Date: Fri, 14 Jun 2019 05:23:53 +0000
From: BiTextual <BiTextual@protonmail.com>
Subject: Disregarding the Dangers

Hey!! ...This is my first public story. I hope you like it. I welcome and
appreciate any and all feedback. You can reach me at
<biTextual@protonmail.com>. I look forward to hear from you.

I don't know if I'll share any other stories, but if I do, my promise to
you, the readers, is that I won't leave any story I start
unfinished... Unless I die unexpectedly, or something. And I won't wait 3
years to upload any new chapters. The following story is complete and won't
be expanded upon.

So onto the technical shit. Basically, if you shouldn't, don't! Whether
it's reading inappropriate material for your age or texting and driving or
flicking a booger over the mezzanine at the mall... You're all adults, you
know what being responsible means. =) Donate, if you have the means and the
inclination.

And most of all... ENJOY!


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So... This was probably one of the stupidest things I'd ever done. But it
all happened one night, when I was walking back to my dorm from one of the
dive bars just off campus. It was just a little before 3am and I was
walking home alone. I had my hands in the pockets of my red hoodie, divided
by the zipper that was shielding me from the damp air. It was the Thursday
night before spring break started, and it had been raining all day. The
rain had subsided, but the streets were still wet enough to glow from the
dim parking lot lights, and the periodically changing reds, greens and
yellows of the traffic lights lining the street. I was replaying the
stupidity of events in my head which led to me walking home alone.

I had been at the bar with my roommate Don, his girlfriend and a couple of
her friends. The place was rather empty, as many of the other kids had
already left for the long break. We'd been drinking and dancing all night,
and I thought I was definitely getting somewhere with this girl named
Michelle. We'd known each other for awhile, but we weren't exactly
friends. I could tell she was eyeing me tonight, and I was trying to up my
game and play it cool. I was certain, if I played my cards right, we'd be
sharing my bed. I knew Don would be spending the night in Jenn's dorm room,
so I wouldn't have to worry about trying to find some privacy.

As I mentioned, we'd been drinking, and perhaps the drink got the better of
me. A few too many took me a little too far.

"Hey 'Chelle... what do you say we get out of here?" I shouted over the
pounding of the music.

"I can't hear you!" she shouted back, as she leaned in, and brushed her
hair over her ear, as if it would help.

"I said, why don't we go back to my place!"

"Uhh," she sighed. "I'm sorry, but I really don't think so. Not tonight."

"Why not? Come on, it'll be fun! We'll have the place to ourselves!"

She smiled awkwardly and said, "Yeah... I don't think the timing is right."

"Come on!" I moaned. "Why not?"

"I'm having a visitor," she said, then smiled sheepishly.

I paused briefly, not really catching on for a moment or two. Then it
struck me. "Oh..."

It was an uncomfortable second or two that passed between us on the dance
floor, with the bodies lurching and thrusting all around us, but both of us
standing there like we were waiting for the bus to Awkwardville.

"Well..." I finally interrupted the tension. "I'm sure we can still have
some fun, right?"

She smirked at me and said, "I'm sure you can take care of that better,
yourself."

This is when the beer got in the way of my senses and kept me from
self-censoring. "I could never get it to reach," I stated, too
matter-of-factly.

Michelle's eyebrows raised and her chin dipped. Her expression of disbelief
only took a few seconds to sink in. "I think it's time I called it a night,
Jeff." she said to me, before she pivoted and headed to our booth to grab
her jacket.

"Wait," I called out. She obviously said something to her friends, as they
turned and glared at me. Fuck. That was a way dumber thing to say than I
had anticipated.

They headed for the door and I thought, this might be a good time to
retreat from the dance floor instead of standing here like a complete
reject.

So now, here I stood alone, completing the walk of shame, back in the lobby
of my dorm, fuddling with my ID for the student security kid that was
manning the building entrance. He buzzed me in, and I marched to the
stairwell. 'Third floor walks!' was the unofficial motto and batle cry from
the elevator, of the kids who lived on the upper floors.

I headed up to my room and fumbled with the keys, trying to open the door
in my slightly more than intended state of intoxication. I huffed a big
sigh, as I unzipped my hoodie and stepped over the threshhold. Tossing it
onto my desk chair, I immediately began pulling my shirt over my head. I
ran my hand down my bare chest, then scratched my belly and leaned over to
turn on the small desk lamp next to my bed.

