Some were very, very kinky. Many of them were kind andthoughtful. All of them collectively were shaping my perspective on myaudience, not to mention... my own self-perspective.My life started to take on more dimension. My vblog, my confessions, mydiscovery, my audience, they were such a potent focal point but I wasslowly gaining life, exploring. The audience would only hear about mytiny adventures in the world, but I was out there, living, and they didn'tseem so tiny to me.The money kept. Being tired I forgot to lock door and slept.I was relaxing when I felt something sensational on my underwear. First it was just a touch and later it moved slowly up and down. I liked it and moaned a little. My eyes were closed and I was enjoying it. I kept my hands on my nipples and pinched them. I caressed my breasts and was moaning. I was like dreaming and having fun. Suddenly I could feel a finger entering from the sides of my underwear and touching my balls. I got an erection immediately. As I attempted to roll over I fell off the bed and I failed to put out my arms and found that the floor was a good right feet from the top bunk I had just vacated. Upon hitting the floor I quickly rebounded and realized I was naked in a women's dorm with a freshman cheerleader from the bottom bunk eye level and staring at my dick. If this were American Pie this would be the point where she was amazed at my package but in real life she was appalled that a senior football player woke her up at. Her slurping sounds filled the room as she gently massaged my scrotum. This “technique” was new from my wife and as much as I wanted to ask her “where is this coming from?”, I decided to enjoy it instead. In relatively no time, I felt that familiar boiling feeling in my balls and felt my cum racing the length of my shaft and pulsating into her greedy mouth. She swallowed all of it this time, slid back up, and without the usual sloppy post blow-job kiss, softly said good night as she faced away.