Zach worked his cock with a frenzy as I stood before him in awe and disbelief. “I’m gonna bust,” he warned, a blast of cum erupting from his cock and spraying his chiseled body. “Fuck, that felt good,” he exhaled as he looked up and gave me a twisted smile. “You’re next, bro,” he informed me. “I wanna see you shoot.”
I had a very sheltered youth. My parents were strict, religious conservatives. They taught me about sex, but only in terms of procreation, and warned me I would go to hell if I had sex before marriage. I knew about masturbation, only because my dad had told me it was also a sin. Consequently, I was not prepared for college.
Zach was assigned to be my freshman year dorm roommate. With his tattoos and frequent F-bombs dropped throughout his normal speech, he was definitely more worldly than me. Our stark differences became even more apparent one day when I walked in on him naked on his bed, jacking his big cock. I started to close the door to leave, but he stopped me.
“Dude. Don’t leave,” he insisted. “Fuck. If we’re gonna be roommates, you’ve gotta learn to be comfortable with this shit.”
I nodded in embarrassed acquiescence as he proceeded to work his cock. I could tell he liked having me there, that he liked being watched. I was transfixed as I witnessed his cock erupt with a massive load.
“You’re next, bro,” Zach informed me. “I wanna see you fuckin’ shoot that wad.” But I stood there motionless, unable to join him.
“Dude,” Zach scolded. “Come on. I jack with my buds all the time. It’s no big deal.”
And that’s when I told Zach about my sheltered youth and how I’d never even jacked off. Zach was incredulous.
“You don’t believe that shit, do you?” he asked incredulously. “That jacking off is a sin?”
I shook my head. Those were my dad’s beliefs, not mine.
“You want me to teach you?” Zach offered. I gave Zach my answer by stripping down and joining him on his bed.
“Damn, you’ve got a big cock,” Zach noted first off. “You’re big enough to be two-fisted, but we’ll start with the classic one-fist today.”
I stretched back on the bed as Zach got between my legs. “Some guys just dry jack it, but I like a little lube to reduce the friction,” Zach advised. He then spit on my cock, saying, “This will usually do the trick.”
Zach then gripped my cock and began to slowly work it up and down. It felt incredible, unlike anything I could have imagined. “Fuck,” I slowly exhaled.
Zach laughed, knowing that I almost never cuss. “The trick is to find the right grip that works for you,” he instructed. “Too loose, and there’s not enough stimulation. Too tight, and you cut off your circulation.”
Zach then demonstrated a slower and faster pace, and then told me to let him know when I was about to bust. “But how will I know?” I asked naively.
“Believe me, dude, you’ll know,” he laughed. “You’ll definitely know.”
Zach was right. Within a few minutes, I could feel my balls tightening. Pressure was building in my cock, like a geyser about to erupt.
“I think I’m gonna cum,” I warned Zach I was about to bust, my cockhead swelling and releasing a massive shot of cum. The first blast went up my chest, while the next several spurts went airborne and then rained back down upon my cock and Zach’s hand as he milked me dry.
“Fuck,” I moaned once more as my body continued to convulse and release years of pent-up tension. By the time my balls were fully emptied, my cock and Zach’s hand were covered with my cum.
He took a taste of it off the tip of his index finger. “Fucking delicious,” he declared. “You’re still hard,” he noted. “That gives me an idea.”
Zach then reached around behind him and appeared to be working some of my cum into his hole. He straddled me, working the tip of my cock inside him. I couldn’t believe what was happening as he sat all the way down on my cock.
“I might as well teach you everything you need to know,” Zach declared as my cock explored his depths, my head rolling back in ecstasy.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