"Fuck..." I whispered in the warm, soft glow, while still replaying the
events over in my head. What a major disappointment. If I'd known she was
on the rag, I wouldn't have wasted the whole night on her. There were
enough other women there, I could've focused my efforts where there
might've been at least a chance.

I mean Hell, I wasn't looking for a relationship. Just a little fun to
kick-start the weekend. I'm tugging off my jeans and searching for my bed
clothes, horny as fuck, and going it solo tonight. At least I had the room
to myself... not that it ever stopped me before.

I could hear a rowdy group of other kids goofing their way down the hall,
laughing and making too much noise in their drunken state. I unbuckled my
belt and dropped my jeans to the floor. Kicking off my shoes so I could get
my pants off my feet, I stepped back and kicked them towards the closet. I
stood there for a moment of indecision, before I shucked my boxers and
tossed them into the pile, then pulled on a thin pair of lounge pants and a
ribbed gray wife beater that was close enough to clean to sleep in.

I quickly ran my fingers through my hair, then grabbed my toothpaste, a
toothbrush and a hand towel, then headed for the men's lavatory, the common
bathroom for the entire floor. It was about 20 after 3, when I entered the
bathroom and set my stuff on the brown formica counter of 8 sinks and a
long mirror. I turned on a faucet, and leaned over the sink to splash some
warm water over my face. Rising up I inhaled deeply, while reaching for my
towel and shutting the water.

I recognized this distinct scent over the typical smell of college boys'
bathrooms... Not that it was an atypical smell for college boys' bathrooms,
particularly when you consider lonely guys like me, who had just struck
out. The room clearly reeked of jizz. I smirked and wondered if one of the
guys bouncing down the hall moments before had given himself reason to be
so happy... Or maybe there was a fresher in a stall, trying his best to
quietly go about his business, when the rude upper classman entered at the
most inopportune time, just to brush his teeth.

I grinned and turned around. There were six stalls behind the sinks and at
the end of the room, an archway to the shower stalls. I gently pushed the
first stall, which swung wide open. Empty. The second... the third... the
fourth. My heart was racing. I doubted I'd catch some half-inflated red
meat boy panting on the bowl. But the stench of cum was so strong, I
thought I'd certainly find remnants as evidence of the deed.

I pushed open the fifth door, but still nothing. I placed my hand on the
sixth. My heart was pounding. It dawned on me, though still a bit drunk,
how absolutely stupid this was. What difference was it going to make, if I
found some remnants of some guy's nut? It was ridiculous. But it was an
obsession, nonetheless.

I pushed the final door open and... much to my disappointment: nothing.

Maybe he wiped up with some paper towels and just tossed them in the trash
can. Maybe that's why I could still smell it. Well, I wasn't about to go
digging through the men's room trash, looking for a spunkercheif.

It was right then that I heard a soft, high-pitched whimpering. It sounded
like a puppy crying, and it was coming from the shower room. What the fuck?
This required further investigation. I walked through the open arch into
the all tile room. The layout consisted of a little common area, with a
bench and about a dozen hooks on the wall. to the left and right, there
were a pair of showers on each side, completely separated by a full tile
wall, each with its own shower curtain. Along the back wall, there were six
more showers, each again separated by a full wall, and curtained just like
the others.

One of the hooks had a sheet of loose leaf paper, torn out of a spiral
bound notebook, with a message written in red marker:

"This here is my puppy. He is the Runt of his litter and he needs some help
with his training. He has already learned to sit and stay. He still needs
training with 'cum'. Will you help with his training? You can pet him and
tell him when he's a good boy. I MUST WARN YOU THOUGH: Don't remove his
muzzle! HE BITES!"

What the fuck? Who would smuggle a dog into a dormatory? And the leave it
in the men's room? I pulled back the first shower curtain, before I heard
the whining, louder than before, coming from behind curtain number two!

I reached out and noticed my hand was slightly trembling. My heart was in
my throat, and pounding in my ears. I'll never forget the sight I saw, when
I pulled back that curtain!

There, on his knees on the shower floor, was this other college boy. This
toned twink was completely naked, except for a leather collar around his
neck, with a leash attached to it, and the other end hung around the shower
head. He had a powder blue bandana in his mouth, tied behind his head. His
face was pressed against the tile floor, with his hands tied together
behind his knees. His skin, hugging tight to his lean body was pale white,
except for his gaping red hole! It was covered in cum!!

