Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2007 13:20:34 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Stick it Through the Hole, Dude"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Encounters

===Absolutely this story is limited to people over 18.  If you are not,
please do not tarry.


I go to Stanley College for MBA courses at night while working full time at
National Bank in Boston.  I'm 22 years old.  My life is really full, I
don't have time for social things, consequently I am perpetually hard up.
The only relief I get is that half hour after work that I spend in the
basement john at two holer at the college.  I jerk off quickly and that
seems to get me back on keel.  It became a regular routine until last week
when someone drilled a hole in the plywood wall that separated the two
commodes.  In addition, there was a black marker drawing putting hair
around the hole and an arrow and sign stating "Put it here for BJ."

That made me shiver, shake and breathe hard at the intimacy of it all.  I
am not exactly new to boy sex.  My high school friend sucked me off a few
times.  I didn't do him.  That was about it.  I fucked girls a few times.
At present I have no time for anything but these clandestine wanks.

I told you my age, but not my appearance.  It is not especially arresting,
although Larry, my gay friend thought I was sexy.  I am lanky, smooth, a
little large in the nose and ears.  My junk is pretty big.

Just then, as I was zoned out, someone went into the next shitter.  This
was the first time this happened.  I sat up high, my ass on the back of the
seat and tried to look in the hole without being seen.  I got a glimpse of
black briefs being pulled down and a slightly hairy ass descending to the
seat.  His cock was obscured by his heavy muscular legs.  His hand went
down to rest on his cock and I could hear noisy piss hitting the water.
Gee, we were really close to each other; I could actually get a faint whiff
of his urine.  The noise of his piss made me start a stream and mine was
equally loud.  When he finished, he let out a sign and said, "That felt
good."  I don't know if he was speaking to himself or me.  I kept quiet.

I looked at my watch.  It was really time to get my pants up and get up to
my class.  I hadn't jerked off and I felt horny and unfulfilled.  I'd just
have to stuff it.  But during class my mind kept drifting back to those
full thighs and the smell of his piss.

A guy came into class late.  He could have been my partner in the john.
His upper legs looked powerful and the color of his pants was the same.  He
was a nice looking kid, a little younger than me, dark hair, some forearm
hair.  It could be him.  He sat near me in the only empty seat.  Once
during class he asked a question and I was thrilled to hear his voice.  It
was very deep and rumbly.  It did sound like the three words heard through
the partition.  After class I headed down to the toilet so I would have an
empty bladder on the long bus ride home.  I heard steps in the corridor
behind me.  When I reached the door of the john I opened it and held it for
the person coming up behind me.  It was that same boy from my class.  He
gave me a slight smile and disappeared into the same compartment he had
occupied before....if he was, in fact, the same guy.

I stepped in front of the urinal.  I was too shaky to enter the other empty
compartment.  My face was hot.  I took my dick out and tried to pee, but it
was pretty stiff.  I pushed and pushed.  Then a smell of shit crept along
the floor and I smelled it.  I began a stream. into the long trough urinal
made of tin and my stream resounded loudly against it.  A few sounds came
out of the boy's compartment, sounds of "uh" as he dropped his load into
the water.  It was as though I had acute hearing, or I was right next to
him.  These intimate sounds were both exciting and troubling.  Troubling
because I felt I should not be hearing them; and that I was eavesdropping.
I buttoned up and left, still shaken.

The next two days were the weekend and I found myself waiting for Monday
after work with anticipation.  I had fantasized that the boy was trying to
get to know me, that he probably was very taken with me and he wanted to
have sex with me.  Of course this was based on nothing except my own
imagination, yet on Monday, before class, in the basement toilet I was
proved partly right.

I arrived before he did.  I had especially changed to shorts even though it
was frown on by the school.  I wore a white athletic shirt, my bare arms
and shoulders were exposed.  I thought I looked pretty sex and felt that
way without underwear too.  I pulled my stuff all the way down and my
shorts rested on my slides.  The short undershirt exposed my belly and the
hairline there.  If he peeks through he will be instantly excited.

