What the fuck is Eric doing back on campus? I wonder. And on the last day of classes for the year? I thought he transferred away a year ago.
Also, I can't believe I once sucked that bastard's dick.
And why the fuck is he crossing the empty Quad in my direction right now? Damn, too late to avoid him!
He must sense my aversion. "Hey Joe, I understand if you don't want to talk to me, ever. But I would like to offer you an apology for what I did."
"Okay," I reply, resignedly. This homophobic hypocrite does owe me an apology for the scary way he ended our encounter two years ago. "I'm listening."
As detailed in my story "Discovered!", Eric had walked into my dorm room unannounced, discovering me trying to suck myself. He later admitted that he did it too, even offering to demonstrate and "compare notes." As enjoyable as it was to watch him suck himself, I convinced him to let us suck each other, which was even more enjoyable. Unfortunately, the instant he had orgasmed into my mouth, I saw regret - and anger - wash over his face. For a moment, I even thought he might hit me.
This had better be good, I think.
He drops his voice to a very earnest tone. "I am really and truly sorry, Joe. You gave me a lovely introduction to male intimacy, and I was an asshole about it. I've wanted to tell you for a long time how much I regret it.” He is almost choked up at this point. “I'm so fucking sorry."
"Um, thank you," I answer, disarmed by the show of emotion. "I appreciate it."
"I mean, I started the whole thing by inviting myself over to 'compare notes,' didn't I? But really, I was angry with myself. Not just for that, but because I liked it so much … pleasuring each other, tasting each other. So for introducing me to that, I owe you not just my apologies, but my gratitude."
"Wow, I ... I had no idea.”
"Let me put it this way. Take Joan Bauer over there." He indicates a cute wavy-haired blonde crossing the other side of the courtyard, waving across at us.
"Yeah, well, I'd love to," I acknowledge, waving back. "Obviously."
"Well, obviously for you, maybe. I've had my pick of women like that over the years, but I finally figured out that I just can't form an emotional, romantic connection with any of them. I was meant to love men, Joe, and I have you to thank for at least starting me down the road of figuring that out.”
"Wow,” I stammer again, pondering this revelation. "Um, thank you for telling me. I was pissed at you for a long time after that. But I guess hearing this changes my perspective, and I can accept your apology. I get that figuring out your sexuality in this world can be really hard.” The warmth of his contrition has really melted my residual anger. “I think I can forgive you, too."
We hug. It feels nice. Uh-oh, maybe too nice. I haven't been with anybody in a while, and maybe I'm a bit unmoored by the end of classes and the near-emptiness of campus, knowing I won't see most of my friends until September.
"So you really enjoyed it, huh?" I ask, with maybe a hint of flirtation.
"Enough that it forced me to face the truth. I mean, you really knew what to do, and you seemed to actually care about my pleasure. I only wish I'd been ready to lean into it and let it end better."
Unable to contain my horniness, I return his gaze, demurely suggesting, "I do like the idea of a better ending."
"If you'll let me, I would love the chance to rewrite the ending with you."
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Back in my dorm room, Eric embraces me and pulls me into a deep kiss, then drops to his knees. Gazing up, he pulls down my pants and takes me lovingly in his mouth, making extravagant use of his lips and tongue. He is much better at this than in our previous encounter, cupping my balls and gradually increasing his oral intensity, quickly bringing me to a panting, spurting climax.
“Oh my, you have gotten some practice. My turn. Er, your turn."
Despite my prior anger with Eric, I'd never been able to stop jerking off over the memory of his spectacular XX-long rod. It's not particularly thick, but remarkably long, probably close to nine inches, with an enlarged purplish sponge on the end. I haven't found bigger to be generally better when it comes to cock, especially when bigger usually includes throat- and ass-challenging girth, but Eric's is simply the dick of dreams.
So I take my time and savor it, my slow mouthstrokes taking in about half of his length and my hand working on his other half. Eric approves. "Oh yeah, Joe, I think you've gotten better too."
During our first encounter, I had inadvertently taken the whole thing down my throat for a moment. More experienced, I do it confidently now, swallowing his full length every five or ten bobs. What a sensation! I could suck this glorious manhood all day. As Eric's tension and vocalization start to peak, I assert even more power over his pleasure by taking his balls in one hand and gently massaging them and his perineum, pushing him to the crest. For the first time ever, I take a deep breath and fully swallow a man's cock while he pumps his passion-fluid directly down my esophagus.
"Holy fuck, dude, you really have gotten better!" he gasps as he recovers. "No one's ever done that for me!"
"I've never done that either," I answer as I catch my breath, gazing upward and giving his member an affectionate lick.
He lifts me to my feet and mashes his mouth against mine, wrapping his arms around me while his tongue probes for the residual flavor of semen. After a moment, he leans back. "This is exactly what I was meant to do, Joe, and without your encouragement, I don't know how long it would have taken me to learn that I'd much rather be with you right now than Joan Bauer."
I'm a bit more equivocal than Eric on the question of Joan Bauer versus a man, but I don't tell Eric that. Nor do I know yet that the following day, I will run into her again on the nearly-empty campus and spend an equally passionate evening with her.
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As we lie in bed, Eric tells me more about his journey to understanding his sexual orientation, also asking me lots of questions about my own experiences. I share that after getting past the timidity that he had instilled in me, I've had some real adventures: threesomes with two different couples, a foursome with three women, a long-term relationship with one woman, a few encounters with male fuck-buddies, and more recently, the delights of anal sex with other men.
