Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2012 04:01:08 -0600
From: Brendan Shelton <brendan.shelton.47@gmail.com>
Subject: Filthy College Toilet Sex Part 2

The following is a work of fiction that contains male/male sexual
intercourse. If this type of material offends you, or is illegal where you
are, then do not read the following story. This material is intended for
mature adult audiences. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is
entirely coincidental.

Feedback on this story is appreciated. Feel free to email me at
Brendan.shelton.47@gmail.com with any comments. Enjoy.

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Filthy College Toilet Sex: Chapter Two

So there I was sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of piss and cum,
totally spent with three fingers up my ass. As I caught my breath I started
thinking about how I was gonna clean myself up. I took off my shirt and
used it to wipe up as much cum as I could off of my face, hair and
crotch. I thought about cleaning the cum off the walls and floor but
decided I didn't care. The thought of some totally hot guy coming in here
and finding the bathroom reeking of sex was pretty exciting. I tucked my
shirt into the back of my pants, left the stall and took a look at myself
in the mirror. I was still a total mess but I figured it wouldn't be
totally obvious that I was covered in cum as long as I didn't let anyone
come close enough to smell me. Plus it was a warm August day so a guy
walking around shirtless wasn't all that suspicious. On the way home I
tried to avoid people as best as I could, luckily there weren't that many
people out. Either that or I just didn't notice anyone because my head was
still spinning as the reality of my super hot bathroom encounter sank in.

Once I got back to my dorm I threw my dirty clothes in the back of my
closet and grabbed some new ones and a towel and headed straight for the
floor showers. Luckily, the halls were empty (not surprising on a Monday
night) and my roommate wasn't in. I figured he went to dinner or something,
not that I really cared where he was at this particular moment.

When I climbed in the shower I was a little apprehensive; I didn't want to
get rid of all the nasty sex smells I'd accumulated but I knew I couldn't
risk going out in public like this again. As the hot spray of the shower
hit me I remembered that I still had a cum-stained shirt and a pair of
piss-soaked tighty-whities that I could sniff anytime I got horny. I kept
my shower short, mostly just made myself presentable. I went to the dining
hall to grab dinner and when I got back to my room, Dan was back and we
just hung out for the rest of the night.

On Tuesday my classes seemed to go on forever, I couldn't stop thinking
about what Joe had planned for me later today. I got out at 3 so I had a
little time to kill before I could go meet him. I rushed back to my room
and threw my dirty clothes from last time into my backpack so I could bring
them with. I was pretty excited so I ended up getting there a few minutes
early. I walked in the stall and instantly noticed that it hadn't been
cleaned. Sure, everything had dried off but there were noticeable stains
all over. I wondered how dirty this place would be after a couple
weeks. With that thought and the smell that still lingered in this nasty
bathroom my cock boned up quick so I took off all my clothes and put them
in my backpack. I took out my shirt-turned-cumrag and took a deep
whiff. His cum smelled so good I couldn't help but take a seat and start
playing with my rock hard cock while I waited for Joe to get there. I
didn't want to get too far without him so I kept it slow. I tugged on my
foreskin a bit, rolling and pinching it with my fingers, before I stuck my
middle finger in and ran it in circles around my slippery dickhead.

Suddenly I snapped back into reality when I heard someone come in the
bathroom. I'd lost track of time but it had to have been at least 15
minutes since I got there. I heard footsteps leading up to my stall door,
and then that all so familiar voice asking, "That you, Brendan?" My dick
pulsed just hearing his voice.

"Yeah." I waited for him to enter the next stall. He didn't.

After a little while he asked, "You gonna let me in or what?" He wanted to
come in, see me face to face? I wasn't expecting that. But I didn't want to
keep him waiting and I thought, why not, I'd done stuff with Joe I hadn't
even thought about doing before, it almost felt like I really knew him so I
put away my soiled shirt and rushed to unlock the stall door. Plus I was
pretty excited to match a face to the name (and the dick).

