An Incident at the Library

The deep throbbing in my bladder suddenly burst into my consciousness. I have been so immersed in the book that I had failed to notice both how time had passed and how the pressure in my groin was building. It was almost ten o' clock in the night and the aisles were deserted. Racks and racks of books stood solemnly and silently. It is time to head home. But first, I needed to pee.

Where was the urinal? I was unfamiliar with the library, having moved to the university only weeks ago. The throbbing in my bladder increased in frequency and urgency. I frantically paced the aisles, looking for a sign or a door with the familiar man-sign. In this top floor there was none to ask, and there was no way I could hold to go down, and ask at the desk.

I found it, finally, tucked away in an obscure corner - a little grubby door marked MEN. Heaving a sigh of relief, with piss practically bursting from the tip of my cock, I ran in. The room was dimly lit, with one urinal at the corner and a stall at the other end. The urinal was located right beside the door, so if one opens the door it will block any view of the urinal and anyone standing there. But once the door closed, the person urinating will be in full view, from the side, of the one who comes in.

Gleefully, I stood in front of the yellowed porcelain with fallen curly pubic hairs of various hues adorning its rim, and unzipped my fly. I love those undies with a double-layered opening up front, and even though I was in such a hurry, I started my usual pee routine that I do when I am certain of being alone: first sneak in my fingers through the hole in front and between the layers, catch hold of the soft layers of my silky foreskin that usually bunches up into a soft little pouch when I am not hard, and pull on it to get the cock out. As soon as the head is out of the opening I proceed to skin my cock, exposing its pink little adorable head, then holding the base of the head I thrust forward, bringing the rest of the shaft out. This, coupled with the pressure in my bladder, usually gives me a semi-hardon, which would proceed to become a full-fledged one by the time I finish pissing and playing - hence the necessity to be alone :-)

But the door suddenly opened. But there was no one in the aisles!! How come I did not hear any footsteps? My heart jumped. Here I was, with a semi hardon which was fast reaching full mast as adrenaline pumped into my veins. Who is this? Will he think that I am a pervert playing with myself in the urinal? Is he the person manning the front desk? The way I had my cock out, there was no way I could stuff it back in.

A man, clean shaven, with a mop of black hair on top, and a set of twinkling eyes below that mop, walked in and instinctively turned toward the urinal (obviously he has been in here before), and then saw me. In order to appear to be doing what I was supposed to be doing, I was in the process of getting some pee out past the hardon. My face was crunched up and flushed with the exertion. And at the very instant he looked at me and then unabashedly downwards, something came out. But it wasn't pee, flying out from between the pink lips crowning my cock-tip. It was a drop of pre-cum, that swung down from the tip, weaving a clear thread that caught the light from the yellow overhead lamp and glowed golden. It landed on one of the fingers of my hand that was tremblingly holding my cock. A few more drops followed in quick succession, expertly swung down the thread the first one had woven, and landed on my finger.

I was red, embarrassed beyond belief, and trembling. All this only added to the turgidity of my cock, which jumped in my hands, never breaking the shimmering connection it had made with my finger. The stranger smiled, then suddenly with an adroit movement pulled my hand out from my turgid cock and, with no resistance on my part (I was too shocked to react; or did I want this to happen?), stuffed my pre-cum coated fingers into his mouth and sucked joyfully. As he did, he turned me toward him, said with a naughty grin "I have been looking all over for a faucet to drink from!" and sank to his knees. The next thing I remember, in my emotional state of surprise, anxiety (what if we were caught?) and ecstasy, is letting loose; letting a thick thread of golden piss spring out from my fountainhead, watch it climb upwards and then arc down, to splash noisily on this handsome man's upturned face and parted lips. That scene is etched in my mind forever: little droplets dancing on his taut cheeks; few rivulets of gold coursing down his wide forehead to disappear into that thick mop of hair, while others ran down from the two corners of his mouth to fall between his strong, levis-encased and parted legs, forming a foamy puddle on the floor; and finally, wringing my golden piss from that mop of now shiny, wet and tantalizingly black hair on his head, while he buried his dripping face in my crotch. Not a drop of my golden nectar was wasted on bare porcelain that day in the library.

