sam reached over to me and yanked the hair on my leg, causing me to yip out loud. He said, "Actually, I was thinking of how bad you wanted my cock, Eric boy. Anyway, the rest of the story goes like this: he blew me right fine that morning, sucked all my cum down his throat, then stood up and pounded his meat for a couple of minutes until he shot all over my stomach and dick and everything. Then without skipping a beat, he went right down and licked everything off. That was cool, I don't mind telling you. By this time we had classes to get to, so he just thanked me real quick and I headed back to my room."
"Any brothers see you leaving his room?" I asked.
"In fact, one did. It was funny. He saw me coming out of Eric's room with the towel around my waist, could see my hair almost dry by then, quickly put two and two together, just kind of chuckled and shook his head and kept right on going. It didn't really seem to bother him. After all, frat houses are meant for sex and there is not too much shame among guys anymore, probably not like it used to be," he said.
"Okay, so what happened from there? I'm guessing there's more to the story," I said.
Sam nodded and said, "Sure is. Couple days later, we're in the shower and Eric gives me the look. He's hanging on his pecker and looks right at me and licks his lips. I grin and nod and next thing I know, he's following me to my room. We go in and I lock the door and he says to me, 'You ever taste your own cum?' I said, 'Sure, once, a long time ago when I was a puberty boy. Gotta try everything then, right?' 'I 'spose,' he says. 'How about if you shoot on me and then lick it off? You be willing to try that? It would turn me on a whole lot,' he says.