Showering with Jesse Part 5

To quickly recap, we were freshmen in the dorms at a mormon university.  After our first 2 times in the shower, we now had the whole weekend to play since Jesse's roommate had gone home for the weekend, and had already gotten off three times that Friday evening, and once this Saturday morning.  

After we came back from the shower, Jesse and I decided we might as well go get an early lunch since we'd skipped breakfast.  We walked to the Student Center where they had a Subway, and stopped by the bookstore to grab more food for later in case we didn't want to go back out.  We walked back the long way, just chatting about school and our upcoming missions (something like 95% of the men would go on 2 year missions after their freshmen year).  We both expressed some trepidation about that - particularly the going door to door part.  And then we moved onto some other insignificant topics that I don't recall, but in that respect it was similar to our previous walks to campus before all this began.  A mix of deeper topics with just comfortable chatting.

When we got back to his room, I wasn't sure what was going to come next.  I really just wanted to get undressed as that had felt so freeing, but I also didn't want to give him the impression that we needed to start jacking off right then either.  Though I was sure that was going to be one of the afternoon's activities.  So I just took my shirt off to start, to see if he'd say anything.  He just said, "Might as well get comfortable," and took his shirt off too.  Taking this as a green light, I said, "Hope it's not weird, but I really like not having any clothes on - feels so free.  Maybe I'm a nudist," I joked.  

He laughed and said, "No reason for it to be weird now," and so I started to take the rest of my clothes off.  Jesse took his pants off, but paused there, still in his shorts and briefs (he often wore a pair of basketball shorts under his jeans).  He looked over and saw I was fully naked and smiled, "Might as well, I guess.  Don't want you to be uncomfortable."  I teased, "Oh, I'm fully comfortable now," spreading my arms out and giving my dick a little shake back and forth.  We both cracked up at that, and he gave his a shake to, but went up and down instead of side to side.  We spent a few minutes swinging our dicks in a variety of moves and laughing.  

"Actually, now that you bring up being a nudist, I've got something to show you."  He went over to his computer, pulled the chair out and signaled for me to grab his roommate's chair.  It was still less common than not for students to have their own computers; in fact, the internet was still pretty new.  My first use of email had been the beginning of freshman year.  He had one of those early bulky iMacs with the plastic colored cover on the back - at the time, it seemed very sleek!

Of course, it took a while to connect and for everything to load, but eventually he pulled up a nudist website with pictures - wish I could remember what the site was.  Now, I had never seen anything like this before, no dirty magazines either, nothing.  And this had the whole spectrum, young and old, male and female, and doing all sorts of activities from swimming to volleyball, ping pong and board games, nothing sexual, although there was the occasional stray boner.  And everyone did look extraordinarily comfortable.  Jesse said his neighbor friend had showed him this and some other sites, but explained that this one was no big deal because it's just nudity, not pornography.  I wasn't going to complain.

It must have been a European site, judging by both the hairstyles and all the uncircumcised dicks.  I had never seen one before, and we laughed about how they looked like anteaters and some other juvenile nonsense.  I was kind of dumbfounded that people could be this comfortable naked, especially around the opposite sex, and across different ages.  Just goes to show how narrow my upbringing was, I guess. 

We pointed out what we liked.  Jesse was partial to big boobs, while I preferred the smaller but perkier ones.   I was also drawn to the extremely hairy bushes that some of the women had.  We were hard in almost no time, but continued scrolling and looking.   Jesse pointed out one of the guys that he said looked like me, saying we had the same body type, which was very flattering.   I had never been very athletic, but at 18, was in my prime, physically, and this helped me appreciate my own body.  I looked for someone who looked like Jesse, but only found an ok match.

Soon we were talking more about what we would want to do with certain of the women in the pictures, and we were both leaking precum.  The descriptions escalated pretty quickly and we were soon rubbing our own cocks.  Although I grew up in a conservative family, I went to public school and knew enough to participate, but still Jesse was much more imaginative in what he was describing.  And it was hot.   His next description included him sucking her tits and fingering her pussy, her blowing him and licking his balls, and then him rubbing his dick between her tits, before screwing her brains out.  My mind, and my dick, was ready to explode.  

I tried to hold my own with my next description, picking up some of the details from him, like the ball licking, and adding anything I could think of that he hadn't yet said, like doggy style.  Soon, Jesse looked over at me and then down at my dick and over to his dick.  I understood exactly, and we both reached for the other and started stroking, our other hands fondling our balls.  

Jesse was on the right and had to use his left hand on me, which was not a problem for me, but apparently was awkward for him.  He turned his chair to face me and said he couldn't use his left hand, so he'd focus on me first, and then I could finish him.  So I turned my chair to face him, and he really did give me his focus.  He went to town on my dick, so much that he got down on his knees to get a better angle, using both hands to jerk and tease all over.  I scooted forward to give him better access, and he started repeating back my last scenario I said about the girl licking my balls.  He tickled my balls with his fingers to simulate, but he was also close enough that I could feel his breath on my dick, and I grabbed onto the sides of the chair like I might fall off.  He kept going, improving upon my own scenario, and when he said that she took my balls in her mouth and sucked them, he cupped his hand around them and pulled them down.  I lost it, bucking my hips wildly as I shot my load, whispering, “yeah, suck my balls.”  Jesse tried to suppress a laugh, which made me laugh, but I didn’t care.  It was so incredibly arousing.  

