Date: Wed, 27 Aug 1997 13:58:52 +0000
From: dicksucker_2000@yahoo.com
Subject: Collegiate Rest-Room Suck

          It was during the beginning my second year of college that I
found myself in the periodicals room of the library. It was my custom to
come here to study and catch up on some magazine reading or plunder into
what ever caught my fancy. It was located in the basement of the library
where hundreds of patrons visited every day. As I recall on this
particular occasion I was working on one of those complex accounting
problems. The kind of problem that took two days just to get the
background information on. It was very late at night, and it did not
take long on this occasion to became board with the subject and, I
decided it was time for a break so I adjourned to the men's room.
          Upon entering the lavatory I noticed a prevailing scent of
urine combined with cleaning solution. The fragrance of those bowl
deodorizers lingered in the air as if it were a permanent fixture to
these quarters. That profuse odor is a hallmark of this room and a
blindfolded man would know this room as soon as he opened the door.
          The first stall was occupied so I trotted down to the one on
the end, opened the door with a creek, and steeped inside. I inspected
the stool to see if it were clean and decided, as I was sitting down,
that it was. While siting I became interested in the graffiti that
littered the walls. They were covered from tip to tow with all kinds of
stuff. Things like "For a good time call...", "alphas are gay", and
"don't knock dick sucking until you try it". Some talented artist had
converted some of the wall into a tapestry of expression with many eye
catching works of art.  One of the representations was of an erect cock.
The three dimensional detail was striking. The head had a pronounced eye
and the sides were rendered with a heavy venation texture. There were
also bits of cum dripping from the nip onto a tongue positioned just
poised under the head of the phallus. I recall that the penis had a
distinct but very slight upward arch to it.
          After reading and admiring the art work I decided to add a
smattering or two of my own. Grasping a fat black marker from my
backpack I scribbled the words "TAP FOOT FOR BLOW-JOB". I situated the
words on the bottom of the front wall that ran all the way to the floor
so that the person in the adjacent stall could see them. As I etched the
letters a toxic smell was released by the marker that filled the stall.
Soon after that, I was getting ready to go and about to step out when
suddenly a guy walked into the rest room. At that point I decided to let
him do his thing and go before I would make my exit. I thought he would
go to a urinal, but he went into the stall next to mine. He sat in the
stall and did not make very much noise save a few grunts here and there,
and I decided that he must be admiring the walls like I was. I could see
his foot which must have been size 14. I moved my foot, as if to point,
an inch or two closer to the sign I had written a few moments ago. It
was as if a game of chess were being played, for after I moved my foot
he moved his a little closer to mine. Then suddenly a new patron entered
the lavatory. This guy went to a urinal did his business and left. As he
opened door to make his exit the my neighbor gave my foot and ever so
light glance with his gargantuan 14 and quickly pulled it out of sight.
I moved my foot a few more inches toward his stall and, just as if on a
hunt, weighted. Soon after that I heard him bend over toward the front
of his stall, then simultaneously I saw a pencil pointing at my sign and
felt two firm taps on my foot. It was clear that this stud wanted his
dick sucked.
          When I realized that this was no longer a game a sharp chill
pierced the entire length of my body. Thoughts began to go through my
mind like get up and leave now, and he is going to be trouble. After a
few moments of hesitation, I mustered the courage to unlatch my stall
door. The clanking of the bolt filled the room. Soon after that the guy
next to me stood up opened his door and exited. He moved to the front of
my stall and pushed the door open not very fast and not very slow
either. The most chilling sensation I have ever felt rushed from my toes
to my head and settled in my gut. He stepped inside and bolted the door
behind himself. The stallion looked down at me and moved in closer.
          This guy had on black knee highs and a sporty looking athletic
shirt. I could see a pronounced bulge in the prow of his shorts. A bulge
that he positioned about six inches in front of my face. With my eyes
firmly trained on his jock, he muttered in a low voice "are you going to
just look at it or are you going to go down on it"? With that I timidly
put my hands on the cheeks of his ass and pulled him closer. I buried my
face into his shorts at the spot where my eyes had been focused. His
cock was simi hard next to my kisser. There was a faint mushy smell
emitting from his basket. After a few moments of rubbing my face in his
lap, I pulled his jet black shorts down to his ankles.  He had on crisp
white underwear that firmly fitted to his ass. The only spot was a
yellow stain centered in the front of his lap. I could feel that the
cloth was stretched across the crack in his butt. The stiffening
sausage, now just inches from my hungry watering mouth, was obscured by
only one thin layer of clothing. The shaft and head of the cock could
easily be discerned sticking toward the left. I stuck my tong up against
the cloth that covered the head. Loosing some of my inhibitions at that
point, I started to vigorously suck at the fabric hiding the ever
hardening dick. The material had a faint salty taste.