The cum was literally running out his asshole, dripping from his balls,
which hung low over his rock hard dick. Seed was running down his thighs
and all over the shower floor. His face was pressed to the ground in front
of the drain, and cum was running onto his chin and cheek.

Ho...Lee... FUCK!  How many loads had this kid taken? I'd never seen so
much cum in my life! No wonder the whole room smelled!

He began whimpering again. I knelt beside him, and began to untie the
bandanna that was muzzling him. His features were sharp and angular. His
lips, puffy and red. He had a very short crew cut, with a sharp nose, which
I noticed had cum on it as well.

As I undid the knot on the bandanna covering his mouth, I asked, "Are you
alright? Who the hell did this to you? Do you need help?"

The instant the knot came undone and I pulled the bandanna from his mouth,
he growled, "Put that back! Who told you to take it off?"

"I was just..." I stammered.

"Just shut up and fuck me stupid!"

I jumped back a little, as he growled again, and then returned to the
pitiful whimpering. As I replaced the bandanna in his mouth and started to
tie it again, I noticed my dick was pulsating, already half hard and
rapidly rising.

Fuck... I was just gonna brush my teeth and go back to my room to jerk
off. I wasn't expecting this! I'd never fucked a guy before! I'd never even
fucked an ass before! I wasn't about to fuck a boy on the shower room
floor. I'd never even seen this kid before!

That thought lingered in my head a bit too long, likely swiming in the
alcohol up there. I'd never seen this kid before... I'd never see him
again. I'm already so horny, as it is! And everybody's either out fucking
or sleeping off a fresh fuck. Unless they're too drunk to care, so who's
gonna know? This stall is off to the side. I'd have plenty of time to
recover, if someone were to come in this late, before they'd have any
direct view of what was going on. And besides, how many other guys had
fucked him? It had to have been a LOT, based on all the cum running down
his body and across the shower floor. I gazed at his back, and there seemed
to be several puddles up there, running from his tail bone to his shoulder
blades. Those couldn't all be gay guys. Just horny guys like me... who
struck out tonight, like me... who were gonna go back to their room and
jerk off, like me... until... they got lucky, and found the surprise of a
lifetime, and fucked this little bitch rotten ...like... me.

I grabbed my dick through my pants and squeezed a few times. "You really
like this?" I asked.

He just wiggled his ass, as if he were wagging his tail, still whining
almost beggingly. I got up and crouched behind him. His hole twitched and
more cum oozed out of it, dribbling over his taint with little bubbles and
squishy noises. I tugged my waistband down under my balls, then shimmied my
pants down to mid-thigh. I grabbed my cock and tugged a few times, and then
lined it up with his hole. My bare purple cockhead flared as it made
contact with his sticky wet opening. I leaned forward, as my dick squished
its way into the juicy wetness.

I eased in, but while it was still sufficiently tight, there wasn't nearly
as much resistance as I had expected. All I could feel was the heat of his
insides, and the still warm, fresh cum of who knows how many of my
floormates, oozing out of him and into my pubes. It was wetter than any
cunt I had ever fucked!

He began panting, as I pushed forward. I made it balls deep, and my nuts
were resting in the sticky goo that settled between his balls and his
hole. I crouched over him and said, "this isn't gonna be gentle!" followed
by a heavy thrust as I thrust into him.

He yelped in pleasure, and continued his whimpers. As I slammed in and out
of him, harder and faster, his yelps were replaced by little yiffs and
grunts, over and over again.

"You like this, stud?" I roared, as my hips bounced hard off his ass, and
my dick penetrated deeply. I tried to steady myself, placing a hand on the
small of his back. I quickly realized my palm was now coated in
stranger-cum. Yuck!

I was really ramming his ass hard and fast. I had no intention of lasting
long. I wanted to get my nut as quick as possible and get the fuck out of
here. I wrapped my cummy hand around his hard dick and began jerking him
fast. "You'd better nut soon, cuz I'm not gonna last long, and when I'm
done... I'm done!" I stated between heavy breaths.

"Oooh, fuck... here it comes. Uhhhhh! Fuck! I'm gonna blow!" I let go of
his dick, pulled mine out of him and tugged rapidly as my balls tightened
up. My cock began to throb and swell. With a grunt accompanying each spurt,
I shot my load over his back. I watched as each squirt pooled up, then
rolled up his spine, between his shoulders and puddled at the base of his
neck.

