Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 14:34:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Jeremy D Subject: Going Down in the Student Union - 5 Its too warm in here even though I am naked above the ankles - so maybe the university is trying to encourage guys to have sex here - wearing anything at all in this steamy heat would be a sweaty ass experience. But there is no one else in the bathroom with me. Just me and my hard-on. This is frustrating. When I got here earlier there were only two people. But they were part of the janitorial staff and fully dressed so they left almost immediately, lugging along their ladder and the box of fluorescent light bulbs. Now I am sitting in a stall with a large hole to my left and a smaller one to my right. I am ultra hungry for cock and there is no one to blow. I could've gone on line and tried to find someone to meet. Maybe I should have. I've done that and it can be cool. Chatting with people then meeting them is notoriously disappointing because the people don't match their description or their photo. But a few times they actually look better than their description - they are hotter than they think, or even though they don't look as good as they say they are more than cute enough. Especially when you are in the mood I am in. I just wanna suck dick. I want to feel it hard, hot, and spongy and in my mouth. As long as its attached to a clean, reasonably young (under ??? or over 18), reasonably fit man or boy I am ready for it. Hungry for it. But sometimes even if they look better than advertised, its not quite what you expected. They can be real shits, or fairly strange. Or not. So it can be kind of weird. Also, it can be kinda dangerous. Once this guy was pumping my ass like it was an oil well, and then he suddenly wraps a length of cord around my neck and starts strangling me. Not my thing - nothing spoils a guy's pleasure in having sex like being strangled to death. Kicking frantically to get him to release his grip was no fun. But in this bathroom, you see people as they are from the beginning, they came for the sex, mostly, and I like a crowd, for group sex or just an audience. So here I am. For me its better than online. Anyway tonight. But I am by myself. Waiting is boring. Very, very boring. And its now just after 8:00. Should be something happening, but nothing. After 1/2 an hour, though, I hear the outer door open. There is the sound of shuffling and the inner door opens. Guy is wearing a polo shirt with broad green and white stripes, a green baseball hat, green athletic jacket, blue jeans, green running shoes - he is ready for St. Patrick's day. Round, okay face, rimless glasses, carroty hair. Short. He is peering back at me over his shoulders from the pisser. An ordinary pale faced guy. But I am so not choosy. I want to suck whatever he has. I really want to suck it tonight. I start pulling my usual trick. I have taken my shirt and under shirt off, have taken off my underpants and have pulled my sweat pants to my ankles, so am ready to go. He watches awhile over his shoulder. I slide my legs forward so that my feet reach past the stall door, then start jackn the beanstalk. My legs twitch, my feet wiggle. I am signaling pretty brazenly. He goes into the stall on my left. The one with the big hole. This may work out. Drops his pants, takes off his hat and jacket and hangs them up. I am clearly beatn off. I peer through the hole at him. Modestly he sits down with hands covering his crotch. I watch him steadily, but with no slutty lip licking. Maybe I am wrong about him. Doubt it, but maybe he just isn't interested in me. I go back to beating off, not looking through. But I notice that he has bent over and is looking through at me. He watches me steadily, now. Nice eyes, kinda grey. Suddenly his eyes vanish. I hope for his cock. But no. He pulls off a piece of paper from the roll. His pen clicks. He swings around abit and is using the wall to write a message. The paper and the pen come through the hole. "what do you like?" What does he think I am gonna say - sex with girls, American Idol? "like dudes" He sticks the pen and note through "what do you like to do?" I come back with "pretty much anything regular" "you wanna suck my dick" Of course I do, but I don't say so. Too eager might scare him away. When I am this needy, it can be too intense. Even being good looking doesn't really help. People can get put off by the need. Breathe deeply, he has taken the bait, so you may get lucky. Don't rush it. So I write "take off your shirt, then