u/neverdelete1

For some context, as I’ve posted stories on another subreddit, I come from a really religious family. I’ve always figured that I was gay, but being in college has really allowed me to explore my sexual side.

It’s been great being around so many guys who want to get sucked or even will give you a blow job, and want nothing in return. In many ways, it’s like my time of trying to repress myself and my desires has stopped working and let me enter my next phase.

One of my favorite encounters happened this past winter. Near my college is also an associated med school. I was on the apps and got messaged by a med student. He said he was taking exams and was super stressed, and wanted somebody to blow him.

He gave me his address and said his roommates weren’t home. I drove over to his apartment and he let me in. I felt super awkward making eye contact with other people there, as I laughed to myself that they had no idea why I was even there or the sinful thing I was about to do.

He answered the door, wearing a tank top and sweatpants. He had curly blonde hair, and green eyes. As he let me in, I saw his books scattered all over the table, obvious signs of him studying.

We sat down on his couch, and began making out. I lifted up his shirt, kissing his flat stomach. His skin was a pale white color with very little muscle mass, definitely fitting the description of a twink.

I worked down to his cock in his sweatpants, which was fully hard. I pulled them down to his ankles, exposing his bare cock as he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

His cock was about 8 inches, definitely one of the bigger ones I’ve taken. He was cut, with a birthmark on the lower part of his shaft. His red cockhead was swollen with precum shining off of it.

I kissed his balls, playing with them with my tongue. He was mostly shaven, with just a hint of pubic hair.

I slid my tongue up his shaft and his body shuddered.

I kissed his cockhead, getting a foretaste of his precum and swallowed him as much as I could.

He moaned in ecstasy and placed his hand on my head, pushing me down. I choked on his dick, moving back up for air, covering his cock in my saliva.

“Please…”he begged me.

I swallowed him again, bobbing my head up and down his shaft, going to work on his dick.

He leaned his head back on his couch, which was up against a window, and started moaning.

It wasn’t long, maybe 5 minutes before he announced he was cumming.

I doubled down on his shaft and felt his dick pulsate and then fill my mouth with his warm spunk. I quickly swallowed as much as I could, eagerly tasting his cum and helping him to drain his balls.

I let his softening dick out of my mouth, and scooped up a drop of cum that was on my chin, having partially leaked onto his carpeted floor.

After a few minutes he thanked me and told me he felt better and could focus now. I wished him good luck on his exam and departed with a stomach full of his seed, and glad I could help him out.

After that first night following prom, Matt and I had jerked off together the following morning and a few other times since then.

I secretly wondered if Matt had ever jerked off this much before. Each time we’d be in his basement, I’d comment how horny I was or I’d see him with a boner and initiate the conversation. A few minutes later we’d be spilling our loads on our 18 year old bodies. Matt, inevitably, would have his eyes closed, as I would have my eyes on him as his cock spurt out his man juice.

I felt like I’d fully corrupted him, encouraging him to spill his seed, lavishing in how red and shy he’d get after we did it. His parents would be so ashamed if they knew what their son was up to with his best friend in their basement. It made it even hotter.

As part of our graduation routine, our school sent us on a 4 day retreat before finals. Matt and I shared a room.

It was a basic room, two beds, tiny desk and chair and a small bathroom.

I drooled that first night as Matt undressed in front of me. My own dick was rock hard as he flexed and got changed and I lustily checked out his package in his under armour boxer briefs. His semi hard cock pitched a nice tent against the fabric.

As we laid in bed that first night, my hard cock wouldn’t let me sleep.

“You wanna jerk off together? I can’t sleep.” I told him, unabashedly.

“Nah man. I’d feel weird doing it here..”

“Cmon. You don’t think the other guys are doing it, too?” I tried to prod him.

“Probably are. But I’m good. I haven’t cummed in 4 days.” He answered

I left it be, figuring he might give in eventually.

The second night I tried again, and Matt reluctantly said no.

I was so bricked up that I knew by the third night I had to take care of business. It’s hard paying attention on retreat, trying to be “good” when you’re lusting after your roommate and when you haven’t cummed in two days.

That night we laid awake in bed.

“So, you wanna jerk off tonight?” I asked, as Matt laughed as I said the words.

“I knew you’d ask…” he told me.

“Cmon. You know you want to… I bet guys have been spraying all over their rooms this weekend…”

“Gross…” he said laughing.

“Well, I’m gonna do it, so be forewarned. I can’t wait any more.” I told him.

Under the sheets, I pulled my shorts down, and started taking my index finger, and rubbed it on the underside of my cock, up and down the shaft, along my frenulum.

My dick was rock hard, leaking precum out of the tip and onto my stomach. My balls hung loose against my thighs, nice and warm under the blankets in the heated room.

As I stroked my dick, the sounds of my hand slapping against the blanket made a noticeable sound.

“I know what you’re doing….” Matt said, breaking the silence.

“I told you bro….i can’t hold off. Join me…it feels so good.”

Suddenly I saw Matt move and he pulled the blankets off his body, lifted up his shirt under his chin and freed his dick from his black boxer briefs.

I couldn’t see, so I turned over on my side, watching Matt tilt his head on the pillow and roll his head back.

His body looked amazing as his abs crunched and bicep flexed with each stroke, his hips thrusting on the bed as he got into it.