"UUUAAHH! Fuck..." I gasped. "Haah...shit... Fuck! ...That was incredible!"
While catching my breath, I watched his ribcage expand and contract. He
hadn't cum, but I figured, that wasn't my problem.

"Good boy!!" I said, as I patted his ass. Eww... more cum on my hand! So I
rubbed the cum from my hand into his hair, saying, "Who's a good boy, huh?
Who's a good boy!" He just wagged his ass again, and whined some more.

I stood up, without pulling up my pants. I had all that residual cum on me,
and I didn't really want to get it all over my clothing that I was going to
sleep in tonight. I shuffled over to the sink and turned on the water
again. I washed my hands, then began trying to pull out the gobs of cum
imbedded in my pubic hair, and wash away the residue of other men. That
thought was a little bit gross at first. but I couldn't deny, my dick was
starting to chub up again.

I looked around the room, before inhaling deeply. "Aaah, fuck it!" I said
aloud, as I stepped out of my lounge pants and put them over my shoulder. I
walked back into the shower portion of the room and hung them on a
hook. Then I pulled my shirt up over my head, tossed it on the bench and
headed back to the Runt.

I yanked the shower curtain back and stood there, naked and proud, with
another raging hardon.

"You were such a good boy, I decided I'm gonna give you another bone!" I
announced. "But this time, I'm gonna long dick you, and make it last."

I shoved two fingers deep into his pucker and sloshed them around in the
jizz. I was searching for his prostate, and when I found it, I gave it a
poke. His entire body clenched and he moaned through the bandanna. I kept
prodding it, as I asked him, "Are you ready for it?"

He wagged his tail end back and forth, eagerly. I pressed the head of my
dick up against it, as it twitched. But I did not push in. I just left it
sitting at his entrance, as he made it kiss at the tip.

"Come and get it, boy. Fetch!" I said, as he bent and eased himself onto
me. "Atta boy!" I praised. I began to lean forward and ease into him,
slowly. His ass engulfed my entire shaft, slicking it up with copious loads
from uncounted strangers. The juice of their balls coating my throbbing rod
was no longer making me wince. It was actually making me even harder!

I sunk all the way in, then slowly began to withdraw. I paused when my rim
was at his ring. Then I quickly withdrew with an audible pop, and he began
to chuckle.

"Was that funny?" I asked, before plunging back in, in one fell swoop.

"GAAAAAAAAHHHFFFFF!!" he moaned through the cloth in his mouth. "MMMMMM!"
he groaned upon my retreat. I was taking my time this time. Slowly back in,
and then all the way out. He leaned back when he felt me press at his
hole. Yeah... he was enjoying the long boning.

"All dogs enjoy a nice meaty bone, don't they?" I asked. "Yeah, they do," I
answered my own question. "I'm gonna bury it deep!" I thrust in, again,
ever so slowly. This elicited one long, continuous, gutteral moan til I
sunk in as far as I possibly could. And I held it there. I pulled on his
shoulders so there was no escape, and just left my cock at rest as deep as
I could in his cum-drenched cave.

I held him tight up against my hips and stayed there deep for almost 3 full
minutes. I know it doesn't sound like much, but next time you're balls deep
in someone, try to wait it out. It's an eternity!

I pulled back and immediately rocked forward. I only held deep position for
about 30 seconds this time, before withdrawing and repeating. I reached
around his body and pinched his left nipple, hard. I ran my fingers through
some cum on the floor and then grabbed his nipple again. I rolled it
between my fingers, as I continued my deliberate and methodical
assault. There were no slapping body parts this time. Just long, drawn out
friction.

He began tightening and relaxing his ass around my dick, probably in an
effort to get me off. How sweet of him? I ran my hands down his sides and
grabbed his hips. I pulled myself deep into him again, and then my hands
slid forward. My left grabbed his balls and tugged them downward, as my
right hand began to work on his leaking dick. A long, clear strand of
precum was dangling from his piss slit. I rubbed my thumb over it and
around the head, as I continued to jerk him, my cock lunged completely up
his ass.

He was still working his ass muscles, but I felt his insides begin to
pulsate. It wouldn't take much longer now. I began withdrawing, still
slowly, and pushing back in. On the fourth push back in, as my bone poked
into his prostate, his cock began rapidly throbbing in my hand. His balls
were going crazy in his sack. His ass began to spasm like rapid fire around
my dick.