I opened my eyes and saw that I had shot all over Jesse’s chest and neck.  “Thanks, man,” I said, “that was so intense.”  Jesse smiled, “No sweat,” although we were both literally sweating, “my turn now.”  I exhaled deeply and said, “Give me just a second,” so I could get a hold of myself.  He kept milking my dick, and only then did I realize I could feel his boner on my leg, dripping precum.  After a minute, Jesse stood up and took some of my cum off his chest and rubbed it into his dick, standing in between my legs so that his dick was maybe 6 inches from my face.  I took over for him, giving him the same treatment he had me, using my hand to tease all around his whole groin area as I slowly stroked him.  He stayed standing up, and spread his legs a little wider apart.  

I wanted to give him as incredible an experience as he’d given me, so I started retelling his fantasy scenario.  I used my hands to try to recreate the same sensations as I told him what was being done to him.  I tickled his balls like they were being licked, then I licked my hands to get them wet like a mouth, telling him she was blowing his duck.  I even blew air gently across both his balls and around his dick head.  I could tell he was enjoying it, his dick was really leaking, which I used to make it feel even better.  As he got closer, I told him he was putting his dick in her pussy, cupping my wet hands together to create a space for his dick.  He was now thrusting his dick into my hands, and I told him he was screwing her brains out.  

I pushed my chest against the underside of his dick, and one hand over the top of his dick, creating pressure from both sides, and he started thrusting fast.  I tried to keep the pressure up, and then I told him to cum inside her, as I also grabbed his balls with my other hand and squeezed, using my fingers to press into underneath his balls. “Take that dick,” he said, caught up in the description, and after a few more thrusts, pushed all the way in to the opening between my hand and chest, and Jesse shot several spurts of cum up my chest, onto my neck, my chin and my cheek.  I took my hand away from its spot on top of his dick but he kept rubbing his dick into my chest, and I rubbed his balls, giving them a little squeeze now and then.  He opened his eyes and smiled at the mess he’d made, saying, “Umm, you’re really good at that.”  I smiled and said, “I learned from the best!”  We both laughed at that.

Jesse grabbed his towel, we wiped up, and then sat back down at the computer, continuing to look at the pictures for a while.  We talked about how good it was going to be when we could finally have sex, and telling each other what we hoped our future wives would do (no sex before marriage was a given for practicing mormons).  It might sound like we were trying to compensate with exaggerated expressions of heterosexuality, but I don’t think either of us were, at least not consciously; for me, it’s more that it was just the only thing I knew, and I had never even considered anything else.  I don’t know for sure how Jesse saw it - he obviously had more experience than me, and at least a somewhat less narrow upbringing.  Looking back, I wish I’d thought to find out more about what he was thinking.  I felt so comfortable with him, we could have had some deeper conversations. The folly of youth…

Sitting in those hard plastic chairs was starting to get uncomfortable, so I told him I had to get up cause my butt was hurting.  Jesse told me to lay on the bed and he’d massage me.  I laie on my stomach and he straddled my legs and started to rub down my lower back, and then my butt.  It felt great, and I especially liked when he rubbed the part just under my butt at the very top of the backs of my thighs.  He moved down my legs and we continued talking about what sex would be like.  He started to move back up my legs, stopping for more attention at the part that I had said felt the best.  He gave my balls a little tickle from the back, that we both laughed at.  He climbed up further to reach my shoulders, and I could feel his dick and balls on my lower back. There was still a little cum coming out of the tip his dick, which I could feel as he massaged my neck and shoulders.  

We switched places and I repeated the pattern, but stopping to tickle his balls on both the way down and the way back up.  Instead of scooting up to reach his shoulders, I just stretched forward, almost laying on top of him.  My dick and balls were pressed into the top of his butt.  ‘You’re pubes tickle,” he said, so I moved them around as he squirmed beneath me.  Jesse rolled over, and I massaged his front.  I had straddled his legs again so now my soft dick was hanging down on top of his as I rubbed his chest.  I scooted down and rubbed along his stomach and pubes, then the tops of his thighs.  It was more of a light tickling than a massage I guess.  Eventually, I moved to brush his dick and tickle his balls.  He said that was good, and so I continued with that, not moving any further down.  We were both still soft, but he was just enjoying the sensation I guess, and I felt good that he was enjoying it.  After a while, I told him it was my turn, and he did the same for me.  It really did feel so good, and it was funny to me to feel that good but not lead to a hard on.  In fact, I could have drifted off to sleep like that.

