Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 14:34:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeremy D <jeremyduz@yahoo.com>
Subject: Going Down in the Student Union - 5

Its too warm in here even though I am naked above the
ankles - so maybe the university is trying to
encourage guys to have sex here - wearing anything at
all in this steamy heat would be a sweaty ass
experience. But there is no one else in the bathroom
with me.  Just me and my hard-on.  This is
frustrating.  When I got here earlier there were only
two people.  But they were part of the janitorial
staff and fully dressed so they left almost
immediately, lugging along their ladder and the box of
fluorescent light bulbs.

Now I am sitting in a stall with a large hole to my
left and a smaller one to my right. I am ultra hungry
for cock and there is no one to blow.

I could've gone on line and tried to find someone to
meet. Maybe I should have.  I've done that and it can
be cool.  Chatting with people then meeting them is
notoriously disappointing because the people don't
match their description or their photo.  But a few
times they actually look better than their description
- they are hotter than they think, or even though they
don't look as good as they say they are more than cute
enough.  Especially when you are in the mood I am in.
I just wanna suck dick. I want to feel it hard, hot,
and spongy and in my mouth.  As long as its attached
to a clean, reasonably young (under ??? or over 18),
reasonably fit man or boy I am ready for it.  Hungry
for it.

But sometimes even if they look better than
advertised, its not quite what you expected. They can
be real shits, or fairly strange. Or not.  So it can
be kind of weird.  Also, it can be kinda dangerous.
Once this guy was pumping my ass like it was an oil
well, and then he  suddenly wraps a length of cord
around my neck and starts strangling me.  Not my thing
- nothing spoils a guy's pleasure in having sex like
being strangled to death. Kicking frantically to get
him to release his grip was no fun.  But in this
bathroom, you see people as they are from the
beginning, they came for the sex, mostly, and I like a
crowd, for group sex or just an audience.  So here I
am. For me its better than online. Anyway tonight.

But I am by myself.  Waiting is boring. Very, very
boring. And its now just after 8:00.  Should be
something happening, but nothing.

After 1/2 an hour, though, I hear the outer door open.
There is the sound of shuffling and the inner door
opens.  Guy is wearing a polo shirt with broad green
and white stripes, a green baseball hat, green
athletic jacket, blue jeans, green running shoes - he
is ready for St. Patrick's day.  Round, okay face,
rimless glasses, carroty hair.  Short.  He is peering
back at me over his shoulders from the pisser. An
ordinary pale faced guy. But I am so not choosy.  I
want to suck whatever he has. I really want to suck it
tonight.

I start pulling my usual trick.  I have taken my shirt
and under shirt off, have taken off my underpants and
have pulled my sweat pants to my ankles, so am ready
to go.

He watches awhile over his shoulder.  I slide my legs
forward so that my feet reach past the stall door,
then start jackn the beanstalk. My legs twitch, my
feet wiggle.  I am signaling pretty brazenly.

He goes into the stall on my left. The one with the
big hole. This may work out.  Drops his pants, takes
off his hat and jacket and hangs them up.

I am clearly beatn off.  I peer through the hole at
him.  Modestly he sits down with hands covering his
crotch.  I watch him steadily, but with no slutty lip
licking.  Maybe I am wrong about him.  Doubt it, but
maybe he just isn't interested in me.  I go back to
beating off, not looking through.  But I notice that
he has bent over and is looking through at me.  He
watches me steadily, now. Nice eyes, kinda grey.

Suddenly his eyes vanish.  I hope for his cock.  But
no. He pulls off a piece of paper from the roll.  His
pen clicks.  He swings around abit and is using the
wall to write a message. The paper and the pen come
through the hole.

"what do you like?"

What does he think I am gonna say - sex with girls,
American Idol?

"like dudes"

He sticks the pen and note through

"what do you like to do?"

I come back with

"pretty much anything regular"

"you wanna suck my dick"

Of course I do, but I don't say so.  Too eager might
scare him away.  When I am this needy, it can be too
intense.  Even being good looking doesn't really help.
People can get put off by the need. Breathe deeply, he
has taken the bait, so you may get lucky. Don't rush
it.