Restroom Queen

My first real cock sucking adventure didn't happen until I was nineteen years old, I was in college and still living with my parents. Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town. I was really feeling horny and wishing I could suck on a cock, I then thought of this rest stop out near the county line that had dirty writing on the wall when I stopped in once. And I wondered if it was possible that guys actually met there for sex, well I decided to go find out. I pulled up to the rest stop and it was pretty much deserted except for a couple of cars, I went inside and read all the writing on the walls. They were asking for hard cocks, or to get fucked up the ass.

Too bad I didn't have a pen or I may have added something up there, I then went back out to my car and sat for a while drinking my beers. Then I saw another car pull into the rest stop and a guy get out and walk into the bathroom, a minute later I saw another guy follow him in there. Then I saw an older black man walk up to the door, I knew then I had to go up there. The black man was positioned in a dark corner peeking through the holes in the bathroom door, I thought I saw his hand in his crotch but I couldn't tell. I walked closer to him but he looked startled by my sudden appearance and quickly walked away, I looked in through the door but couldn't see anything. So I walked around the sidewalk a little and noticed the black man returning to his previous viewing spot by the door, I waited for a few minutes and I followed. There he was in the same spot, and he didn't leave this time as I approached. I got up close to him and I tried to see if his cock was out but it was so dark I couldn't tell, I rubbed the crotch in my jeans and he just stared. It was then I decided to go for broke, I reached down into the darkness towards his crotch and was rewarded by a stiff black cock hitting my fingers. I quickly wrapped my hand around him and stroked it up and down, he moved with my hand and made it obvious that he enjoyed it. I stroked him for a while until finally I wasn't satisfied with a cock in my hand, in one swift motion I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth.

He was hard as a rock and I savored every black inch of him, his cock was about six and a half inches and the perfect size for sucking. He leaned back against the wall and was breathing heavily thrusting his dick into my mouth, I knew then that I wanted to feel his hot cum shooting into my throat. The guys in the bathroom must have heard us because we heard rustling inside and they came out of the bathroom just as I was getting off my knees, they gave us a rather odd look and walked on by. It was then that the back said his first words to me, they were "let's go out to the car". I followed him to a beat up old Chevelle, and he unlocked the passenger's side and I got in. He put his seat back and pushed down his pants, I needed no further invitation and I leaned head over his lap and soon had him in my mouth. He had gone limp but it took just a few passes of my hungry tongue to get him going again, I licked up and down his cock, flicked my tongue around the head, caressing the pee hole with my tongue.

I then moved down to his balls taking them into my mouth one by one, all while stroking his cock with my hand. He was really moaning now, and I sucked away at his approval. I leaned up for a second to take a breather, fascinated by his cock as I stared at it in my hand. He then said "Don't stop, suck that thing baby!", I went down and sucked as hard as I could. Jacking him off with my mouth, lightly raking my teeth over his stiff manhood, using every trick I had seen my favorite porno stars use on their men. Traci Lords was my favorite cock sucker and I used her technique the most, and was obviously getting positive results. I got down into the floorboard of the car taking him wholly into my mouth, I could taste the precum leaking out of his prick and I was aching for a taste of that warm fluid of his. I grabbed his cock and stroked it as I sucked the head, getting the motion going and feeling the head pulse bigger and bigger. I felt so hot and nasty, me a country boy from a small southern city suck on some old nigger's dick. And it tasted better than any chocolate candy I've ever had. By now he was talking dirty to me, saying things like "you suck that thing so good" and "You like sucking that dick don't you?". Finally he told me the words I wanted to hear as I did my stroking and sucking technique, he said "keep doing that and you gonna get some white stuff in your mouth".

I replied by sucking even harder on his prick, I could feel him pulsing against my tongue and still tasting the traces of precum leaking out the end. He moaned louder and said "I'm getting close", I continued my sucking. Then he said "There it is" with a big gasp, and I next thing I had a really warm taste filling my mouth, I explored it all with my tongue, savoring every drop. And with one big gulp swallowed the whole thing, I took my mouth off his cock and looked at it starting to soften a little bit. I squeezed it along its length and gathered another small load at the head of his cock, I leaned over and eagerly licked up every drop, and took his length into my mouth for the last time. He said "I think you swallowed all thats left", and pulled his cock out of my mouth and tucked it into his underwear. I licked my lips and thanked him, and he did the same. And we made plans to meet here at the same time next week, though I never did see him again. I got out of his car and walked over to mine, sitting there thinking about what had just happened. Smiled to myself, popped open a beer and drove home.

