In college there was this hot men's room that I visited often. It was convenient too as I had most of my classes in the building. Here's the story of one of my experiences there.
After class one day, I was really horny and needed a hot dick. So, I headed to my favorite hot spot on campus. Walking in I saw that one stall was already occupied. Wait..let me start a bit earlier. There was this guy in one of my classes who was beautiful. He was from South America and dark and hairy. I would drool over him every day, and I had the feeling he was staring at me too. Anyway, I went into the center stall, dropped my pants and sat down. I was already slightly hard as I was so damn horny. After waiting a few minutes to see if the guy in the next stall was leaving or stroking, I slowly leaned down to get a better look. All I saw were hairy legs shaking a bit. Oh yeah, this guy was strokin' it.
I took my cock in hand and began to stroke..thinking of the hot hairy dude in the next stall. I kept leaning down seeing what he was doing. His legs were shaking and you could hear the up and down strokes of his meat. I was hoping he would lean down. Usually when guys are strokin in the john, they aren't doing it to cum by themselves. I kept wishing I could see his face. Those hairy legs made me think of that hot student.
Suddenly he leaned down and shoved a piece of paper underneath the stall wall and it was obvious what he was after.
His talents as a trumpeter were unequaled in his high school, as was his running abilities. But John had been hiding a secret for years, afraid to let anyone know. I'd met John through some friends in high school and he seemed like a pleasant enough guy. He said that sounded like a good idea and agreed.
At first that's all it seemed he wanted. He'd call me his ginger boy - for obvious reasons. He was a guy of about seventy and somehow really turned me on, and me? I was only twenty but as Badger would say, a real handful - and I knew what he meant. I shall never know why but he gave me the time of my life in his small front living room in Chelsea. It's funny how it all started really.
At the time I was at the age when I was hard up all the time for sex and I knew I leaned more towards guys so when my folks mentioned it I started packing my suitcase. My roomates name was Rick and was a real good looking guy. We hit it off instantly and became best of friends overnite...
Cold where we live, its warm in Costa Rica. There are nice little villas that one can rent right at the beach that are cool. Birds and monkeys will be cavorting in the trees, and flowers are everywhere. Hot, humid weather always makes me horny, which Ryan is counting on, I suppose. He wins. We are walking along the beach at about midnight.
As I went inside the building the attendant said for me to strip naked in the locker-rooms. I went into the locker-rooms and stripped naked and put my clothes in the locker. The only thing insight was a towel on a hook outside of the sauna rooms and seeing everybody was men I just shrugged my shoulders. What I didn't know was this was a bathhouse for gay men.
A place in Reno, Nevada that is clean and well taken care of. A gay bathhouse with private rooms, two glory hole rooms, a steam room, and more. I was taken there by a good friend of man named Bobby. He was more than a friend, he was a fellow bisexual married man, who had allowed me to accept my bisexuality, and had also been the first man I had been with sexually in years.
I kick with my feet in the frothing hot spa water and my trunks ride the jet stream to the surface. Slap them onto the concrete beside the spa. Feels mighty fine to be buck naked in the hot water. The motel pool/spa room closed at ten. But when I tried my room keycard, the green light blinked and the door opened. I kept the lights off so as not to be noticed. Then I have the place to myself.
I report for my first day at the construction site. I head over to the site manager's cabin, to see what I should do. The site manager tells me that he will get one of the lads to show me around and that I would be able to poke about here, there and everywhere.
This kid that I refer to as the bibleboy. He always carried a bible around until we met. First time we met my cock as almost exploding out of my work overalls. I noticed him glancing at it. He noticed how big it was and I was sure I would fuck him so hard.
I passed it underneath the stall and grabbed my dick again. Stroking up and down it was growing and getting real hard. I hadn't cum in a while so you could really smell the musk from my crotch.
I saw a hand again and I grabbed the paper.
"Yeah, you can take a look at my cock. But first I'm going to suck that meat of yours until you explode."
That made me move quickly so I leaned down, placing one kneel on the floor and looked under the stall wall to watch him beat that hot cock. He had a beautiful cock, nice big balls and I really wanted to suck it. God I was so hard.
He motioned under the stall that he wanted me to stick my cock underneath the wall. Cool, I thought..love to get sucked.
He took my cock in hand and jerked it slowly. It felt soo good. He played with my hole and squeezed my balls until I was really moaning.
Then he leaned down and took my hard meat in his hot mouth. I didn't care if anyone could come in. Who cared when you were so damn horny and a hot dude had your throbbing manmeat in his mouth.
"Suck it. Yeah suck it."
He moaned while he sucked down to my pubes. He seemed to love cock and couldn't get enough of my shaft. Then he reached underneath my balls and began to massage my pussy hole.
"Tell me what you want faggot. Tell me.", he begged.
"Suck my meat and then I want you to get down and eat my hole. I need you to lick my musky hole. Inhale the man scent and beg for more."
