Foiled Campus Fuck

Without giving away too much about my schedule, I'm stuck on campus for a couple hours several times a week. If I lived in a dorm it wouldn't be a problem, but I don't, so there's not enough time to go home and come back. The off time is what caused me to start using bathrooms on campus and allowed me to meet Cruiseboy, so I can't say that I'm complaining about it.

I said last week that I was starting to get bored and needed to find a good time, so sure enough I posted an ad on Craigslist specifically naming a certain place on campus and a certain time of the day. I posted the same ad not too long ago and didn't get any replies that I thought deserved following up on, but this time I got several responses from guys who looked pretty hot. I talked to several and we discussed some pretty hot times in the bathroom of this certain building in my off time...I was super excited and couldn't wait.

One guy was especially interested in making plans and was basically willing to be there whenever for whatever. His pics and stats were super hot, so I figured I had a winner. He was into everything I was into and said we'd have a super hot time together. What wasn't to like? We set up a time and agreed to meet up in the bathroom. He told me he'd be wearing flip flops and waiting for me in the stall.

The day came. I went to class, nearly fell asleep out of boredom, and after I got out I bounded toward a particular place on campus where I soon expected to meet a hot guy for some very hot fun. My class had gotten out early, so I was way ahead of the meet time, unfortunately. I found something to do and killed time until the meet time was a few minutes away.

Just thinking about it got my cock hard. With all the work and all the moving stuff I've been doing, I was really looking forward to the excitement of another hookup in a campus bathroom. I waited for my dick to go down, which took a few minutes, and then I got up and headed for the meeting place.

It's late in the semester, so the number of people on campus has been in steady decline. The halls of the building were even more deserted than they usually are, which meant our chances of having to stop or getting caught were lower than they otherwise would be. That got me even more excited!

I eventually came to the bathroom door, pulling it open and heading for the stalls. I saw a pair of flip flops almost from the door--the guy was here!

I got to my stall, closing the door and hanging the backpack up on the hook, sitting down on the toilet.

Here's where things took a dive. The feet in the flip flops were in really awful shape--absolutely gross. There's no way this person should have been wearing flip flops (no offense intended to anyone who doesn't have perfect feet--I certainly don't, but they aren't horrible). They feet didn't seem to match the young and hot guy I'd seen pics and stats for either. I was starting to get pretty suspicious. Either the guy I talked to hadn't shown up yet or some old guy was trying to trick me into thinking he was a hot college stud.

In answer to the question, the flip flop at the edge of the stall soon started to rock up and down. If this wasn't the guy I had talked to, it was someone else cruising. Since campus was so lightly populated at this time of the day, I had to doubt that it was coincidence.

Well, I guess a person shouldn't be judged by their cover, or their feet, so I decided to play along and see what happened. I moved my foot in response, and we traded the movements a few times.

Then the guy's fingers appeared under the stall. He was clearly a seasoned cruiser and knew what he was doing.

"Hey man," I greeted. "We talk on Craigslist?"

"Yeah," a gruff voice greeted.

I doubted it belonged to a hot boy. There was only one way to know for sure. "Come over!" I ordered.

"Just looking for anonymous, dude," the guy in the stall answered.

"So I can't see you?"

"No, just anonymous," he answered.

All doubts in my mind were confirmed. The feet, the fingers, the voice, and the anonymous demand all suggested some old guy had tricked me into meeting here and thought I was going to suck his cock or do even more.

I was horrified. I've had some bad experiences with meeting people, but honestly I have to say no one has ever tricked me about their age or appearance.

I got up and grabbed my backpack, heading out of the bathroom outraged.

That was that. I spent the rest of my free time as I normally would. The guy never e-mailed or IMed me later in the day. I haven't heard anything else from him, which means that my suspicions must have been 100% correct.

I have nothing against old guys cruising. Everyone wants to get off...there's nothing wrong with that. There are tons of young guys who are into old guys...I see posts for them all the time, and I even know some in real life. I don't understand why some guys want to lie about who they are. It makes no sense! When you meet up with someone, they're going to realize you lied, and they probably aren't going to do anything with you! If you post with real stats and your real age, you'll probably get some twink who wants to be your slave for a night and calls you daddy. Why lie!?

