Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 16:16:21 -0500
From: ffighter34@hotmail.com
Subject: Stud Encounter

I just had a fantasy fulfilled and I just have to talk about it! 
 
I graduated recently from the university in the town where I live.  I still
try to work out from time to time at the rec center.  It is known for its
gay cruising, and is also good for just looking at fine male specimens.
 
I have noticed one guy in the locker room from time to time and generally
try to briefly check him out when I see him around.  Nothing especially
obvious, just a quick trip to the drinking fountain when he is changing,
things like that.  He is quite good looking and extremely well built - but
not someone that set off my gaydar.  In fact, he appeared to be one who
would be likely to beat the crap out of you if he thought you might be the
least bit interested in him or were looking some place that you shouldn't
be.
 
This guy is about six foot tall, about 195 pounds.  He clearly worked out
frequently - his muscles just bulge in all the right places!  He has light
brown hair and isn't real hairy.  From the times I'd seen him naked,he
didn't look really large in the crotch, but was definitely well
proportioned.
 
From the times I've seen him around, he seems to be very popular and talks
to alot of people.  He also seems to have worked at the rec center at one
time, based on the people he knows.  I'm also not sure, but I think he may
be in ROTC.
 
The indoor pool has a large window in a hallway at one end of the pool.  It
is good for checking out the scenery - both swimmers and guards.  Today, I
was walking out of the pool locker room and down this hallway and I noticed
he was talking with some of the guards.  I just kept walking and exited the
hallway, not thinking much about him.  He virtually ran into me at the end
of the hallway when he left the pool.
 
I just kept walking, not knowing just what the situation was.  He seemed to
be following me, which was odd.  I really began to get nervous as we passed
several doors and a stairwell without him moving away from me.  My thoughts
began to be of him finally deciding I had looked the wrong way at him one
too many times and that he was going to beat the shit out of me.
 
When we reached the end of the hall, I turned the corner and stopped at the
drinking fountain to get a drink and let him pass me.  He proceeded into
the restroom next to the drinking fountain.  Damn!  I was going to duck
into the restroom to try to avoid him!  I kept walking on down the hall and
moved to another part of the building for a few minutes.
 
The restroom he had ducked into is also a cruising spot.  After a suitable
period of time to let him do his business, I returned to check out the
crowd.  When I walked in, I nearly choked as he was standing at the
urinals.  There wasn't anyone else in the restroom, so I headed to the
farthest stall, hoping to stay away from him in case he was looking to beat
the shit out of someone.
 
After about three minutes and he was still standing at the urinal, I began
to get curious and began to stroke myself.  This was rather difficult since
I was still in full fight or flight mode!  In another minute or so, I heard
him zip up and pick up his pack and coat.  Whew!  I had lucked out.
 
Wait!  He's not moving towards the door, but towards the sinks, directly
across from the stalls.  Shit!  He has taken a seat in the stall next to
me!
 
I was really nervous again!  I tried very carefully to peek partially under
the stall at his foot to see what was happening.  I really didn't see
anything.  I kept stroking myself, but still wasn't very hard due to the
tension of the situation.
 
The next thing I knew, he had shifted his weight and was looking under the
stall wall, watching me jack myself.  He sat back up.  I quickly gained my
composure and looked under the stall wall myself and saw the hunky dude I
had admired from a distance for so long jacking himself off.
 
I was partially in shock at this site!  I never expected anything like this
to ever happen.  I sat back up and really went to town on my cock.  Soon I
saw his hand back under the stall wall, he was making a jacking motion.  He
wanted to jack me off!

I knelt down on the floor and started to slide my legs under, and he
reached out and took ahold of my cock and helped me get under.  His hand
felt amazing (he probably wasn't any better than anyone else but I was so
excited that he was doing it and it felt great)!  I got close and pulled
myself back from under the stall.  I wasn't in any hurry to have this stop!

I got down and looked under the stall wall again.  He was still jacking
off, and looking at me.  I licked my lips a couple of times to let him know
I was willing to blow him.  He knelt down and slid himself under the stall
wall.  This was the first really good look I'd had of his cock when it was
hard.  He wasn't especially long, about 6 to 6.5 inches and cut - but the
diameter was amazing!  A beer can is the best analogy!  His cockhead was as
wide as the rest of his cock, and leaking a drop of precum.

I promptly put my mouth to his cock and began blowing him as best I could.
The position was somewhat awkward and his cock was definately more than a
mouthful.  But he tasted fine!  I also stroked his legs and balls and even
slid my fingers back and stroked his ass crack.  He seemed to really enjoy
this.  I kept after his cock, licking it, and trying to swallow as much as
I could get into my mouth.  This went on for several minutes.

Soon he sat back up and stuck his hand under the stall again.  I slid back
under the stall wall and he began jacking me some more.  I guess he must
have gotten close from my blowjob and wanted to prolong the preasure too!

But I wanted to get at his cock again.  I stood up, pulled my pants up, and
exited my stall.  I looked at him through the crack in the stall door and
watched him stroke himself for several minutes.  I was hoping he'd open his
door so I could finish what I started, but he didn't.  Soon I decided that
I'd go to the urinals since that is where I first saw him when I came in.
He caught on and came to the urinals also.  He pulled his cock out and
really began stroking himself rapidly.

I knelt down in front of him, held his fly open with one hand and kept the
other on his hot ass and started sucking on his hot cock again.  This time
I was able to do a much better job of servicing his huge member.  I kept
sucking and stroking his ass.

Soon his breathing got shorter and he started wiggling some.  Soon I heard,
"I'm gonna shoot!  I'm gonna shoot!!" I wasn't about to pull my mouth off
his cock - I just had to taste his cum and see if it was as good tasting as
his cock was.  And it was.

Just as he began shooting, someone walked in.  We pulled away from each
other and turned back to the urinals - trying to keep the person who came
in from knowing what we were doing.  That person walked to a stall and sat
down.

When it was safe to look at his crotch again, his hand was covered with
cum.  He carefully fastened his pants and went to the sink to wash up.
When he was done washing, I moved towards him, put my hand on his still
bulging crotch and rubbed him gently and kissed him on the neck and told
him I'd help him out like that anytime he wanted.  He smiled, thanked me
and walked out.

Since this was at the end of the spring semester, I haven't seen him all
summer.  I'm hoping he'll be back in the fall and want some more
"assistance." If not, it was fun while it lasted and fufilled a fantasy for
me!

Let me know what you think! E-mail me at ffigher34@hotmail.com