Standing before me when I opened the door was the owner of the cock I had
worshipped. The first thing I noticed was his stature. He was a little
under 6" tall and probably around 170 lbs. I was a little surprised; with
his humongous dick and cocky attitude I expected some huge jock. Don't get
me wrong, he was no wimp. I could tell he was pretty fit and he still held
this air of dominance that made me want to get down and suck him dry right
through his pants. There was something in his cocky grin, he was smirking
at me like I was his and he knew it. He had a beanie cap on over his
jet-black hair that stuck out framing his face perfectly. He was wearing a
black T-shirt and a pair of jeans that did absolutely nothing to hide his
massive cock, as if he would ever want to. On his huge feet he had a pair
of white sneakers that looked like they'd seen better days. I estimated
them at about a size 14.

"Well, well, you're already naked! That's just how daddy likes to be
greeted." Joe said as he walked in and locked the stall door. He took off
his shirt and, moving past me, took a seat on the toilet and ordered, "Get
on your knees." Joe had one hand up behind his head, exposing his hairy
pit, and was stroking the obvious bulge running down the leg of his pants
with the other. I knelt down and waited eagerly for whatever was next. He
smiled when he saw how quickly I followed his command. "Good boy." he
praised.  He had a flat, smooth stomach without a trace of hair except for
the top of his bush I could see spilling out of the waistline of his
pants. I let my eyes wander up his chest, over his pillowy pecs and towards
his armpit. The thick bush there was a stark contrast to his hairless
chest. I could smell the ripe odor coming off his unwashed pit from down
here and I desperately wanted to bury my face in it and go hog-wild. In
that moment there were so many things I wanted to do to him but, but most
of all, I wanted his filthy, smelly monster cock buried deep inside of me,
pumping quarts of his sticky man-juice into my accommodating body until I
couldn't take any more. Fearing his disapproval, I used every ounce of self
control I had to hold back. I was literally drooling for him as my eyes
kept wandering up and made contact with his dark brown ones. He must have
seen the desire in my eyes because his grin grew wider and he said
"Someone's an eager puppy today. I know just what you want." He squeezed
his cock through his jeans. "Yesterday I gave up this prized meat for free
but today you're gonna have to earn it." He kicked off his sneakers and
shoved one of his socked-feet in my face. "Why don't you start with these?"

The smell coming off his feet was strong; he must've been wearing those
socks for a couple of days now. His sock felt moist to the touch with sweat
as I pulled it off, revealing his big, manly size 14 foot. I took a moment
to deeply breathe in the masculine scent of his smelly foot before licking
the underside up from the heel tracing the arc all the way up to the
toes. When my tongue reached the apex I eagerly enveloped his big toe in my
mouth and suckled on it like a piglet. I took each of his toes into my
mouth and sucked them in turn; I worshipfully licked every inch of my
master's foot before giving the other the same treatment, and I loved every
degrading second of it.

Once Joe had had enough of me worshiping his feet he pulled me slowly by
the hair up across his chest. I licked and sucked my way across his smooth,
taut, stomach, over his pecs, nibbling on one of his nipples along the way,
until I finally reached the apex of my desires, the sweaty pheromone-laden
bush that had my cock leaking precum since the moment I caught my first
whiff. I breathed deep the heady aroma of his smelly pit before plunging my
face into his thick bush. I pressed my tongue hard into his skin; the taste
of Joe's funk flooded my mouth. The smell was incredible up close, and the
feeling of his coarse hairs against my tongue only turned me on more,
overloading my senses. It was reminiscent of sucking his balls, but
different in its own excitingly nasty way. As I made out with one of Joe's
pits I reached my hand into the other, running my fingers through the
sweaty bush, feeling the soft skin underneath, the skin that provided this
amazing feast for my senses. My cock throbbed and spat out a constant
stream of precum as I reveled in my newfound fetish for the awesome tastes
and smells only a man's body could produce. When it got to the point that I
couldn't taste much more than my own saliva I quickly moved over to his
other pit and lavished it with the same attention I'd given the first.  As
I gorged myself on Joe's man-stink he reached down and started unzipping
his pants. He pushed me back and pulled his pants down to his
ankles. Finally, I got a chance to check out his massive horse-cock. It
looked awesome dripping huge amounts of precum. I desperately wanted to
lick it so I started to lean in close, but suddenly Joe grabbed me by the
hair and sharply pulled my head back.

"Bitch, did I tell you that you could have my cock?" He viciously barked at
me.

"No sir. I'm sorry." I quickly responded.

