“I miss sucking cock.”

That’s the gist of the complaint which I’ve recently been proclaiming to all and sundry; read: my friends and lovers back at College. Over the summer, while I was with the Emperor and K and the Actor, I definitely had my fill of pussy, but haven’t swallowed a man’s tool since… spring. (No, the Actor is not biologically female or female-presenting. He’s just not comfortable with our activities going beyond handjobs and fingering.) I’ve heard a lot about women disliking blowjobs and how it’s so much work and it’s difficult and it’s tiring – I agree with all of those things, but I still fucking love giving blowjobs. Silky, smooth, warm skin between your lips; the gentle throb of arousal; the ecstatic moans; and finally the hot, salty spurts of come filling your throat and spilling out of your mouth to run down your chin… Yeah. I love giving blowjobs.

I satisfied my cockhunger this weekend – and, as usual, I didn’t do it with Basil or Bajan-guy, like I expected – but with Cute-Tripmate, who I’ve never even mentioned, just Twittered about.

Yesterday night found me hanging out with Cute-Tripmate’s room-mate, who’s also a tripmate from our college. Chatting, gossiping, drinking – good times. He tells me that Cute-Tripmate has been going on a shit ton of dates with various Caribbean girls, but none of them have really amounted to anything, and that he’s actually on one right now… A few minutes later, Cute-Tripmate calls the other guy on his cell phone, saying that he’s heading back to the dorm and wants to go out and get hammered. We assume that the date has not gone well. His roommate invites me along, and soon we’re at the nearby pub, where some guy is having a birthday and keeps buying us drinks.

We start gossiping about people on our trip again, and I’m really happy because Cute-Tripmate says that he wishes that him, me, his room-mate, and Jesus-of-Nazareth were the only people on the trip… i.e. he likes me! A big deal to me because I tend to be really pessimistic and assume most people dislike me – Cute-Tripmate was definitely one of ‘most people’.

Of course, the topic of sex eventually comes up. (Come on, stick three sexually frustrated college students together, what do you get?) I come out as bisexual and, interestingly, Cute-Tripmate asks if I’m that or pansexual, and I say yes, I actually am pansexual! Except that I use the label ‘bisexual’ since more people know what it is (not a very good reason, I know). Even more interestingly, he comes out as bi as well – or maybe heteroflexible is the more correct term. Basically, he seems himself marrying a woman, but ‘for now,’ he’s open to pretty much anything, i.e. he’s gone as far as oral with a guy before.

Throughout the night we’re subtly – and not so subtly – flirting with each other. All the classic, cliche moves. He sits next to me and stretches his arm behind me. I laugh a little too much at his stories. He grumbles about ‘not seeing any action below the waist’ and I knock back my drink and say “dude, seriously, you only have to ask” and he gives me a bemused smile.

By the time we’re ready to leave, I’m only the lighter side of tipsy, but I’ve lost track of how many beers Cute-Tripmate has had. He’s pretty buzzed. On the way back to the dorm, he makes half-joking, suggestive comments and slings his arm around me, lightly touching my waist, my hips. It’s 3am when we finally get back, but he gently nudges me towards their room, saying that none of us are going to go to sleep yet anyway.

Me on Cute-Tripmate’s bed, his roommate on his bed, and Cute-Tripmate sitting on his desk chair with his feet propped on the bed. I’m wearing a long skirt, and somehow we end up playing footsie under it. I run my foot up his calf and he touches my ankles, the inside of my knee, with his toes. I don’t look at him, just talk like nothing out of the ordinary is going on.

Yes, his roommate is still there, and seeing as it’s 3a.m. he isn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon. I’ve neglected to mention that we’re all in one room doubles (i.e. two people in one room, no dividers or privacy really). How frustrating! And not to mention, how awkward, seeing as I know his roommate is somewhat attracted to me as well, but I’m not at all interested, unfortunately…

Eventually, Cute-Tripmate declares that he has to take a shower and ‘jokingly’ says I can come if I want. I say that I’ll think about it and Cute-Tripmate ‘takes that as a no’ and leaves.

Left in the room with his roommate, I give him a very sheepish look and say that I’m going to leave.