stand against the wall and show me what you have" He hesitates. He writes "its chilly in here, why don't you just blow me" "its a fuckn steam bath, just take off your shirt and let me see what I am gonna be sucking on" He still hesitates, then he pulls off his shirt and carefully hangs it up. He stands up against the wall and shows me his body. He is hard now. Short, fat dick, nicely shaped. I squat in front of the hole and whisper "Nice body, beat off, dude" It is a nice body. He has a layer of baby fat everywhere, but good muscle tone underneath. Not fat, really, just smooth and very slightly pillowy. Very, very nice pecs. Smooth flat belly. Yum. He is already hard, so he starts pulling on his pud but jerkily. "slide it through, put it in my mouth so I can suck it" He takes two steps over and pushes it into my mouth. I moan to let him know that I like this and start sucking it as hard as I can. Tongue flicks, I pull back, dive down again. No problem with throating his cock, it barely gets to the top of my throat. But after maybe less than a minute of this he suddenly lets loose and starts flooding my mouth with volley after volley. I just got started and he is filling me up with spooge. He doesn't even make any noise, just jet after jet of the stuff. Then he pulls out, pulls up his undies and pants, pulls his shirt over his head, puts his jacket on, and races out - minus about 2 gallons of his sperm. I let it leak out of my mouth slowly, making my chin wet and sticky. I push my tongue forward to push the rest out. Then I wipe it on the back of my hand and arm. My boner is still throbbing, and I feel really frustrated - I didn't even get a satisfying start on a suck, let alone a nice, long, juicy blow job. The risks of blowing a guy who probably is or thinks he is straight. But just as he is leaving another guy comes in, followed immediately by a second. First guy is middle sized, white, with brown short hair. About 20 maybe. Wearing a black sweatshirt covered by a zippered black hoodie, jeans, really worn brown tennis shoes. The African-American guy is taller, walks like an athlete, has a t-shirt, jeans, leather jacket. Maybe a bit older than hoodie-boy. They look in at me and I try to look like I am in the mood for dude. Easy enough. They walk about 3 stalls away, go halfway into a stall and stop. I stand up and look over the stall wall to see whats up. The white guy unbuckles his pants, pulls his jeans and boxers down,turns around and leans against the stall door support. He puts his ass out. Beautiful, creamy white, hairless, and sitting above nice legs - lightly hairy. They have clearly come here having met elsewhere. They just want a place to sex. No cruising going on by them. The other guy tells him to kneel down and suck. The 2 sweat shirt guy turns around and does, he kneels on the floor, unbuckles his companions jeans, and takes the fine cock hidden inside out. He stares at if for a moment, like he is trying to memorize it. Then he takes it into his mouth and starts a nice suck job - slow, with lots of movement of his head to accommodate the entry of the cock. Its a big one, so he gaps his mouth and gasps as it goes into his throat. But he takes most of it. I want a 3 some, so I step out of my sweat pants and walk over. I start playing with hoodie-boy's hair. He brushes my hand away - not hard, but really firmly. Its clear he isn't looking for a 3d party. His partner's face is fixed on the head that is hungrily eating his dick. Then hoodie boy stands up again, presents his creamy white cheeks, and pulls them apart. This time his friend pulls out some lube and sets to work greasing his guy. Lots and lots of lube is used. And this kid is a canyon butt. Four fingers just make him wiggle like a fish being hauled into your boat. Then the main event - his friend slowly slides his dick inside. It vanishes slowly but steadily, without any sign that creamy cheeks is worried about taking it. Then the pounding. Starts slow, gets fast, slows, gets fast. Over and over again. Both of them are beginning to breath heavily, and creamy cheeks grunts and groans at the top of the drive. He is hard as a rock though, so I reach under to jack him. He pushes my hand away again. Not so friendly this time. This is embarrassing. Its never cool to be a 3d wheel, and I have just been thinking that they are waiting for hot me to join them. Took too long to realize that I was just being vain. Feel like a fool. I retreat to let them go at it in peace, feeling really embarrassed. I can feel my face flush. The fucking continues, then