"That's right, I didn't. Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson,"
Joe said as he loosened his grip on my hair. "Reach into my left pocket and
take out your punishment." I did as I was told and in Joe's pants pocket I
found a 7 inch red rubber dildo. Joe flashed me a devilish grin. "You
better get plenty lubed up with my jizz. You're gonna fuck yourself on that
dick while you eat out my nasty shit-hole."

I'll be honest, this was definitely an unexpected twist, I was a bit
nervous about having something that big inside me, but it was no
punishment. I alternated running my hand up and down Joe's pre-dripping
cock and the dildo until all three were thoroughly coated in copious
amounts of Joe's natural lubricant. Then, to make sure I was ready, I
shoved a couple of cum-slicked fingers up my tight virgin boyhole. As I
worked myself over with my scummy fingers, Joe slouched down on the toilet,
pulled his knees up to his chest, grabbed me by the hair, and forced my
face into his sweaty ass trench. I started slowly licking from the bottom
of his crack upwards and as I got closer to the goal the tastes in my mouth
grew stronger and stronger. Once my tongue found its target I completely
lost control of myself as I started making out with Joe's dirty asshole. I
forcefully shoved a third and fourth finger into my loosening rectum and
began really fucking myself on my hand.

Above me, Joe started stroking his massive erection while he moaned out
"You like the taste of my sloppy hole? Work that tongue in there, nice and
deep. And don't forget about that dildo." I pulled my fingers out of my ass
and grabbed the dildo. I slapped on another coat of Joe's precum, lined it
up with my hole and slowly sat down on that rubber dick, all without ever
breaking contact with Joe's ripe shit hole. The toy probed deeper into my
ass than anything ever had, touching parts of me that had never been
stimulated before.  Suddenly, I hit something up there that sent waves of
pleasure from my ass to my balls and up the length of my dick, eliciting a
whimpered moan from my throat. Once the feeling passed, I needed more so I
quickly pulled the dildo out and plunged it right back in. I fucked myself
hard on that rubber dick as I sloppily tongued out Joe's hole. I couldn't
get enough of all these new sensations and it was starting to get a little
overwhelming. My cock was throbbing so hard, practically begging me to
stroke it, and I didn't have the willpower to resist. I started beating off
as fast as I could and by about the 10th stroke my whole body tensed up as
my cock spat shot after shot of hot teen spunk onto the floor and the base
of the toilet in front of me.

"Damn, boy, you really like that toy in your boycunt, huh?" Joe said as I
continued to suck his nasty shitter and tried to catch my breath. He put
his legs back down, bringing his dripping, pulsating cock closer to
me. Even though I'd just came, having his gigantic cock just inches from my
face made my still hard dick twitch in anticipation.

"You want the real thing in you, don't you, slut? You wanna feel this big
manly cock tearing up your insides? Tell you what, you work that tight
little pussy of your over `til it's nice and loose and I'll give you the
fucking of a lifetime tomorrow. For now, why don't you suck me off like a
good boy?" I didn't need to be told twice. I leaned in to finally get a
taste of my prize when Joe put out his hand and stopped me.

"Wait," he said. "Before you do that, go grab the bag I left you by the
sink." I couldn't hide my curiosity as I unlocked the stall door and ran
out, naked, to retrieve the bag. Once I got back I opened it up and found a
collection of dildos of different sizes and colors. Also in the bag was an
empty shampoo bottle. I was a little confused.

"Those should get you ready for this by tomorrow," he said, squeezing a
huge glob of precum out of his massive schlong. He scooped up his leaking
jizz on two of his fingers and held his hand in front of my face. I opened
my mouth and eagerly sucked the cum off his fingers, his man seed mingled
on my palette with all the other tastes I'd collected from his nasty body.

"The bottle's in case you need a little lube, or a midnight snack,
later. It shouldn't be hard to find something to fill it with. Now, lie
down on your back. Daddy's got another treat for his dirty little slut." As
I lied down on the cold, piss and cum stained bathroom floor, the red dildo
still buried in my hole, I thought about how awesome it'd be to have access
to Joe's delicious cock slime whenever I wanted it. Joe straddled my chest,
his heavy piece resting on my sternum. He lifted it up leaving a trail of
precum between us and aimed it at my face. "Open your mouth." The second I
did he let out a heavy sigh and started releasing a torrent of hot golden
piss right in my face. He sprayed up and down, covering every inch of my
head, drenching my hair and filling my open mouth. The warm stream spurted
hard against my skin and the smell of sour piss filled the air. I could
taste the acrid flavor of his urine as it filled my mouth to
overflowing. Acting on instinct, I swallowed, taking Joe's liquid waste
into my stomach. I had become his toilet, his sex toy, and I loved it. My
mouth filled over and over, and I eagerly swallowed each time, until his
flow trickled off to a stop. By then I was drenched in hot pungent urine,
ready for anything Joe might want to do.