It makes no sense to me and it was a huge disappointment, but I'm trying not to get too discouraged. I only have a couple weeks of school left to go, so the opportunities available to try again are quite limited. I think I'm going to make a new post and do it though... hopefully with better results. :)

Bareback Twink Bottom

Ahhhhhhh. I am one satisfied boy. ;-) I'm sorry this post took so long, but it's drained four loads out of me as I've attempted to write it. One the night of, one the next day, and two earlier today. I like to write story posts when I'm horny because they wind up being a lot more interesting! If I write them when I'm feeling satisfied they end up as "We met. I fucked him. Shot in his ass. It was hot." That's boring, so I try not to do that to you guys. ;-) So it took a couple days, but here you go.

I texted Twinkbottom a few hours after we traded messages back and forth. Apparently he was stuck hanging out with friends having a boring time, which meant he didn't want to leave me alone. I'm assuming he's probably always just as needy, but that's Ok...I only have a few chances a year to possibly have to deal with him anyway.

I sent him another message today a couple hours before the appointed time to ask if we were still on, and he said yes, that he couldn't wait to feel me fucking and filling his hole. Oh yeah. :)

I took a shower, grabbed my backpack (just in case), and was pretty much out the door. The campus in question is a short distance from my house (which is exactly why I don't go to school there), so it was a quick trip. Parking was extremely easy given the time of day, so I don't even have that to complain about! I had figured out where I was going earlier in the day, so I pretty much knew exactly what to do.

It was a decent library, a few stories tall. There were only a few people coming in and out or sitting outside, which was a good sign. I headed inside and tried to figure out how to get to our appointed meeting place. I had to consult a map...yeah, I guess I'm a dork. But after that it only took me 5 minutes.

The people in the library were concentrated at the computers or near windows with tables, other places seeming rather empty. Sure enough, the location he suggested was entirely dead. I won't say what it is, but let's just agree that there's a good reason for no one to be there...it has to be insanely boring and/or useless stuff!

I grabbed a table and sat my backpack on the floor. I was a few minutes past meeting time and he still wasn't there. Time to text.

Me: you on your way?
BBTwinkBottom: yea parking now boo
Me: cool, see you in a few minutes then! :)
BBTwinkBottom: o yea

I got another long look around and started going through my recent text messages. They weren't very exciting, but they were better than sitting around doing absolutely nothing. Seeing the messages from the twink I was about to meet also got me a little excited about what we were about to do! ;-)

After a few minutes I heard someone approaching, and just as promised, there he was. 5'10", thin, short brown hair, dark tan, and smooth skin. He was wearing a tshirt and athletic shorts with a pair of leather flip flops, complete with a cute little anklet.

"Hey," he said with a smile, easily recognizing me from the pics he had seen. His voice was pretty high and as stereotypical as they come, but that wasn't a problem.

"Hey." I stood up and we kissed right there. No one around... might as well.

"Fuck you're hot!" he whispered with glee.

"You too!" Oh yeah, he was...exactly what I needed.

We kissed again. He opened his lips for my tongue, which I slid inside. He was an awesome kisser, giving me some incredibly hot tongue action. I felt his hand on my cock, which was now hard hard beneath my shorts. I felt his, and it was just as hard.

"You ready?" he asked, taking a look around.

"Yeah."

A devious little smile appeared on his face. "You want to do it here?" He gripped my cock again.

I was super tempted, but there was no way I could enjoy the sex with the possibility that someone could walk into this part of the library at any time. Especially if there were cameras... I hadn't seen any, but I guess you never know.

"Better not risk it," I suggested, picking up my backpack and slinging it over a shoulder.

He didn't seem to mind, just nodding his head. Our lips met and our tongues danced some more. After a minute he broke the kiss, smiled, and turned toward our new destination.

"Have you fucked there before?" I asked as we walked.

"Yeah, a couple times."

Fuck. That just made me want to jump on him, strip him, and plow him right in the little hallway we were in.

"Hot..."

"Almost gotten caught once. We were fucking behind a shelf when we heard someone come in."

"Who was fucking you?"

"Hot frat boy," he answered matter-of-factly.

We came to a bathroom, both of us walking inside. It was empty, with a huge handicap stall at the back.

I grabbed my twink and shoved my tongue into his mouth, putting my hands on his ass.