creamy cheeks begins to cum on the floor and the stall door. He is not touching himself, he is hard as a rock, and suddenly he is machine gunning his cream. His top pulls out, whips off the condom and lets a glaze of white and shiny spooge fly. Creamy cheeks in two ways now. He smears the cream on the cheeks and they shine. They pull up their pants, adjust themselves, and leave. I sit down feeling humbled. But still really, really horny. Its 9:40. I wait, and wait, and its just after 10:00. Maybe I should have gone online. One advantage of cruising the union is that usually you can get to see and do more people. Not tonight. But now another guy comes in and heads directly for the stall on my left. No farting around about whether or not sex is an option. Wearing camo pants, a blue doo rag tied over curly black hair, a tie dye t-shirt, and tan work boots. I am just about to blow a retro guy. He looks at me, and sees that I am naked and hard. Not beating off though. Just sitting with my legs wide at the knees and a hard on swaying in the air - there is no breeze in this place - bare as I am, I am still sweaty. He has bright eyes and a nice smile. Not really out of shape, but with the beginning of a gut. But this evening I don't care at all. He is clean, probly under 22, pretty well hung, and he knows the score. He kneels and shoves his cock under the wall, but turns his face away from the hole. I get down on all fours and take him into my mouth. I set up an nice rhythm, up and down, twist my head, let my tongue linger on his dick as I pull off. Some serious licking and slobbering. Then back on, down to the base, gag a bit for my sucking pleasure, and up. He likes this, and reaches under and starts boppn my bishop. Then he angles his hand to grab my leg where it meets my crotch and pulls my leg toward the stall wall. This means my ass is nearer to him, and my body is parallel to the stall wall. I am tall enough that this is not an easy position to get into,my ass is pressed up against the stall door, and my knees are beginning to hurt, too. I pull off, re-adjust myself and shift my knees, then go back down on him. He starts trying to get fingers into my crack, but he can't cuz I am tight against the door. I push him back a bit, and follow him under the stall wall with my head. Weird angle for my neck, and hard to get back quickly if the door opens, but this frees up my hole and crack. He starts playing with my hole. I know he is gonna finger fuck me. And he does, and it feels great. But surprisingly he gets up and hisses, "want me to eat your ass?" This is fortunate cause my neck is cricking really badly from the angle under the wall. I don't say anything, but I pull my head back from under the wall, get up, open the door, come out, stand facing away from his door, spread my feet apart, bend over and pull my cheeks apart. He opens the door, squats, and puts his head between my cheeks. He eats my ass. Not so great at ass eating, maybe, but it feels good. Then he reaches between my lets, grabs my dick, and pulls it back between my lets. He starts sucking, and licking my balls. Feels really good. He sort of alternates eating my ass and slurping on my pole. He isn't great, but he is not bad, and he is willing to work, as they say. He pulls his tongue out of my ass, orders me to turn around, and starts a more conventional cock suck. I like this, too. He runs a couple of fingers up my now spit slick asshole. He knows how to wiggle finger, though, and I surprise my self by cumming really vigorously. I had tensed, so he pulls off and has me come on his t-shirt and chest. Then he takes his doo-rag off his head, wipes my cock and his chest clean and dry, and puts the doo rag back on his head. I walk around the corner to the sinks, and bend over to rinse my mouth and my balls off. My lips and balls are sticky. This is kinda risky as I am naked. The retro guy leaves giving me a smile as he goes by. He pushes through the door, his soiled doo on his head, and its good by to another guy. I take my time washing up. Use the paper towels to take a kind of sponge bath. Then I rest my ass on a sink and get hot again thinking about what just happened. Another major mistake, another guy comes in. For a second I feel a stab of fear. I mean, most of the guys here are roving sex rangers, but not all. But he is a guy I have seen before,Craig, and we have "played well together". Usually he is kinda conservatively dressed, like he is a business major boy. But now he is wearing a blue and white nylon track suit - pants and a top. He