The Prepping

I was working as an orderly in a clinic when they rushed in a young man with abdominal pains. He was tall, nineteen or so, and really good-looking with wavy blond hair and blue eyes.

He was accompanied by his girlfriend who was somewhat hysterical. She said his name was Scott and he was a student at the university.

The woman doctor examined him and determined an appendectomy was necessary. She told me to shave his pubic area before he went into surgery.

I figured it to be a routine procedure. I thought of patients at the clinic as meat more than sex objects. Scott turned out to be the exception.

The girlfriend asked me what I was going to do to him. When I told her, she acted kind of jealous. It was necessary, I explained. Doctor's orders.

I took off his white gown. Scott had a lean, hard body, nicely tanned all over except for the white tanline left by a swimsuit. His cock was fat and uncut over big low-hangers. Impressive equipment. The girl had a real stud on her hands. I'd be jealous, too.

I went about shaving Scott's crotch. His cock sprang to attention when I touched it and held it aside. It was a real beauty with the head peeking out of the sheath.

"I'm going to die and I get a fucking hard-on," he groaned. He wasn't in too much pain to be sassy.

"You're not going to die."

"My guts are on fire. Fuck!"

I tried to remain detached and professional. But Scott had other ideas. Or at least his hard-on did.

"Oh man, I ain't come off in two weeks," he whispered. "I'm so fucking horny. Do it, jack me off." He smiled when he said it, like it was a joke, but his cock was stiff as a pipe.

"I can't, Scott. You're scheduled for immediate surgery. Besides, this is a medical clinic, not a cat house."

I wondered about his girlfriend and why she wasn't taking care of his sex needs. I guess he could read my mind.

"Liz is a sweet girl but she wants me to marry her before she puts out."

I had heard more than I cared to. It was none of my business. I was there to get him ready before he went under the knife. Under different circumstances I would have jumped at the chance to get my hands on a number like Scott. He was tall and blond, like the men I fantasized about when I beat off, except maybe he was a bit younger than I usually preferred.

"I'm sure you could get all the girls you want, with your looks."

I was about finished with him. For a moment I thought about how I'd like to suck on that sweet young cock and how I'd like to see it squirt. But he was in pain despite his horsing around, and the doctor was waiting to cut out his appendix.

"Are you, what do you call it, not queer, but gay? I heard that most doctors are because they work around bodies all the time."

I shook my head at such a dumb question. But he wasn't trying to offend me. "I'm not a doctor, just an orderly. You might say I'm bisexual."

I figured that would be easier for him to handle. In reality I preferred older men but I liked young studs like Scott with their hard bodies and hard dicks. That's what I meant by bisexual--I liked them young or old.

"Do you think I'm good-looking?"

"You know damn well you are," I said.

"Do you like me?"

"Sure."

"You're not just saying that?"

"You're a doll, what can I tell you? But the doc's waiting and she's not the patient type."

"Well, I hope they sew up the right hole afterwards. I heard about a prostitute who had her appendix taken out, they sewed up the wrong hole. Now she's making money on the side." He chuckled at his own joke, then winced in pain.

"Scott, you're too much. Surgery is serious and you're acting like a clown."

"I'm scared. Maybe something'll go wrong."

I squeezed his soft cock.

"The doc's the best there is, even if she's a bitch sometimes to work around."

They took Scott into surgery. There were no complications. I liked that guy, he had spunk. A real looker. But he was probably a prick-teaser, much like his girlfriend.

I took my days off and did a little partying, drinking beer and cruising, but I came up empty. I thought about the young college stud and about his hard young cock.

When I went back to work he was no longer at the clinic. I went about my chores.

A week later I was scrubbing up a stiff--not working my hard-on in the shower, but chemically dousing a dead body. When I finished the body was ready to go to the funeral home. I covered it with a sheet.

