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I told him that six or more times would earn him an "A", five times a "B", and four times a "C". I embellished his fantasy by suggesting a grading system. We had just finished final exams and Jerry said that he felt the need to take a final exam in Cocksucking-101. One Friday night after going out on the town for a few drinks, Jerry decided that he wanted to see how many times in a row he could suck me off. I didn't stop him and it wasn't long before I was serving him a hot breakfast. One morning I awoke to find him sucking my hard cock. During the week when Mark was around, Jerry and I had to be discrete, but we still managed to get each other off once or twice a day. I even jacked off in his mouth a few times. I hardly ever masturbated after that, and when I did it was almost always with Jerry and for the fun of it rather than out of necessity. It was wonderful having somebody around who couldn't get enough of sucking cock. Neither of us had any sap left in our balls by Monday morning. I enjoyed the feel of his big, greasy cock in my hand and the sight of his cum spitting into the air. Although I was never able to bring myself to give him head, I gave him a hand-job each time he sucked me off. Jerry constantly pestered me to let him practice tooting my meat whistle, and I was always willing to let him do it. 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.