Chapter Two: Road Trip

I got lots of email after my first chapter encouraging me to keep telling stories, so here you go. It turns out that at least a few Nifty readers have also had their fair share of shenanigans in the same places I wrote about. Wow. This could get interesting. Anyway, read on for more.

I spent a couple more years in Columbia, hitting the johns in Ellis, Jesse, the Union, and other places. I probably gulped down a good quart of Granola Boy’s jizz during that time, not to mention, well, an awful lot from more cute boys than I can count. But finally the time had come to get a real job and make my way into the real world. So at the end of 1997, I packed up my belongings, said goodbye to MU and its surroundings, and headed off for the Pacific Northwest. I had two weeks before I was due at my new job and fully intended to make the best of them. If you know what I mean.

The web had just begun to take off and CFS was at the time just a big page with a list of known active university tearooms. So armed with the list and an atlas, I had prepared a route from Missouri to Washington that lasted two weeks and hit as many potential campuses as I could and still get where I needed to be on time. The route took me west into Kansas, south through Oklahoma and Texas, then west through New Mexico, Arizona, up to Palm Springs, and then to LA. I had a few day detour into Utah to do some snowboarding, then I had to high-tail it up through Idaho, Oregon, and finally to Washington. Being a holiday weekend I figured I’d be SOL until about Arizona, but I still had to try.

Key places I wanted to visit were KU, an adult bookstore in Junction City, KS that was supposed to have a hot-and-cold running supply of horny army grunts in desperate need of a good nut draining, Texas Tech, UNM in Albuquerque, ASU in Tempe, all kinds of places in LA, and, time permitting, UO and OSU before pulling into Seattle (looking like a glazed donut, no doubt).

Getting there isn’t always half the fun

Well, as road trips go, this one started off pretty sucky. That part of the country isn’t especially beautiful any time of the year and in the dead of winter it has all the charm of a basement parking garage.

Being a holiday weekend, KU was a bust. All of the good buildings were closed, so I only spent a few minutes wandering around and decided to try for Junction City that afternoon. Not to worry, even though I missed out on KU-flavored dick that day I made up for it later.

I pulled into Junction City (that’s Indian for “shithole”, by the way) and made my way to the bookstore which was very close to the base there. I can remember shivering in anticipation of all those hot, butch, straight-ish young guys who were going to be fighting with each other to get their drippy boners through my glory hole and into my waiting mouth. Unfortunately, there must have been a military emergency of some kind that day because the only people in that bookstore were a small gaggle of pudgy middle-aged queens and an ancient clerk who was channeling Mae West (not that there’s anything wrong with that). Not really my cup of tea. I headed on back to the arcade, bought some tokens, and looked around to see if there was anything good to be had. No. I settled on a booth and a few of the guys tried the door but after the way I had set myself up I just wasn’t in the mood. Finally, I found a video that interested me, pulled out my dick, and cranked off a quick load so I could concentrate on the drive ahead. Wouldn’t you know it, as I was walking out I passed a seriously hot army kid looking all bashful in his fatigues. Talk about bad timing.

So, on to OKC I went, where I spent the night and set out early the next morning for Texas and New Mexico. The following night I spent in Albuquerque, in a hotel located conveniently close to the UNM campus. The following day was Sunday and I headed on over to campus to take a little tour and see what I could find in the library. Honestly my expectations weren’t too high, this being a Sunday on a holiday weekend, but I figured I had to give it a try since I was here.

You guys are wondering when the hell is there gonna be some semen in this fucking chapter, am I right? Hold still, it’s almost here.

So I invested an hour and a half at good old UNM, trying different tearooms, but never saw another soul. One thing that was interesting is the stalls all had doors that were very short – they were normal height off the floor, but had been cut off about chest-high so you could easily see who was seated inside. Nothing like a little eye contact to improve the efficiency of the search for someone to blow you. I wonder who’s bright idea that was?

Anyway, another wasted day, another wasted load. On to ASU, where it was warm, sunny, and most importantly, Monday.


I rolled into Tempe early afternoon, parked my car, and headed into campus. The conventional wisdom was that both Hayden Library and the Farmer Education Building had much to offer a cum-starved pervert tourist. I figured I would try the library first and if it were lacking, make my way on to the interesting-sounding Farmer Education building.



