Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2020 00:30:10 -0700 From: JF X Subject: Getting Coached Chapter 3 (Revised) I was on all fours with a puddle of pre-cum in front of my dick, a load down my throat and the smell of a stranger's balls all over my face as I heard the door to the bathroom open. I froze and waited to see what would happen. I heard the guy come in and head to the urinals. Damn, he must not be here to cruise I thought. Even though I wanted more dick I was also coming to my senses a bit and figured I should probably get home before things got even more out of control. I tried to clean myself a bit, flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall toward the sink. I started washing my hands and that's when I looked up and saw the guy who was at the urinals with his back to me. Fuck! It was John, the stud I had met earlier at the reception. What the hell was he doing here? I couldn't remember if he'd said anything about being a PolySci major or having to do more school work tonight. I'd been too turned on by his huge frame and assertive attitude to pay close attention to what he'd been saying. And how the hell was I going to explain what I was doing here?! I decided to try and make a break for it and was turning to head for the door when he looked over his shoulder. Our eyes met and a slow smile that was half smirk spread across his face. "Jonathan! What are you doing here, I thought you had to head back to the city?" He said, eyes never leaving mine. He took in my flushed face and messy hair. "Uhhh, yeah. I do have to be getting back. But umm. Just wanted to take a quick look around my old department and needed to hit the head before the drive home." It wasn't a great story but it was the best I could do on short notice. "Head huh? That's funny cause I came here looking for the same thing." He chuckled at the pun. I groaned inside a little bit but cracked a smile and laughed nervously. "You know you should probably try going one more time, it's a long drive and you were drinking a lot of water at that reception. C'mon over." He said it slyly and motioned over to me with his shoulder. I knew this was a very bad idea. I really wasn't supposed to hook up with the students at recruiting events. He still hadn't turned around and was drawing me in with his eyes. His huge shoulders and back straining against his tight shirt as he looked at me over his shoulder. Then it happened. He shook his cock. I couldn't see his dick since he was facing away from me but I could tell from how he moved his arm that he was giving his dick a big shake. It flipped a switch in my brain. I had to see his dick. From the way he'd acted at the reception and the way he was holding it I was guessing it was big. I still had the taste of cum in my mouth, but I needed more, and at that moment all I could think about was seeing this dude's cock. Slowly I turned around and walked toward the urinals. John had his belt open and pants pulled down. As I stepped up next to him I looked down, not even pretending not to stare. It was amazing. He had a perfect dick and it was resting on two huge egg sized balls. His dick looked about 6 inches long and was soft although starting to chub up. It was thick with prominent veins running along the top. His head was huge, flaring out from the end of his shaft with a wide piss slit. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I needed it. "Taste it" He growled. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the bathroom. I didn't care if anyone came in or saw me. At that moment all I wanted was to feel his perfect cock slide into my mouth. It was even better up close. I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent; it was spicy and sweaty and went straight to my head. I opened up and could feel the head of his cock on my tongue, I licked around his piss slit and could taste a little of his salty piss still in his piss slit. I sucked it out and savored it. His cock was getting harder and harder in my mouth. I couldn't believe how big it was getting. I could feel it get thicker by the second and my lips were stretching. He was about half hard and I was already gasping for air. I started to get a rhythm going and he was sliding deeper and deeper into me. He leaned back and let me work on sucking further and further down his fat rod. Then he started whispering. "Yeah man. Suck my dick. I knew you wanted it. Show me how much you love that cock." I mumbled something back. "What's that, you want more? You want more of this fat dick? I'll give you some more." With that he grabbed my head and pushed his cock all the way down my throat. It was fully hard by now and at least 8.5 inches long and about as thick as a beer can. It was a good thing my mouth and throat had already been warmed up that night, but it wasn't anything close to preparing me for this stud's fat cock. John started long dicking my throat, sliding his cock all the way into me till I gagged and then pulled it out and started rubbing it all over my face. I was gasping for breath but wanted more. Being on my knees, worshipping this huge cock and looking up at John was exactly where I needed to be tonight. "You're a fucking mess dude. Covered in my cock juice and your own spit. You look great man." "I love it John, I love your huge cock. Use my throat bud." "Fuck yeah, here it comes." With that he plunged back in and held his cock all the way down my throat. I could feel his balls up against my chin and my eyes started to water. It felt so good. He was filling me. Meeting a need I didn't even know I had. All I wanted to do was service his cock. All I could think about was getting more and more of his dick inside me. All I needed was to be a hole for him to use. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my newfound role. Then I heard the outer door to the bathroom open. "Fuck" was all John said as he pulled his cock out of my throat and tried to stuff his huge hard cock back into his pants. It took me a second to realize I was still on my knees. John pulled me up and I tried to get it together and face the urinal. John motioned to me to wipe my face. I tried to use my sleeve to clean up but was sure there was still spit and pre-cum all over the place. The guy who came in headed to the urinal on the other side of John. I tried to play it cool but was panicking on the inside. I took a look over in his direction and things went from bad to worse. The dude who had just come in was a junior associate at my firm who'd also been at the reception. His name was Andrew and he was around 30. Plus he was married with a wife and two small kids. Andrew hadn't realized it was me yet and I had no idea what to do next. John was still working on getting his mammoth cock back into his pants but now seemed to be taking his time. Andrew is a good looking guy with dark hair and a lean soccer player's body and I could tell John was checking him out and wondering if the dude was here to play or really going to the bathroom. I didn't want to wait to find out. I turned away from Andrew and headed to the sink. I caught a look at myself in the mirror and it wasn't great. My hair was ruffled. My lips were red and puffy. I had some dried cum near my sideburn and the rest of my face was still glistening with my own spit and John's precum. Anyone who looked at me knew exactly what had happened. I was a mixture of proud and scared, and wondered what in the hell I got myself into. But I needed to get out before things spiraled even further out of control. I looked up from my reflection just in time to lock eyes with Andrew. He physically startled and got a shocked expression on his face. I didn't wait to try and explain what either of us was doing there. I just bolted for the door. --------------- If you have any comments or feedback, please feel free to send an email to jfx2026@gmail.com