          While I was sucking on this fellows drawers he slid his thumbs
under the elastic band and slowly began to pull down. The first thing to
come into view was the top of his shaft, then his nuts, and then the
complete pole. Seeing the stem, I began to lick it. Shortly there after
the stud gave his draws another tug downward and I found myself looking
down the barrel of a fully engorged eight inch long almost 1 3/4 inch
wide love log. At the base were two nuts which were snugly drawn up
against the bottom of the cock. The trunk was thick and had venation
texture and slight curvature like the picture drawn on the wall. The
head on the shaft was very fleshy looking. Inspecting the prominent eye,
I could see the glisten of pre-ejaculatory fluid starting to accumulate.
It was obvious that this love mussel had a load begging for release, and
it was even more apparent that this stallion expected my to service his
desires.
          Upon completion of my inspection, I closed my eyes, opened my
salivating mouth, placed my hands on the stallions buttocks and pulled
him in. As the underside of the head touched my tong, I could taste the
bitter sweet sparkling ooze that had been congregation at the tip. With
a salty tang relishing taste in my mouth I began to massage the
underside of the head with the tip of my tong. The salty sensation
emitting from the fully erect dick continued to fill my mouth. 
          The fellow I was servicing was really getting into my lick
teasing action and he started to lean forward driving his dong into my
mouth. He was now supporting his body with his hands on the wall behind
me. I was leaning back as far as I could go, and began to gag on the
fleshy tool now buried about six inches in my mouth. Reaching up with
both of my hands and with a grunt pushed him away from me. His cock
exited my mouth as the jock took a step back. Upon gaining his
orientation the stud brought his prick back to my lips. Not willing to
get boned to death, I grabbed his pud at the base with my right hand and
inserted the remainder back into my unsatisfied orifice. Then the stud
started to plunge his rod in and out of my fist and mouth. As his head
reciprocated in and out of my entrance, I gave it strong relishing
sucks. We were the only two in the room, so I filled the chamber with
blow-job sucking sounds. My tong was also doing a dance on the underside
of the head with each powerful trust.
          After about two minutes of stroking and sucking, I could feel
the stallions buttocks tighten. Then suddenly a rush flew past my right
hand and into my mouth. The taste was much stronger this time. Up until
now I had been swallowing all of the pre-cum jisim, but this load was
much bigger than I had anticipated so I allowed it to accumulate in the
back of my mouth. After the initial ejaculation the stud kept up is hip
action to get all of the cum from his spent pud into my mouth. Upon
completion of his reciprocating action he propped his right arm on the
wall above me and leaned forward on the wall.  I did not allow him to
remove his dick from my mouth as I decided that this load was going
down. 
          Contemplating a quick swallow, I opted for only a little at
the time. Down went the first bit. It made a trail of slime down the
back of my mouth that seemed to stretch from the pool of spunk all the
way to my stomach. With a second attempt, down went a little more. By
the third try it was all gone, but the bitter salty taste lingered on. I
gave his now simi-flaccid pud a few final sucks which yielded only a few
more drops of cum, and down it went.
          With all the cum gone I removed my hand from his beef stick
and let the head slide out of my mouth. Looking up at the thoroughbred
who had just pumped my face, I opened my orifice up to him so he could
see that his concoction of semen had found it's way down my throat. From
the expression on his face, he acknowledged that it was a clean blow-job
complete with 100% swallow.
          After resting against the wall for about a minute he stood up
and stepped back. Bending over to grab his shorts he said "best blow-job
I have ever had". With that I plunged my hand into my book bag and
retrieved a pen and sliver of paper. Jotting down my phone number, I
noticed the stud adjusting his basket getting ready for his exit. I
handed him the sliver of paper which he hurriedly grasped, creased, and
shoved into his front pocket. With all business completed the stud
turned and exited the stall. He went to a urinal drained his now
deflated cock, did not flush, then made for the exit. A few seconds
later he was gone. All that remained was the fading salty taste of cum
in my mouth. Noticing the time, I decide it was time for me to get back
to the dorm and finish studying that nasty accounting problem.