So I write

"take off your shirt, then stand against the wall and
show me what you have"

He hesitates.  He writes

"its chilly in here, why don't you just blow me"

"its a fuckn steam bath, just take off your shirt and
let me see what I am gonna be sucking on"

He still hesitates, then he pulls off his shirt and
carefully hangs it up. He stands up against the wall
and shows me his body.  He is hard now.  Short, fat
dick, nicely shaped.

I squat in front of the hole and whisper

"Nice body, beat off, dude"

It is a nice body.  He has a layer of baby fat
everywhere, but good muscle tone underneath.  Not fat,
really, just smooth and very slightly pillowy. Very,
very nice pecs. Smooth flat belly.  Yum. He is already
hard, so he starts pulling on his pud but jerkily.

"slide it through, put it in my mouth so I can suck
it"

He takes two steps over and pushes it into my mouth.
I moan to let him know that I like this and start
sucking it as hard as I can.  Tongue flicks, I pull
back, dive down again.  No problem with throating his
cock, it barely gets to the top of my throat.  But
after maybe less than a minute of this he suddenly
lets loose and starts flooding my mouth with volley
after volley.  I just got started and he is filling me
up with spooge.  He doesn't even make any noise, just
jet after jet of the stuff.

Then he pulls out, pulls up his undies and pants,
pulls his shirt over his head, puts his jacket on, and
races out - minus about 2 gallons of his sperm.  I let
it leak out of my mouth slowly, making my chin wet and
sticky. I push my tongue forward to push the rest out.
 Then I wipe it on the back of my hand and arm.

My boner is still throbbing, and I feel really
frustrated - I didn't even get a satisfying start on a
suck, let alone a nice, long, juicy blow job.  The
risks of blowing a guy who probably is or thinks he is
straight.

But just as he is leaving another guy comes in,
followed immediately by a second.  First guy is middle
sized, white, with brown short hair. About 20 maybe.
Wearing a black sweatshirt covered by a zippered black
hoodie, jeans, really worn brown tennis shoes.  The
African-American guy is taller, walks like an athlete,
has a t-shirt, jeans, leather jacket. Maybe a bit
older than hoodie-boy.  They look in at me and I try
to look like I am in the mood for dude.  Easy enough.

They walk about 3 stalls away, go halfway into a stall
and stop. I stand up and look over the stall wall to
see whats up.  The white guy unbuckles his pants,
pulls his jeans and boxers down,turns around and leans
against the stall door support.  He puts his ass out.
Beautiful, creamy white, hairless, and sitting above
nice legs - lightly hairy. They have clearly come here
having met elsewhere. They just want a place to sex.
No cruising going on by them.

The other guy tells him to kneel down and suck.  The 2
sweat shirt guy turns around and does, he kneels on
the floor, unbuckles his companions jeans, and takes
the fine cock hidden inside out.  He stares at if for
a moment, like he is trying to memorize it.  Then he
takes it into his mouth and starts a nice suck job -
slow, with lots of movement of his head to accommodate
the entry of the cock.  Its a big one, so he gaps his
mouth and gasps as it goes into his throat.  But he
takes most of it.

I want a 3 some, so I step out of my sweat pants and
walk over.  I start playing with hoodie-boy's hair.
He brushes my hand away - not hard, but really firmly.
 Its clear he isn't looking for a 3d party.  His
partner's face is fixed on the head that is hungrily
eating his dick.  Then hoodie boy stands up again,
presents his creamy white cheeks, and pulls them
apart. This time his friend pulls out some lube and
sets to work greasing his guy.  Lots and lots of lube
is used. And this kid is a canyon butt.  Four fingers
just make him wiggle like a fish being hauled into
your boat. Then the main event - his friend slowly
slides his dick inside. It vanishes slowly but
steadily, without any sign that creamy cheeks is
worried about taking it.  Then the pounding.  Starts
slow, gets fast, slows, gets fast.  Over and over
again.  Both of them are beginning to breath heavily,
and creamy cheeks grunts and groans at the top of the
drive. He is hard as a rock though, so I reach under
to jack him.  He pushes my hand away again. Not so
friendly this time.

This is embarrassing. Its never cool to be a 3d wheel,
and I have just been thinking that they are waiting
for hot me to join them.  Took too long to realize
that I was just being vain.  Feel like a fool. I
retreat to let them go at it in peace, feeling really
embarrassed. I can feel my face flush. The fucking
continues, then creamy cheeks begins to cum on the
floor and the stall door. He is not touching himself,
he is hard as a rock, and suddenly he is machine
gunning his cream.  His top pulls out, whips off the
condom and lets a glaze of white and shiny spooge fly.
 Creamy cheeks in two ways now.  He smears the cream
on the cheeks and they shine. They pull up their
pants, adjust themselves, and leave.