The front door opened, then the inside door.  This place was perfect for
safety.  The wooden door of the next cubical opened nosily and a figure
entered.  I think it was the same guy.  I got into my ass against the rear
of the seat and lifted myself to sit very straight.  It certainly looked
like the same guy, the fuzzy, cute ass was exposed and be also dropped his
pants to his ankles and showed his hairy legs.  He changed his position
slightly, tilting himself toward the hole and I could see his penis.  It
was hard and the foreskin was retracted.  A faint odor passed through the
hole.  I generally do not like that smell but this time it made my head
spin.  I couldn't wait to get an invitation for my hard prick to come
through the hole.  I waited for his beckoning finger.  After a long time, I
saw him get up.  I guess it was over, but instead of lifting his pants he
turned toward the hole.  I could see his prick clearly now pulsing, about
six inches back.  Then he spoke, "You want this?  I think you do, you keep
looking.  Are you a cocksucker?  Don't be shy put your finger in the hole."

I was panting with fear and desire, I mean, I almost fainted from
hyperventilation.  What did I get myself into?  I should leave, but I was
transfixed.  Finally I put my mouth near the hole to talk to him.  "I could
give you a couple of strokes, but I don't suck."

He laughed heartily at that.  I was being ridiculed.  "Strokes don't cut
it.  Get ready to suck or get the fuck out of here."

"Yessir," I whispered meekly.  His sure nature took a decision off the
table.

He moved forward and the red, moist head hovered just inside the hole on my
side.  My head was reeling.  I guess I was supposed to lick it but I got
confused and I kissed it.  I heard him say "Nice boy, not get that tongue
going."

His prick came half through.  There was already six inches there and I
don't know how much more was on the other side.  I figured the only way to
get this over with was to comply.  I opened my mouth and slipped it over
the head, then as saliva rushed into my mouth I took my lips right up to
the edges of the hole.  "Yeah," he moaned.  "That's a sweet boy.  You want
to make me feel good.  Get that boy tongue working."

I licked the underside and swirled my tongue around the head, remembering
the way my friend had sucked me.  He was leaking pre spunk heavily, drops
were falling on the floor.  Now more length came through until I could see
his black pubic hair sounding the hole.  He must be over eight inches long.
He cock was jumping and pulsing.  "Get with it kid.  Swallow it.  I can
only get off with deep throating."

There was no way I could do that.  I'm no sword swallower.  I did take more
and he began moaning loudly.  I was conscious of the danger of being
arrested here.  I had to end this soon.  I sort of unhinged my jaw and
opened my throat and to my surprise his cock worked its way down.  I
suppressed my gag reflex by breathing heavily through my nose.  He was
howling now in pleasure and I felt proud.  "That's so hot.  You're a good
cocksucker.  I'm going to give you my spooge in a minute, keep it up."  He
hardly finished this sentence when he began banging his hips against the
partition, and shouting out gibberish.  I hung on and then suddenly he
stopped moving.  His penis got really stiff and he began unloading and
quart and a half of the most delicious tasting stuff I had even
encountered.  He mewled and sang all through the delivery.  I thought that
was very hot and affecting.  I really like his sexual personality.

At last he withdrew.  "I guess you'll spank your monkey now.  I don't do
stuff in return, sorry."

I said nothing.  I waited for him to leave and jerked off vigorously.  I
could taste his spunk strongly in my mouth and that made me cum harder.

Upstairs in class, he was there.  When I entered the room he waved faintly
and smirked at me.  I didn't feel so good about all this, I had been used,
no doubt.

But I got over my embarrassment and I began to get sexed up again and
remembering the great feelings of electric energy that coursed through me
as I serviced him.  I noted that he had a beautiful puffy mouth as if he
was always kissing.  I long for that mouth to encircle my cock.  On Tuesday
I found him already there.  As I opened the door to my cubical he opened
his door.  He stood almost naked, his large cock standing out.  "Do you
want to do it in here or the hole?"

I said nothing.  I entered my side, dropped my pants and put my already
stiff prick slightly through the hole.  I said in a harsh whisper, "Suck
me."

There was a laugh from the other side.  His put his palm against my penis
and pushed it back out of the hole.  "You're blocking me, get it away.  I'm
no queer cocksucker.  You're the cocksucker here.  Get sucking."  He pushed
his entire cock through the hole, I got on my knees this time.  I opened my
mouth and took it all.  I vigorously sucked and licked.  He came fast this
time.  I swallowed it and jerked off into my toilet.  He watched me through
the hole.  "Nice cock kid."

