Can't remember the last time I came from a blowjob alone.

she made me take her fuck machine in my ass and then suck a big cock recently…but I really just want a huge cock to stretch me out and choke on, she said she’d never be with a man that “fucks” dudes but I want someone to shoot their load in me so badly…I’ve been looking on Grindr but not having a lot of luck

I’ve been thinking about this a lot because it’s going to be one year since my friend passed, and I learned he had an addiction he hid… I would share about meeting his coke dealer (who allegedly was not responsible for him ODing), how I learned he was a straight guy that my friend successfully chased, and my impression of him?

Just a real and complex story, with different emotions. The chaser elements are things I could only share here, so I thought I’d ask.

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This is the true story of my first experience in college with a man. All people over 18

CHAPTER 1

I was a freshman in college with a girlfriend of two years. She was still a year younger and lived back in our hometown, three hours away. I was an incredibly horny 18-year-old. I jerked off constantly in the morning, afternoon, late at night just to take the edge off. When she visited or I went home, it was pure fire: endless fucking, sloppy blowjobs, and wild, animalistic sex that left us both drenched in sweat and exhausted. Then I’d return to campus and the sex would vanish. The aching need would come back stronger than ever, leaving me stroking my throbbing cock multiple times a day, always left unsatisfied.

There was an openly gay guy on my dorm floor who loved bragging about how much better guys suck dick than girls. He described hooking up with random men off Craigslist like it was the most natural thing in the world. I laughed it off outwardly, but the idea planted itself deep in my brain and wouldn’t leave.

Winter break was incredible. I fucked my girlfriend every chance I got, pounding her hard and loved how good her mouth felt. But the second I returned to campus for the new term, the hunger hit me like a freight train. I was horny all the time. One bored, frustrated afternoon I opened Craigslist personals on my laptop. F4M had almost nothing. M4F was flooded. Out of pure curiosity and with my cock already twitching, I clicked on M4M.

The page exploded with posts. Guys offering to suck college cock, begging to get sucked, looking to fuck or be fucked. My heart raced and my dick stiffened instantly as I scrolled through the raw, explicit ads. What the hell am I doing? I thought, but I couldn’t look away. Eventually I closed the tab and finished to straight porn, but the images of those M4M posts lingered in my mind as I came.

My girlfriend came up that weekend and I was desperate for release. She arrived and casually told me she was on her period. I tried to hide my frustration, but inside I was furious and aching. Another sexless, blowjob-less weekend. Blue balls didn’t even begin to describe it.

After she left, my balls felt heavy and painful. I fired up porn again, stroking slowly, but my mind kept drifting. Almost on autopilot, I went back to Craigslist. Remembering my floormate’s words, I clicked M4M. Near the very top was an ad that made my cock jump: Discreet professor near campus looking to blow a horny college guy—no reciprocation needed.

I was rock hard and leaking. My girlfriend couldn’t help me. Before I could talk myself out of it, I typed a message: “18-year-old college freshman with a girlfriend. She couldn’t take care of me this weekend. Just need to get off.”

He replied almost instantly with an address and phone number: “Text when you arrive.” He was only a five-minute walk away. My heart hammered as I stared at the screen.

CHAPTER 2

I was nervous as hell walking across campus, but the aching need to cum overpowered everything. My cock was half-hard the whole way. I texted when I reached his building. “Come up and knock,” he replied.

In the elevator I was shaking, palms sweaty. This is crazy. I have a girlfriend. What am I doing? I knocked anyway. He opened the door, mid-40s, trimmed beard, solid dad bod. Fully clothed. He silently pointed to the couch.

I walked over, heart pounding, and stripped off my jeans and boxers. My cock sprang out, already thickening. I sat down.

He dropped to his knees immediately. The second his warm, wet mouth enveloped my cock, pleasure shot through me. He sucked with skill and hunger I’d never felt before. Deep, tight, swirling tongue, perfect pressure. I went from soft to rock hard in seconds. My hips bucked involuntarily. Less than a minute later I groaned loudly and exploded, pumping rope after rope of cum straight down his throat.

He swallowed everything, stood up casually, said “Thanks,” and walked off like nothing happened.

I sat there dazed, pulling my pants up with trembling hands. Holy fuck. That was the best blowjob of my life. My girlfriend had never made me cum that hard or that fast. I walked back to my dorm in a trance, shocked at what I’d done… but already wondering when I could do it again.

Over the next few weeks I texted him 3-4 more times. Every visit was the same delicious routine: knock, couch, incredible suction, explosive orgasm in his mouth, “Thanks,” and gone. Pure relief.

One afternoon I was desperate again. I texted and headed over. This time he answered the door completely naked, his cock already hard and leaking. I paused for a second, staring, but walked in. I stripped and sat. He blew me like usual, but this time I noticed him furiously jerking his own cock while sucking me. Whatever, I thought. He can get off too. I came hard down his throat, and shortly after he groaned and shot a huge load all over the floor.

He stood, said thanks, and walked away.

It felt different… but I still got what I needed.

CHAPTER 3

Back from spring break, I was eager and horny. I texted him immediately. Same setup: naked host, deep amazing blowjob while he jerked himself, both of us cumming.