I sit down feeling humbled.  But still really, really
horny.  Its 9:40.  I wait, and wait, and its just
after 10:00.  Maybe I should have gone online.  One
advantage of cruising the union is that usually you
can get to see and do more people. Not tonight.

But now another guy comes in and heads directly for
the stall on my left.  No farting around about whether
or not sex is an option.

Wearing camo pants, a blue doo rag tied over curly
black hair, a tie dye t-shirt, and tan work boots.  I
am just about to blow a retro guy. He looks at me, and
sees that I am naked and hard. Not beating off though.
 Just sitting with my legs wide at the knees and a
hard on swaying in the air - there is no breeze in
this place - bare as I am, I am still sweaty.

He has bright eyes and a nice smile.  Not really out
of shape, but with the beginning of a gut.  But this
evening I don't care at all. He is clean, probly under
22, pretty well hung, and he knows the score.  He
kneels and shoves his cock under the wall, but turns
his face away from the hole.  I get down on all fours
and take him into my mouth. I set up an nice rhythm,
up and down, twist my head, let my tongue linger on
his dick as I pull off. Some serious licking and
slobbering. Then back on, down to the base, gag a bit
for my sucking pleasure, and up.  He likes this, and
reaches under and starts boppn my bishop.  Then he
angles his hand to grab my leg where it meets my
crotch and pulls my leg toward the stall wall. This
means my ass is nearer to him, and my body is parallel
to the stall wall.  I am tall enough that this is not
an easy position to get into,my ass is pressed up
against the stall door, and my knees are beginning to
hurt, too.  I pull off, re-adjust myself and shift my
knees, then go back down on him. He starts trying to
get fingers into my crack, but he can't cuz I am tight
against the door. I push him back a bit, and follow
him under the stall wall with my head. Weird angle for
my neck, and hard to get back quickly if the door
opens,  but this frees up my hole and crack.  He
starts playing with my hole.  I know he is gonna
finger fuck me. And he does, and it feels great.  But
surprisingly he gets up and hisses,

"want me to eat your ass?"

This is fortunate cause my neck is cricking really
badly from the angle under the wall.

I don't say anything, but I pull my head back from
under the wall, get up, open the door, come out, stand
facing away from his door, spread my feet apart, bend
over and pull my cheeks apart.  He opens the door,
squats, and puts his head between my cheeks.  He eats
my ass.  Not so great at ass eating, maybe, but it
feels good. Then he reaches between my lets, grabs my
dick, and pulls it back between my lets.  He starts
sucking, and licking my balls.  Feels really good.  He
sort of alternates eating my ass and slurping on my
pole.  He isn't great, but he is not bad, and he is
willing to work, as they say.

He pulls his tongue out of my ass, orders me to turn
around, and starts a more conventional cock suck.  I
like this, too.  He runs a couple of fingers up my now
spit slick asshole.  He knows how to wiggle finger,
though, and I surprise my self by cumming really
vigorously.  I had tensed, so he pulls off and has me
come on his t-shirt and chest.  Then he takes his
doo-rag off his head, wipes my cock and his chest
clean and dry, and puts the doo rag back on his head.

I walk around the corner to the sinks, and bend over
to rinse my mouth and my balls off.  My lips and balls
are sticky.  This is kinda risky as I am naked.  The
retro guy leaves giving me a smile as he goes by. He
pushes through the door, his soiled doo on his head,
and its good by to another guy.  I take my time
washing up.  Use the paper towels to take a kind of
sponge bath. Then I rest my ass on a sink and get hot
again thinking about what just happened.  Another
major mistake, another guy comes in. For a second I
feel a stab of fear. I mean, most of the guys here are
roving sex rangers, but not all.