has strawberry blonde hair, a pointy chin, and a pale white body. But nice muscle tone. Stocky but firm. And he must be in the same mood that I am in. He whips off his top and then steps out of his nylon track suit pants - and he isn't wearing anything underneath. Not even a thong or jock. He has a pair of flip flops on, and he steps out of those, too. I am startled - but I shouldn't be, I mean, I am now overdressed because I have a pair of sox on. He goes over to the stall next to mine, puts his outfit on the shelf behind the john, and comes back to me. I have started walking slowly towards him so we meet in the middle of the floor. He reaches up, grabs my head and pulls it down to him. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and starts scrubbing my tonsils. He reaches around and grabs a bottom cheek and begins messaging it. He grabs my right hand and puts it firmly on his hard cock. I replace it with my left, since I am left handed. I pump his pole slowly. He begins thrust fucking into my hand for awhile. Then he wraps my hair around my fingers and pull-pushes my head into his crotch. I start sucking. But there's a difference between what we have been doing and this. Its stretchiness. His dick has a wicked ass curve and I can't get it down my throat. I watch my cheek in the mirror above the sink - it bulges and stretches as he pushes in deeper. I gasp as I pull off. He always tells me that other people can throat him. Okay, but I can't. He winds his fingers into my hair again and pulls savagely on my head, trying to get his dick down my throat. I start gagging and choking. Not the sexy "I'm am having a tough time with your big cock but I'M ALMOST THERE" gagging, but the "I'm just about to upchuck on your legs cause I can't control my gag reflex anymore" gag. Not too sweet. I start wretching and he lets me off reluctantly. I pant, and stare at my knees, then lower my head almost to the floor. I am breathing really heavily. Need to recover from that. Almost mouth rape, but I did let it in willingly. I take him back in again and this time he is just fucking my mouth. I slurp, gag, gurgle, and use my tongue. He puts his hand on my cheek to feel his dick working my mouth. All of the sudden we are aware of the fact that we are being watched. There is a tall blonde guy wearing blue scrubs, gray sweatshirt, baseball cap. He has a long face, kinda nice looking. Seems to have a great body. He is looking totally shocked. I have been foolish, foolish, foolish. First I am a 3d wheel, now a shameless, risk taking slut. I get up slowly. Craig and I retreat to our stalls and shut the door. I am not sure what to do. When I am standing I can see over the stalls walls. I glance out at him and he still looks like he has seen a ghost. But he isn't going anywhere, just standing looking dazed. How did he get in here without us hearing? Probably when I was wretching and gagging and Craig wouldn't let me off his cock. Craig was probably pre-occupied with keeping it in me, and I was being gagged by curved horse cock, so I wasn't thinking about the doors. I sit down. Craig is bolder than I, or at least hornier (no, not that). He works his dick through the hole and hisses at me. "doit" I do. I go back to sucking. I mean, the guy has seen me with cock in my mouth, working at my job of sucking. So what's to lose as long as he just stays put? Craig pulls out and drops to his knees. He runs his finger along the hole. I slide mine in and into. Then the door opens again. New person comes in, wearing a white jersey, blue satin basketball shorts to his knees (they have the school colors and logo), and white tennis shoes. He must have heard our scabbling as I pulled my dick back and sat down, and Craig sat back down. Probably saw my head vanish behind the partition. He is a gay with a mission. He goes immediately to the stall on the other side of me and sits down. He looks through the hole. He hasn't taken his shorts down, but now he stands up and drops them. Steps out of them. Still wearing his jersey, though. Like Craig, he has come commando. He doesn't ask for service or seem shy. No porn dialog. He slides his cock through. Doesn't say a word. Pretty nice looking kid in an English school boy way. And in a short basketball jock way. Maybe 19-20. Its been an all my age evening, unlike most times here. I slowly start jacking his schlong through the hole, then go down on him. After a few minutes I get off the knob and look back at the other wall. Craig is looking through the other g hole. He points and nods. I take English