Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2009 21:08:03 +0000 (GMT)
From: Phil Hilton <uccleman@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Do you Remember '68?   Chpt. 6

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Do you Remember '68?  Chpt. 6

                I think guilt was my strongest emotion that evening back at
college. I wanted Vince to be there, I liked the guy, two days before I
would have said, and did say, I loved him. Sitting there, in the college
bar that evening, I realised that it was man-sex that was now beginning to
drive me. I had a huge desire to explore this world and the possibilities
it would contain. For years I had thought that I was the only one to feel
as I did. I'd discovered that I wasn't. But that day I'd discovered that it
wasn't just Vince and me, I'd stumbled upon three other guys who were
obviously interested in the same things, guys who looked so ordinary, men
you could pass in the street without knowing.  This all seems so naïve now
looking back but then it was a huge discovery and fed my curiosity.
                I started to look round the bar and think about everyone
there. There were the ones like my mate Pete about whom I could be quite
sure that they were straight.  Then there were others who were in a new
category that I was creating of "possible". As I did this I was also
picking out the guys I fancied and they weren't all like Vince. I began to
wonder how hairy they were, what their cock would be like what it would be
like to fuck them, would I let them fuck me. Then a wave of guilt would
come over me.
                Where there other places? This question formed in my mind
as I sat there. I'd found those public toilets without any problem did that
mean that I could find others I wondered. I went to the toilet for the bar
partly from necessity partly from curiosity. It was busy, obviously,
Saturday night with a lot of drinking going on. You could get the odd
glimpse of someone's cock but people were just going about their
business. I was also quite sure that the cubicles didn't present much
opportunity. I didn't really know what I was doing if it were just
curiosity or if I was searching out the chance of finding some sex here. I
thought that I'd better not examine my motives too closely. So I went back
to continue my drink.
                Sitting there one of the staff came in, he was one of the
younger members, they were the only ones who ever came in. I knew he had an
office nearby. The bar was built in one of the older buildings, dating from
the Second World War. The newer, less senior members of staff had offices
here too rather than in the newer purpose built stuff. As I watched this
guy, realizing that I thought that he was pretty attractive, I asked myself
what if a staff member was interested in man-sex would he risk it with a
student, and how would he go about it. I watched him as he stood at the bar
and followed his eyes, I could see that he was watching a couple of very
attractive female students; I could read lust in his eyes. He didn't know
that anyone was watching him but I realised that he was giving out clear
signals about his sexuality. I felt slightly disappointed I don't know why,
it was silly.
                My mind searched for possibilities and another plan formed.
I knew that at the far end of this building, at the far side of the
offices, was another toilet. I must have thought that having found one
toilet that that was going to be my route to more sex. It was near some
sport facilities but even during the day it was quiet and was certain to be
virtually unused in the evening. It may not even be open. So I finished my
drink and went off.
                There were lights on in a couple of offices that I passed,
but as I pushed the door open the bathroom seemed empty. I checked the two
cubicles; they were indeed empty and didn't seem to have anything on the
wall nor any holes between them. I was disappointed, I didn't know what I'd
expected but I'd expected something. Then I heard footsteps along the
corridor. I felt panicky; I thought, illogically, that if someone came in
they would know exactly what I was doing there. I didn't want to rush out
into the corridor so I just went up to the urinals and took out my cock and
tried to pee, but nothing would come out. The door opened and someone came
in to the urinal next to me. There were only two. He took his cock out and
started to pee. I could hear and see the piss blasting the back. I glanced
up to see if I knew the guy, it was one of the History of Education
lecturers, and I'd had him for part of one of my units. I knew it was his
first year here and he could only have been in his late twenties.
                I could not get a drop of piss out of my cock. The panic
grew, and as that grew so did my cock, and the presence of this guy next to
me was almost overpowering. I was frozen, I couldn't think, I couldn't
move. I could only wait for him to leave and then try to regain some sense
of normality. But he didn't leave. He stopped pissing and just stood
there. I glanced over and saw that he was slowly moving his hand up and
down a very nice cock. He turned slightly towards me to give me a show, I
realised, and then he looked at my cock which seemed to have a mind of its
own and wanted to show itself off too. I looked over to his face, he smiled
and licked his lips and stretched his hand over to my cock and wanked it
gently.  "Do you want to come to my office?"  He asked.  I didn't think I
just replied "yes" and he told me the room number. He left and shortly
after I followed him. I realised that it was one of the offices that I'd
passed on my way there. On the door I saw that his first name was Mike. I
went in and he locked the door behind me. He pulled a blind down to cover
the glass in the door. In the corner of the office was a seating area he
invited me to sit there and offered me a beer. I was a bit nervous so I
accepted the beer needing a bit more time to sort myself out.
