For those of you who has ever been caught masturbating, you will appreciate this story.
For those of you who have ever been caught masturbating, you will appreciate this story.
I had just turned 18, in my first year of college at a very conservative school. I had been given permission to live off campus, my goal being to save money by sharing with a roommate. The house was small, two bedrooms, one bath, very reasonable priced. All I had to do was find a roommate that could pay his portion of the rent. I put up a notice in the student lounge that day after signing the lease and within hours had several responses. I decided to do interviews that Friday after class, each interview 30 mins apart, a total of 3 hours, having 6 applicants. The interviews all went well and I informed Nils, the last guy interviewed, that I was going to have a hard time choosing as everyone seemed trustworthy and all seemed like they would be easy to live with. Nils asked if he increased his rent portion by $100 a month, and he would pay 3 months in advance, would I choose him? He really wanted to get off campus, having spent his first year on site. He said he would get the cash from the bank before closing so he could start moving in that night. I, of course, accepted his offer. True to his word, he bought the cash over, started and finished moving in that night. The next morning I got up around 9am and found Nils in the kitchen drinking coffee in his boxers.
Nils was 100% Swedish, blonde, green eyes, smooth skin, athletic, handsome 21 years old. We made small talk, then he got up to take a shower. I admired his body, but was careful not to look too much. I heard him finish his shower and he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His wet skin accentuated his muscles, again I tried not to look. The following months we got to know each other better and I found him pleasant enough, but he seemed cautious around me, coming across as a very macho straight type of guy. I felt he suspected that I might be gay as he was always talking about his girlfriend and how he loved to fuck her. I went along with his banter of sexual escapades detailing explicit intercourse between the two, but I guess I came across as unsure of the specifics of intercourse he described. He once asked me a question about a woman's g-spot, the manner in which I used it to get a woman off. I screwed up my answer badly, showing I had no idea where it was or any other thing about it. After that he knew I was a virgin and probably gay. I was upset that I did not know the answers to his questions and worried what might happen if he found out I was gay. I was never tormented in high-school, but my good friend was and I did not want to go through the hell he experienced. He would tell me what the jocks routinely did to him and I was so scared I might be the target of that same cruelty if they even thought we were friends. I was ashamed I did not stand up for him, but he seemed to understand what the cost would be for me and let me off the hook for my cowardly inactions. Not knowing the answer to Nil's question, it was now his mission to teach me about the specifics of how to fuck a woman, showing me porn magazines and videos on techniques. I went along with his "tutoring", thinking since he knew I was a virgin, perhaps he would not question the gay portion of my secrets. Hearing him masturbate in his room, would always get me horny and I would masturbate thinking how he fucked. He was usually loud enough with his stroking, groans and his climax, that I did not need to imagine too much.
Around Thanksgiving he told me he would be spending the weekend with his girlfriend on a ski trip. I had decided to stay home, due to finances and go home for Christmas. I would have five days by myself to do as I wish. I was looking forward to my time alone. That Thanksgiving week, Nils confided in me he was not going to masturbate until the trip, to make the sex with his girlfriend that much more intense, he really wanted to make the sex amazing. The third day, Tuesday, of not masturbating, Nils was becoming edgy and irritable. I half jokingly told him perhaps he should jack off to help his disposition. He apologized for being an ass and said he would do better. He expressed that he was just so horny, but he only had one day left before he would be able to fuck his brains out and his girlfriend's. He said he had never even gone one day without cumming, sometimes releasing his stress 2 to 3 times in a day. Wednesday evening came and Nils and his girlfriend departed for their ski adventure. Finally, after 2 months I had the house to myself and I had planned my own agenda. I, like Nils, had also refrained from jacking off, but I had gone 5 days, with the exception of a wet dream 2 nights before. I was climbing the walls, I was so horny. I went downtown to the video store and visited the adult section. This would be my first time at watching actual porn. Last year my dad gave me an "educational" video showing a married couple demonstrating the different positions of intercourse. Although explicit, it was not gay and I never got the opportunity at home to watch anything gay and couldn't wait till I was on my own to experience gay porn, I was excited. There were other guys that I recognized from school and I waited till they had left to look at the gay section. Being that I was attending a conservative college, I was very careful of not letting anyone finding out that I preferred men. I did not want to risk any ridicule or perhaps even worse, even though I was living in a large city and the chances of that happening compared to my home town were much less. There was a Thanksgiving special at the video store for students, 5 dvds for $10 through Sunday night. I chose 5 and nervously went to the checkout counter, where another guy I had seen around school checked my order out, saying nothing, just looking over the dvds, stating one of the dvds seemed to be popular. I made a comment that I was glad I chose it then, paid and hurriedly got out of the store. I quickly walked home, anxious to start my night. I entered my house, got some water to drink, lube, a cum towel, closed the shades so no one could glance in going by, turned the heat up since I was going to be totally naked, put the DVD in, and stripped out of my clothes. It was now almost 10pm and I planned to make a long night of it, lubing up, edging myself to almost the point of cumming, then stopping to regain my composure. Edging myself caused me to leak a large quantity of precum that, with the combination of the lube, gave an amazing slide in stroking my