Suddenly, his cock fired. His face was still pressed against the sticky
floor, as his cum erupted! It splashed off his pecs and ricochetted onto
his face. Two more squirts hit his chest, followed by three more hitting
his chin and lips directly, with the final two splattering audibly on the
shower floor and oozing their way towards his cheek.

Now, I was gonna breed him! With his hole still twitching and my cock still
buried deep, I began rotating m hips counterclockwise. I don't know if it
was the involuntary pulsating of his orgasm or his focused and intentional
contracting of his insides to milk me, or some combination of the two, but
the intensity on my cock was too much and I ground out another load, deep
in his bowels.

"Ooooooooh, yessssss... Ooh, that was so hot!" My dick was still in him. I
eased it out, but the intensity of the sensations on my dick made me a
little light-headed. I sat on the floor next to him for a few minutes,
catching my breath. Now it was my turn to pant like a dog.

I finally got up, grabbed my shirt and my pants, my towel, toothbrush and
tooth paste and strode out the door of the men's bathroom, completely
naked. It felt exhilirating to strut down the hall, back to my room. No one
saw, unless they were looking out their peep holes a little past 4:30 in
the morning. But why would they be?

I crawled into my bed and took a deep breath. Wow, that was fucked up! What
a night, I thought. I rested my left forearm over my eyes, and scratched my
bare belly once again, before my hand crept to my cock and I quickly fell
asleep.

I woke with a bit of a start and glanced at my alarm clock. I had only been
asleep for a little more than an hour, and it was still dark outside,
though the sky was beginning its morning bluing. My dick was hard, and
tenting my blankets up. I contemplated going back to the men's room. I
wanted to fuck again. That was so wild. But I was second guessing
myself. It was getting to be around the time some early risers would
normally be getting up. I figured I'd have to put on some clothes just in
case. I couldn't risk walking bare assed down the hall at this hour. It was
probably a bad idea to risk getting caught. I'm lucky I got away with what
I already did, I thought to myself. The fact that I wanted to fuck a guy
never even entered into the argument against it.

Then, my dick twitched and I said, "Fuck it!! It's Saturday!"

I threw back the covers, threw on my lounge pants, forewent the shirt, and
headed out the door to the bathroom. I longed for more of that tight, wet,
twitching ass! When I got there, the place still stunk of cum. I wondered
if anybody had added to my load in his guts. I walked through the bathroom,
into the shower area. I yanked back the curtain, but the shower stall was
empty. I quickly rifled through the other shower curtains, but there was no
sign of him, anywhere. Even all that cum that was splattered all over the
one stall was completely wiped away.

"Damn!" I grunted, under my breath. I turned the shower on, extra steamy,
pulled off my pants, and climbed under the water. I didn't have soap or a
towel. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I heard a couple other boys come
walking into the shower area, chit-chatting away, way too chipper for a
Saturday morning at college.

I heard their showers start up, so I exited my stall and put my pants on
over my too wet body. They clung to me revealingly and I began to feel
awkward. I hurried out the door and back to my room, where I toweled off
and went back to sleep.


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I did actually see him once more, after that night. It was at the end of
the second Summer Session, and I was on the quad, talking to a girl named
Brooke. I'd spent all summer after that night, trying to convince every
girl I hooked up with to try anal, with no luck! The campus was mostly
empty, as the majority of students hadn't come back yet. Suddenly, I
spotted the guy walking across the lawns, holding hands with some girl. I
wasn't 100% certain it was him, until I saw the powder blue bandanna around
his neck. Dead give-away!

"Excuse me a sec, Brandi," I said.

"Brooke!" she whined.

"That's right," I called out, as I turned and trotted off towards him.

"Hey, RUNT!!" I shouted.

This got his attention, as he immediately turned to look at me. He paused,
then leaned in and kissed his girl, before he padded over in my direction.

"Hi!" I said to him, with a great big smile.

He leaned in, real close to me and licked my ear. Then he whispered, "If
you ever call me that again, so help me, I will gut you!" He backed up
about a foot, placed a hand on my shoulder, and with the other, he flipped
open a butterfly knife that had been in his pocket. Grinning at me, he
flipped it shut and said, "I swear!" Then he leaned back in and he bit my
earlobe, hard enough to break the skin and draw a small trickle of blood.

As he trotted back across the quad, then glancing over his shoulder with a
big smirk, he shouted, "He told you, I bite!" And then he and the girl that
was with him disappeared into a nearby building.


~The End~