A bit of recon showed that the highly-recommended basement was nothing special, so I headed on up to the second floor. Based on the way this little adventure had gone so far, I was hopeful but not optimistic that something interesting would turn up.

Hayden Library is 4 or 5 stories, each one with a basically-identical restroom in the center of the building. After entering the room, there is a small privacy wall with a jog to the left, and then you are in a long narrow space with sinks all along the left wall and a row of urinals on the right followed by three stalls. The architects had thoughtfully specced a huge mirror that ran the entire length of the room, meaning that you could peer out the cracks in the stall doors and see who was coming and going in the other stalls, as well as any action at the urinals. Note that the person in the middle stall didn’t have to worry about cracks as they had no door. But chances are they would be far too busy paying attention to what was on the other side of the huge gloryhole to worry much about the mirror anyway.

As I entered, I heard the telltale sound of people quickly shuffling to get themselves presentable. There was nobody at the urinals but the first stall was occupied by a pair of warmup pants and some Adidas tennis shoes. The middle, doorless stall was also occupied by a guy who looked right out of an A&F catalog. Tall, dark, nice looking, pretty muscular, around 22 or so. This boy had no inhibitions about his body, either. As I walked by on my way to stall #3, and casually glanced over at him, he was sitting up with his legs spread and a very large boner standing straight up.

I took my place in the empty third stall, and had a seat. I could see Mr. Studly next door easily through the crack in the mirror and after a few seconds a nice, average cock of about 7” poked through the hole and my neighbor went right to work giving a fast blowjob. While he sucked, he rapidly stroked his own boner, running his hand now and then down to fondle his nuts and his ass. After a few minutes of watching this I figured I would help him out with that big thing and opened my door. The plan was to drop to my knees and crawl between his legs like the pig I am to get my gullet plugged. As soon as my door opened he stopped, closed his legs, and leaned down, hiding himself.

Helpful cruising tip #374: when a guy in a tearoom closes his legs and leans forward to hide his face and body from you, it means he doesn’t want to play with you. Increased persistence rarely pays off.

Well, shit. I went back inside and decided to just enjoy the view. As soon as I did, up he came and dove right back on that dick. Periodically he would look at my reflection in the mirror and hunch his hips forward, making a show of jerking off for me. Odd. He clearly wasn’t shy about messing around, and he clearly enjoyed my attention, so why couldn’t I have a nice helping of cute college jock dick? I opened the door and stepped out again. This time he waved me back in and whispered, “No! It isn’t safe!” OK, whatever. I went back to watching and he went back to sucking. A few minutes later I realized what he meant when the door opened and someone came in. The way the tearoom was set up, there was zero time to get back into your stall before they could see. So, the handsome boy with the big dick was just looking out for my best interests, but I was still bummed to see him working on that thing all by himself.

As it turns out, the guy who had entered the john was extremely cute, maybe 19, with dark hair and olive skin. Short and wearing chinos, a sweatshirt, and black Nikes. He walked over to the sink directly in front of the doorless stall and using the mirror, proceeded to obviously check out the guy with the big boner. After a few minutes, he turned and walked over to my stall. I leaned up and opened the door a crack, spreading my legs to show off my hard cock and see if he would like to step inside for some coffee and a blowjob. I remember clearly that his pants were tented obscenely and that he had a dynamite smile. He just said, “Hey. You wanna blow me?” Well…OK. I opened my door a bit more but he motioned me to follow him.

Two minutes later we were in an identical restroom on the third floor (minus the gloryhole) and I was on my knees in the handicapped stall undoing Cute Guy’s pants. Out popped a very nice but smallish uncut bone with a purple head sticking out of the foreskin and a ton of precum making the whole thing look very naughty. As I have pointed out before, you don’t have to ask me twice so I went right to work taking good care of him. This kid was clean as a whistle and smelled like Dial soap. While I prefer my boys with a little funk on them, he was so cute I wasn’t about to complain. While I sucked, he whispered words of encouragement that would have been hilarious if I had not been so occupied with the task at hand: “Yeah, you love my big cock, don’t you?” After some sucking I managed to work his pants down to his ankles and applied gentle pressure on his hips in the universal sign of “I want you to turn around so I can do something back there that you are really going to like.” He cooperated and bent right over, exposing a squeaky-clean, hairless buttcrack and tiny little hole and I kept my promise by licking, tonguing, and sucking his cute li’l hole while he stroked his dick.