Jesse brought up how much he couldn’t wait to get a blowjob.  He said that what we’d done before was great, but he wanted the real thing, I felt Jesse’s dick growing, moving along my leg, until it lifted off my leg altogether and I felt it flex down every now and again.  He moved it up and started to use it to tickle my balls and around my thighs.  My dick started to slowly grow as he continued this.  I agreed that a blowjob would be awesome, and that I couldn’t wait to get my balls sucked, as that had been my favorite simulation from our last round.  The thought did cross my mind that we might try it, but I wasn’t going to bring it up.  We both kept hinting around it, until Jesse finally said, “Let’s just see what it feels like.”  I was nervous and excited.  “OK,” I agreed, “we can just try it.”

Jesse leaned down and very softly touched his mouth to the tip of my dick and then gave it a little lick around the head.  “Wow,” I exhaled loudly.  “Now you try,” he said, moving to his side so I could get up.  I leaned down and licked the tip of his dick, and he looked just as pleased as I had been.  We were both on our sides, my head facing his dick, and his mine.  “Let’s try some more,” he said.  We both leaned down put just the tips of each other’s dicks in our mouths, just barely moving it around.  He licked up the side of my shaft towards the head, and so I did the same.  He went back to licking around my head and I put my mouth back around the end of his dick and started to blow.  It’s hilarious to think about now, but I honestly thought a blowjob involved actual blowing.  

Jesse laughed and I looked up, not sure why he was laughing.  “You don’t actually blow,” he said, “You’re supposed to suck.”  I was a little embarrassed then confused.  “What? Why is it called a blowjob then?” I asked.  He shrugged his shoulders, still laughing.  “That’s dumb,” I said, and seeing the humor in it, gave him some exaggerated blowing, like I was blowing up a raft or something.  “Is it working?” I said, mocking myself, and we both cracked up.  Sucking did make more sense, now that I thought about it, so tried that now instead.  It did feel great to have my dick licked and sucked, and I was turned on that my friend was enjoying what I was doing, too, but neither of us were very good.  We didn’t get very much of each other’s dicks in our mouths and didn’t really know to use our hands to help.  We talked about how good it felt and how we were glad we were able to try it, but I don’t think either of us wanted to admit we weren’t going to be able to cum like this, so I suggested, “Let’s try the balls.”

We both licked each other’s balls tentatively and then went for a little more.  Jesse sucked my balls into his mouth, which was amazing.  I tried to do the same, but couldn’t seem to really get them in as they had tightened up against his body, so just kind of had my mouth on his.  We started to stroke each other’s dicks while still licking and sucking each other’s balls.  As I’m sure you’ve gathered from the story so far, I was now all about my balls.   This was incredibly erotic to me, and I told Jesse I wanted to cum like this.  “Me too,” he said, in between slurps.  He started to play with the area underneath my balls as he jacked me faster.  I mirrored him and then also teased around his butt hole, like we’d done the first time on Friday, circling and applying pressure but not going in.  He took that as a green light, and did the same to me.

I was so aroused at having my balls sucked, that when we started pushing underneath my balls and around my hole, it was game over. I felt the cum rising from my balls and I couldn’t stop it.  Soon I was gasping, “Ahh,” I moaned and emptied my balls onto Jesse’s hand and on his sheets.  I had tried to keep up on him, but was so preoccupied by the experience that my hand had slowed down and I had taken my mouth off his balls.  After catching my breath, I said, “Sorry, let me help you out,” and went back to it, but Jesse got up, saying he wanted to finish this way.  He was on his knees next to my head and put his balls right at my mouth as he jacked himself off.  I licked and sucked, and pushed my fingers back between his balls and hole, and did my best to make it memorable.  “I’m going to cum,” he said, and I sucked harder on his balls and he shot his load across my chest.  

I kept licking his balls until it got too sensitive, and he sat down on the bed, leaning his arm against my chest.  When his breathing had slowed, we looked at each other and didn’t say anything for a few moments.  I was unsure what to say after this had escalated further than I’d imagined.  “I could get used to that,” Jesse said with characteristic understatement.  I laughed, “Yeah, I wouldn’t say no to that” and relaxed.  “I got a hair in my mouth,” I said, trying to get the hair out, “from your hairy balls.”  He laughed, “Wasn’t a problem for me,” and lifted my mostly hairless balls up and down a couple of times.  “You can keep doing that,” I said, nodding towards my balls, “I love how it feels to have my balls tickled.”  He got back on his side and we laid like that for a while, using our finger tips to just graze each other’s balls.  

I could have fallen asleep like that again, except there was knock at the door. “Jesse, you there?” one of his friends said.  We both had a look of panic in our eyes, and I was about to hop down and frantically get dressed, but Jesse grabbed my arm to stop me - luckily he was good under stress.  “I’m on the phone,” he yelled.  “We’re gonna get dinner and go to the movies, wanna come?” his friend asked.  Jesse responded, “I’m not feeling too good, go on without me,” pretty convincingly, I might add.  His friend left after telling him to meet up with them if he felt better, but I was still frozen.  We both breathed a sigh of relief and realized that it was already 6pm and we hadn’t eaten since our early lunch.