And before long, on a regular schedule all week. Dorm rooms around campus, morning, noon and night. By the second semester in my freshman year, I had...a dozen guys getting regular service. Each two or three times a week around scheduled classes or nights when I needed to study. It grew to 18 by the end of the year and I had to cut out the pub nights completely. Cocksucking. Getting blown in the 70s was the campus standard for casual sex. At big schools like McGill, gender was much of an issue.. But before I could even think of the implications such an action might have, the assistant knelt down in front of me (not so easy in the small fitting area) and carefully licked the pre cum from the nylon material. I moaned quietly at this new experience. I'd never had another male do anything so intimate to me and is was a most enjoyable experience. He then continued tracing the outline of my cock through the material with his tongue, working now from the head back towards my balls and back. He started jacking faster and saw her eyelids flicker as she slowly recovered. She realized what he was doing and gave him a dreamy smile. “Hold it right there mister.” She whispered. “There is no way I’m going to let you masturbate after what you did for me!”She pushed herself up and moved unsteadily onto her knees. She faced him and smiled. “Stand up babe. Stand up and fuck my mouth as hard and fast as you want. Don’t stop until you’ve pumped every last drop of cum deep in my. Tears fell down my cheeks even as my tongue licked back up his fully erect shaft. A chair scraped on stone then creaked, Shevoin sitting. My lips engulfed the tip of my father's cock, bringing a slight groan from his lips.“There were fluctuations with the lodestone,” Shevoin rasped. I pictured the older Thosian man, his hair gray. Tall and lean, with a rasp brought about by his pipe smoking.“Is this a problem?” asked my father as I slid more and more of his cock into my mouth. My tongue danced.