I don't remember how many times Jerry sucked me off that weekend, but it was probably close to ten times. At least ten spurts gushed out of his cock onto my chest, belly, cock, and thighs. It took him a long time to cum but when he finally did, his jism fell on me like warm rain. I reached up and took his big cock in my hand and began jerking it. I stretched out on the bed and had him stand beside it. I felt that the fair thing to do was to give him a blowjob, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. You should try it, too." I got down on my knees and examined Jerry's thick cock. He gagged on my copious load a few times, but managed to get it down.
I was afraid he would stop sucking if I warned him that I was going to cum, so I let it fly without saying a word. When he did something with his lips or tongue that felt especially good, I told him and he added it to his repertoire. He became more skillful with every second that passed. As it was, it took him more than a half-hour to suck me off. "I want to see what it's like." If I hadn't been drunk I would have shot off within a minute or two. I asked Jerry if I should cum in his mouth or pull out. I could hardly believe that he had never sucked before, but he insisted that he hadn't. I had only had two blowjobs in my life from a slut in high school, and they hadn't been half as good as the head I was getting from Jerry. Suddenly my cock was buried in his warm, wet, slippery mouth. Jerry sat on the edge of the bed and motioned me toward him. I took the towel from around my waist to expose my six-inch boner. I had never seen him with a hard-on before and was very impressed by his nine-inch tool. I took a shower and then went to Jerry's room where I found him naked on his bed masturbating his big cock. Mark always went home on weekends so Jerry and I had the apartment to ourselves. I told him that I would think about it on the way home. I would have jumped at the chance to get a blowjob from a stranger, but Jerry was my friend and I was afraid that if he sucked my dick it would destroy our friendship. If I don't like it, I will know that I'm not gay. "There's only one way that I can find out if I'm gay," he said. He was unsure about his sexual preferences after sprouting a hard-on while watching a gay video. He told me far more about himself than I wanted to know. We both drank more than usual as we talked about our limited sexual experience. We finally gave up and went to a quiet bar where we could talk. One Friday night, we went to a rowdy singles bar to chase girls. We both wanted to find girlfriends, but, because there were far more men than women at our school, there was fierce competition for pussy. Although we were too busy with our studies during the week, we went out partying every weekend. Because we had so much in common, Jerry and I really hit it off. Jerry was a farm boy like myself and Mark was a big city boy from Manhattan. When I was in college, I shared an apartment with two other eighteen year-olds.