Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2009 10:34:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: College Jock Hole <rawcollegejockslut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cruising Frat Boy, part 2

This story is adapted from a blog about my encounters as a student at a
large public university in Florida. Please do not repost or modify without
the permission of the author.

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Cruising Frat Boy, Part 2
By Rawcollegejockslut

I missed my date with Cruiseboy because of class running long, but I
figured I would show up the next chance I had to see if he would be there
again. This time I got out of class relatively early, so I spent some free
time sitting around in the building, wondering if I was going to see this
guy again or not.

Eventually the time came--I waited until the same time I had originally
gone there the previous week--and I made my way to the bathroom, alone in
an empty hallway in the basement of this particular building.

I wasn't really expecting anyone to be there this time, I figured I had
screwed up, but the first stall door was closed! I went into the handicap
stall, sticking my backpack on the hook and eagerly looking down at the
floor. A nice pair of boat shoes (more frat paraphernalia) was on display,
two tanned legs radiating upward. It looked like Cruiseboy!

I tapped my shoe, and after a few moments the boat shoe rocked up and
down. I was instantly rock hard.

"That you?" I asked, feeling pretty sure it was Cruiseboy in the other
stall.

"Hey, bro," he answered.

He stood up, his stall door opening. I open mine, and there he is again,
today wearing a tshirt with a pair of plaid shorts.

I let a huge smile out over my face, making it clear that I was happy to
see him. "Sorry I missed you the othe day."

"Yeah, sorry bro, a couple of my friends wanted to get lunch and I couldn't
say no."

If it was true it was hilarious... we had both missed each other and both
showed up the next chance. I wasn't going to say anything though. Instead I
dropped to my knees, opening his shorts and pulling out his stiff cock.

"Oh fuck yeah," he breathed. "Been saving up for a few days...gonna feel
good down your throat."

I started sucking him off, his hands gliding my head up and down his
cock. After a few moments he pulled me off, moving so that he was sitting
on the toilet and I was between his legs.

I had been bobbing up and down between his legs for about five minutes,
Cruiseboy quietly moaning, running his hands all over my head as I sucked,
whispering some encouragement every so often.

The door opened, and I completely froze. Cruiseboy lifted his legs up into
the air, pulling me up so that I was standing in front of the toilet. His
face didn't suggest that he was too concerned. He looked annoyed, but calm.

We heard a stream of piss start to flow from one of the urinals, which
suggested this wouldn't take too long. It was hot to see Cruiseboy with his
legs in the air... I really wanted to pull his shoes off and start licking
his feet. I studied his face and realized how hot he really was. This guy
could have any girl he wanted... the fact that I was just sucking his cock
suggested that he was gay and probably didn't want any of them. He was
probably in a frat and stuck in the closet. I imagined he dated girls all
the time, chatted them up at parties, and maybe even had sex with them on a
regular basis to keep up appearances for his frat brothers. Who
knows... maybe one day I'll find out more. Our eyes met, but his quickly
darted away.

We heard the door a few moments after the pissing stopped, free to continue
our fun in the stall.

His legs came down and I started for his cock again, but he brushed me away
and got up.

"Switch places," he suggested.

I was delighted... he hadn't sucked me off last time and I wasn't expecting
him to do it this time. I guess it was a matter of time more than anything
else.

He pulled my shorts and my boxers down over my shoes. "Damn," he said as he
stuck them up with my backpack. "Nice dick, bro."

I grinned widely, glad for the compliment. I really hated the fact that I
was in contact with the toilet, but it was hot to be naked in front of him.

My cock was still rock hard, probably even harder now that it was my
turn. He assumed my former position and starting licking up and down my
length. Within moments he was displaying his sucking talent... this
certainly wasn't his first time! His mouth was so warm, and he was putting
just the right amount of pressure on my cock... it was great. He was taking
about 6 inches at a time, sliding it in and out of his mouth.

Cruiseboy pulled his mouth off, jerking my slick cock with his hand. He
stopped to lift my legs up, exposing my ass to him.

"You like getting fucked?" he whispered.

I nodded my head, amazed that he had just asked. As soon as I had made my
reply his fingers were at my crack, edging along my hole. This was the
perfect place to do it too--the handicap stall toilet was higher off the
ground than the other one, probably at an almost perfect height for
missionary fucking.

"You have condoms?" he asked.

"No." My heart sank.

"Shit," he mumbled, pulling his fingers away.

"You can still fuck me," I suggested.

He looked surprised. "Without a condom? Are you clean?"

"Your choice... I want your cock in me. I got tested in December and was
fine then, but I'm taking most of the risk now."

He looked intrigued. "You sure?"

The door opened again, so Cruiseboy stood up.

I nodded and smiled. Another stream of piss started to flow from the
urinals.

He spit on his dick, rubbing it around with his hand. Then he spit into his
hand, rubbing it against my ass. He slid in a finger, and I closed my eyes.

We heard a flush and water from the sink, then the door again. Time to
restart the fun!

Cruiseboy slid his finger out and pressed the head of his 7 inches against
my hole. He checked his watch.

"10 minutes before class, we need to hurry. You sure about this, bro?" he
whispered.

"Fuck me."

He looked into my eyes and started to press his cock in, adding a few gobs
of spit as he worked his 7 inches in. He was thicker than normal, so it
really hurt at first. I wanted to ask him to pull out and give me a minute,
but I resisted.

He had a look of pure pleasure on his face, grunting as he slid the last
inch of his dick into my hole.

"Shit," he whispered, starting to work in and out of me. He wasn't using
enough spit for a cock his size, so he was tearing me up, but I didn't even
care--it still felt amazing.

He seemed to agree with me on the lube situation, pulling out his cock and
spreading some more spit on it and my hole. He slid into me with a lot more
ease now, pushing all the way to his pubes with a quick stroke.

It felt incredible. His thick cock was stretching my chute and hitting my
prostate pretty well, which had me on edge even though I was just lightly
stroking my cock.

"Your hole feels so good, bro. I'm already close." He rested a moment and
started fucking me with a medium pace, pushing his whole thick length in
and out of my ass. I was moaning as loudly as I thought I could, about to
burst.

Cruiseboy started slamming my hole harder, his balls slapping against me.

"Gonna cum," he grunted.

"Shoot inside me," I begged.

He froze for a moment, looking me in the eye.

"Ok, bro." He resumed his forceful fucking. letting out a long series of
moans as I felt his cock swelling up inside me.

"Shit!" he yelled, his hot frat batter pouring out of his balls and into my
ass. "Oh shit. Shit!" I shot at the same time, moaning as loudly as he had
and hitting my face with a few squirts of my cum. His deflating dick slid
out.

He used some toilet paper to wipe down his hands, pulling his phone out of
his shorts pocket.

"That was fucking amazing. Can I get your number?"

He typed it into his phone, looking up with a smile.

"Alright, bro. I'll text you sometime. Thanks."

He left the stall and ran the water for a few minutes, passing out the
door.

I sat up, cum leaking out of my hole. The stall smelled like hot boy
sex--cum, sweat, and ass.

I cleaned myself up with the help of half a roll of toilet paper, pushing
his cum out of me and pissing before taking my own long trip to the sink. I
did the best I could, but I think I still smelled like sex for the rest of
the day.

Oh well. It was worth it.

Still no text.... I hope that wasn't the last time I get to see him.