                My erection subsided a little but I still felt very aroused
by Mike. He put me at my ease very quickly, I'm not sure what he asked but
soon I was telling him how new I was to all this. I didn't tell him about
Vince but I did say that I'd been learning to do stuff with another guy and
about my day. He explained that he'd had a regular boyfriend before
starting lecturing but that had all finished. He also explained that
neither of them had stopped searching out other guys as well. Also he'd
found college disappointing. He'd found out this bathroom and decided it
was an obvious haunt but that it was never used as far as he could see. He
said that when he was working late he kept his eyes open for anyone going
there.  Occasionally he'd followed guys there but they'd not shown any
interest so when I'd walked passed his door he'd almost not bothered but he
said he was a perpetual optimist and thought that he might just go and
see. So that's what he'd done and was pleased to see me standing there with
a hard cock. He remembered teaching me and he'd been attracted to me
then. I'd stood out as a more mature guy but also by my looks. I was
suitably flattered. Even if it weren't true he thought enough of me to want
to flatter me.
                He was now sitting next to me with our legs touching. He
put his right arm around me and with his left hand pulled my mouth towards
his. There was something about the way he did this that I felt suddenly in
his power. He could take charge and I would do whatever he wanted, knowing
that I would want it too. He explored my mouth with his tongue to which I
responded with my own exploration. I'd taken off my jacket on entering his
office but now I wanted Mike to feel the touch of my skin. We stood and
took off our shirts, it was not very warm and I shivered slightly, but he
wrapped me in his arms and the energy generated by our contact forced away
and chill in the air. He had a powerful chest, covered in quite dense black
hair which I started to caress with my fingers. I brushed his left nipple
and he gasped with pleasure. I returned to it gently rolling it between my
fingers. I couldn't believe the effect it was having on him. I got more
excited by experiencing his responses. I took the right one in my mouth and
he nearly went wild. Still nibbling I went down to unfasten his belt, and
pull down his trousers and underwear. His cock was standing out stiffly
from his body so I pushed him down so that he was sitting again and I went
down on to his cock. It was beautiful and the sensations I received as I
sucked on it were oh so powerful. I tried to slow down, just taking his
cockhead in my mouth with my lips wrapped around. My head bobbed up and
down then I grasped his shaft with both my hands and he started to hump my
mouth. I took my hands away and swallowed his whole cock so that my nose
was in his pubes.
                Up to now I still had my trousers on so Mike now pulled
away from me so that I too could feel the air against my whole body. There
was no sense of being chilly now there was so much sexual heat being
generated. Mike took my cock into his mouth; I realised for the second time
that day how much I still had to learn about the art of cocksucking. But it
wasn't just technique this guy was doing things to my mind just by being
there. I don't know how long he worked my cock but we got to the point
where he asked if I wanted to cum like that, I said that I did, so he
continued to play my cock, no my whole body, until I felt a sensation which
enveloped by whole body and then centred itself on my cock and I erupted in
his mouth. Almost without a pause he lay me down on my back and, with his
mouth still full of my cum, he started to loosen my ass with his tongue,
lubricating me with my own juices. I could tell that my hole was opening
up, so when he put a finger in there was no problem, even the second and
third were soon doing their magic. My cock was already responding and
getting quite hard again.
                Mike took his fingers out and stood in front of me. I
lifted my legs up and he put them over his shoulders. I could feel the tip
of his cock at the entrance to my hole, a tantalizing sense of expectation,
then he pushed in, only his cock head and then he paused. I slipped my legs
down to his waist and pulled him in. He needed no more encouragement he was
in and started to slam away at my man cunt. Suddenly I had a sensation of
being in charge. As I tightened my ass I could tell it had a profound
effect on him, if I slackened off his pace picked up. Then I felt my orgasm
build up again, I wanted to control him now so I gave one final squeeze and
he released his juice in me and I fired several shots over my head and onto
my chest.
                We stopped still for a moment recovering our breath when
there was a knock at the door and a voice, "You ok Mr. Jones?".  It was one
of the security men, porters we called them.  "Yes", replied Mike.  "It's
just that I'm locking up and checking the lights, will you make sure the
front door is locked when you leave."  We managed to keep the noise down
and reassure him that we would take great care.
                It suddenly felt quite cold; we cleaned ourselves up and
quickly dressed and left the building. It was quite late, the bar was
closed the disco had finished and very few people were about.  "Thanks
Jon," Mike said, "That was fantastic, you may be new but you've learned a
lot already and you're a good looking guy with a fantastic cock, I hope we
can meet up again."  That was certainly what I wanted to hear, but I was
then bewildered by what he said next: "Sorry I can't stay around now but I
have to get home to my wife."  With that he gave me a quick kiss and left.
                If I'd thought that I sorted some things out in my life
they had all become very complicated again that weekend. The more I thought
about it the more I wondered where my life was going. I'd discovered a new
world, but what were the rules? What were the standards? I knew I had
cheated on Vince that was bad enough. Those guys in town, how many times
did they go there? With how many different guys did they do things? Then
there was Mike, he'd had a boyfriend but with an open relationship but he
was also married, what did it all mean?
                I went to bed confused but realizing I'd had some good sex.