Scott popped his head into the room.

"Hey, dude."

"The name's Bill. Sshhh, this patient's sleeping."

"Smells awful in here," he said, wrinkling his cute nose.

"You get used to it. So they didn't make any mistakes, huh? You didn't end up in here, anyway."

"I'm good as new."

"Great." I took the opportunity to look him up and down. There certainly wasn't anything wrong with him that I could see. He looked as blond and cute vertical as he had horizontal.

"I wanted to see you," he shrugged, "maybe talk to you."

"Yeah, what about?"

"You know, I can't forget what you did to me. I've been jacking off ever since."

"Shaving your crotch?"

"That...and touching my cock. You know, having another man stroking it."

"So what do you want, Scott?"

He looked straight at me with those big blue eyes. "I want you to touch it some more. But what about the guy under the sheet?"

"Don't worry, he's asleep."

"I don't care. I want you to do to me what gay guys do. I'm real curious about it. Maybe that's the way I am, what I want."

"I'm working," I said.

"Come on, you can take a break. Can't you lock the door?"

I could and I did.

"If that guy is under heavy medication, he won't wake up, will he?"

"No problem," I assured him.

Scott pulled down his jeans and white briefs. His incision scar was pink and raw. His cock was hefty, his balls heaving.

"Touch my dick."

I kneeled down and stroked it. It grew hard instantly.

"Do it, suck it."

"Gotta use a rubber."

"Do you have to? That'll make it less sensitive."

"This is a clinic, Scott. We have strict rules about health. If I get caught I'll get canned."

"The door's locked," he said.

I had my gloves off and took off my gown and head covering. In my pocket I had a pack of rubbers. I tore one open, stretched it over the college stud's crown and threaded it down his shaft.

"Blow me," he groaned.

I held his cock by the base and shook it. It was real stiff. I licked the cockhead that was covered in latex.

"Oh yeah, that feels good! Suck it. Lick my dick..."

I took my time, jacking his cock while I licked his balls. Then I sucked them into my mouth.

"Oh wow, that feels good! Take out your cock, man. I wanna see it."

I freed my boner.

"Oh, it's real big."

He reached down and stroked it.

I pulled him down on the floor into a sixty-nine position. I threaded a rubber onto my cock.

"You want to get sucked, Scotty, you gotta suck mine."

"Oh man, I don't know about that."

"Try it, you'll like it."

Scott took a couple of licks on my cock but winced. He mostly jacked my cock. I went to work on his meat. I laved the shaft below the rubber with spit. I licked his balls until they were wet. "Suck my dick. Get me off. Make me shoot."

I sucked in earnest. He heaved and poked his fat dick down my throat. I pinched his bald pubic mound. I rolled his balls around in their tight sack.

"Oh, I'm ready. Gonna cum--gonna shoot! Oh God--oh fuck!"

He tensed his smooth thighs and his cock gushed wads of hot college stud jism into the tip of the condom. His cock deflated like a balloon after he shot his load.

He jacked my cock faster and faster.

"I can't get off good that way."

"So what do you want?"

"Suck me like I did you."

"I'm sorry, man. I don't like that, the taste of the rubber, the idea of licking a dude's dick."

"Guess I'll have to fuck you."

I said it as a joke, thinking I'd settle for a hand-job. I was still wearing the rubber with the residue of his spit on it, but I figured I'd take it off and let him beat my meat for me with his hot hand.

"Fucking's dangerous, ain't it? Don't it hurt a guy's ass, like tear it up?"

"No, I'll be real gentle. I've fucked a lot of ass in my day."

"Oh man, I don't know. If I scream I'll wake up the guy sleeping over there."

"Don't worry. I'll take it easy. You've got a beautiful ass, Scott. It was made for fucking."

I was laying it on thick even for me, but Scott was mulling over the proposition. His blue eyes burned with lust.

"Okay, but don't hurt me."

I rolled the college stud over on his belly. I nibbled on his smooth, round ass. That made my cock throb. I rubbed his crack and poked my middle finger up his butthole.

"Go ahead, do it. Stick your dick in me."