[Him: You're going into the shower, aren't you.
[Me: No. I’m going to leave to go to… the toilet. *meaningful look* Are you annoyed??
[Him: Naw, it’s cool…

Ahh, I feel kind of bad… but Cute-Tripmate’s gorgeous body is waiting for me in the men’s showers. Seeing as it’s 3a.m., it’s deserted, and the sound of me opening the door is loud and obvious.

[Me: So... were you serious about what you said?

Cute-Tripmate peers at me from over the shower-cubicle door, then opens it and pulls me in enough to take my hand and place it on his cock – which is completely hard.

[Him: What do you think?

He pulls me in fully and closes the door. I strip down to my underwear. Cute-Tripmate is absolutely and gloriously naked. I have to admit I’ve spent a substantial amount of time checking him out. When I first met him I didn’t find him particularly hot, but over time I noticed the wiry swimmer’s muscles, leanness, completely smooth and hairless chest, slight curve in the waist, how his spine tapers to his round ass… Once we were at the beach and he hadn’t brought a suit, so he just went swimming in his boxers, and when he got out of the water… shit, I could see practically everything, I had to try so hard not to stare…

Now I can stare as much as I want. The first thing I notice is that he has the longest and thickest cock I have ever seen. Don’t get me wrong – I’m a staunch supporter of the maxim ’size isn’t everything’ and love diversity in penises but – Jesus.

The water in the shower is perfect for making out - cold but not ice-cold, pressure not that strong. We kiss and I run my hands over his broad shoulders, his back, his waist… when my hand touches his cock, he gasps. It’s been a long time for him, too.

He’s unclasping my bra and easing me out of my panties in a matter of seconds. He rubs my clit and I take his cock in my wet hand and pump; slowly. My hand looks small against him. We’re still kissing madly, and I lick and kiss his neck, his shoulders – bite him, but he mutters “no marks.” At one point I press my fingers into the base of his neck; into his hair, and pull – snapping his head back. And he makes the loudest moan yet. So I do it again. And since he can take a little pain, I suck one of his nipples into my mouth and bite – not hard, but enough to make him squirm. I like his moans – they’re vulnerable and honest and soft and hard all at the same time. I’m moaning too – uncharacteristic of me; I’ve gotten louder over time. I worry that someone will come in – late as it is – and hear the unmistakable sounds of our sex.

He pushes a finger into me. God, that’s what I’ve been missing. Long male fingers; curling and twisting inside me. My legs are trembling and I’m forced to brace myself against the door. He pushes in and out of me deliciously, inexorably, and I cling onto his shoulders, hiding my face in his neck, losing track of when I’m coming, and how many times…

And then he asks me the one question I’ve been waiting to hear all night – will you suck it?

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, I’m kissing down his body and then I’m on my knees, closing my eyes and taking him into my mouth. For somebody who’s been out of practice for months, I’m surprised to find that I’ve actually gotten better. While before I had to conciously make myself hollow my cheeks and suck, now it’s natural – almost like second nature. I ease as much of him as I can down my throat, and try my best to hold off the gagging, but my throat still spasms around him once or twice. Meanwhile my hands are grasping the rest of his cock; touching his balls and inner thighs and gorgeous ass. When I go to move my hand from his ass he holds it there; and I smirk and squeeze hard.

Faster. Faster. Finally. The unmistakable shuddering. Hot jets of semen on my tongue. I keep him in my mouth as he comes, still moving but slower, slower – until he’s done. My mouth is full of his come. I spit it out – shower-water washes it away – and I stand up. He’s still panting, leaning onto the wall with one hand, and I hug him, let him lean on me.

He’s still hard. We grin at each other while he messes around with the water, trying to get it cold enough so he’ll get soft. Then we dry off, I get dressed, and we stand in front of his door awkwardly, hoping that his roommate is asleep.

Music is coming from inside the room – looks like roommate is still awake. Cute-Tripmate stands outside for about a minute trying to wipe the big stupid smile off of his face. We go in, I retrieve my cell phone and keys, say good night and duck out as quickly as I can.

The next day, I’m talking to my dad on the phone and he realizes that my voice sounds funny. Deeper, scratchier. “Do you have a sore throat?” He asks. Wow. I thought that only happened in bad adult fanfiction. I tell him that no, I do not have a sore throat.

And I realize that my flip-flops are missing. I must have left them in Cute-Tripmate’s room. Looks like I’ll have to go back and get them…