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Dorm Encounter 8 of 23: Library Research
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Dorm Encounter Part VIII: Library unResearch
College for me has not been all fun and games, fucking
and sucking. Every now and then, I have to settle down
to some serious schoolwork. As I am basically the
center of attention on my hall, I rarely get anything
done in my room. As such, I have been known to haunt
the college's library from time to time.
On one such night, I had been at my desk in the stacks
somewhere for about two hours, when the urge to piss
overtook me and would not allow me to concentrate. I'm
not terribly fond of public bathrooms on this campus;
for some reason they are always dark and seldom
cleaned. I had never actually been in any of the
bathrooms in the library, but had to go so badly I
would have peed in a can if I had one.
Bucking up my courage, I put my book down and headed
off in search of the bathroom. It was in the center
core of the building where the elevators were, and I
was surprised, upon entering, at the overall brightness
and cleanliness of it. Don't get me wrong, now-- I
wasn't about to eat off the floor, but I felt more than
satisfied that germs flying through the air would not
land on me and turn me into The Fly.
I appeared to be alone, and went into a stall. I
hurriedly unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and
began pouring forth the torrential rains that I knew
were lodged within my bladder. As I stood there, I
realized that other bodily functions were required as
well. I undid my pants and turned around and sat down
and went to work. As I sat there, I began to notice
the graffiti on the walls of the stall. "For a really
good time call...", "I suck big cocks only if you
call...","I need to get off bad...", and one that
caught my eye especially: "I am new to cocksucking and
need practice. Will be here at 9:00 pm on the 17th.
Tap your foot if you want service."
I looked at my watch and realized it was one minute
until 9:00 on the appointed date. Just as I was
marvelling at the boldness of this invitation, the
outer door to the bathroom opened and someone came in
and took the stall to my right. I heard jeans
unzipping and a little shuffling around, but did not
hear any of the typical sounds of someone using the
bathroom for its intended purpose. This was getting
interesting.
The person next to me began making "obvious noises" and
so I stuck my foot under the partition and tapped it a
couple of times on the floor. He pushed my foot back
to my side and a piece of paper came floating down from
over the partition. I unfolded it and it said, "Throw
this back if you are interested in some serious head,
and do not move from where you are right now."
The mystery and intrigue levels here were starting to
get me excited and my cock reacted appropriately. I
threw the piece of paper back over the partition and
waited, my cock throbbing in my lap. I couldn't resist
giving it a couple of strokes as I waited for the
mystery man's next actions. I was completely
unprepared for what happened next. As I sat there, the
front of the large institutional toilet paper roll
holder opened to reveal my mystery man's side of the
stall. He had removed his unit completely, and was
pulling the "innards" of my unit to his side. In a
second or two, he had a large hole between the stalls
that was just the right height. I looked through the
hole and saw nothing at first, then a finger beckoned
me (or my cock, I should say) to stick itself in the
hole.
"What the hell," I thought, and stood up and stuck my
ramrod through the opening. In nothing flat, sweet and
terribly wet lips had encircled my knob and were
sucking insistently. I put my hands on the top of the
partition and let this guy go to work. He sucked like
a novice but was insistent and trying very hard to be
good at what he was doing. His tongue flicked around
my engorged cockhead and each drop of precum that
seeped out went straight down this guy's throat. I
moved my pelvis with the rhythm he was creating, and
before long, he had managed, much to my amazement, to
swallow the length of my rod. I began building my
fuckpace to a slow canter, pounding the partition
harder and harder as my cock sunk in and out of this
sweet mouth. He was getting better with practice, and
soon had me humming to myself as I prepared to blow.
I began rocking harder and harder, pummelling his face
with my tube until the moment arrived when my balls
began forcing their sweet nectar to the outside world.
He sensed my impending orgasm and clamped down on my
cock with all his might as if daring any spunk to leak
out. The pressure was all I needed and I began to
unload blast after blast of sexjuice into his waiting
and greedy throat. I came four or five times, shooting
slightly smaller blasts each time, until my legs were
shaking so hard that the partition was banging back and
forth. As the last dribble poured out of my cocktip, I
withdrew from his mouth and stepped back, gasping for
breath. I looked through the hole and was amazed to
find the last person I expected to find sucking cocks
in a library bathroom: my next door neighbor, Ted.
I stuck my face through the hole, smiled, and said,
"Goddamn, man! If you wanted action, you should have
just come next door!"
He bent over and smiled. "Don't you find this a little
more exciting, though, man?" he asked.
"Well, sure. I must admit it was really hot knowing we
could get caught, but I'm so hot now I could go again!"
"Well, why don't we go home and do something about
that, Andrew?" With that having been said, he closed
up the hole, putting the toilet paper units back into
place. We went into the library proper, I gathered my
books, and we began the long walk back to the dorm. As
we walked, I hung back a little so I could look at him.
I had never really noticed Ted before-- he's not
terribly good looking but he's not ugly either. Kind
of nondescript, really. I checked him out as he
walked, and I like what I saw very much. He had a
tight little ass that just begged to be plugged.
We arrived back at the dorm and went straight to his
room. With almost no conversation, we undressed and
met on the bed, mouths open to each other, kissed long
and hard. While rolling around, I could feel my cock
rubbing his, both of which were hard as rocks. I knew
what I wanted and flipped him over so that he was on
all fours. I pried his buttcheeks apart and sunk my
tongue into his musky hole. I reamed him for a
considerably long time, enjoying the feelings and
sensations that my mouth was experiencing. Ted seemed
to be enjoying himself as well as he pushed his ass
back towards my face and wiggled around, trying to
create new depths for my tongue.
Able to stand the pressure no more, I got on my knees
and pushed my cockhead against his hole. I began to
push in and he roared, "Take it easy, asshole! I've
never done this before!"
My cock instantly got harder knowing that I was about
to fill virgin territory. I eased my cockhead past the
constricting muscles and it sank into his ass canal.
Ever so slowly, I eased my fucktube into his tight hot
hole until I had buried myself to the root and my pubes
were scratching his asscheeks. He moaned in pleasure
and that gave me the go-ahead to fuck the crap out of
him. My passion and lust had built to a frenzied
level, and I began thrusting in and out hard and long.
He was moaning loudly now, grunting as I hit rock
bottom at each thrust.
I grabbed his hips and threw myself into my fucking,
pounding his ass with all my might as I rode this guy
like a cowboy. He grunted and moaned in appreciation,
bucking with me until we were literally a blur.
With little warning, the lava in my cock began to flow
deep within his bowels, bathing the hot rippling flesh
with warm creamy spunk. I blasted several big shots
and withdrew, shooting the rest all over his asscheeks.
As I calmed down, I bent down and licked his ass clean,
rimming the entrance to his ass, tasting my semen mixed
with his musky goo. I flipped him over and sat right
down on his cock, bouncing up and down until he was
digging his fingernails into my arms. I knew he must
be close, and true to form, he shot his hot load with
great force up into my ass. I slid up and down on his
pole as he shot, relishing in the squishy pleasure we
were both experiencing. I slowed as I felt the last
spurt shot inside me and allowed his cock to find its
way back to the outside. I laid down atop him, and we
kissed deeply, rolling around on the bed.
Panting and with hearts racing, we drew apart and
laughed. "Had I known you were this good, I would have
never left this building, stud!" Ted said to me.
"Well, I'm always here, always horny, and always
willing," I said with a wink. "Come back any time."
Ted left shortly thereafter, after planting a few more
kisses my way, and I sat down at my desk and returned
to my studies.
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