***Monday***

The next morning, Marion didn't say anything about what had happened. I was relieved, although it did cross my mind a few times at the breakfast table.

I headed off to my first college tour about 9 AM. After lunch, I hit the second one. They both had nice campuses, and being smaller schools, the class sizes were more intimate. There definitely were more hot girls than at my high school.

I got stuck in some traffic and didn't get back to Marion's until about 6 PM.

His first words were, "Well, how did it go?"

"Great! They were both nice schools with good looking campuses and a new student center."

"Did you eat dinner? I made some spaghetti."

"That sounds great."

We settled in at the table and polished off our plates. Marion had given me a beer to help wash the meal down. We continued to chat, and by now, it was approaching 8 PM.

"Why don't you take your shower first tonight?"

"Thanks, I am a bit exhausted from running around all day."

Heading to the shower, I stepped in and adjusted the temperature to a little on the warm side to help with my relaxation. In fact, the bathroom mirror began to fog up.

As I was washing my back, I felt a draft of cool air. I surmised that the AC must've kicked in. Marion had told me that he had a water softener, which made the water super slick. My soap bar slipped out of my hand and bounced into the corner. I bent over, and it slipped out again. It was like picking up a worm after a big rain. Turning around after retrieving it, I was surprised that Marion was standing near the door with a white bathrobe draped over his arm just watching. I wondered how long he had been there?

Hanging it up on the back of the door, he said, "I brought you a bathrobe so you would be more comfortable."

"Thanks, that's thoughtful, and what a good host, like you, would do."

I finished my shower, and Marion took a quick one right after me. Soon, he joined me on the living room love seat with two beers in hand; me in that white robe, and he in his tan one.

After a few sips, he headed for the VHS tapes and dug around in the TV cabinet. Pulling out another movie, he stated, "This is my second favorite movie."

He pushed play and sat back down. His robe was untied and flopped open a bit. I could see his cock languishing underneath the camouflage of his robe. Its color was nearly identical to that of his cock. Coincidence?

The movie began with a guy and girl walking into a house. From the dialogue, they appeared to be on a date. Once inside, the guy pulled the girl into his arms and began kissing her. She was into it and kissed him back.

They wrestled their way to a sofa and continued French kissing while his hands felt her up, squeezing her tits and sliding his hand up her skirt.

Slipping his leg between hers, he deftly parted her legs while hiking her skirt up. We could see that she wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was glistening as his fingers began rubbing up and down on her lips. Slipping a finger inside her, you could hear the squishy sound of his finger going in and out along with the frantic panting of them both.

Fuck, my cock was getting hard already. Marion's had begun to stir as well. It tented his robe as it began to rise out of its terry cloth cocoon. What a metamorphosis.

The woman began rubbing her date's groin. You could see it grow, too. She quickly unzipped his pants and took it out.

Marion commented, "Look at how big that is."

She began stroking his meat, which looked like the trunk of a sapling, while he kept fingering her pussy.

Fuck, my cock was aching; it was so hard. Marion had begun slow stroking his cock just like last night.

Looking my way, he said, "It's okay. You can take it out."

I knew I shouldn't have put my underwear on after my shower. I quickly pulled them down and began to slowly stroke my cock, too. I was leaking already.

"Let me give you a hand with that."

Marion didn't ask he just took hold of my cock with his left hand, pulling down my foreskin, and with his right, his fingers lightly played with my head. Jesus, it felt like nothing I've experienced. I could see his cock waving in the air like the mast of a sailboat in a choppy sea.

"Have you ever eaten pussy?"

"No?... why do you ask?"

"Watch this next part, and you'll learn something."

The guy in the video slid down between her legs and began kissing her inner thigh. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.

He pushed her legs further apart and opened the wet lips to her pussy.

I'd seen drawings in anatomy class but this was real, close-up, graphic anatomy in the flesh. It was fucking hot.

I watched as his tongue traced up and down the folds of her lips then he stopped at the apex and licked what I surmised was her clit. I'd never seen one except in my dad's porn magazines.

"Oh, baby, yes... lick me right there, just like that," she moaned.

His tongue made little circles around it and then he sucked on it. She pressed her pussy forward against his tongue. It looked like he really enjoyed having his face buried between her legs licking and sucking her sex parts. The thought of doing that never had crossed my mind even though I had heard jocks talk about eating pussy and doing a 69.