But he is a guy I have seen before,Craig, and we have
"played well together".  Usually he is kinda
conservatively dressed, like he is a business major
boy.  But now he is wearing a blue and white nylon
track suit - pants and a top.  He has strawberry
blonde hair, a pointy chin, and a pale white body.
But nice muscle tone. Stocky but firm. And he must be
in the same mood that I am in.  He whips off his top
and then steps out of his nylon track suit pants - and
he isn't wearing anything underneath. Not even a thong
or jock.  He has a pair of flip flops on, and he steps
out of those, too.  I am startled - but I shouldn't
be, I mean, I am now overdressed because I have a pair
of sox on. He goes over to the stall next to mine,
puts his outfit on the shelf behind the john, and
comes back to me.  I have started walking slowly
towards him so we meet in the middle of the floor.  He
reaches up, grabs my head and pulls it down to him.
He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and starts
scrubbing my tonsils.  He reaches around and grabs a
bottom cheek and begins messaging it.  He grabs my
right hand and puts it firmly on his hard cock.  I
replace it with my left, since I am left handed. I
pump his pole slowly.

He begins thrust fucking into my hand for awhile.
Then he wraps my hair around my fingers and
pull-pushes my head into his crotch. I start sucking.
But there's a difference between what we have been
doing and this. Its stretchiness.  His dick has a
wicked ass curve and I can't get it down my throat. I
watch my cheek in the mirror above the sink - it
bulges and stretches as he pushes in deeper.  I gasp
as I pull off.  He always tells me that other people
can throat him. Okay, but I can't. He winds his
fingers into my hair again and pulls savagely on my
head, trying to get his dick down my throat. I start
gagging and choking.  Not the sexy "I'm am having a
tough time with your big cock but I'M ALMOST THERE"
gagging, but the "I'm just about to upchuck on your
legs cause I can't control my gag reflex anymore" gag.
Not too sweet.  I start wretching and he lets me off
reluctantly.  I pant, and stare at my knees, then
lower my head almost to the floor. I am breathing
really heavily.  Need to recover from that. Almost
mouth rape, but I did let it in willingly.

I take him back in again and this time he is just
fucking my mouth. I slurp, gag, gurgle, and use my
tongue.  He puts his hand on my cheek to feel his dick
working my mouth.

All of the sudden we are aware of the fact that we are
being watched.  There is a tall blonde guy wearing
blue scrubs, gray sweatshirt, baseball cap.  He has a
long face, kinda nice looking. Seems to have a great
body. He is looking totally shocked.  I have been
foolish, foolish, foolish.  First I am a 3d wheel, now
a shameless, risk taking slut.

I get up slowly.  Craig and I retreat to our stalls
and shut the door.  I am not sure what to do. When I
am standing I can see over the stalls walls.  I glance
out at him and he still looks like he has seen a
ghost.  But he isn't going anywhere, just standing
looking dazed.

How did he get in here without us hearing?  Probably
when I was wretching and gagging and Craig wouldn't
let me off his cock. Craig was probably pre-occupied
with keeping it in me, and I was being gagged by
curved horse cock, so I wasn't thinking about the
doors.

I sit down.  Craig is bolder than I, or at least
hornier (no, not that).  He works his dick through the
hole and hisses at me.

"doit"

I do.  I go back to sucking.  I mean, the guy has seen
me with cock in my mouth, working at my job of
sucking. So what's to lose as long as he just stays
put?  Craig pulls out and drops to his knees.  He runs
his finger along the hole.  I slide mine in and into.


Then the door opens again.  New person comes in,
wearing a white jersey, blue satin basketball shorts
to his knees (they have the school colors and logo),
and white tennis shoes. He must have heard our
scabbling as I pulled my dick back and sat down, and
Craig sat back down. Probably saw my head vanish
behind the partition.

He is a gay with a mission. He goes immediately to the
stall on the other side of me and sits down.  He looks
through the hole.  He hasn't taken his shorts down,
but now he stands up and drops them. Steps out of
them.  Still wearing his jersey, though. Like Craig,
he has come commando. He doesn't ask for service or
seem shy. No porn dialog. He slides his cock through.
Doesn't say a word.  Pretty nice looking kid in an
English school boy way. And in  a short basketball
jock way.  Maybe 19-20.  Its been an all my age
evening, unlike most times here.

I slowly start jacking his schlong through the hole,
then go down on him. After a few minutes I get off the
knob and look back at the other wall.  Craig is
looking through the other g hole.  He points and nods.
 I take English  guy's dick in my mouth and work on it
some more.  He doesn't make any sound for awhile, then
a sort of satisfied grunt series, then more silence.
I pull off with a pop. This goes on for about 10
minutes or more. My jaw is a bit tired, Craig's twisty
giant boner and this guy wanting a marathon suck have
made me feel like a pro.  I rest for a minute. He
pulls out and comes out.

