I'd never seen a real one. Certainly not up close. I'd thought about it but not in 15 years. My sophomore year in college I got stuck with a new roommate when my friend Ed dropped out of school unexpectedly over the summer.
Terry was an okay guy. He was nice, well manners and extremely neat but we literally had nothing in common. He was an Art major with a minor in theater. I was a Business major with a minor in Economics. He played fantasy games like dungeons and dragons for fun in High School. I played Varsity Hockey, Baseball and Football for my high school teams. He liked guys and I was a total pussy hound.
Terry was a good looking guy and many of the girls I brought back to my room told me once they met him that he was hot. Of course I wasn't threatened because I knew he was gay. He wasn't open about it but it was pretty obvious. He was slightly effeminate and his only female friends were the chubby drama queens and fag hags in the theater department.
On more than one occasion I caught him staring at the bulge in my briefs when I was getting dressed and it came as no surprise when he made a drunken pass at me toward the end of the spring semester. I laughed off his advance and climbed into bed. He did the same thing and in the darkness I could hear the unmistakable sounds of him masturbating under the covers.
It was strangely exciting to listen to his self pleasure and my dick stiffened as my roommate jerked his dick ten feet away. I silently joined him and stroked my dick until I came on my sheets. After I came I felt guilty and ashamed but that night I had an extremely vivid sex dream about Terry.
The following night I was the one who had too much to drink. I staggered into my dorm room after an unsuccessful night of chasing girls. I was drunk and horny.
"I'll suck your cock," Terry whispered as I pulled my shirt up over my head. I laughed nervously and tried to pretend that I hadn't heard him as I tossed my jeans onto the back of the chair in the corner of the room.
"You don't have to do anything to me," he continued as he stepped closer and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my black Calvin Klein briefs.
A shiver went through my body as his fingers grazed the soft bare skin of my hips. I glanced at the door to make sure it was locked and then watched him fall to his knees in front of me. My cock was hard and I groaned softly as Terry wrapped his lips around it.
Terry played with my balls as his hot wet mouth engulfed my stiff rod. He looked up at me seeking approval but I looked away in shame. I was willing to accept his offer but my upbringing had taught me it was wrong and I was embarrassed.
I closed my eyes tight as my roommate sucked my dick better than it had ever been sucked before. I came fast and hard and he swallowed it all as he moaned around my wet spitting cock.
"Do you want to try?" Terry asked hopefully as he stood up and rubbed his hard dick through his shorts.
"I can't," I told him as I climbed naked into bed but the truth was that I wanted to try.
"Okay," he said softly as he wiped the evidence of my climax from the corner of his mouth and climbed into bed.
I listened to him stroke his hard dick in the dark room and I wondered in drunken clarity if I should offer to help. Should I crawl across the room and slip under the covers. Should I push his hand aside and lick his cock. What would it feel like? What would it taste like? I heard him groan as he came.
The next morning I pretended that I was too drunk to remember anything from the previous night but Terry knew it was a lie. I suspected he knew that he had awoken a curiosity in me.
We never spoke about that night but it remained my secret memory. Form a long time I was curious about what it would feel like to have a hard throbbing cock in my mouth. My curiosity subsided over time and remained dormant until I met Tina.
Tina was a freak. She loved to fuck and suck and there was nothing that she wouldn't try. We met the year after my divorce. I was damaged goods. I was drinking too much and chasing women like I was back in college.
Tina was a sexy brunette with several tattoos and a pretty smile. She has a short compact body with big natural C cup tits, an improbably flat stomach, wide hips and perfect thick shapely legs. She wore her hair long and straight and she told me the night we met that she loved to have her hair pulled.
We fucked that night and we became good friends thereafter but we were never serious or exclusive. We were fuck buddies and we could tell each other anything.
One night we were lying in her bed after a marathon round of hot sweaty sex, drugs and porno. Tina had just finished a joint and I was halfway through my sixth or seventh beer.
"What's your biggest fantasy," she asked as she tried to coax my spent cock back to life.
"I'd like to do two girls again. I had a threesome with my ex but she just laid there like a dead fish and refused to do anything to the other girl. Plus she got jealous when I fucked the other girl. The other girl, her name was Jenna I think, was fat but a really good fuck even though she was more into my ex than me," I replied.
"Two girls huh," Tina laughed, "I've don that. Well I mean me and another chick with a guy. Actually, I've done two chicks too."
"Christ," I said loudly, "what haven't you done?"
"Not much. I would really like the opposite of what you want. A threesome with two guys but," she paused, "I want to watch them go at it. I've had two guys before but they were afraid to so much as touch each other."
"You know what," I mused as Tina looked at me intently. "In college I got a blowjob by my gay roommate."
"Holy shit that's so fucking hot," Tina said excitedly. "I love guy/guy shit probably as much as you dig lesbo stuff."
"I have never told anyone about that," I confessed. I described Terry and told Tina about my one drunken bisexual experience as she alternately stroked my dick and rubber her overheated pussy.
"Would you do it again? She asked as she stroked my revived dick.