He moaned a little, sliding his tongue against mine with hot lust. This boy wanted his ass ripped to shreds.

I slid my hands up his shirt, feeling a layer of hard muscles on his stomach and chest. He had to live at the gym for them, I'm sure, but muscle is always fucking hot. I unbuckled his belt and got beneath his shorts and the little briefs he was wearing, feeling a firm ass. I spread his cheeks apart and rubbed a finger over his hole. I couldn't feel a single hair anywhere on his ass, cheeks to hole.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned longingly, his hands gripping my cock beneath my shorts. Our making out got more vigorous...the hormones were on full blast.

I released him and pulled him back to the stall, setting my backpack on the ground and closing the door behind us. Our mouths were locked together again in no time, his hands working to pull my shorts off. They fell down with my underwear, my hard dick standing perfectly straight and pulsing. I stepped out of the shorts and set them on top of the backpack, still trying to be mindful of where we were.

He was going to go for my cock, but I shoved him against the wall instead, my dick poking into his body.

"Fuck boo, this is so hot!"

"And I'm not even inside you yet," I pointed out, grinning.

A look of ecstasy spread over his dumb little face, which got my lips pressed against his again, sucking face at full force.

I yanked his shorts off and added them to the pile, leaving his underwear on. They were cute little Ginch Gonch briefs, which for whatever reason I love. Hot underwear makes me drool. ;-) Anyway, they were way too small for his cock, which was literally poking out, but still very nice. The main color was white, so they formed a super hot contrast with his tanned skin, which was also perfectly smooth...there's no way he didn't wax. I don't like always like a perfectly smooth twink, but on him, it was fucking hot.

I pushed him back into the wall, my raging dick pressed against his through his underwear and up to his chest.

"Oh god! Your cock feels soooo big!"

I peeled his briefs off, an 8 inch cock springing out. It was just as big as his profile had promised, not as thick as mine, but still pretty nice. I got down and took it straight into my mouth, not bothering to tease him first...I was ready to just shove my dick into his ass.

He moaned pleasantly while i worked his meat, his hands wandering through my hair, over my head, and on my shoulders. His cock tasted great, precum flowing freely out of the head...extremely sweet.

His foot was right below me, so I adjusted slightly and was in range to rub my cock up against it while I sucked him. He didn't object, so I rubbed my cock against his cute little foot with precum leaking out all over it.

"I'm going to cum if you don't stop," he warned.

I pulled my mouth off, giving him a little jerk with my hand. He moaned, his eyes closed.

"Turn around," I ordered.

His eyes fluttered open and a grin appeared on his face. "I'm yours boo." He spun around, sticking his ass out into my face. It was tanned and totally hairless, a tight pink hole visible between his cheeks. I pulled them apart and dove my tongue at his hole, eliciting a big moan from the twink bottom. He tasted perfectly clean, a little soapy... he must have taken a shower right before he left.

"Ohhhhhhh," he groaned, pressing his hands up against the wall.

That only encouraged me to work harder, so I strarted probing inside with tongue, jabbing it as deeply as I could.

"Oh fuck!" he whimpered. "Fucking eat my ass baby! Ohhhhhhhhh!"

He had pressed back as far into my face as he could go. I worked my tongue on him for a few more minutes, listening to him whimper the whole time, obviously eager for me to shove my thick 8 inches into him.

I stood up, stroking my cock and pressing it against his hole.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

"You want this inside you?"

"Yeah boo, I want you to fuck my ass so hard."

I pressed the head against his hole, but it only sank in an inch.

"Lube me up," I suggested, backing up.

He turned around and got down on the floor, licking along my cock and looking up into my face. He sucked for a minute, obviously to lube and not to suck. He spit on it a few times, evening it out with a quick jerk of his hand. In an instant he was back on the wall, arms pressed against it with his ass sticking out toward me.

This time my dick slid straight into his smooth hole, the inches steadily sliding inside. He was opening up without much resistance but still tight as fuck, whimpering the whole time. It was very easy to see what this little cumwhore wanted, and I Wasn't going to hold back.

I started fucking him at my top strength, my cock diving in and out of his ass without mercy. He was obviously enjoying it, his noises as loud as they could be without us worrying about attracting attention.