He probably thinks that the dazed Med Student (maybe a
med student, maybe just an undergrad in scrubs) is
part of the scene.  Maybe he is. English boy peers
through the door crack then pushes at the door.  I
don't so anything so he rattles it harder.

What the hell.  I open it up.  I am still sitting.  He
leans in and kisses me.  Probably can taste Craig and
Doo-Rag Guy and St. Patrick's Day boy in my mouth
because he gets revved up and starts swabbing my mouth
and chewing my lips.  I stand up.  He squats and takes
my balls in his mouth. I like my balls worked over and
it doesn't get done as much as I would like, so this
is good. He has a nice tongue.  Uses it well too. He
reaches between my legs and starts slowly teasing my
crack and happy highway by brushing his fingers along
them.  Then he wets his fingers and sticks one up my
ass.  I shimmy and push down happily.  Fortunately I
have done a cum earlier, cuz I don't want to fountain
too soon.  This is nice.

Dazed Dude is still watching, and Craig has come out
and is playing with my nips - lick, pinch, lick,
pinch.  He gives my ass a hard slap, then another.  He
stands back and does a pelvis thrust.  He clearly
wants more dick sucking. But damm, I have done my duty
on that evil sausage this evening.  No more.  I reach
over and jack it, and play with his nuts.  But no
blowin.  He gets the picture.

He goes back in, and brings a lube tube and a condom
out of his stuff.  He slowly lubes up, watching me
consider whether fucking is on the agenda.  Then he
joins Shorty the English Basketball Jock in fingering
me.  First I have two, then I have three, then I have
four fingers working the territory.  Both of them know
a bit about it, so I assume that they get fucked, too.


Then SEBJ slides his fingers out, looks up at me
sluttily, and starts licking them. I throb. I love
when people do that.  He stands up and firmly turns me
around.

"give me that" he says to Craig.

Craig does.  SEBJ suits up, while I spread my legs far
apart.  He grips my hips and goes in.  I am better at
this than I used to be.  He has to buck and hump for
awhile, but then he's in and doing the deed.
Meanwhile Craig has come out and suited up, too.

"tag team".

SEBJ asks if I want that.  I nod.  He pulls out and
Craig tries to get in.  I just can't.  I stand up and
say so.  I bend over again and SEBJ mounts me again.
Craig takes his revenge - he slaps my ass hard, then
harder, then HARD. Several times.  Then he slaps my
face lightly but firmly. Both cheeks.  Finally Craig
gets down in front and slurps me in.  Its all over in
a few minutes.  I shoot.  SEBJ pulls out and coats my
left leg, and Craig beats off onto my face.

I walk over to the sinks to clean up.  SEBJ follows.
Craig just gets dressed and wanders off smelling of
ass fuck, spooge, sweat, and cologne.

When SEBJ and I have done enough cleaning so that I
don't look cum covered we walk back to our stalls.  He
hauls a phone out of his shorts.  He writes his number
on a piece of paper and says call me and give me
details.  I do.  Maybe we will meet again.

I get dressed and we walk out. Its about 1:00 in the
morning, I still smell like ass fuck and spooge and
Dazed Guy is still standing by the sinks as he was
when we cleaned up.  Difference is now I have some
clothes on.  Even underpants.  I wonder what the Dazed
One's story is. He still looks sorta like a zombie.

SEBJ tells me that I should be MUCH MUCH more cautious
because the police are now occasionally checking the
place because of orgy evenings like this one.

SEBJ and I part after arranging to meet at his
apartment or mine for a replay this weekend.

I think about this evening.  Tonight its just the hot
memories.  Later I think about the fact that I am
letting people slap me hard when I don't like that
much.  Well, I like it some, but enough is enough.
More is way too much. I don't think Craig and I are
gonna party in the future.

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So, thanks to everyone who wrote when I was sending
earlier installments.  I didn't want to write again
until something that seemed to me interesting enough
to write about happened to me.  Otherwise I think I
look like a shallow ass fool.  That took awhile.  If
you feel inclined, let me know what you think.