Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2015 11:20:32 -0800
From: KW
Subject: The Locked Door

(There is a picture in the original copy of this text which breaks the
first part I just sent from this one. My apologies for the the first
submission not being full. This one holds the full piece as should be
published on nifty provided it meets the formatting requirements etc. Thank
you!)

   I had just gotten back to the Wisconsin campus from a trip to Florida.
It was fucking cold again but on the plus side I couldn't stop looking at
how sexy my tan was. Every time I was in front of a mirror I pulled up my
shirt and tugged down on my pants to see where the smooth toned curves of
my torso ended and the white Wisconsin winter of my Speedo line began. As I
walked into the student center to use the pisser, just ahead of me walked
in the slender boy with the striped back pack. We had made eye contact on
occasion throughout the campus. He would catch me doing a full scan from
top to bottom. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me from below when I
ascended the stairs. Now, he was heading toward the bathroom too, but
walked slower. His black hair shaded his eyes and his brown leather belt
rode just above his plump twink ass. I wonder if he was always this proper?
Where was the little dip on his backside which separated his back from the
entrance to his tight hole?
    I hurried in front of him and caught his hazel eyes. He ducked a bit
and I smirked. He slowed down even more when he realized we were going to
the same place for the same reason. Or were we? There was a mirror in there
and I knew I would have to check myself out again. I got in and I scurried
to a stall. I wanted to use the urinal but if I used the stall it would be
easier to corner him on his way out. The urinal was on the other side. He
walked in just as the stall door closed. I heard a click and wondered if he
had locked the door. When I unzipped and let my piss flow, I made a small
moan to grab his attention. Get him curious or maybe aroused or just plain
old weirded out. All I know is I wanted him to think about me holding my
dick and moaning. So I made another grunt as the last bit of dribbles left
me.
    When I turned around and opened the stall door I peeked at the mirror.
I couldn't believe it. His pants were around his ankles and he had his face
turned back towards me. His small lips were gaped with a small smirk. I
looked down to his crotch to see him stroking his semi-hard cock. It only
filled one of his hands and it looked like he needed a little help.
    Just as I started to move forward and drop down he said in a thick deep
voice, "That's what I thought dirty boy." He grinned and took his shirt
off. I rubbed my cock warmed hands down his smooth ribs bringing them in
toward his thick crotch. I pulled his briefs down and dipped down to my
knees to wrap my mouth around his dripping hard dick.
    "How does that taste naughty boy?" He started humping my mouth driving
his dick deep in my throat. I didn't choke, I took every thrust willingly.
    I jerked off as I sucked him but that isn't what I wanted to do after
long. I had rubbed my hand on his backside and drew my fingers through his
smooth hairless crack. I pressed my middle finger into his boy pussy and
his cock grew bigger. This time I did choke a bit. He withdrew immediately
and leaned up against the wall. He had stepped out of his pile around his
ankles.
    "Looks like I found a bottom boy."
    "Shut up and fuck me." he said back.
    I grabbed a condom off the bathroom sink, and slipped it on. I wrapped
my arms around his chest allowing my face to rest on the back of his neck.
I pinched his nipples. He jumped back a little which put his ass right into
my crotch. I thrust myself into him and he let out a cute whimper. A
whimper which sent me into riding his ass hard. My balls slapping his body
right above his sack, my hands gripped his hair, and my ass commanding and
conquering every, last, fuck. Until I came and panting like an animal
withdrew, both our bodies dripping in hot sweat and wild spontaneity.
    "Ready to finish me off now?" he said as he turned around. He placed
his hand on my head and pushed me down. I opened my lips and he shoved
himself all the way to the back of my throat. He fucked my face until I
felt a hot trickle of cum drip down into my throat. It was perfect, after
the plane ride I was a bit hungry anyways.
    We got dressed  and as I went to open the handle I noticed it wasn't
locked.
    "You didn't lock the door you fucker?"
    "Nor did you, Mr. I'm a top."
    "I thought I heard a click when you came in."
    "No, that was my belt you always pause on when you check me out."