Fucking this hot muscle twink raw in a library bathroom was enough to get me going, but having him pushed against the wall whimpering like a needy bitch with each stroke of my cock...that was enough to put me on the edge after just a few minutes of being inside him. I slowed my pace and took it easy, but it didn't take long for the orgasm to creep up again.

I figured more spit would help. I pulled my dick out of him, which caused him to make a really needy noise. I was out for one second and he was already begging for me to go back in!

"Want to lube me up again?"

He flipped around almost instantly, going to the ground and ravenously taking my cock into his mouth again. This time he took his time, giving me a decent round of head. The noises he made bobbing up and down suggested he was enjoying the taste of his ass and our spit. There's nothing hotter than a bottom who loves to suck your cock after it's been fucking his ass... or flip it around, there's nothing better than sucking a cock that's been in your ass, I love it too! ;-)

After a couple minutes he lifted off and resumed his position. I smacked his ass a few times and pushed him toward the toilet.

"Let's fuck with your legs on me," I suggested.

He greedily obliged, taking his position on the toilet and lifting his legs up into the air. I bent down and gave his ass a few more licks, which had him whimpering again. Now it tasted like an ass, fucking delicious. After a minute I was back up and standing between his legs. I pulled his flip flops off, stashing them on top of the tank, and pulled one foot to my chest and one to my mouth. They were as tanned as the rest of his body, and well-manicured, the anklet he was wearing sliding up his leg.

Slight problem. The toilet wasn't high off the ground like the one I'd been fucked on in the bathroom on my campus, but I figured we could make it work. I got between his legs and stooped down a bit, my legs sticking out. It wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was good enough to slide my cock in.

I entered his hole like it was a loose pussy, instantly pushing my whole length right into the tight warmth of his hole.

"Fucking hot ass," I muttered. We were in closer contact than this position usually allowed, so I could feel a lot more of the heat pouring off of his body than I normally could, and I assume it was the same for him. I made out with him again, hungrily flicking my tongue against his and biting down on his lip in a few places. He let out a moan with each of the bites, so I could imagine the intense look on his face as I bit down on him with my cock plowing his tight little butt.

"Fuck me! Use me like your bitch!" he moaned.

"Fucking bottom cumslut," I answered with a rough stroke

I held his legs and jammed my cock into his hole as hard as I could, sliding it to the balls each time. He was whimpering constantly now, the sounds matching my strokes. I could feel sweat starting to drip down my forehead and on my back, his ass feeling even hotter and more inviting. By now I could pull my cock all the way out of him and his hole would stay open, white remnants of our spit caking out and covering my cock before I shoved it back inside.

It was so fucking good. The look on his face was pure bliss, which just drove me to be even more of an animal and fuck him even harder.

My life being the way it is, the door opened here. I froze, a little stunned, but I pulled my cock out and got my legs into a normal position. I pushed a finger into my twink's ass, bending down to make out with him.

Whoever cam in started to piss, and after a minute they passed back out the door.

Our tongues broke apart and I stood on my toes to slide my cock into his mouth. He slobbered on it, giving it another jerk to make me good to go.

"Keep fucking me boo," he pleaded.

I stooped back down and entered his ass again, spit and sweat allowing me to slide straight in.

I pounded and he whimpered, jerking his cock hard. I knew I wasn't going to be able to last much longer, so I let him have the roughest pounding I could deliver, my cock slipping all the way out and plowing balls deep into his ass, stroke after stroke.

He wasn't quiet anymore, instead moaning loudly enough to put us in danger of getting caught. That did it--I was at the edge of the point of no return. I picked his legs up and slammed into him at full force, my balls making a loud slapping sound.

"Going to fucking fill your cunt," I groaned, my orgasm hitting.

"Oh give me your load boo!" he screamed. "Fill my ass!"

My dick swelled up and my orgasm flowed through my entire body. I was making a sound I couldn't even control as the cum splattered out of me, shot after shot filling his tight hot hole.

"Oh god!" he screamed, giving his dick a final yank. His load flew out, hitting his flip flops, the toilet tank, his face and hair, and finally sputtering out on his chest and stomach.

He wrapped his legs around me, his bare feet digging into my back. I licked the cum off of his face and kissed him, trading it between our mouths.

