Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2009 22:32:10 +0000
From: wallymodo@gmail.com
Subject: college-restroom-1

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The usual shit applies; don't read if you're under 18 etc...
THIS IS A TRUE STORY


I was seventeen and had been in college about two months before I found
what I dubbed the "gay bathroom". It was a men's bathroom in one of the
college buildings with a pipe urinal and two cubicles. In the wall between
the two cubicles there was a decent sized hole, with was almost perfectly
circular, like someone had placed a tin of beans on it and cut around
it. It had a jagged edge so it was obviously created by a gay student over
a period of time. Anyway, I found it and was surprised to see it when I sat
down to have a shit. It was stuffed with toilet paper and there was no-one
in the other cubicle but I still found it very arousing. I finished up in
the toilet and made a mental note to check it out again as soon as
possible.


About a week later I was coming back from a late class. It was mid winter
and freezing cold outside so I had many layers of clothing on. I was also
very horny so I decided to pay the gay bathroom another visit. In this
building there were two bathrooms quite close together along the same
corridor and I couldn't remember which one I was looking for. As I walked
along the corridor, a few students were around. Just as I approached the
first bathroom, a man walked out of it, glancing at me with bright blue
eyes and continuing on his way. I walked in to check the bathroom, not
really paying attention to the man, probably about thirty. I quickly
crossed the room and looked into a cubicle, seeing intact walls. So
obviously it was the second bathroom. I walked out and headed towards the
other one, walking in and noticing that one cubicle was occupied. Heart
thumping, I entered the vacant cubicle and locked the door behind me. I
removed my coat and scarf and hung them on the hook on the back of the
door. As I undid my belt and slipped my trousers and underwear to my
ankles, I noticed there was a tiny gap in the tissue where you could see
through to the next cubicle. Exactly what I had hoped for, I might see the
other guy's dick.


I sat down on the toilet and leaned forward to look through the tiny gap.
When you were sitting on the toilet, the hole was a bit too far out, so you
had to lean to examine it. I could only see the blank off-white wall of the
other cubicle at first but then a black string swung down in front of the
gap, swinging in and out of view. Confused, I looked more closely. Then it
hit me: it was from the other guy's hoody. So he was looking at me
too... suddenly my dick started to grow.


I'll stop now to describe my dick. It isn't massive, nor is it tiny. I'm
not going to lie about it, I won't pretend I've a ten incher (I have my
doubts they even exist). Mine is a comfortable seven inches long, uncut. My
pubes stretch almost from hip to hip, but not quite. They are dark brown,
almost black, striking against my pale Irish skin. Anyway, back to the
story.


I retracted my head in shock, my heart thumping. I'm quite shy so I was
very wary of another person watching me for the first time. Slowly, I
leaned forward again, only to see the string had also disappeared. I
chanced a further glance, looking backwards towards the toilet where the
other guy was sitting. I could see he was jerking off but could not get a
clear view of his cock. I slowly began jerking off myself and noticed the
string again obstructing my view. I leaned back and stroked myself slowly,
enjoying it as I knew he was watching. Soon after, I leaned forward for my
next turn. He was still jerking off and I still couldn't really see it but
it was still a big turn on. Then I sat back again to give him his turn. I
got a shock as he pushed the toilet paper through the hole so it was
completely unobstructed. A gaping hole was between me and a complete
stranger who were both jerking off. He stood in front of the hole where I
could clearly see and slowly stroked his cock. The hole was waist height so
I could only see his cock, about the same size as mine, and his dusting of
light brown pubes. When he disappeared I took my turn. We did this a few
more times.


When I was jerking in front of the hole for the third time, his finger
appeared at the hole and I heard a grunt. I knew what he meant but I was
wary. After more insistence, I took a deep breath and put my cock through
the hole. I felt his fingers holding it still as he took it in his mouth.
This, believe it or not, was my first blowjob. It felt strange, but in a
good way. In fact I was really starting to enjoy it when he pulled away
from it. Disappointed, but willing to fulfil my duty, I stooped down in
preparation for giving him his in return. His cock appeared through the
hole a second later. It was thicker than mine but about the same length,
also uncut, but with the foreskin retracted. He had less pubes than me
too. I took it in my mouth and sucked it slowly. I've never liked giving
blowjobs. But nevertheless, I kept sucking until I felt I had repaid his
time and I pulled away from it. I heard a whisper: do you want some company
in there? I was very hesitant to let a complete stranger into a toilet
cubicle with me so I whispered back a simple `no thanks'. He retaliated
with persuading me so I thought why not and opened the door slightly so
that he could enter. Luckily enough there was no-one else in the bathroom.
He walked in a second later, grinning. It was the guy I had met coming out
of the first bathroom. I was a bit surprised but pleased all the same. He
closed the door behind him and I dropped my trousers again, as did he.


He kissed me full on the lips, as our swollen cocks rubbed together. He was
about five inches taller than me so I had to get on my tippy toes to kiss
him when he was at his full height. He went down and started sucking me
again, I was moaning slightly in pleasure. Then the bathroom door opened
loudly, and we heard someone using the urinal. He put a finger to his lips
to motion that we should stay quiet until the stranger had left. Then he
gave my head a slight push as a subtle hint to go down on him, so I did,
sucking gently and playing with his cock with my tongue. He gripped my head
with pleasure. Then I forced him to turn around and I began to eat his
ass. He had a hairless, round ass, which I loved. We fooled around for a
while longer, never actually fucking, but then he looked at his watch and
said he had to go. Disappointed, I pulled on my clothes and we disembarked.
He gave me a brief kiss and that cheeky grin again and he was gone. One
thing's for sure, I was definitely going back to that toilet...


Sorry I didn't write a longer one but there's only so much you can say when
you were doing the same thing over and over. Comments to
wallymodo@gmail.com

Anyone want to hear what happened when I went back to the bathroom?
By wallymodo