Intoxicating Surprise

As a young man I had an apartment in a college town. It was a typical apartment building, two stories with long hallways in a quiet community. I had a small one-bedroom on the first floor, which suited me fine since I was single.

During my numerous trips in and out of the complex, I had met a young guy named Erik. Erik was 18 years old and a freshman at the local college. He was living off campus his first year, presumably his first time living on his own. While he seemed like a nice guy, it didn’t take long to figure out that he liked to party. More than once I came home at night to find him in the entryway by the mailboxes drunk. He wasn’t fall-down drunk, but drunk nonetheless. I encouraged him to either stop drinking or be more responsible, but I’m not sure it got through.

One Friday I came home after an evening at a local bookstore having coffee with friends. Erik was in the entryway sitting on the steps. I could tell he was drunk.

“Hey, dude, you okay?” I asked. He mumbled something unintelligible.

I didn’t know what unit he lived in, and I wasn’t comfortable leaving him there. So I coaxed him up and we stumbled toward my apartment. Upon entry I closed and locked the door and half carried him to the couch. He sat there lethargically. Just to be safe I went to the bathroom and brought out a waste basket. If he was going to puke, better there than on my couch.

I turned on the TV and Erik was oblivious. Now at this point I should mention that I am gay and that Erik is a handsome guy. He was average height with brown hair, brown eyes, and a sparse patch of chin hair. He was cute.

I poked him in the ribs a couple of times to see how out of it he was. I could tell he was breathing all right, but otherwise he was unresponsive. Curious, I poked him harder. Nothing. Finally, I pinched him in several places. He emitted a low grunt but nothing else. I even opened his eyelids. His eyes were rolled back in his head. Man, this guy was smashed.

Feeling bolder by the minute, I decided to have a little fun. After all, I was nice enough to bring him into my home; why not get something out of it? I put my hand on his crotch and applied some mild pressure. He was wearing thin basketball shorts and I could feel his cock through them. Nice, I thought. After a few minutes of feeling him and getting no response, I decided to be a little more aggressive.

I took my hand and slowly slid it down the front of his shorts. He was wearing tight briefs. I slowly stroked his young cock through his briefs, feeling both its warmth and increasing size. After several minutes of this slow stimulation, I decided to take it to the next level.

Getting down on my knees in front of him, I gently tugged on his basketball shorts, slightly shifting his butt so I could pull them down around his ankles. I buried my face in his crotch and took in his male scent. Damn, nothing – and I mean nothing – smells better than a teenage guy. His groin had the most intoxicating aroma of young maleness. My head was in the clouds.

Erik appeared to be lightly snoring now, so I felt pretty safe. I proceeded to gently remove his briefs, exposing for the first time his erect penis. It was a nice cock, roughly seven inches long and slightly curved. He had a thick patch of pubic hair, and a blue vein ran along the side of his shaft. Additionally his belly and legs were covered in dark hair. As I visually worked my way up and down his cock, I came to the ridge where his circumcised foreskin ended. From there he broadened into a firm-looking head, flaring out with purple glans.

Wow, I thought to myself. This guy is beautiful. Without another thought I dove in, enveloping his stiff penis with my hungry mouth. I took the whole thing in right down to the base, then slid my mouth back up, covering it with saliva. I did this several more times, ensuring his cock was well lubed. Then I started on his head.

His head was firm yet soft and yielding to the pressure of my tongue. Ah, the erotic yin-yang of the teenage penis! I slobbered all over his cock, taking in every inch and working it for all I could. I could hear Erik’s breathing increase and could tell that he was hot, whether conscious or not. His mouth was partly open and guttural groans and grunts were escaping his lips: “Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh...”

I continued sucking and started to taste his precum. Now I have to tell you, next to a guy’s sexual aroma, nothing thrills me like the taste of precum. It tells me that a young man is enjoying his experience and is being properly stimulated. Delicate with just a hint of saltiness, it is a true delicacy not to be missed, and Erik’s was no exception. I don’t know if his intoxicated state had anything to do with it, but this guy was leaking like a sieve. His entire cock was slippery with a mixture of precum and saliva.

I have two fundamental sexual beliefs. One, a teenage guy’s cock should be sucked. Always. At every opportunity. Without exception. Two, a teenage guy’s semen is a delicacy that should always be savored and swallowed, never spit out. It pains me to think of all the young guys out there jerking off in private and wasting their splooge, spurting it into tissues and paper towels.

As I continued my oral manipulations, Erik’s cock throbbed. It was fully engorged and I could feel his heartbeat as he bobbed around in my mouth. Though still technically unconscious, the college stud started to moan more audibly. I had never heard a guy moan and grunt while unconscious, and it was fucking hot!

I felt his cock start to harden and knew the big moment was close. I picked up the pace and serviced his boner with intense tongue motions, showing no mercy. Erik’s breathing increased, becoming more ragged, and the guttural sounds grew deeper and louder – “ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh...”

Then with a long, drawn-out “uuuggghhh,” Erik’s back arched, his body trembled, and he began ejaculating that delectable fluid into my mouth. Streams of his freshman jizz shot into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, the roof of my mouth, and coating my tongue with his creamy goodness. One, two, three, four, five – yes, five luscious spurts of his amazing male fluid!

As his orgasm waned, I continued to slowly suck his dick, not wanting this moment to end. I eventually eased off and let him slip from my mouth as his breathing slowed down. His eyes were still closed but his mouth was slightly open, a look of sheer pleasure on his face.

I pulled Erik’s pants back up and placed a blanket over him. He slept the night through. The next morning we awoke about the same time. Erik had a mild hangover but nothing serious.

“Thanks,” he said. “I would’ve spent the night in the hall if it wasn’t for you.”

“No problem,” I said. “I wasn’t going to leave you out there. You’re a friend.”

“Thanks for everything else too,” he added with a smirk.

“What do you mean?” I asked quizzically.

“You know, that fucking amazing blowjob. Dude, you sucked me dry!” he smiled.

I sat there in shock. I was so sure he was asleep. Not sure what to say, I sat silently.

“Don’t worry. I’m not mad, and I’m not going to tell anyone – if you do it again,” he said with a devilish smile. A smart ass, I thought. But an offer I couldn’t refuse.

Erik was at my apartment almost every day from that point. Man, I sucked that guy so much I’m surprised his balls didn’t shrivel up. One day I sucked him before class, after he got home, and once more before he went to bed. This guy had the recuperative powers of Wolverine and a seemingly endless reservoir of cum. He always came back for more. And he always had more to give. Ah, college guys!