My cock slipped out of his ass, getting a loud moan from my twink. I knew he had to feel pretty empty now, and I was certain he missed my cock.

I lifted up to normal standing position and pulled him off the toilet. He bent down and cleaned my cock off, licking carefully. It was super sensitive, but I was handling his gentle licks without a problem.

He got up and we made out. I slapped his ass with my hand and grabbed his firm cheeks.

He was so hot. So fucking hot, sweaty and panting--satisfied: his hair was matted down, his tanned skin was gleaming with sweat, his chest heaving up and down. If he hadn't just shot his load I would have bent over and asked him to plow my ass...I didn't even care about how much of a slut he was, he could have fucked me raw and blown his load in my ass.

"I wish every guy could fuck me like you just did," he said softly. It was sweet.

"I wish every guy had an ass as hot as yours was!"

He smiled and started putting his clothes on, grabbing them off my backpack. I picked up his flip flops and sat him on the toilet, sliding them on his feet for him. I know you're probably sick of hearing about my foot fetish, but you don't know how nice his feet were... I couldn't resist another good look!

He stayed in the stall while I got dressed, just staring at me. I slipped my backpack on and we made out again, just getting a final taste of each other. After a couple minutes we broke the kiss and left the stall.

We both washed our hands, casting glances at each other in the mirror.

When we finished I gave him a final kiss, soft and innocent. Then we both passed out the door, finding and empty hallway and a still empty quarter of the building.

We didn't exchange any more words, just grins. At the doors we parted ways.

It was kind of sad...I don't usually find myself so into a guy. I don't know if it was him or being stuck with my family for days and without sex for even longer, but whatever it was I enjoyed it. However fun it was, I knew I wouldn't even have a chance to see him for at least a month and maybe longer.

I got a text not too long later.

BBTwinkBottom: u were so amazing

Huge grin on my face, and I completely agreed.

Rawcollegejockslut: you too! that was so good
BBTwinkBottom: if u lived here i would date u
Rawcollegejockslut: aww...makes me wish i did
BBTwinkBottom: kit [keep in touch] and tell me when ur in town

There's no way I could ever date him because he's not at all what I would want in a boyfriend, but it was super sweet. As often as he's laying on a bed or back on a toilet with his legs spread taking loads, he still has a heart...

I'm sure I'll keep texting him and I don't think I'll hesitate to let him know when I'm home again! What a fucking hot time!

I'll be back at school and hopefully taking a load tomorrow night, so I'll let you guys know what happens as soon as I can. :)

Bathroom #2

Sorry for the light week... I've had a lot of school work again and not much time to have sex. Believe me, I hate it when that happens! Next week will be bad too, but break is coming up... at least I have that to look forward to!

I was starting to think I'd never hear from Brandon ever again (Adam4adam hookup), but that changed. :) I just haven't had the time to do anything about it...planning to change that next week, I think, so there's something you can look forward to reading!

Now then, my second bathroom story... yeah, that's right, I have one to write. :)

I missed my date with Cruiseboy because of class running long, but I figured I would show up the next chance I had to see if he would be there again. This time I got out of class relatively early, so I spent some free time sitting around in the building, wondering if I was going to see this guy again or not.

Eventually the time came--I waited until the same time I had originally gone there the previous week--and I made my way to the bathroom, alone in an empty hallway in the basement of this particular building.

I wasn't really expecting anyone to be there this time, I figured I had screwed up, but the first stall door was closed! I went into the handicap stall, sticking my backpack on the hook and eagerly looking down at the floor. A nice pair of boat shoes (more frat paraphernalia) was on display, two tanned legs radiating upward. It looked like Cruiseboy!

I tapped my shoe, and after a few moments the boat shoe rocked up and down. I was instantly rock hard.

"That you?" I asked, feeling pretty sure it was Cruiseboy in the other stall.

"Hey, bro," he answered.

He stood up, his stall door opening. I open mine, and there he is again, today wearing a tshirt with a pair of plaid shorts.

I let a huge smile out over my face, making it clear that I was happy to see him. "Sorry I missed you the othe day."

"Yeah, sorry bro, a couple of my friends wanted to get lunch and I couldn't say no."