Presently he was ready to nut and he informed me of this and asked where I wanted it. Well duh. He spun around, stuck his dick in my mouth, and let fly with three or four hard squirts. Yummy. Not bitter at all, just a bit salty. As soon as he was done, he pulled up his pants, put the still-hard dick away, and said, “Thanks. You do that really well.”

I assured him the pleasure was all mine and he split. After waiting a few minutes I really wanted to get back to the cute pair and the gloryhole downstairs so off I went. Sadly, when I returned, the tearoom was empty. At least this way I was able to snag the “good” stall and spent the next half-hour or so looking longingly at the gloryhole and waiting anxiously for someone to come in and let me try that badboy out.

Alas, it was not to be. Several pissers came and went, but no dick for me. Put off, I decided to roam around to the other restrooms there and see if I was missing anything. Not really. I returned about 20 minutes later to find the middle stall occupied by an older guy, dressed in cheap “slacks” and dress shirt and shoes. This is not a turn-on for me. So, I went back to #3, had a seat, and waited to see if something interesting would happen.

Presently someone came in and took the first stall. It happened so quickly I couldn’t see who it was but the middle guy wasted no time standing up and pressing himself against the gloryhole. Evidently everything went according to plan, because a few minutes later he pulled up his pants, washed his hands, and bolted. Not being a complete fool, I moved over to the middle stall and took a peek to discover an enormous, ghost-white thigh covered with…something. Acne maybe?

About this time, the door opened and I was trapped in the stall with no door. I really don’t like those – I’m not sure why, but I think it’s because being in one takes away any pretense of innocence or at least accident, and those are two things I find extremely appealing about sex in situations like these. But I digress.

I stood there pretending to pee and sensed someone walking behind me and stopping at the sink. A second later, a familiar voice whispered, “Hey. You think I could get another rimjob?” Wait a minute! Didn’t I just drain this kid’s cute little nuts an hour ago? They must be insatiable here in Arizona! Somehow I managed to make the difficult decision between eating out the cute college boy or taking my chances with Jabba the Hut on the other side of the hole and off we headed to the third floor again.

Cute Guy was already in the stall when I arrived so I opened the door to see quite a sight: pants off of one leg, legs spread wide, bent over the toilet with that perfect round ass sticking out. Wow. To my knees I went, and ate and ate and ate. His dick was still bone hard, still drooling precum. He didn’t touch it but after a few minutes he asked if I was ready to eat his cum again. He didn’t squirt much this time but I was appreciative just the same, and so was he. While I still had him in my mouth I reached down, did a few strokes, and unloaded all over the floor. Nice!

It was getting late and I wanted to get to my hotel in Phoenix in time to meet some friends for dinner so I took off. The original plan had been to head out for Palm Springs the following morning but during dinner I got to thinking that this was such a great tearoom, the boys were uninhibited and attractive, and the rest of the trip was an unknown, that maybe I should just stick around another day. Good idea!

Day Two

The next day around lunchtime I headed back to campus and set off in search of the Farmer Education building. I figured I may as well sample everything they have to offer there. After wandering around for too long, I gave up and headed for the library again.

This time the place was full. All three stalls rockin’, two guys at the urinals. From where I stood, everyone was cute and doable and nobody looked like they were in any hurry to pee and get out of there. I headed over to a sink and took a minute to check out the mirror and get a feel for who and what was going on. A minute later the door opened and in walked two campus cops. OK, now everyone is in a hurry. But no biggy. The cops had done their thing by making a pass through, everyone left but me, and I now had the Prime Stall all to myself. I took a seat and a few minutes later someone came in to take a piss in the doorless #2 stall. Of course, I watched. Nice dick, uncut, on a guy with a long-sleeved T-shirt, baggy sk8er shorts, and some particularly ripe-looking Vans. Ooh! Tattoos! I was all about this. I crossed my fingers with one hand and stroked my dick with the other hoping Skater Boy had more on his mind than taking a piss. I peered through the crack to get a look at the whole picture and was quite happy to see a Fred Durst’s little brother type.