"Oh yeah, that's what you want me to do. Yeah dude, you are really turning me on with your hot hairy body and man scent. Love it. Can't get that from my girlfriend. Only from faggots like you."
Everytime he said "faggot", I jumped. That really turned me on when he talked like that. REALLY turned me in. I loved to talk really dirty, even if it sounded like some bad porn movie.
He kept sucking my cock, licking the shaft, bobbing up and down on the head, licking my balls. I just kept getting harder and harder and knew I couldn't take much more without nutting a massive manload down his throat. To slow things down I pulled out of his hot mouth and turned around so he could get at my ass.
"Eat my hole!"
He dove right in and licked for all he was worth. His tongue felt so good, but I actually needed more than that tongue up there. In the bathroom though it was usually better to just stick with sucking and jerking. Too much activity in and out to get a dick up an ass.
He loved licking it and he kept moaning and telling me how good it tasted and smelled. That got me even hotter!
By now I couldn't take it anymore so I turned back around and shoved my dick under the wall.
"Suck it and make me blow my hot load"
I rammed my rod in his mouth and began to fuck his mouth. In and out it went faster and faster.
"Tell me what I am," I begged.
"You're a faggot who needs a man up his ass. You are a cock whore."
God I wish we could get together somewhere else. He could fuck me so hard....
I rammed my cock in once more and could feel the cum boiling in my balls. He sucked harder and harder and harder...
UNTIL..
I could feel the orgasm surging up my cock, higher and higher. It felt like every load I'd ever shot was in there. Higher and higher..
UNTIL I BLEW my load.
"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhh."
I can't describe how that felt. BEST orgasm in my life. Oh it was so hot and I must have cum more than ever before.
I went out earlier in the evening and bought a six pack to keep me warm on that cold December night while I visited chat room after chat room on the Net looking for a hot cyber date. Little did I know, this night would not be like all of the other nights alone with my PC. And apparently my online love interests thought so as well as they told me on numerous occasions.
. . Down his throat, humping against his face, holding him tightly against my exploding cock, grunting with each spurt of hot fluid, I felt the enormous release, the joy of completing an act I had only dreamed of until tonight. Finally, after a few small surges of cum, I was finally empty and he had sucked it all down, swallowed all my love juices.
I gather the most pleasure from having a nice hard cock in my mouth and a man forcing me to suck it. To understand why this is you have to look at where it all began. It all began when I was just thirteen. I spent the summers with my mom at our cottage in the valley. The cover read "Slaves to Cock".
I was at work awaiting my first patient. You see this was going to be my new business as a masseuse. A man walked in the front entrance and introduced himself to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Brad Phillips.". My receptionist says "Welcome to 'Pleasurable Relaxation' Mr Phillips, have a seat. Doctor Michaels will be with you shortly."
The cordless phone haphazardly lying right next to me in bed rudely awakened me. Not the sound you want to hear after a long hard night of partying with the boys. Not out of the norm for a 21-year-old college student, "Hello"? I grumbled into the receiver. "Wake up Collin, it's 11 o'clock for God's sake!" Ryan said jokingly. I slipped off my CK's and started the water. Fuck, I needed that.
It was obvious it was one of thousands that had been mostly left to rot when the interstate passed it by. No self-service in this place. Matter of fact, I was beginning to think there was no service at all when a sleepy looking dude in baggy overalls shuffled toward the car.
It musta been almost 100 degrees out there, and we were playin for over an hour. Even though it was really hot, though, seein all my friends out there, with their hot, sweaty, muscular bodies jumpin all over the beach, I was horny as hell. So, while all the guys went diving into the ocean, I jogged back up to the cottage we were renting, happy to find nobody else there.
Xavier was fast but I kept up. He'd just broken a sweat me, I was dripping. Swerving off down into a gully Xavier suddenly tried to break away but with determination and a laugh I was soon close on his heels. I'm sure he felt the anticipation of what might be coming, running to win and running to some privacy was a thought he must have also had.
I report for my first day at the construction site. I head over to the site manager's cabin, to see what I should do. The site manager tells me that he will get one of the lads to show me around and that I would be able to poke about here, there and everywhere.
There was an instant bond between us. He was a cross country runner and had a hard, lean, muscular body that immediately gave me a hard-on the moment I first laid eyes on him. Our friendship grew and we spent most of our time together throughout our first year of college. Our first sexual encounter, though, happened during the summer after that first wonderful year.
That was Sunday, his birthday. He'd come out to his parents, and in return, they taught him his first lesson in the true meaning of the word "Out". Out of the closet, and into the streets. Those were words he'd cheered barely three months ago, on National Coming Out day. It was now mid-December. Glenn was glad for the warm day that had just passed. It melted most of the previous days' snow.
The first time I saw him, I was intrigued. The second time, I was definitely interested. And by the time the midterm exam rolled around, I'd lost track of the number of times I'd seen him, but I sure as hell knew I wanted to see more -- because if I didn't, my prick was going to fall off from all the pulling I gave it.
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