If it was true it was hilarious... we had both missed each other and both showed up the next chance. I wasn't going to say anything though. Instead I dropped to my knees, opening his shorts and pulling out his stiff cock.

"Oh fuck yeah," he breathed. "Been saving up for a few days...gonna feel good down your throat."

I started sucking him off, his hands gliding my head up and down his cock. After a few moments he pulled me off, moving so that he was sitting on the toilet and I was between his legs.

I had been bobbing up and down between his legs for about five minutes, Cruiseboy quietly moaning, running his hands all over my head as I sucked, whispering some encouragement every so often.

The door opened, and I completely froze. Cruiseboy lifted his legs up into the air, pulling me up so that I was standing in front of the toilet. His face didn't suggest that he was too concerned. He looked annoyed, but calm.

We heard a stream of piss start to flow from one of the urinals, which suggested this wouldn't take too long. It was hot to see Cruiseboy with his legs in the air... I really wanted to pull his shoes off and start licking his feet. I studied his face and realized how hot he really was. This guy could have any girl he wanted... the fact that I was just sucking his cock suggested that he was gay and probably didn't want any of them. He was probably in a frat and stuck in the closet. I imagined he dated girls all the time, chatted them up at parties, and maybe even had sex with them on a regular basis to keep up appearances for his frat brothers. Who knows... maybe one day I'll find out more. Our eyes met, but his quickly darted away.

We heard the door a few moments after the pissing stopped, free to continue our fun in the stall.

His legs came down and I started for his cock again, but he brushed me away and got up.

"Switch places," he suggested.

I was delighted... he hadn't sucked me off last time and I wasn't expecting him to do it this time. I guess it was a matter of time more than anything else.

He pulled my shorts and my boxers down over my shoes. "Damn," he said as he stuck them up with my backpack. "Nice dick, bro."

I grinned widely, glad for the compliment. I really hated the fact that I was in contact with the toilet, but it was hot to be naked in front of him.

My cock was still rock hard, probably even harder now that it was my turn. He assumed my former position and starting licking up and down my length. Within moments he was displaying his sucking talent... this certainly wasn't his first time! His mouth was so warm, and he was putting just the right amount of pressure on my cock... it was great. He was taking about 6 inches at a time, sliding it in and out of his mouth.

Cruiseboy pulled his mouth off, jerking my slick cock with his hand. He stopped to lift my legs up, exposing my ass to him.

"You like getting fucked?" he whispered.

I nodded my head, amazed that he had just asked. As soon as I had made my reply his fingers were at my crack, edging along my hole. This was the perfect place to do it too--the handicap stall toilet was higher off the ground than the other one, probably at an almost perfect height for missionary fucking.

"You have condoms?" he asked.

"No." My heart sank.

"Shit," he mumbled, pulling his fingers away.

"You can still fuck me," I suggested.

He looked surprised. "Without a condom? Are you clean?"

"Your choice... I want your cock in me. I got tested in December and was fine then, but I'm taking most of the risk now."

He looked intrigued. "You sure?"

The door opened again, so Cruiseboy stood up.

I nodded and smiled. Another stream of piss started to flow from the urinals.

He spit on his dick, rubbing it around with his hand. Then he spit into his hand, rubbing it against my ass. He slid in a finger, and I closed my eyes.

We heard a flush and water from the sink, then the door again. Time to restart the fun!

Cruiseboy slid his finger out and pressed the head of his 7 inches against my hole. He checked his watch.

"10 minutes before class, we need to hurry. You sure about this, bro?" he whispered.

"Fuck me."

He looked into my eyes and started to press his cock in, adding a few gobs of spit as he worked his 7 inches in. He was thicker than normal, so it really hurt at first. I wanted to ask him to pull out and give me a minute, but I resisted.

He had a look of pure pleasure on his face, grunting as he slid the last inch of his dick into my hole.

"Shit," he whispered, starting to work in and out of me. He wasn't using enough spit for a cock his size, so he was tearing me up, but I didn't even care--it still felt amazing.

He seemed to agree with me on the lube situation, pulling out his cock and spreading some more spit on it and my hole. He slid into me with a lot more ease now, pushing all the way to his pubes with a quick stroke.

It felt incredible. His thick cock was stretching my chute and hitting my prostate pretty well, which had me on edge even though I was just lightly stroking my cock.