Sure enough, within a minute or so someone had a boner. I motioned through the hole and he promptly stuck it right through. Nothing huge, just a nice normal dick. Knowing that it was on Skater Boy made it extra good, though, and I dropped down on my knees and gave him the works – deep throat sucking, chewing on his foreskin, tonguing his hairy nuts – and just totally got off on the funk coming from his not-recently-bathed crotch. Unfortunately, I wasn’t paying enough attention to myself and about the time Skater Boy was unloading his very large, salty load of goo in my mouth, I lost control and sprayed the floor with a good one myself. Dang. I had planned on making today an all-afternoon jizzfest. But unlike Cute Guy, once I nut I’m done. At least for a couple hours. Seriously, you could chain Justin Timberlake to a radiator in my basement and cover him from head to toe in Ashton Kutcher’s cum and I’d still rather take a nap or watch TV for an hour or two.

Disappointed, I mopped up, got dressed, and left shortly after Skater Boy. I headed out to pick up some lunch, enjoyed the sun and came back a couple hours later all recharged and prepared to last longer this time.

I hit the third floor again, just to make sure I wasn’t missing out on anything, and I wasn’t. So back down to 2, which was full again. I went over to a urinal and pulled out my dick and sort of lazily stroked it waiting for something to happen. The door opened and in walked Cute Guy. Good grief, what a hound! I was more than ready to attend to whatever he had that needed attending, but as he came in he made a lap around all the urinals, kind of checking everyone out. When he got to me, he rolled his eyes and sort of sneered. Huh. I guess he has a one-day maximum or something. He wandered over to the stalls and seemed unimpressed by whoever was in #1 and the doorless one. Who or whatever was in #3 was wearing a very large pair of Timberland boots and certainly got his attention, though. His dick was hard and he was rubbing himself in front of the door crack but didn’t gain entrance. After a few minutes he was still there, practically pawing at the door. He wanted at that bad! It wasn’t too long before several of the other guys wandered over to see what all the fuss was about and remembering the earlier visit from ASU’s finest I decided to go check out the periodicals for a bit. One thing was for sure. Whoever was in #3 had a fan club.

About half an hour later I headed back up to find the place deserted except for #3, which still held the same big Timberlands and their owner, and I took a seat in #1. Within a few minutes we were joined by someone else, who headed directly for the middle stall and took a seat. What do you know…Skater Boy again! What is up with these guys here? The keep coming, and coming and…

I assumed I would get another shot at SB, which was fine with me. I sort of wanted him to follow me up to the third floor so I could get a crack at, well, his crack. He took out a pen and started writing on a piece of toilet paper. And writing. Christ, it was practically a novel. He handed it under the stall to the big Timberlands and then proceeded to take a huge wad of toilet paper and stuff it into the gloryhole. I dunno what he was trying to accomplish. Evidently he didn’t want me to be able to see him doing whatever it was he hoped to do over there. It may not have occurred to him that the mirror made that pretty easy regardless. Eventually it became obvious that he was trying to get Timberlands to slide his dick under so he could suck it but Timberlands was just not cooperating.

Pretty soon someone else came in and took the urinal right next to my stall. Now there is a gap of maybe 2 ½ inches between the wall and the stall where it juts in so you can pretty easily make eye contact and have a casual conversation with whoever is at that urinal if they lean forward a little bit. In my case it was a short and handsome black guy with a nice smile, jeans, T-shirt, and Adidas. He made it quite clear that he was more interested in whatever I was playing with between my legs than in casual conversation, so I stood up and we both had a good view of each other jerking off. His dick was pretty long and very, very thick – like a beer can – and so I immediately started plotting ways to get that thing in my mouth. But try as I might, he just wanted to stand there and jerk off together.

I managed to squeeze my fingers through the crack and he moved forward to let me touch it but wouldn’t kneel down. I opened my door and motioned him inside but he shook his head no. How frustrating! So, we stood there watching each other for a few minutes while Skater Boy and Timberlands did the hokey pokey or whatever next door, totally oblivious. Finally my guy was clearly getting ready to nut – heaving breathing, up on his tiptoes, etc. – so I put my fingers back through the crack and he stepped forward and just blasted them – and the wall – with his jizz. I carefully pulled them back through as he zipped up and left.