guy's dick in my mouth and work on it some more. He doesn't make any sound for awhile, then a sort of satisfied grunt series, then more silence. I pull off with a pop. This goes on for about 10 minutes or more. My jaw is a bit tired, Craig's twisty giant boner and this guy wanting a marathon suck have made me feel like a pro. I rest for a minute. He pulls out and comes out. He probably thinks that the dazed Med Student (maybe a med student, maybe just an undergrad in scrubs) is part of the scene. Maybe he is. English boy peers through the door crack then pushes at the door. I don't so anything so he rattles it harder. What the hell. I open it up. I am still sitting. He leans in and kisses me. Probably can taste Craig and Doo-Rag Guy and St. Patrick's Day boy in my mouth because he gets revved up and starts swabbing my mouth and chewing my lips. I stand up. He squats and takes my balls in his mouth. I like my balls worked over and it doesn't get done as much as I would like, so this is good. He has a nice tongue. Uses it well too. He reaches between my legs and starts slowly teasing my crack and happy highway by brushing his fingers along them. Then he wets his fingers and sticks one up my ass. I shimmy and push down happily. Fortunately I have done a cum earlier, cuz I don't want to fountain too soon. This is nice. Dazed Dude is still watching, and Craig has come out and is playing with my nips - lick, pinch, lick, pinch. He gives my ass a hard slap, then another. He stands back and does a pelvis thrust. He clearly wants more dick sucking. But damm, I have done my duty on that evil sausage this evening. No more. I reach over and jack it, and play with his nuts. But no blowin. He gets the picture. He goes back in, and brings a lube tube and a condom out of his stuff. He slowly lubes up, watching me consider whether fucking is on the agenda. Then he joins Shorty the English Basketball Jock in fingering me. First I have two, then I have three, then I have four fingers working the territory. Both of them know a bit about it, so I assume that they get fucked, too. Then SEBJ slides his fingers out, looks up at me sluttily, and starts licking them. I throb. I love when people do that. He stands up and firmly turns me around. "give me that" he says to Craig. Craig does. SEBJ suits up, while I spread my legs far apart. He grips my hips and goes in. I am better at this than I used to be. He has to buck and hump for awhile, but then he's in and doing the deed. Meanwhile Craig has come out and suited up, too. "tag team". SEBJ asks if I want that. I nod. He pulls out and Craig tries to get in. I just can't. I stand up and say so. I bend over again and SEBJ mounts me again. Craig takes his revenge - he slaps my ass hard, then harder, then HARD. Several times. Then he slaps my face lightly but firmly. Both cheeks. Finally Craig gets down in front and slurps me in. Its all over in a few minutes. I shoot. SEBJ pulls out and coats my left leg, and Craig beats off onto my face. I walk over to the sinks to clean up. SEBJ follows. Craig just gets dressed and wanders off smelling of ass fuck, spooge, sweat, and cologne. When SEBJ and I have done enough cleaning so that I don't look cum covered we walk back to our stalls. He hauls a phone out of his shorts. He writes his number on a piece of paper and says call me and give me details. I do. Maybe we will meet again. I get dressed and we walk out. Its about 1:00 in the morning, I still smell like ass fuck and spooge and Dazed Guy is still standing by the sinks as he was when we cleaned up. Difference is now I have some clothes on. Even underpants. I wonder what the Dazed One's story is. He still looks sorta like a zombie. SEBJ tells me that I should be MUCH MUCH more cautious because the police are now occasionally checking the place because of orgy evenings like this one. SEBJ and I part after arranging to meet at his apartment or mine for a replay this weekend. I think about this evening. Tonight its just the hot memories. Later I think about the fact that I am letting people slap me hard when I don't like that much. Well, I like it some, but enough is enough. More is way too much. I don't think Craig and I are gonna party in the future. ---------------------------------------- So, thanks to everyone who wrote when I was sending earlier installments. I didn't want to write again until something that seemed to me interesting enough to write about happened to me. Otherwise I think I look like a shallow ass fool. That took awhile. If you feel inclined, let me know what you think.