"Your hole feels so good, bro. I'm already close." He rested a moment and started fucking me with a medium pace, pushing his whole thick length in and out of my ass. I was moaning as loudly as I thought I could, about to burst.

Cruiseboy started slamming my hole harder, his balls slapping against me.

"Gonna cum," he grunted.

"Shoot inside me," I begged.

He froze for a moment, looking me in the eye.

"Ok, bro." He resumed his forceful fucking. letting out a long series of moans as I felt his cock swelling up inside me.

"Shit!" he yelled, his hot frat batter pouring out of his balls and into my ass. "Oh shit. Shit!" I shot at the same time, moaning as loudly as he had and hitting my face with a few squirts of my cum. His deflating dick slid out.

He used some toilet paper to wipe down his hands, pulling his phone out of his shorts pocket.

"That was fucking amazing. Can I get your number?"

He typed it into his phone, looking up with a smile.

"Alright, bro. I'll text you sometime. Thanks."

He left the stall and ran the water for a few minutes, passing out the door.

I sat up, cum leaking out of my hole. The stall smelled like hot boy sex--cum, sweat, and ass.

I cleaned myself up with the help of half a roll of toilet paper, pushing his cum out of me and pissing before taking my own long trip to the sink. I did the best I could, but I think I still smelled like sex for the rest of the day.

Oh well. It was worth it.

Still no text... I hope that wasn't the last time I get to see him.

My First Bathroom

Now that I finished the Straightboy posts I promised, I can move on to other exciting things. Today the bathroom, which I spent some time in a couple of days ago. ;-)

As I said in my introduction post, I'm not into the whole bathroom sex scene. Anonymous isn't my thing, and hooking up with someone who I've never seen or spoken to in any form before isn't something I've done very often. All that said, I've never really had an opportunity to do anything in a bathroom before this.

Until this semester I was never on campus long enough to have to pee, so I pretty much never visited a campus bathroom. This time around I'm on campus for a lot longer, which means I've gone to pee more than ever before at school.

The bathroom I started off in seemed to almost always have a janitor in it after the first few times I used it, and I find it harder to pee when there's a janitor scrubbing things and the bathroom door is wide open (I hope I'm not the only one). I figured I'd look for another bathroom in the building when I saw the janitor one day, so I walked downstairs and explored the basement until I found one, which was pretty far away from the big classrooms and near some labs or offices or something.

I've had the place to myself for weeks, never seeing anyone else come in or out when I'm there. I'm not into cruising, but yeah, it sure crossed my mind that this would probably be a great cruising spot since it's often abandoned.

This week I went to the bathroom like normal, heading toward the stall because the urinals are always full of piss (I have no idea how its gets there with no one using the bathroom!) and I don't want someone else's piss on me unless they're hot and freshly depositing it. I stopped for a minute, seeing that the door was closed. It had never happened before, so I was shocked.

I got into the handicap stall next to it, seeing a hot, tanned foot in a flip flop in the next stall. The toes were a perfect medium length, and the foot was obviously taken care of pretty well, the nails trimmed nicely and perfectly clean. I really wanted to lick it--I hadn't even stopped to take my cock out yet. Cute feet usually mean cute boy... I'll say it's true 80% of the time. Judging by these feet, this was a cute boy!

Obviously I wasn't going to bend down and lick a random foot though. The last thing I need is to be arrested in a campus bathroom or have some frat boy chase after me asking why I was licking his foot... Ok, those are both unlikely, but threat enough.

He wasn't making any sounds in the stall, so I thought maybe he was here to cruise, but there wasn't a gloryhole or anything and I had no idea what to do to show my interest. He didn't seem to be doing anything to show his...

My cock was rock hard thinking about all of this, which meant I couldn't piss. I tucked it back into my underwear and decided I would just leave, flushing the toilet and walking out. I was disappointed, but I had no idea what to do.

I still had some time before class, so I spent 15 minutes sitting in the building trying to think about something other than sex in order to piss and continue about my business. I still had another hour before my next class would start.

I headed back to the bathroom, going toward my stall to see that the door was closed again. I went for the handicap stall like I had just 15 minutes before, and there was the cute tanned foot again, still sitting in the stall beside me.

