Cooper Abounds with Plenty
Cooper's Cup Is Brimming
Jack Williams and I shared a dorm for the initial three years of college. My name is Jack. We were pursuing engineering degrees, and I was gravitating towards chemicals while Cooper was set on computers.
Cooper was a football player on a scholarship. Measuring 6 feet tall and approximately 225 pounds of solid black muscle, he was a freshman on the football team, aiming to eventually clinch the position of starting tailback. I had been informed about his presence weeks prior to our college life commencement. By peeking at his Facebook profile, I discovered that he had been an illustrious running back in high school. His posts reflected a series of newspaper articles chronicling his achievements. His team had reached the state championship semi-finals, but lost by a minute to the eventual winner.
I showed up early on move-in day. I was stretched out on my bed examining the campus blueprint to familiarize myself with the various locations of my classes. I believed that Cooper would be present soon enough, and we could coordinate navigation for our respective class locations. Although unsure of how much time Cooper would spend at football-related activities, I guessed that he'd be attending lectures like me. He made the decision to reside in this dorm because it was located closer to the Engineering Building as opposed to the dorm situated near the sports complex. His stay at that latter one was about two weeks long due to the mandatory practice sessions.
Around 3 o'clock, the door swung open to reveal a giant black figure holding several boxes. This male was not in fact Cooper. The person standing at the threshold queried, "Are you Jack?"
"Yes," I replied.
He entered the room, depositing the boxes on the floor, and extended his hand. "I'm Carter and a friend of Cooper's."
I stood up and handed him my hand. He clarified that Cooper was queuing for his room key at the front desk. "I thought I'd just test this door instead," he joked.
Seconds later, Cooper lumbered in with more boxes. After shaking my hand and hugging me tightly, he chatted merrily. "Hi, Jack. I'm Cooper, a fellow dorm-mate."
Carter had also been a part of the football team, and had volunteered to assist Cooper in moving his belongings. He was a tall Senior who had been playing as a starter on the offensive line. His imposing frame loomed over my scrawny 5'7" and 140-pound body.
As I teased him, "So you're responsible for blocking Cooper when he's carrying the ball?"
Carter joked, "Actually, since Cooper is taking a year off and I'm graduating this year, he'll be someone else's burden."
Carter had a few more loads to carry in his SUV, hence I descended to assist. Cooper asked me of my plans for the day, and I discussed my intentions of heading out and finding my classrooms. "If you don't mind, Carter and I will tag along. We could also benefit from knowing where we're walking," Cooper suggested.
The trio journeyed onto campus. Carter's extensive knowledge of the university proved useful. We visited the Undergraduate Library. While Cooper and I had previously sighted it during the guided visit, Carter led us to its third floor.
"Follow me down this corridor." Carter led us to a restroom. "In case you're open to receiving oral sex from either gender, this is a spot worth visiting."
Fascinating. I'd not partaken in receiving oral sex previously, but had rendered it on several occasions. I loved women, but the thought of servicing a man could be an option.
Cooper jested, "That sounds interesting. I shall visit this place when I seek a reliable sex partner. I'm intrigued to see what I can experience sexually here."
I glanced at Cooper's crotch, but couldn't discern the dimensions of his masculinity. He sported loose shorts which concealed his physical contours. However, I noticed a bulge in his attire. I stared at Cooper's face; his grin hinted at the exciting possibilities.
After devouring cafeteria food with Carter and Cooper, the trio returned to our room, thanking Carter for his guidance. Carter retreated to his apartment while Cooper and I remained in our quarters.
Logging onto his computer, Cooper seemed aware of my curiosity but wasn't about to take the initiative.
"Hey Cooper, can I call you that? What you said at the Undergrad, was that supposed to be a joke about looking for a cocksucker?"
Turning his attention from the screen, his expression revealed he knew exactly what I was on about."Yeah, that's right. I'd love to find some dude willing to suck me until I find a girl who's interested. This fall schedule is gonna be quite hectic, so I won't have time for romantic pursuits," mentioned Cooper.
What a quaint way to put things, I thought. Miles away from a more casual expression. "I get it, it's clear what you want. I might be willing to give you a helping hand."
Suddenly, Cooper's gaze shifted from his computer to cast a thrilling smile at me. From his browsing, he'd scrolled through my social media. Nothing ever hinted at homosexuality, but damn, wouldn't Cooper love to use me, especially during the football period. He sought Carter's advice regarding a specific bathroom and prepped him for this encounter. Carter knew what Cooper had planned. It wasn't unusual; many football team members had their own designated blowjobs to endure the dry days. Carter confided in Cooper about the restroom, and Cooper had suggested snatching Jack to provide exactly that during his spare time. Carter knew his intentions.
Catherine's ribcage was adorned with ruby bracelets, each symbolizing an accomplishment.
Standing up and lowering his shorts, Cooper reached for a jockstrap, potentially a cup, complacent with his state of excitement. An impressive 9 1/2 inches rose from under the straps, his ejaculate already starting. I gazed up at him uncertainly, unsure of what to do.
"Cooper, we are in school. What if you get hard on the field? Doesn't that hurt?"
He didn't need to explain more. Raising his hand to entice me, he urged,"If you're ready, get on your knees and give my large black cock a try." Positioning a pillow for comfort, he gave further instruction, "It's up to you, if you don't I'll just snap a trip to the restroom."
Definite signals to comply, Cooper pushed my head, unapologetic about my pretense of inexperience. He surpassed any other cock I'd ever sucked, and the following week, I discovered Carter was slightly larger. No matter, the semester would unravel his secrets.
Cooper's underside was licked, and his sack was stroked. Then I alternated between his penis and his scrotum, more concerned with his pleasure. Eventually, I detected his prep for climax. Asking for permission to swallow his seed, he released explosively into my mouth, my previous experience with facials didn't intimidate me. Thus, bolder than before, I showed him the photos of my face, grinning with his precious semen all over me.
When Cooper showed up, it was hard for me to take in his cum fast enough. While I might've made it seem like I was a real cock sucker, I wasn't super experienced, and Cooper's load was much more intense than anything I'd experienced before. He cleaned up the extra cum from my face and licked it off his fingers. He told me, "I'd never expect one of my blowjob enthusiasts to eat something I wouldn't eat myself."
Did this mean he'd be willing to go down on me, too? He cleared that up later, saying he was fine with tasting his own cum, but would never swallow someone else's.
I gulped down a lot of Cooper's cum that autumn, but he eventually found a handful of girls he started seeing regularly. So, my services were needed less often from then on. I was also in a relationship with a woman, which meant I wasn't available as much for Cooper. He never gave me any grief about it. There were some nights when I'd return home from my girlfriend's dorm, where I'd somehow ended up sleeping with her, only to then blow Cooper. On those occasions, Cooper would wait for me to initiate it. He never started it himself.
Cooper and I lived together for the initial three years of college. In our fourth year, a woman and I moved in together. Cooper was a frequent guest at our place. She knew all about me swallowing his member, and eventually, she even took part in it.
The first night we moved in together, Cooper said if I ever wanted to bottom for him, I should let him know. The following spring, he took my anal virginity. That's a story for another post.
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