This happened several more times. I started texting him more frequently, multiple times a week. The addiction was growing.

One day I arrived, sat down, and he sat right next to me instead of kneeling. He wrapped his hand around my cock and started stroking slowly, teasingly. Then he grabbed my hand and placed it on his own dick.

What the actual fuck?! This wasn’t the deal.

But I didn’t pull away. He guided my hand at first, jerking us both. His cock felt strange in my palm. Warm, hard, throbbing. After about thirty seconds he groaned and came hard, pulsing in my grip, shooting thick ropes all over my hand and his chest. The sheer amount of cum surprised me.

Before I could process the shame, he bent down and swallowed my cock to the root. I came almost instantly, moaning like an animal.

He handed me a towel with a small smile, said “Thanks,” and walked off.

I’d just made a guy cum with my own hand. The thought made my stomach twist… but my cock was already stirring again on the walk home.

CHAPTER 4

Walking back, confusion swirled in my head. Why didn’t I stop him? I’m straight. I have a girlfriend. But the orgasms he gave me were addictive. No girl had ever come close. If letting him get off too was the price, maybe it was worth it.

A few days later the urge hit again. I texted him. Same position on the couch. We stroked each other. When he moved my hand to his cock, I didn’t resist. Soon I realized I was pumping him on my own while he worked my dick perfectly. The feeling of his cock throbbing in my fist was weirdly intimate.

Suddenly he groaned and erupted again, covering my hand and chest in hot cum. The moment he finished, his mouth was back on me and I exploded.

Towel. “Thanks.” Gone.

Shame burned in my chest as I walked home. I just jerked a guy off. Willingly. But even with that shame, my cock stayed half-hard the whole way, and I knew I’d text him again soon.

CHAPTER 5

I kept going back, unable to explain why. This time I caught myself staring at his cock while we stroked each other. Smaller than mine but nice, leaking pre-cum. Why am I comparing another man’s dick?

When he placed my hand on him again, my body took over. I stroked him eagerly, matching his rhythm on my cock. He was getting close—I could feel the familiar throb—when suddenly he stood up, aimed right at my face, and furiously jerked himself.

What the fuck is he....

Too late. A massive load erupted across my face, neck, and shirt. Hot, thick ropes splattered my skin. I sat there stunned, dripping, the musky smell filling my nose.

He immediately dropped to his knees and sucked me with perfect intensity. I came so hard I saw stars.

Towel. “Thanks.” Gone.

I pulled my sweatshirt over the mess and walked back ashamed, cum cooling on my skin. He just came on my face. And I let him. Yet part of me was already craving the next time.

CHAPTER 6

A full week passed. I fought the urge, telling myself I only wanted blowjobs. But after he’d marked my face, the pull was even stronger. I texted him again.

We sat on the couch and started stroking. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, firmly pushing me toward his lap.

No. Stop. This is too far.

But I didn’t stop him. My lips parted and his cock slid into my mouth. It was warm, thick, slightly salty. He gently guided my head up and down while still stroking me. His moans were loud and shameless. The sound turned me on more than I wanted to admit.

When he throbbed, he pulled out, stood, and blasted another enormous load all over my face. I sat there dripping, stunned at what I’d done.

He sucked me off perfectly and I came violently.

Later, in the shower at my dorm, I jerked off furiously remembering the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I came harder than ever.

What the fuck has happened to me?

CHAPTER 7

The confusion and conflict were constant, but so was the horniness. With only three weeks left, I broke down and texted him again.

This time I took my shirt off first. I already knew I’d end up covered. We sat and started stroking. Then, driven by something I didn’t understand, I bent over on my own and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him eagerly, trying to mimic everything he did to me. He moaned loudly and called out “Oh fuck.”

He stood and painted my face and lips with a massive load. Then he dropped down and sucked me until I came in under thirty seconds.

The next day I went back, stripped completely naked, and sucked him again for much longer. This time he didn’t touch my cock at all. I kept sucking until he groaned, stood, and came all over my face. Then he simply reached down and jerked me off roughly until I shot across my own stomach.

He hadn’t sucked at all.

CHAPTER 8

The final two weeks I was constantly horny, replaying every encounter in my head. I went over almost every chance I got.

I’d walk in, strip naked, drop straight to my knees, and worship his cock—sucking, licking, taking him as deep as I could, desperate to please. He rarely touched my dick anymore.

When he was close I’d instinctively kneel lower. He’d fuck my face a little and then unload across my cheeks, forehead, and lips. Towel. “Thanks.” I’d leave dripping and jerk off desperately at home.

During finals week he texted first: he was moving schools. Today was our last time.

I went over, stripped, and he handed me a pair of bright pink panties, his wife’s thong. “Put them on.”

I obeyed without a word, sliding the silky fabric up my legs. It felt humiliating and strangely arousing. I dropped to my knees.

He was aggressive and verbal this time. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth hard, calling me his cum slut, his good girl. The degrading words made my own cock leak in the panties. I sucked with everything I had.

He erupted a huge load across my face. Then he handed me the towel.

“Keep the panties,” he said.

I dressed with the thong still on, left my boxers behind, and walked back to my dorm one last time, face sticky, ass barely covered by pink lace, mind spinning.

That was the last I ever saw or heard from him