He was ready and so was I. My cock leaked a lot of pre-cum inside the condom. I mounted the his firm buns and nudged my cock up his virgin hole. It sank inside. The sensation made me shudder with pleasure. When I'd said his ass was made for fucking, it was no lie.

"Oh, it hurts. Hurts a lot."

"Relax, let it go in."

I fed my dick up his hole and stayed still a moment while it adjusted to the intrusion.

He moved his ass around underneath me.

"Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass."

I humped his ass, ramming his hole, starting with slow, grinding strokes, then advancing to fast and hard thrusting.

"Your cock is so big. It's so hard."

"Your ass is hot, real tight. Take it, Scotty. Take my dick up your ass." I stuck my tongue in his ear. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips and make a little whimper.

I plowed into him, slamming my meat up his cherry hole, reaming it, stuffing it with cock.

"Go ahead. Shoot it. Shoot your load up my ass."

I shoved my cock in to the hilt and it exploded, flooding the rubber with fiery jism.

Scott was hot and sweaty beneath me. He licked his lips and sighed. "Oh shit, I can't believe it. Another guy fucking my ass, shooting his load inside me. Stay in me."

Scott rolled onto his side. He grabbed of his cock and started pounding it. That made my cock stay stiff and I slowly fucked his hole some more.

"Fuck me. I can take it. I wanna jack off while you fuck me."

Lying on my side, I humped the tall, blond college stud while he stroked his cock.

"More. Harder. Fuck me hard!"

His ass liked dick. I fucked it deep and fast.

"Do it, man. Shoot it up my ass again."

I reached under his polo shirt and tweaked his nipples. He groaned with pleasure but didn't miss a stroke, pumping his cock faster and faster.

I was ready to explode up his ass a second time when his butthole spasmed around my cock.

I saw his jizz spray all over the floor. He backed up on my cock and rotated his butt. Just like I'd said, an ass made for fucking.

"It's so hard. I can feel you cumming. Shooting up my ass. Oh shit...hot cum inside me..."

I pumped his hole for all I was worth and flooded the rubber with a second load of creamy cum, then pulled out.

"Gimme another rubber."

I gave the college stud another condom. He fitted it over his cock. This time his cock stayed hard after he got off. I still wasn't sure what he wanted to do.

Charged with sex energy and led by his stiff prick, he took control. He rolled me over onto my belly and tugged down my white pants, exposing my butt.

"Gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you in your ass. Get ready."

He spat into my crack and slid his condomed cock up my bunghole.

"Fucking you. Fucking you in your ass. Take it. Take my big dick."

Scott rode me, like I'd imagined he'd fucked campus sluts before finding a girlfriend who didn't put out.

His big cock reamed my hole. He pulled my hair and rode hard in the saddle.

"You like it, don't you? Like getting fucked in the ass with a big dick. I'm fucking you real hard. Gonna tear up your ass. Dig it, don't you?"

"You're the best, Scott. They don't come any better. Fuck me till you cream my shithole."

I moved around and bucked back. He prodded me relentlessly. I could feel his big balls slapping against my own. A fire was building in my ass.

I bucked him over onto his side, using the lesson I'd just learned from the college stud. I fisted my cock while he twisted my tits and crammed my hole.

I shot off just seconds ahead of him. My butthole clenched his cock and brought him off.

"Cumming--cumming up your ass!" he screamed.

Despite the rubber, I could feel his hot cum cream my assguts. I grunted and rained a puddle of frothy cum onto the floor.

Afterwards, being a good orderly, I mopped up the cummy evidence and disposed of the used condoms.

"Wow, the guy didn't wake up," Scott said, glancing at the body.

"No chance. He's dead as a doornail."

"Aw fuck! You mean that's a stiff?"

"That he is."

"If I'd known I wouldn't have done it here."

"This is the only place that was safe. Haven't you heard about sex after death--being laid in the coffin?"

"You're weird, man." He grinned.

"And you're a hot fucking guy."

I don't know if Scott freaked over the dead body in the room, or if he finally persuaded his girlfriend to do it with him, or if he decided he was gay and found another college stud boyfriend, but I never had him again.

Some guys are just a flash in the pan.