Max Ch. 02

Jimmy woke me in a panic about four hours later. Susan was on her way over and I needed to get out before she got there. Next thing I know, I'm back in my shirt and cum-stained pants (my underwear was mysteriously missing, I think Rob took it) and headed out the door. At least he had the good idea to tuck a couple joints in my pocket.

It was a fun weekend. We got stoned, we had fun, it doesn't mean we're gay. Jimmy had a girlfriend, for chrissake.

But I kept thinking about it. During class, trying to pay attention. After class, doing my studying. At night, jerking like a mad man in the showers. It was when I was with friends and imaging what each of their cocks would taste like that I realized that this was probably a thing. I was gay. And I wanted sex. With men. 'Cause... gay.

I had my English Lit class in Herter, top floor. It was a great class, but because of scheduling, it started at 4 and went to 5:30. A study group I was in met at the library afterwards, so I wasn't done on those days until 7 or 730.

This one day I was studying and realized I had left my cellphone back in the classroom at Herter. It had been on my desk, got in the way, and I reached over and put it on the windowsill. Luckily the door wasn't locked, so I was able to run up and get my phone.

Leaving, I took a staircase I never use and justwent down, checking my phone for missed texts. I got to the bottom, went to the door and found myself somewhere other than the expected lobby. I was just this long hall with a double door down in the middle. Wandered down and realized the building had a basement, and only that staircase came into it. On my way back, I saw a Men's Room and figured I'd take a leak.

It was a little dim in there and the door hinge clanked when I went in. I walked around the wall of sinks and found urinals along one wall with the stalls opposite. It all seemed old-fashioned. The urinals went all the way to the floor. The stall walls reached most of the way down and were wider than the usual stall. Not handicap sized, but you wouldn't smack your elbows on the walls. I took the center urinal, opened my pants, and let it flow.

Mid-pee, I heard the door clank and a guy came round the wall. He nodded at me and took a urinal a couple down from me. I finished bit curiosity got to me and I glanced over to check the guy out, maybe see his dick.

I could easily see his dick because his pants were open and he was hard and stroking it. He saw me looking and turned full on to me. By then I was rock hard and turned to face him. He stepped closer, cupped my balls, then he nodded to the stalls. He stepped into the end one, holding the door open with his butt as he pushed his pants and underwear to his ankles. He pulled the front of his jersey up and over his head.

I followed, pushing my pants down as he latched the door. I stood and he pulled my shirt up and off, hanging it on the hook. He pushed me against the divider, wrapped his arms around my torso, and started exploring my mouth with his tongue. His hard cock rubbed against me and I humped back. His hands slid down and grasped my ass, squeezing them and pulling me against him. He stepped back towards the wall and I stumbled after him. My feet felt snarled in my pants, so I toed off my shoes and struggled out of them to stand naked in the stall.

He put one hand on my head, the other on my shoulder, and pushed me down to squat at his cock. It was about six inches, very straight and pointing up, and had already started to leak precum. I lapped at his balls in their tight wrinkled sack. His fingers grasped my head and pulled me into his crotch to tongue the crevice with his thigh. I licked up the shaft and dove over his pink head. I heard him whimper as I took all of him back into my throat. He started to drive his hips into me, but I pushed him back against the wall and set to work milking him and twisting my tongue around his shaft.

Hands on my ears, he pulled my head off, a big strand of spit trailing from his dickhead to my mouth. He angled my head and I saw a glory hole in the wall with this hard, dark, angry-looking cock shoved through. It had to be seven or eight inches long and thick. I could see veins running up the sides. He nudged me towards it, so I shuffled across on my knees. I licked the underside from the base, feeling the light ripples of the veins. I reached the head with its prominent ridge and took him into my mouth.

First-guy pushed my head down onto him and Angry-cock moaned as he plowed into my throat. Grasping my head, First-guy started fucking me on that thick pole. Spit drooled over my lip and onto my naked chest. Once I took over the rhythm, he moved beside me and stroked himself. Once I pulled back and he pushed in to rub his dickhead on the wet shaft. Soon we had a partnership with me pumping and him humping. First-cock suddenly came, flowing over the shaft, smearing my mouth, spattering down onto my belly. He pulled back as I engulfed the spunked shaft and wiped his dick on my cheek. From the corner of my eye, I saw him pull up his pants, fix his shirt, and leave. He swung the door closed, but it didnt latch and bumped back open a bit.

I was intent on Angry-cock who, by this time, was grunting on the other side of the wall. Pressing both hands on the partition, I picked up the pace. Wet sounds matched his groans as fucked my head on him. I felt him thicken and ropes of cum shot into my throat and mouth. I swallowed what I could and let the rest leak out. He pulled back, but just as the fat head reached the hole, it spat out one last rope that landed on my hard dick and swung like a pendulum.