Holy shit, this guy must be waiting to get his cock sucked! I still wasn't sure what to do, but I knew I needed to express my interest somehow. I pulled my backpack off and hung it on a hook on the door, pulling a pencil out of a pocket and dropping it as close as I thought I could without risking hitting his foot. It may not be cool or proper, but I thought it would look innocent enough if I was wrong about why he'd been here for at least 15 minutes.

I bent down to pick it up, my hand within inches of his foot. I knew he had to have seen it from the stall. My heart was beating at full speed, and I actually felt kind of sick. I'd never even thought about doing something like this before, despite all of the sex I've had in the past couple of years, and it was insanely tough on my nerves.

Then the foot lifted up and down, the flip flop clacking on the tile. Oh yeah, I was right... this guy wanted something. It would have been hot, but at this point I'm not ready for the anonymous thing. I wasn't going to be doing anything under the stall... maybe someday, but not now.

"Hey," I said kind of quietly.

He didn't answer, but his foot moved up and down again.

"Tell me something about yourself," I suggested.

Silence again. I figured it wasn't going to work, but then he spoke up. "22 and skinny. Big cock." Simple enough and to the point.

"Come over if you want some action." I unlocked the door, pushing it open a bit.

He tapped his foot again. He seemed a little annoyed to me, but then he stood up and I heard the stall door open. I turned around to see mine slowly open, and in stepped a boy, probably about 6' tall and 160 pounds. He had a cute face, his hair short and neatly combed. He was wearing a Ralph Lauren polo with a pair of white shorts, his body darkly tanned, all of which (at least in this state) suggest a boy is probably in a frat. We looked each over other for a moment, and he didn't seem to have a problem with me.

"We going to do this?" he asked with some frustration, closing the stall.

"What if someone else comes in?" I needed to have a plan in case they did. He got in front of me, pushing me away from the toilet and sitting down. He unzipped his pants.

"Just stand up if you hear the door. I'll put my legs up and no one will know there's more than one person here. But no one's ever in here, we probably won't have to do anything." He said it as if it was completely obvious, but it hadn't even occurred to me. I guess I'm just stupid and completely out of practice.

I nodded and he pulled his cock out, a thick 7 inches that was rock hard and obviously aching for release.

"I have class in 10 minutes, so go quickly, bro."

I nodded agains and got between his legs, opening my mouth and taking a few inches of him right away.

He moaned softly, leaning back against the tank. He seemed to respond the best to my tongue, so I ran it up and down his shaft, all over his head, licking his big cock as well as I could. I sucked him for a couple of minutes, tasting a lot of precum that was leaking out of his head. Yum, it was so good!

He pushed me off and stood up, pulling me up the height of his cock and sliding it into my mouth. I got the picture... he wanted to facefuck me. I opened up as well as I could for him, trying really hard not to choke when he slid it all the way back into my throat. I was taking it like a champ, and he was jamming his dick in and out of my mouth pretty hard, moaning softly like he had when I was sucking him. I was working my own cock with full force, jerking it furiously between my legs. This was so hot. He pounded my mouth for a few more minutes, his intensity picking up.

"Yeah, so close, bro," he whispered, speeding up, pulling himself all the way out of my mouth and then sliding right back inside.

"Gonna cum," he moaned, starting to slide out. I pulled him back into me, pushing him down into my mouth. I wanted this load right down my throat.

"Yeah, cumming!" His cock stiffened, my lips pushed almost all the way to his pubes. The cum squirted right down my throat and coated the back of my mouth, several warm spurts that felt pretty big.

He pulled it out, slapping the cum and spit covered dick against my face a few times.

"You were awesome," he assured me, putting his softening cock away and zipping up his pants. "When do you have class again around this time?"

"Tuesday," I answered honestly.

"Meet me here 20 minutes earlier?"

"Yeah, sure!" I was overjoyed.

"See you then, bro." He opened the stall door and pushed it shut behind him. I heard him wash his hands and walk out.

I rolled my tongue around my mouth, enjoying the taste of his cum. Some loads don't taste very good, but his was awesome. I swallowed what was left and shot my own load into the toilet, thinking about what had just happened and the plan we just made.

I finally pissed, washing off my hands and face before I left.

Now I can't wait to see what happens next week. It can't come soon enough!