shaft. I had put a bath towel on the sofa, as I didn't want to leave any evidence for Nils that I had been masturbating in the living room. By now my penis was rock hard and my balls and pubic hairs were coated with the combination of my precum and the lube. Everytime I stroked up, about a dime's size of precum would escape my slit, it was unbelievable how much precum I was producing and I knew my ejaculation would be four to five feet in distance if I didn't shield it with the cum towel. My ropes would be at least a dozen forceful ejaculates making my eyes roll back and my whole body convulse in ecstacy, making my breathing labored, my heartbeat race. Around the age of 16, I had my first physical exam and knowing everything would be confidential, I asked the doctor if it was normal I ejaculated so much when I came. He asked me how much I was talking about and I told him the day before coming to see him I had shot 12 ropes. He questioned the number, not truly believing me, as I saw the disbelief in his eyes and facial expression. I reiterated it was 12, then told him sometimes I would just keep stroking and would cum again almost instantly. He said that would indicate perhaps a condition called hyperspermia, but it would really depend on the amount that was ejaculated, not the number of ejaculations themselves. He asked if I had masturbated that day, which I replied "No". He then told me if I wanted to find out for sure I could masturbate into a sample cup, which he would then measure the amount and analyze for various clues including PH and sperm strength. He stated if that was an option I wanted to do, he would leave the room and give me some privacy to masturbate in the cup. I agreed, he left, pausing to ask how long I thought I needed. I said 5 minutes, he then left, I took off the gown and started masturbating. I was really turned on about the idea of jacking off in the doctor's office and was edging myself as I wanted to shoot a big load and show him I was not exaggerating. I guess I took longer than 5 minutes. At my "point of no return", I heard the doc knock on the door, tried to answer, but I was concentrating on getting all of my load into what seemed like too little of a sample cup and was in the middle of my orgasm, making it hard to do anything else. The doctor entered, paused, as he saw what was happening, then made the decision to just stay and sat down on his stool with his back towards me. I finished shortly afterward, but was so turned on, I kept stroking and in about 10 seconds was shooting again. My labored breathing told the doctor I was experiencing my orgasm. After my second round, I stated I was done, put the cap on the cup which I took note that it contained around 12ml of seminal fluid, which looked like quite a bit. The doctor turned around, apologized for entering before I had finished, but said he had waited around 15 minutes and since he could see I was near the end, he might as well wait, as we couldn't ring that bell over again and not pretend he didn't see me. I immediately got flushed with embarrassment and he told me not to think anything about it. I handed him the cup, he looked at the amount and stated "impressive" with a little smile. I was putting the gown back on, when he told me to just leave it off as he needed to check my genitalia. He handed me a tissue and told me to wipe the semen that was still leaking out of the slit. He then stated he needed to check my penis and testes for swelling or any pain. He told me to lay on the table, put my hands behind my head and try to relax. He put gloves on and started to check my groin area. He first took my penis and squeezed it gently from the base to the head, asking if I felt any pain or irritation along the way. He squeezed the various sides of the entire shaft. I told him it felt sensitive on the head and he stated that was normal to feel super sensitive around the head after climaxing so soon. He then started checking each nut, gently rolling them between his thumb and fingers, lifting up the shaft while examing them. I then started to get hard again, the doctor continuing the exam, asking again if I felt any pain or discomfort. I replied no, but apologized for my hardon, to which he tried to make light of and said it was perfect timing as he could check for any pain or discomfort during erection. He again checked for any pain or discomfort, not finding any, he gave me another tissue and said I could wipe and get dressed. Again, I was embarrassed by my precum which had probably gotten on the doc's gloves. He then stated they would do the necessary tests and would get back to me in a few days. He stated that I probably had a much stronger sex drive than most young men my age, but probably nothing to be concerned about. He jokingly said that I should enjoy my copious amount of ejaculate, as he was sure that with age it would gradually decreased. The tests came back with no alarm bells and I became more at ease with my ejaculate amounts.
After the first DVD was done, I got up to change to a new DVD, then the third one. I noticed it was around 12:30am. The third DVD was of straight men getting serviced orally, ultimately having their loads swallowed by the guy doing the sucking. This had always been a fantasy of mine and I settled back to make this video the one I would cum to. I was really turned on by this video and the precum was heavier than it had been earlier. I started to feel the tingle in my balls and would time my climax when the guy was shooting in the mouth of the swallower. With my shaft, balls and pubes soaked in precum, I started corkscrewing my penis, feeling ecstasy. I was watching the video and knew the straight guy was about to pop his load down the guy's throat, which is when I would pop my load, which was going to feel out of this world. I had been waiting months for this.
Then I heard Nil's voice, asking me what the fuck I was doing. I jumped up, my cock bobbing up and down, flinging precum over the living room area. I grapped the bath towel to cover up, but couldn't hid my erection. I was covered in sweat and so embarrassed, realizing I couldn't deny any longer that I was gay. Nil just stared at me, looking at the video of the guy getting a blowjob to completion, then looking at me. My heart was racing, stomach turning, I started trembling, wondering what Nils would do. I started to have a panic attack, asking Nils to please, please not tell anyone, I would do anything, just tell me what he wanted. I offered one month's free rent, I could reduce the rent amount to the original offer, anything, just please don't tell anyone.