Her hips began to undulate over his tongue as she made motions like our dog does when he gets too excited and begins humping his bed. She let out a scream; her hands clamped around his head; her legs began to shake; they pulled up, and she looked like she was having a spasm.

During all of this, Marion had kept up a slow stroking of my cock, which was getting close to exploding, after seeing what I had observed.

Marion stopped stroking me. "You need to keep it together until after the next part."

My cock twitched, bobbed and swayed with precum running down the shaft. I was panting and felt a growing tension in my balls. I wanted to cum, but Marion wanted me to watch what happened next.

Once she recovered, she pulled the guy down and they began kissing again. Her hand reached for his big cock and looked at it. I mean really looked at it like she had to memorize every detail of it. She kissed the tip of it. Apparently, he flexed it, and it popped out of her hand. She laughed and quickly recaptured it grabbing it near the base.

"Get back here. I'm just starting to make you feel good."

Kissing it again, she began to kiss it up and down his long shaft with what my mom called "chicken pecks". Those are the brief pecks on the cheek that I give her before going off to school or out with friends.

Her left hand took hold of his balls and her right slid from the tip down to the base, pulling his foreskin back and exposing his flaring, mushroomed cock head. The skin of it was stretched taut and looked like it ached just like mine was doing.

She licked it with a big slurp like an ice cream cone. My cock jumped; my mind raced wondering how that felt, then she took it all in her mouth. My nuts tensed up while my cock ached for a release.

"Has a girl ever done that for you?"

"I wish."

"I bet you want to know how it feels, don't you?"

"God, yes. I can only imagine how good that feels."

"Just watch her sucking his cock and imagine she's sucking yours."

I stared at the flickering image on the screen, watching her mouth go up and down on his cock; wishing it was mine. I felt a warmth and wetness. Marion had slipped my cock into his mouth. My head was spinning; my nuts were aching; my cock was throbbing; my eyes were glued to the screen as her mouth sucked that huge piece of meat.

I could feel Marion's tongue as it swirled around my cock's head and flare. Fuck, that was another first in a lifetime feeling to experience. Imagining that her mouth was doing the things on the screen to me had me extremely close to blast off.

She let out a big moan, releasing his cock from her mouth, and rapidly blurted out, "Cum for me. Cum in my mouth. I want it. I need it."

He blasted his first rope of cum on her face. She dove back onto his cock taking it all the way down, his hips thrusting upward. She squeezed his nuts, moaning all the while and gulping down several cum blasts.

Just then, my cock exploded in Marion's mouth, and he swallowed every blast from my "never been sucked" cock. Jesus, it was a fantastic, indescribable release. No hand job could hold a candle to it.

Marion continued to lick around the head of my cock, which was super sensitive, and jumped with every slurp.

"Well, what do you think?"

"OMG, that was beyond belief. It was the best thing I've ever felt."

I looked at Marion's cock, an angry purple color, standing erect between the folds of his bathrobe. I wasn't gay, but I'm sure he wanted me to suck it.

Just then, he took my hand a placed it around his cock. I began to stroke him like I had done last night. That was a huge relief. I took it slow, trying to make it last. I could feel the heat from his cock and its hardness while I stroked him. He leaned back and shot a load up in the air. It landed on my hand, his robe and balls. I kept stroking until his cock began to soften.

"Thanks, Benny, that was great. I'm sure you have a big day tomorrow."

A little confused by all that had transpired, I stammered, "Yes..., it's... SMU tomorrow."

I still had my cum-coated hand wrapped around his cock.

Reaching down, Marion gathered up and licked a taste of his cum. He stared at me then looked at my hand. I felt obligated to lick some of his release. The glob between my thumb and forefinger disappeared on my tongue.

"I bet you can do better than that. Can't you? Lick it all off."

With a few more licks, I had cleaned my hand while his eyes sparkled watching my tongue lap up his nuts' release.

"Well, you probably need some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

Marion headed off to his bedroom. Still dazed, I found my way to the guest room.

As I laid there, I couldn't sleep. Who could sleep after their first blow job?

My cock was hard. I spit on my hand and tried to replicate what I'd just felt. It was impossible, although I did jackoff a couple of times, which I licked up, before finally falling asleep.