I shot up in my bed, kneeling on the mattress as I jerked my cock, now facing Matt.

“Looks like it’s worth the wait…” I said.

Matt laughed and sat up, now leaning against a pillow on his head board, his abs really crunched together now in a partial sit-up position.

Here we were, two horny 18 year olds beating our cocks on a religious retreat, having quite the experience together.

I was so close but wanted to see Matt cum first. He was oblivious to my stares.

Finally he moaned and his body spasmed. Cum pumped out, shooting up to his neck and down his pecs and chest, the streaky shots of cum dripping down his ripped body and tight abs.

One, two, three, four, five big spurts gushed out and covered him in his milky white semen. Used to hiding his pleasure, he didn’t make a sound but his face said it all as he smiled as the orgasm ripped through his body. I knew he enjoyed every blissful moment of it.

Naturally, it pushed me over the edge, and I pumped out my own load, each shot of cum landed across my stomach and dripped down to the sheets, making a splat sound.

As my own orgasm subsided, my balls felt amazing, emptying out for the first time in days.

I leaned back, our room smelled of cum and teenage boys.

Matt tucked his dick back into his boxers and went to the bathroom. I got back under my sheets, drifting off to a nice, satisfying sleep.

The next morning I woke up, still hard and blew another load on the shower, once again draining my balls.

I laughed to myself when I saw Matt in line for Confession with a bunch of other guys, no doubt confessing to the same thing.

I knew I had corrupted him past the point of no return and I knew, before long, we’d be jerking off together again.

*Repost after I had to delete my previous account for using a bad email address…. Everybody is over 18 in this story*

This happened two years ago. I’d known Matt since we were Freshman together in high school. We went to the same church, and Matt even served at services on the weekend.

Over time our relationship deepened, and as teenagers tend to do, we’d sometimes talk about sex. Matt was always hesitant, eventually admitting he’d jerked off sometimes but that he always felt bad, no doubt due to his religion. He always claimed he didn’t do it much, but as all guys do it at that age, I wondered how much he did.

I, on the other hand, also would go to church with my family, but didn’t understand why jerking off was considered “sinful”. My urges were so strong and I nobody was getting hurt, so who cares?

Being attracted to guys, and being curious, I always wondered what it was like to see Matt jerk off. He had a good body, as an athlete, and I’d sneak peeks of him in the locker room when I could.

Our Senior year, after prom, I stayed over his house. His family would never let him stay over with a girl, and my family wouldn’t either, even though I was more interested in guys (although they didn’t know).

That night we were in his room; Matt in his bed, and I was on the floor.

“So, are you disappointed you didn’t get to hook up tonight?” I asked him.

“No. I figured this would happen.” Matt answered.

I had come out to him six months earlier and it hadn’t changed our friendship, thankfully.

We laid there in silence a little longer.

“Damn, I’m hard…” Matt said, laughing it off. I was surprised he’d say something like that so honestly.

“Me too…” I answered. “You want to jerk off?” I asked him.

“You mean….together…?” He asked, hesitatingly.

I honestly hadn’t meant that, but just figured he’d want to in general, but I also didn’t want to miss my opportunity.

“Yeah? If you’re good with it.” I answered.

“That’d be weird, dude.” He answered.

“C’mon,” I pleaded carefully, not wanting to be forceful but not wanting to let the opportunity go by either, “you just said you’re hard. It’s 1:00am. I’m horny, and we both need it and deserve it. When did you last cum?” I asked him.

“It’s been like a month. I’m trying to be better.” Matt answered.

I laughed.

“So do you want to or no?” I asked him.

“Fine…” he answered.

I shot up off the ground, Matt rolled off his bed, and pulled his shirt off, exposing his chest and well-defined torso.

I watched as he pulled out his phone, no doubt looking up porn.

I was already hard as I watched him, now sitting in his gaming chair, phone in his right hand and jerking himself off with his left.

I could tell with the intensity and speed, he wasn’t going to last long.

I, on the other hand, pulled my dick out of my shorts, and started jerking my own cock, shifting between watching Matt and trying to keep my eyes closed so he wouldn’t see how much I was checking him out, actually jerking off to him.

I loved seeing his biceps flex as he jerked himself off, his smooth balls bouncing up and down with each tug of his circumcised dick. He was so lost in his own pleasure that he didn’t pay attention to me.

Suddenly he spasmed and, while making a small grunt, his cock exploded, shooting out onto his lower chest and abs, covering himself in milky-white cum. It wasn’t a huge load, which I had expected if he really hadn’t cummed in that long.

Fuck, he looked so hot. He leaned back in his gaming chair, closing his eyes, enjoying his post-orgasm glaze.

Seeing him like that pushed me over the edge. I cupped my hands, and placed it in front of my dick, to catch my load.

The first two shots bursted out, over shooting my hand, and landing on the floor. The rest puddled in my hand, feeling hot and sticky, and crouched down to steady myself from the intense orgasm, as it flowed through my body and tapered off.

I laid back, my hand covered in my own cum.

I looked over and noticed Matt was as looking at me. His cock was hard again. We made eye contact. The awkwardness and taboo of what we just did hung in the air. I wondered if he felt guilty but didn’t ask.

Little did I know we’d do it again real soon, and start a summer-long fling before we both went off to college.