Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2008 11:44:57 -0600
From: TB
Subject: A Sexual Journey 3

Intro to all stories: I was counting the number of blowjobs I had given the
other day, and when I got into the 30's, I realized that I had truly blown,
and sometimes fucked, many a man.  Some were totally hot encounters, some
were awkward and unsatisfying.  But each has a place in my mind and I will
try to write about each.  I'm sure I cannot maintain chronological order,
so only the first story will represent the first time.  I hope you enjoy.

Part 3

As time went on I became more distracted by the desire and lustful thoughts
of having a man's penis in my mouth.  I kept visiting the library, most of
the time without any luck, and would usually just end up jacking off into
my hand and leaving.

One time I did score though, and it is still one of my favorite memories
and fantasies.  I was cruising the basement bathrooms of the library again.
There is one on each side of the building, about a 3 minute walk from one
to the other.  The first one was empty, but I still took the time to sit
down in a stall and check the graffiti a little, and give a nice soft rub
to my aching hard erection.  After a few minutes, with no promising action
to read about, I buttoned up and made my way to the other side of the
building.

This other bathroom has 2 entry doors, one into a little room followed by
another into the actual bathroom.  I entered the first door, and decided to
quietly peek into the second to see if there was anyone there.  I tried to
be as quiet as I could.  I opened the door just a crack, and there in the
middle stall I could see a figure intently peeking through the crack in the
stall door straight at me.  The sensation of being caught hit me and I
closed the door and quickly turned and left the bathroom.  I stood outside
the door and gathered my thoughts as my heart beat out of my chest.
Finally I got my courage up again and this time went straight into the
bathroom.  As I approached the stall where the stranger had been, it
opened, and there sat an average looking young man shaking his half hard
dick in my direction.  Without saying a word I walked right into the stall,
got down on my knees, and went straight to sucking his dick.

I got it fully hard in just a few seconds, and was ready to give my best BJ
yet when the sound of a door emanated from outside the room.  He pushed my
head off, and I stood up, then he closed the stall door and I just stood
there wondering what to do.  I guess the gig's up, I thought, and turned
and left the bathroom.  As I was exiting, the door sound was revealed, as
my 400 level English professor was coming in to use the restroom.  He
smiled a sinister little smile at me, I nodded my head, and left.  To this
day I have no idea if he knew or even suspected my deviant behavior, but I
like to think he did.

I walked away from the bathroom, down a long hall back to the other side of
the building where my car was, when I heard the bathroom door close behind
me.  I turned to look and there was my partner-cut-short following me.  I
figured what the hell, and led him into a hallway where classes were held
during the week.  This being a Saturday meant no classes were in session.
I turned a corner, found a classroom with the lights out, and walked in and
waited.  Seconds later, in he walked.  We gathered in the center of the
room next to a table, and rubbed each other's crotches intently.  He moved
his hand to the back of my head to pull me in for a kiss but I was still
too new to this all and didn't want any of that, so I pulled away.
Instead, I dropped to my knees, unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down to
his ankles, and went back to work on his cock.  It was about 6 1/2 inches,
straight with a nice head, similar to mine for the most part.  I cupped his
balls with my hand as I guided his shaft in and out of my mouth, trying to
keep a steady rhythm to make it as pleasurable as possible.  He began
moaning and held his hands on the back of my head as I continued.  I knew
that I wanted to finish him off with his cock deep in my throat.  I picked
up my pace a bit, and tried to get as much of his cock into the back of my
mouth as I could without gagging.  I listened as his moans grew louder, and
kept at it with moans of my own.  I rolled his balls gently in my hands as
I bobbed up in down on his now slobbery cock.  I knew he had to be close,
and waited for it as he shot into my mouth without warning.  I slowed my
pace, and let his cock just throb as his cum shot into my mouth and on my
tongue.  He relaxed a little and I let go of him and spit his cum on the
floor, a nice little present for the students on Monday.

I stood up, figured that it was over, and that he would zip up and leave,
but to my surprise he dropped down to his knees, and undid my pants.  He
slid my cock straight into his mouth and with nice technique blew me to
orgasm in less than a minute.  I warned him I was cumming and he came off
my cock and jacked me off onto the floor as a second present to the class.
I thanked him, he thanked me, and we both buttoned and zipped up.  We left
the empty classroom without anyone noticing, and that was the last time I
ever saw him.