Soon we are gently massaging each other's shafts again. "So," I ask, turning the conversation back to what got us together the first time, "do you still find time to suck yourself? You know, since you can?" This is a pointed reference to the fact that unlike me - and most guys - he can actually get his cockhead past his own lips. I think I remember him saying he can even bring himself to orgasm with his own mouth.
"Oh yeah, that's what got us started with each other, wasn't it? Well, of course I still do that, but I do leave the house. But I haven't 'compared notes' with another guy since I did with you. Let's do that again!"
We both lie on the floor a couple of feet apart, pivoting our feet over our shoulders to hook under the bedframe. As usual, I am only just able to lick the end of my own fully erect manhood, lifting a drop of precum off the end with my tongue. Enjoying the show, Eric reaches over to run a hand over my strained thigh, relaxing me enough that after a minute or two, between breaths, I'm able to kiss the very tip. He gently strokes me as I lick around the end.
This is just about as far as I've ever gotten with myself and, as I learned two years ago, nothing compared with what Eric can do. He licks the precum off his own tip rather readily, then pulls his hips in tighter, his lips sliding over the rim of his glans to fully encapsulate it, a lurid display that makes me moan in appreciation. I can even see his tongue swirling around within his lips, which is making him moan too.
Abandoning my own autofellation for a moment, I rub my hands on him, gently massaging and encouraging the effort. His head bobs, and his hips thrust, enough for him to take two or three inches of his magnificence into his mouth.
The beauty of seeing this in person is staggering, and I tell him so, rubbing one hand on his chest and the other over his thighs and ass while I lean in to kiss both his penis and his mouth.
Our tongues dance for a moment, and then we both go to work licking his manhood. My lips and tongue proceed up his shaft, beyond where his own mouthparts can reach. I lick around his balls.
Feeling daring, I keep moving my tongue into more forbidden territory. Eric moans louder as I lick his hairy asshole, clearly approving, so I go at it more earnestly. I probe his aperture gently with my wet tongue while caressing his sides and ass cheeks with my hands. He grabs both of my hands, pulling his pecker out of his mouth long enough to utter, "Fuck, this is amazing! Would you put your finger in me, Joe?"
I spit-lube my middle finger and press it up against his spongy starfish, which, apparently now experienced in anal ecstasies, quickly opens to admit it. I explore the squishy tissues within, curling my finger towards his belly and grazing his prostate at least once.
The sound Eric makes now is more of a growl than a moan as he starts fellating himself more quickly. "Just keep doing that, Joe!" he wheezes. I place one hand on the side of his head as he continues. No longer able to keep as much of his cock in his mouth as his back stiffens, he still manages to keep the lips wrapped around the head to collect his precious manly fluid as his balls contract, his shaft flexes, and his sphincter grasps my finger tightly with each pump.
I must taste Eric's seed again. I clamp my mouth onto his, slurping out most of the cum and swallowing, then taking a long lick of his long rod as he chuckles, "Greedy fucker. You're awesome, Joe."
He unfurls his body again, pulling me next to him on the floor for another makeout session, which devolves into more pillow talk. Or is it carpet talk?
Then I crawl between his legs and engage in some cock worship, gazing up in his eyes while I kiss and lick his garden hose, marveling at how it stiffens and lengthens in response. Sensing that I'm due for another orgasm, he has us switch and engages in some nice worship of my little six-incher.
Then he lifts my legs and licks my pulsing porthole, looking at me. He just knows what I want next. I nod.
Now his heavy, masculine body hovers above me, my legs still elevated. He kisses me, gently pressing his slickened mushroom cap against my eager hole. Our eyes lock as he whispers, "Joe, I've dreamed for a long time about making love to you ... just … like ... this."
He expertly applies pressure with his penis, with just the right firmness and no urgency. Soon I feel myself dilating, and he enters me with remarkable ease, the passage of his glans sending waves of anal ecstasy rippling outward through my entire body. Pausing after he's a couple of inches in, he lovingly says, "It feels really nice to be inside you, Joe."
"Likewise."
He pushes in another bit, causing me to grunt and gasp as he brushes my prostate, a few drops of seminal fluid leaking out of my cock. He scoops it up with two fingers, offering them to me. I suck them in greedily.
"Mmm, do you think you can take more of me?" While I feel well-filled, you could still squeeze a fist between his hips and my ass. His cock is just that long.
I also realize that this is a rhetorical question. "Of course I want all of you," I grin.
He takes his time getting those last three inches in, every increment making me rock my head back and forth in pleasure. I have never felt anything like this. And may never again.
"Oh my fucking God," I finally gasp as his hips bottom out against me and his testes come to rest against mine. "I've never been so full. I hope it feels good for you too."
"Believe me, Joe, it feels so good to be all the way in you. Women can't always take my whole length, which is why being inside a man is so great for me."
He withdraws, slowly, until only a couple of inches of him are inside me, then presses back in. He does this several times, stimulating my prostate enough that my cock is soon greased up with my semen. Then, holding himself all the way in again, he grinds his belly, slowly and deliberately, against my slippery, overstimulated penis, just as I sometimes do to a woman's clit when I'm making love to her.
Soon I'm moaning into Eric's mouth, tossing my head back and forth again, curling my toes and ejecting yet more cream between us. He remains at his full depth inside me the entire time, encouraging me and continuing to gently rock his hips. Before I've fully come down from my plateau, he slowly pulls out, this time all the way and prompting yet another gasp of delight as his exiting glans again pulls through my ass-gasket.
In what I suppose is sort of a reverse date, we follow up all of this fantastic sex with an evening out for a couple of drinks and an intimate dinner. Which we follow with even more great sex and falling asleep in each other’s arms. So I guess you could call it a double-ended date?