True Confessions of a Men’s Room Pervert Trivia Time: I realize this is only the second chapter but you probably know me well enough by now to answer this one. Did I:

a)      quickly wipe the cute guy’s cum off my hand with some toilet paper

b)      lick my fingers clean and curse the wall that got the rest


I sat back down and contemplated the scene next to me. Notes were still going back and forth but not much else. I guess he finally got frustrated or something, because all of a sudden Skater Boy pulled up his pants and walked out. Timberlands didn’t move. About a minute later, Skater Boy came back in, back into the middle stall, and pulled out the toilet paper. He wasted no time dropping his shorts and sticking his hard dick through. It looked red and angry, like he had been punishing it for quite some time. It was also wet and sticky with precum, which is always a good thing in my book. I opened wide and slid it in, getting ready to give him another five-star blowjob. Much to my surprise and not inconsiderable consternation, he blew in my mouth within five seconds. That’s no fun! Being the dutiful cumpig that I am, I swallowed it all down and, since he was standing still for it, licked him clean.

So, Skater Boy split again and it was just me and Timberlands. I’ve seen shy guys like him before. Especially if they’re cute, they may sit there for hours while guys are hitting on them like crazy, too afraid or whatever to make a move. Granted I didn’t know what he had been up to when I wasn’t there but based on the behavior I had seen I decided to just ignore him and wait for something else to come along.

After a few minutes of sitting there, he whispered, “Did you swallow that guy’s come?”

I said I had.

“Did it taste good?”

Yes, it had tasted good. I asked him if he liked the taste of come. No response.

After a couple more minutes I heard a commotion and looked through the hole to see him squatting down in his stall, facing mine. He had really nice muscular thighs with a little bit of a tan and a dusting of light-brown hair. And jutting out between his legs was one magnificent penis. We’re talking Pringle’s can here. Without exaggerating, I would say 10 inches long and way thicker than I could wrap a hand around. It was about half hard, sort of hanging there, twitching.

Of course I immediately knew I had to have it in my mouth.

I decided to try the direct approach. “You got a big dick dude. You want me to suck it.”


“How come?” It seemed like the least he could do was justify his decision to deprive me of that stunning piece of manhood.

“Well, I already came four times today. I don’t think I can come again.” These fucking Arizona guys. It must be something in the water.

I whispered back that I really needed to get off and would love to suck him for a while even if he couldn’t come. This followed by a bit of back-and-forth because he didn’t want to come over to the middle stall so I could do it. He seemed mortified by the idea of being visible in there. Finally I agreed to move to the middle so he could come take #1 and we could use the glory hole. As soon as I moved, he came out and zipped over to #1. Wow. Fucking gorgeous guy in his early 20’s. Around 5’ 11”, muscular, with a nice tan, light brown hair, very handsome face, and…that’s all I had time to see.

He went into the stall, dropped his pants and just stood there on the other side of the hole stroking. He whispered that he wanted to get it hard first. How considerate. I informed him that was my job, and he slid it through.

I’m not sure why it is that I have this obsession with freakishly huge dicks. I mean, what exactly am I gonna do with one when I catch it? It won’t fit in my mouth, it’s sure as hell not going up my ass. Really all you can do is hold it like a baked ham, and maybe lick it or something.

So I did my damndest and with a combination of stroking, licking, and sucking the head managed to get it hard. Fucking tremendous. I would give anything for a picture of it sticking through that hole with my grinning mug in the background. I continued to worship him and his monster for about 10 minutes and decided I wanted to try and get a taste of his ass too. So I asked him if he’d be willing to squat down on my face if I slid under his stall, but no, he was out of time and really had to go.

I thanked him profusely for sharing that thing with me and then he said, “Can I suck you off before I go?” BAM! My dick was through that hole so fast I nearly hurt myself, and he knelt down on the floor and took my dick in his mouth. While he was sucking, he scooted up enough so that his big dick was rubbing up against my calf. Who knew that could be such a fucking turn-on?

This guy gave what has to be one of the three best blowjobs I’ve ever had. Sure, lots of guys give a good blowjob. But you know how every once in a blue moon you find a mouth that has exactly the right combination of heat, wetness, friction, slippery, and velvety all at the same time? This guy had it going on in spades. My knees nearly buckled and I let out a loud groan. Within maybe 30 seconds I let loose in his mouth and he eagerly swallowed it all down. After I was done, he kept at my dick, licking and sucking. I actually had to pull it away from him.

So, I thanked Timberlands again for the lovely afternoon and headed out to my car. One more night in Phoenix and off I was, headed to sunny California.

To be continued…

I hope you enjoyed chapter two. By all means, if there’s anything I can do to make your masturbation experience better; don’t hesitate to let me know.