Once he shook the last few drops onto my chest Joe grabbed me by the hair,
leaned forward, and shoved his cheesy cock-head into my mouth. Of all the
nasty tastes and smells Joe had given to me, none of them compared to the
delicious flavor of his dirty cock. Slick with his precum, the first few
inches readily slid down my throat. It felt so good to have his manly pole
inside of me. My tongue danced over his tangy flesh, soon joined by my
throat muscles as I swallowed repeatedly to keep myself from gagging; a
trick I pretty much had to learn while sucking on Joe's monster dong.

As he slowly sunk his dick deeper into my throat he reached back and took
hold of the dildo that my sphincter was tightly gripping. When he was about
7 inches down my throat he stopped for a second before pulling both his
dick and the rubber one out of me in one quick move. He rammed both back in
over and over, violently fucking me at both ends. With each synchronized
thrust a surge shot through my aching genitals and a bit of precum leaked
from both our dicks. After drinking so much piss, my stomach was quickly
filling with Joe's juices, but if I could have spoken then I would have
been begging for more. The sensations shooting through my abused boyhole
were driving me wild, making me suck on the meaty cock in my mouth like a
boy at his mother's teat. I felt like I needed the nourishing man-milk that
Joe was so generously supplying me. As Joe quickened his pace I could tell
I was getting close to another mind blowing orgasm. Judging by the steady
pulse of his cock and his increasingly erratic breathing, I knew Joe must
have been close too. As he got closer to the edge he shifted his focus more
towards fucking my face and began plunging his downward curved cock into my
mouth as hard as he could. My eyes started to water and I gagged heavily as
inch after inch of his thick meaty cock invaded farther and farther into my
mouth. He pulled out all the way and put all his remaining energy into his
next thrust, forcing all 11 inches deep down my throat. His whole body
spasmed and he yelled out in ecstasy as his dick exploded straight into my
stomach. My face was buried in his dense bush, his wiry black hairs
tickling my nose and his taught ballsack pressing on my chin. I wished that
I could taste Joe's delicious seed and, as if he read my mind, he pulled
his cock out of my throat until I was greedily lapping my tongue at his
still shooting head. The thick ropes of hot cum quickly filled my mouth
until Joe pulled out and stroked himself as he spewed dicksauce all over my
chest and face. Once he had shot a few thick streams on me he grabbed the
empty bottle and started filling it up. The bulk of his orgasm was over but
he was still able to fill about half of the bottle with his still-leaking
dick.

I didn't swallow right away, I wanted to savor the taste of Joe's semen,
and as I enjoyed my well-earned reward, Joe surprised me by leaning down
and kissing me on the lips. He dipped his tongue into my slime-filled mouth
and zealously made out with me, the two of us swapping his creamy load back
and forth. As he kissed me, Joe reached down to stroke my dick. At this
point I was about an inch away from blowing my load so it only took a few
strokes before I started spewing my second batch of semen all over Joe's
hand. He broke away from our kiss, leaving a stream of spit and semen
connecting us, until it broke and fell back down into my mouth. We were
both still trying to catch our breath as he let me suck my own dick juice
from his fingers, adding it to the milky broth in my mouth. When his hand
was clean he held his face over mine and let loose the jizz and spit he
held in his mouth into mine. When I had it all Joe commanded me in almost a
whisper, "Swallow."

We spent the next few minutes making out on that cold bathroom floor,
reveling in the perversity of what we'd just done. When we finally stopped,
Joe helped me gather his remaining cum from my chest and face into the
shampoo bottle. We got up and cleaned ourselves as best as we could. Once
Joe was dressed, he muttered out a quick "See you tomorrow," flashed me a
grin, and he was gone.

I went home, my ass and throat aching from the abuse they'd taken. I took a
quick shower, piled into bed, and fell asleep thinking about what it would
be like tomorrow when Joe sticks his massive dick in my tight boy-pussy. I
was going to have to find some time to get myself ready.