***Tuesday***

The smell of bacon wafting down the hallway aroused my senses to the point that I had to get up and investigate. I felt a little like Buster, our dog, on the scent of a squirrel. Once arriving at the kitchen, Marion had cooked a breakfast of bacon, eggs and hash browns with OJ.

"So where's Benny going today?

"SMU... It's not too far from here, so I shouldn't be all day."

"Yes, I've driven by the campus many times. There are a lot of old trees and big houses in that neighborhood - McMansions."

We didn't speak about what happened last night, just about the day I had planned. Marion wished me good luck, and I headed off around 9AM for my 10AM tour.

Once I found the designated spot for visitors and parked, I used the map they sent me to find the student center, where the tour would start.

There was a large sign stating: "The Campus Tour Begins Here!"

Several other prospective students had gathered under and near the sign. They all had their parent/s with them. I was the only one who came alone. That either showed my independence or naiveté.

About five minutes to ten, a cute, petite blonde walked up to the sign. She had a name tag on stating: Carrie, Your Tour Guide. She counted heads and passed out name tags for us to wear.

About two hours later, we ended up back at the student center. Even though Marion had made a big breakfast, I only ate one egg, a couple of pieces of bacon and a few hash browns, so I was ready for lunch.

I went through the serving line and got a sandwich, a bag of chips and a fountain drink. I found a table and began looking through all the stuff that our tour guide had passed out. I happen to look up just as she walked past my table. I got a nice view of her butt as it swayed back and forth on the way to the serving line.

A couple of minutes later, she headed back my way. She stopped asking, "Weren't you just on my tour? Yes, you're Benny from Port Arthur."

"Yes, that's me alright. You have a good memory."

"I always remember the cute boys, especially the ones without parents attached."

I blushed and stammered, "Yeah, right..., but thanks anyway. Do you want to sit down? I have a few more questions."

Carrie swiveled her head around then replied, "Sure, why not. I'm always willing to help a guy out."

That last comment made me wonder exactly what she meant by that. She answered my questions then we had a nice conversation. I found out that she was a sophomore from Odessa and had been a cheerleader in high school. I mentioned that we had played Odessa Permian two years ago for the football state championship.

"That was a great game. I cheered us on to victory," she proudly stated.

"If our quarterback hadn't fumbled on your five-yard line, we would have won."

"Well, if you come to SMU, we can both cheer for the winning team."

We chatted a few minutes longer when she arose saying, "Benny, it's been nice chatting, but I have another tour in fifteen minutes."

She patted me on my arm, and I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through me.

"I hope I see you in the fall. Look me up."

I sat there, nibbling on my chip crumbs, wondering if all college girls were that at ease in a conversation. I finished up, collected my paperwork, headed to my car and back to Marion's.

It was about 2PM when I arrived.

The first thing that Marion asked when he saw me was, "Well, how did go?"

"It went well. Thank you. SMU has a nice campus and some hot coeds."

"Did you meet any of them or just look?"

"No, I talked with our tour guide. In fact, we had lunch together."

"Wow, Benny must be some kind of chick magnet."

"Not hardly, but I did enjoy chatting with her."

"Was she cute? Tell me what she looked like?"

"Let's see, she is blonde, about five foot three, I'd say around 110 pounds and has a nice butt."

"Did she wear lipstick?"

"Yes."

"What color was it?"

"Light pink"

"Do you know why women wear lipstick?"

"Not really..., I dunno because it makes them feel pretty."

"No. You have a lot to learn. They wear lipstick to make their mouths resemble the slits' of their pussies!"

"What...? NO, that can't be right. That sounds ridiculous. That sounds like something a jock would say."

"Benny, if you rotate a woman's lips ninety degrees and she's wearing lipstick, especially pink or red, it makes her mouth look like the lips of her pussy. That's why guys always want women to suck their cocks, plus it's less work for us."

"Marion, that sounds like bullshit to me."

"Well, I'm just saying... Wouldn't you have liked for her to suck your cock?"

"Yes, but that's a totally different thing."

Marion went to the frig and pulled out a couple of beers. We went out to the back yard, sat under the big pecan tree and talked while drinking two or three beers each. Since my parents don't give me any beer at home, I was feeling a buzz by the time we went in for supper. It wasn't much, just a pizza.

Marion suggested that we get comfortable and take our showers earlier. I went first.

I was washing my hair when I felt that surge of cool air again. I wondered if it was Marion, but I didn't turn around to see, just kept scrubbing.

Trying to wash my back, again the soap slipped out of my hand and into the shower's corner. I bent over to retrieve it, but it squirted between my legs toward the shower door.

Turning around, Marion opened the door, picked up the soap and stepped in. Needless to say, he was naked.

"It looks like you need someone to wash your back. Turnaround."

He ran his hand over my shoulders and down my back and even over my butt.

"Turnaround and I’ll do the front side."

My brain was racing, but it sort of sounded more like an order rather than a request. The beers had allowed my normal compliant self to emerge, so I did as told, and Marion began soaping up my front side. Once again as he lathered me up, his fingers paid special attention to my nipples. They got hard as his fingers strummed them like he was plucking a six-string guitar. I never knew a guy's nipples could get hard. It was my first time to experience that sensation.