I was tired. I dropped back to sit on my heels and started jerking off, using his cum as lube. I heard the clank of the door. I paused. Someone walked over and there was shuffling and the door on the stall next to me latched shut. Jingle of a belt, a zip, rustle of pants. A hard cock glided thru the glory hole. I looked down at the gap to see jeans puddles at his ankles. His dick was pale white, traces of veins, a pink head, maybe 5 or 6 inches.

I slid him onto my tongue, burying the wide head in my mouth and drawing it i to my throat until my face was pressed to the wall. He started fucking my mouth, his hips slapping the wall. My hard dick was bouncing, likely in full view of anyone looking. He didn't last long, filling my mouth with salty spunk and pulling out. Pants pulled up and, with a zip, he was out the stall. The door hinge clanked and he was gone.

'Not even a thank you,' I thought, chuckling. Heard the door clank again. His step paused and then walked right next door. I looked through the hole. This guy had a heavy piece of meat and low-hanging balls. It was soft when he pushed cock and balls through. They draped over on my side. It was the first uncircumcised cock I'd seen up close and his balls were like eggs.

I licked at his sack, felt his warm cock soft against my cheek. I drew a ball into my mouth and cradled it on my tongue. I sucked, pulling it deeper, and he moaned. I ran my tongue around it. His heavy cock started filling, rising up.

I licked it from root to head like a dog. I lifted it up and it had weight to it. Took it into my mouth and enjoyed the feel of a half-hard cock filling my mouth. I nursed on it and felt it swell with blood, grow firmer as it expanded back into my throat. I ran my tongue under the hood and he muttered "Oh fuck". I eased him back into my throat.

I started sliding it in and out of my mouth and watched it grow harder. When it reached full length, there had to be eight inches on my side of the wall and my fingers wouldn't touch around it. The head was purple with a prominent ridge at the base of the helmet. He was moaning as my mouth pumped up and down on him, my tongue swirling the head as it reached my lips.

The door clanked. Caught a shadow out the side of my eye, when I glanced over, I saw the door had swung further open and there was someone peering in the gap by the door. I'm there, naked, spit drooling down my chin, and a fat cock stuffed in my mouth. God, I hope it's not campus security. The shadow moved away.

I heard a rap on the stall next door. Maybe that's shadow guy? This spot seems really popular. The rap happened a few times and I heard the door unlock.

"Oh, you. Hey." said Uncut

"Let me in," said the Knocker. There was some shuffling and the door latched.

"I'm not moving away," said Incut.

"That's fine. You got a sweet ass. Spread 'em." Shuffling. Wet, licking sounds. A moan. I kept sucking, the cock seemed even harder.

"Yeah, eat my ass." Ah, that was what was happening.

"I wanna fuck you," said Knocker.

"You got lube?" asked Uncut.

"Yeah."

"Rubber?"

"Of course."

"Okay." There was shuffling. "I think," said Uncut, "I think my cock is stuck."

"Works for me," said Knocker.

I pulled off to look and his cock and balls filled the hole. Seemed like the proverbial kid with his hand atuck in the cookie jar. He wasn't moving until it softened up.

"Hey, keep sucking it. I gotta get off, " Uncut said. I got back to work fucking my throat over that slab. There was a groan and there was a slam against the wall. "Easy," said Uncut.

Another slam against the wall and some deep growling. I don't think Knocker was gonna go easy. The shoves became more rhythmic, Uncut's cock was thrusting a little into my mouth. "Fuckfuckfuck," said Uncut and he started shooting into my mouth. It spilled out of my mouth, down my chin, onto my chest, dripped down on my dick. He got pulled away from me, his cock still shooting on my face. His cock relaxed and he pulled it back through.

Looking in, I could see Knocker bend him over and start railing his ass. Uncut was kind of whimpering with each thrust, Knocker was grunting, and I was stroking my cock.

I saw the shadow at the doorway, figured he was enjoying the show. I stood and stuck my cock into the glory hole. It took a moment, but Uncut's mouth took me in. He slid on me with the thrusts. He got pushed forward and I heard Knocker groan. That was enough and I was emptying my balls into Uncut's mouth as Knocker came in his ass.

They moved quickly after that. Cum and go. Heard clothing and belt buckles. Had to chuckle when I heard Knocker say "Fuck. No. Kissing's gay. And you got spunk on your face."

So, kissing is gay but butt fucking isn't. Got it. I stepped back, streaked with cum, looked around for my clothes, and realized my door was completely open. My clothes had ended up near the urinals. I stepped out and looked around. Saw someone at the other end standing there, but he turned and walked out.

I grabbed my clothes and made my way to the sinks. Using cold water and paper towels, I got myself cleaned up a bit, at least enough to pull my clothes on. Bet I wreaked of spunk tho. Dorm shower next stop.