Date: Thu, 20 May 2004 16:40:20 -0400
From: Frank Russ <frankruss@hotmail.com>
Subject: Right Place at the Right Time

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I'm 35 years old, and was taking a night class at the local college a couple
years ago. I had an interesting experience I thought I would share.

The college is an hour from my house, so I always leave early in case there
is traffic. If I arrive early, I'll' hang out and study or wander the campus
checking out the beautiful young college students (male or female, I'm happy
to admire either).

One night, I had to take a crap, so I was sitting on the toilet in the
public bathroom of the building where my class was. I was enjoying the
bathroom graffiti: the usual sex jokes, politician bashing, etc. and one
item caught my eye. In red marker, someone wrote "I love to suck cock. Leave
date, time and place."

Now, I love to have my cock sucked, but I'm too shy to reply to an ad like
that myself. What made this ad especially interesting was the reply written
below it in blue pen that said "Monday the 8th- 6PM - this stall."

It was Monday.

I looked at my watch and it was 5:45 P.M.

What the hell was the date? I looked at my calendar and it was the 8th. I
had to laugh because the tease caused me to get a moderate hard on. Was I
fifteen minutes away from a couple of hot college boy's oral encounter?
Should I hang out in the next stall listening and knowing what they up to?

But the 8th of which month? Which year for that matter? This ad could be
years old for all I knew.

I finished my dump and wiped my ass. When I ripped the toilet paper off the
roll, a small piece fell to the ground. A black male hand with long slender
fingers reached down from the next stall and picked it up off the floor.

Ok, what was THAT about? Is this the cock sucker? Or maybe the cock suckee
thinking I am the cock sucker? Or maybe it's just some weird neat freak that
doesn't like toilet paper on the floor. Is it my horny mind that is turning
this into something more? My heart is racing and my penis is hardening even
more. I rip off another sheet of toilet paper and drop it to the ground to
see what happens. He picks that up too.

Too strange for me! I stand up planning to leave. I reach down to pull up my
pants and the stall door opens. It's the black man from the neighboring
stall of course. So, here I am, standing with my pants down at my ankles,
with my 7 inch cock pointing directly at this very pretty, very delicate
young man.

"That your note?" he asks referring to the blue ink reply. I could say "No"
and tell the truth or I could get a nice blow job from this pretty young
boy. So, I answer "yes" and he enters the stall closing the door behind him.

He sits on the toilet fully clothed and I move toward him and stand between
his legs.  He gently licks my cock head while he massages my balls. He
starts kissing my cock shaft with light, small pecks. Slowly the kisses
become harder. Then he leaves his lips on my cock and uses his tongue to
feel every little vein and hair on my unit. He looks up at me for the first
time, smiles and nods with an approving look.

I am now fully erect and he nibbles on my cock head and starts to bob up and
down on it very slowly. With each bob he takes just a little bit more of it
in his mouth. His mouth is wet and warm and it feels nice to be engulfed by
this stranger.

He's managed to take my entire 7 inches and it feels wonderful. My shaft
thickens and he can tell I will be exploding soon. He removes his mouth from
my cock and speaks for the first time since the session started. "You
clean?" he asks. "What?" I reply. "Clean. Negative. No HIV?" he explains.
"Oh, yeah. totally clean. Negative. No problem."  "Good, because I want to
swallow every drop" he vows.

His mouth is back on my penis and he is much more aggressive now. Moving
faster and faster and I know I won't last much longer. I do my best to hold
back because I'm loving his technique, but the pleasure is so intense it's
time to let loose or pass out.

My cock explodes in his mouth and he keeps bobbing and swallowing, bobbing
and swallowing until I have nothing more to give him.

The main door to the bathroom opens and someone walks into the room. My
awareness that a world exists outside my pleasure is jarred back to reality.
My oral friend ignores this and returns to his gentle light kisses on my now
softened cock as a way to round out his performance. I pull up my underwear
and pants. Whisper a "thank you" and turn to leave.

As I open the door to the stall there is a college kid standing directly
outside the stall door. He looks confused and concerned. I look down at my
watch. It's 6 PM on the dot. He's wearing a tee shirt and draw string sweat
pants (for easy removal I assume.) This must be the REAL blue ink guy.

I address the kid directly, "don't worry, you're next" I say with a laugh.
"2 for the price of 1" I say to the equally confused kid still sitting on
the toilet. As I head for the exit, I look over my shoulder and see the kid
enter that stall. I'm sure they'll both be just fine.