He commented, "I like that you aren't very hairy."

I wondered why he said that because he was very furry. He had a chest full of black hair that went all the way down to his big cock. He looked like one of those 40s shirtless, movie stars.

His hands continued downward until he was soaping my cock and balls. Damn, that felt good. I was going to object, but the last two nights we had jacked each other off, so there's nothing we haven't seen or touched; where's the harm? Right?

With all the attention he was giving my cock and balls, I began to get hard then he handed me the soap, demanding, "Wash my back!"

Marion's back wasn't nearly as hairy as his chest, although it was hairier than my hairless one. I did as requested using lots of soap and generating a nice head of lather. "How's that?"

"You're not finished."

He turned around and began rinsing his back. 

"Well, don't forget this side."

Soaping him up like prized livestock, I watched his chest hair get matted. His nipples rose above the terrain so I lightly strummed them then began soaping his nuts and cock. He was almost hard before I got there. I made sure to pull his foreskin back and wash his head really well.

With both of us sporting hards, Marion announced, "Okay, I think we're ready to watch a movie," as he turned off the shower.

We got out and he handed me the white bathrobe again. He slipped his on, and I did likewise. I didn't put my underwear on this time, then we headed into the living room.

We each had a beer when Marion started the video, stating, "I think you will like this one a lot."

It started out with a girl rubbing a guy's jean-covered cock. Soon, she had unbuckled and unzipped them and was playing with his now hard flesh pole.

She asked, "How's that feel, baby?"

"Damn, girl, your hands are so soft. I love it, but you know what I want."

"I don't know? Is it this?" She leaned over and kissed it.

"You're on the right track, baby."

"Is it this?" She gave it a big lick from balls to the tip.

"That's almost it."

"Oh, it must be this then," as her mouth slipped over his cock's head.

"Oh, baby, you know me so well."

He had a big cock, bigger than Marion's eight-incher. It looked like it was about half the length of her arm. The camera angle moved in for a close-up of her mouth sliding up and down on his huge cock.

Marion commented, "Now, I want you to think of Carrie's pink lips doing that to your cock."

That comment made it impossible for me NOT to think of her doing that to me.

"Watch her tongue; Carrie's tongue doing that to your cock. How does that feel?"

"I bet it feels great."

"Just keep watching and feeling Carrie's mouth sucking your cock."

Marion leaned over and began sucking me or was it Carrie. I didn't know and didn't care who it was. It felt amazing. Maybe those four beers had something to do with it.

I did as told and stared at the video of her, while mentally substituting my cock for the one in her mouth. My nuts had begun to tingle, and I knew I was close. I could feel Carrie's tongue making circles around my head while her fingers played and gently squeezed my balls.

"Oh, oh, arghh...Carrie." I came like a racehorse in several blasts.

"Mmmm...," I heard Marion moan as he swallowed it all. He continued sucking me until I softened.

"Did Carrie do a good job," he asked?

"Fuck, yes. It was great."

Looking at Marion's open robe and his big cock standing stiff, I reached over and began stroking him, just as I'd done the last couple of nights. I played with his balls, too. It wasn’t long before he tensed up and shot cum all over my hand.

I knew what he wanted, so I licked it all off.

Marion looked at the cum on his belly, saying, "You missed some."

I scooped it up with my finger and licked it up, too.

The video was still going and a different girl was sucking another guy's cock in the close-up camera angle. I began to watch again noting her tongue action and different technique. She could take all of that cock into her mouth, down to his pubic mound. I thought that was impressive.

I felt fingers on my cock. Marion had begun playing with it again.

"I don't know if it'll be up for another round," I stated.

"You're young. Let's see what cums up."

Marion was right because I was hard again in less than two minutes. I continued to stare at the screen watching different girls sucking cocks while he sucked mine. My loins began to get that familiar feeling, and I knew I was going to cum again. I fired another salvo.

"Uh huh...mmm...," Marion moaned, drinking it all down again.

Once I was soft, he took my hand a placed it on his hard-again cock. I stroked him and played with his nuts like before just wondering why he didn't ask me to suck him.

He came again, but not as much this time. I licked it off my hand and scooped up the splashes on his stomach and leg. Marion put his fingers at the base of his shaft and pulled his fingers up, expressing a drop of cum to his tip.

"Lick this off!" he ordered.

I lowered my head and licked that drop of cum off his tip. He repeated the process a couple of times, and I licked those off, too.

I had expected that he would push my head down on his cock. That didn't happen. Maybe I was hoping he'd do that. I don't know what I wanted to happen. I think I kind of wanted to experience what it felt like having his cock in my mouth. My mind was a mass of confusion.

He got up, went to the kitchen and came back with two beers.

After watching TV for an hour, we went to our separate bedrooms. Being even more confused than last night, I headed to bed but knew what it might feel like if Carrie sucked my cock. That made for a sound sleep and a pleasant dream.