He got dressed and then pushed open my door.  He held it open.  "Be here
this same time each evening.  I'll try to make it.  I know you like that."
He laughed with that bass laugh and left.

 The next two nights he didn't show up.  On the third night he banged into
the john and threw open my door.  "Tonight we're going to do something
different.  This routine is getting old.  Follow me gay boy."

He headed down the basement hall on to a door.  He unlocked it.  It was
sort of a storeroom.  In the center was a desk and chair and the shelves
were filled with supplies.  I entered after him.  He locked the door.  "Is
this a safe place?"  I asked.

"I am on the maintenance staff to earn money for tuition.  This is sort of
my home away from home."

I stood there not knowing exactly what to do.  "Get undressed," He also
took off his clothes.  We were both erected and beginning to breath hard.
He began to talk to me in a different manner than he had down at the Glory
Hole.  "You suck a mean cock.  I loved it.  Getting sucked is my second
favorite thing.  Getting fucked is what I love the best.  I love to stow my
dominant nature and just give it up to a hot boy like you."  He took my
shoulder and turned me around twice.  "Oh, you are such a skinny stud.  You
are so hot."

I took this opportunity to check him out.  He was a bulky kid and fairly
hairy.  His best feature was his square face with side dimples and
beautiful shaped white teeth.  He was pretty muscular too.  I guess he
could take me in a minute.

I was dumbfounded at the sudden change of personality.  I was definitely in
favor of fucking him.  He handed me a lubed condom and then crossed the
room and lay across the desk, his fuzzy ass in the air, both hands holding
the cheeks open.  As I came close I could see his pink pucker surrounded by
a swirl of hair.  It was kissing the air anxious to be entered.  He spoke
meekly, "Dude, cone inside but don't enter too fast and be gentle."

What an amazing change.  My cock was dripping already.  This would be my
first fuck.  I put on the condom.  It was so thin that I was sure I'd feel
everything.  I put the head at his pucker.  He sobbed in pleasure.  "Should
I push in now?"

"Yeah, please.  You're just about an inch from my prostate.  When you hit
it, that usually sends me in orbit."

I slide in and he bucked up and howled.  "That's it.  Ok shit, it's so
good.  Slide back and forth."

I decided that he was getting back into his bossy stuff.  I gave one ass
check a smart slap.  He lifted his head and looked at me with almost a cry
face.  There were some tears in his eyes.  "Why did you hit me."  He asked
in a little boy voice.

"Because you are getting smart assed, trying to run the show.  Now get back
down, grab your cock and enjoy the ride."

Now I pulled back and then shoved in.  Each time I did it he would cry out
with pleasure or passion.  I was really enjoying this.  I could feel his
stroking of his cock.  "I think I might cum soon.  Do you want to come with
me?"  I slapped his other cheek, making a matched set of hand prints.  "Hey
shithead.  Stop trying to run the show.  I got lots of thrusts ahead before
I spew inside your guts.  Now shut up."

I really now began a heavy fucking.  It is hard to know if he liked it or
was scared by it, but he sure did make a lot of noise.  In about ten
minutes he called out that he was coming and his ass hole clamped down a
few times as he shot.  That felt excellent and it was just what I needed to
unload myself.  That cum came from my toes and swirled upwards and locked
my whole body as I blew into his hot body.

I stayed hard.  He tightened to keep me in also.  "Don't leave yet."  He
pleaded. " I want to make it last longer.  You fucked me better than anyone
ever has.  I am your boy.  You can have me any time you ask."

I was relaxing in post cum mode.  Strangely my cock hadn't gone down.
Geez, I was still definitely horny as though I had only given him half my
spooge.  "Hey kid, get on your knees and give me a blow job and take it
deep."  He scrambled up and got on his knees in supplication.  His face
turned up toward me.

"Order me to do it."

"Do it you shit or I'll keep slapping your face until you do."

He got to work.  He was some excellent sucker.  Better than me, I think.
He had tongue tricks and suction tricks.  I couldn't last.  "I'm going
down," I grunted.  He shook his head affirmatively.

It hit me.  The second cum was a little painful but overwhelming.  He
licked his lips in pleasure and sucked me again in case there was anything
left.

We both got up and dressed.

"Who's the boss?" I asked, holding his chin tightly.

"You're the boss and I'm the horse," he said slapping his own rump.


End