There was a uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, Nils just watching the ongoing video, not speaking. Breaking the silence, he told me to rewind the video to the beginning. He turned off all the lights, so the only light came from the TV. Nils started taking off his jacket, then his shoes, continuing until he was shirtless. I was perplexed, didn't know exactly what was happening. Then he explained.... Nils had a alternative path for his silence. He told me he was not able to have the sex he had been saving for, having gotten into a fight with his girlfriend, therefore I would service him like in the video, blowing him to completion and swallowing his load. If I accepted his offer, no one would ever know my secret, if not, I could take my chances whether he would tell anyone. Felt I really did not have a choice....
Nils stripped down to his underware, sat on the couch, told me we would mimic the video, he would be the guy receiving and I would be the guy servicing him. Nils said to follow the scenes being shown on the DVD, I had never "serviced" a guy before, let alone blow anyone. My mouth was a virgin, Nils would be the first to use it. Nils settled on the couch, underware still on, putting his hands behind his head, viewing the video, watching me. I could see what was happening on the video while facing him, as there was a large mirror hanging on the wall in back of the couch. I started mimicking the guy doing the servicing, licking Nils nipples, then his pits. Really never paid much attention to how hairy he was under the arms, as he was so smooth everywhere else. I was thankful he didn't have much deodorant on, being able to avoid that taste in my mouth. The video spent about 10 minutes licking his pits out, changing sides every few minutes. By the time I was done, I would know in the future what Nil's scent was and I would now be aware of it whenever he walked into a room. Next I traveled down his stomach, kissing it as I went down his very faint treasure trail of blonde hairs. Then I started kissing his underware and licking them. Nils was very hard and I tasted my first precum where he was leaking through his shorts. Tasted salty, but not bad, then I pulled his shorts off seeing for the first time his penis. It was a good size, uncircumcised, estimating around 8 inches, girth was a very big, estimating around 5-6 inches, shaped like a banana, which I would be thankful for in a few minutes as the natural bend would allow for an easier penetration following the bend going from my mouth down my throat. He had a huge dirty blond bush, going hip to hip, but very little hairs on his balls. With his hands still behind his head, Nils had his eyes closed and made his first groan as I licked the length of his shaft, precum coming out of the hood of his slit. I pulled back his foreskin and more precum spilled down his shaft. He then told me I didn't have to follow the video any longer, but he wanted me to service him a long time, making it last, stopping when he would inform me that he felt he might be getting close and then starting again. I serviced him for about 90 mins, getting better at my fellatio skills. My mouth and throat had his precum coating them and I was now getting use to his length going down my throat. I was corkscrewing his shaft like in the video and with each downward bob of my head, I felt his pubes in my nostrils. Nils was moaning and telling me my mouth was better than pussy. He then told me he was ready to cum and to keep doing the exact same motions I was doing right then- corkscrewing with my hand and taking his entire length down my throat. I put some lube on his shaft just to make things easier, than started the motions of sucking him off as he wanted. The motions were smooth and his cock was very slick and soon Nils was breathing very heavy and throwing his head back and forth, his legs starting to tremble. He grabbed the sofa and I felt his first ejaculation hit my throat, as he shouted "fuck, shit", groaning, body trembling, his stomach muscles tensing. I continued the motions, but he couldn't take it, was too much. He pushed my head down to his crotch where he held me while finishing his orgasm by pumping his sperm down my throat and into my stomach, his penis pulsing with each ejaculation. Finally he released his grip and I came up for air, eyes watering. I could see he was sweating profusely, his eyes still closed. When he opened them, he smiled and told me I had probably saved him from becoming a father tonight, judging by the strength of his climax. With that said, he grabbed his clothes and went to bed. My mouth and throat felt like it had a thick coat of mucus in it, the residue of his remaining seminal fluids. I also went to bed, having mixed feeling about what just happened. I was not able to experience my amazing climax I had planned, just went to bed, still uncertain and anxious about what might happen.
The next morning I got up late, tried to be quiet, as I didn't want to talk to Nils, but no such luck. Nils came into the kitchen, rock hard, wanting service again. This would continue through my junior year, until Nils graduated. He seem to get off on having power over me and he used it almost everyday. He did keep his silence and I kepted blowing him whenever he wanted, in the morning, after classes. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night and wake me up to blow him, sometimes after getting home from the bars or clubs. One holiday, he had a friend from Germany and I serviced both of them for 2 weeks. Those two weeks was a huge number for blowjobs given to the both of them, 37 in all. Nils kepted a record of the total number of times I sucked him and his friend off, during an approximately two and a half years period. It was over 1600 loads shot down my throat, into my stomach. I accepted what was happening, wasn't really upset, it just was. I got extremely good at blowing guys and I have to say it's probably one of my favorite things about sex. I try not to feel guilty about what happened and I try not to feel guilty about enjoying it on some level. Life is complex and I have found that my experiences in college added many levels to how I view and enjoy sexual situations. I still jack off to this day thinking about sucking Nils and his friend off.