Intro to all stories: I was counting the number of blowjobs I had given the other day, and when I got into the 30's, I realized that I had truly blown, and sometimes fucked, many a man. Some were totally hot encounters, some were awkward and unsatisfying. But each has a place in my mind and I will try to write about each. I'm sure I cannot maintain chronological order, so only the first story will represent the first time. I hope you enjoy.
Part 3
As time went on I became more distracted by the desire and lustful thoughts of having a man's penis in my mouth. I kept visiting the library, most of the time without any luck, and would usually just end up jacking off into my hand and leaving.
One time I did score though, and it is still one of my favorite memories and fantasies. I was cruising the basement bathrooms of the library again. There is one on each side of the building, about a 3 minute walk from one to the other. The first one was empty, but I still took the time to sit down in a stall and check the graffiti a little, and give a nice soft rub to my aching hard erection. After a few minutes, with no promising action to read about, I buttoned up and made my way to the other side of the building.
This other bathroom has 2 entry doors, one into a little room followed by another into the actual bathroom. I entered the first door, and decided to quietly peek into the second to see if there was anyone there. I tried to be as quiet as I could. I opened the door just a crack, and there in the middle stall I could see a figure intently peeking through the crack in the stall door straight at me. The sensation of being caught hit me and I closed the door and quickly turned and left the bathroom. I stood outside the door and gathered my thoughts as my heart beat out of my chest. Finally I got my courage up again and this time went straight into the bathroom. As I approached the stall where the stranger had been, it opened, and there sat an average looking young man shaking his half hard dick in my direction. Without saying a word I walked right into the stall, got down on my knees, and went straight to sucking his dick.
I got it fully hard in just a few seconds, and was ready to give my best BJ yet when the sound of a door emanated from outside the room. He pushed my head off, and I stood up, then he closed the stall door and I just stood there wondering what to do. I guess the gig's up, I thought, and turned and left the bathroom. As I was exiting, the door sound was revealed, as my 400 level English professor was coming in to use the restroom. He smiled a sinister little smile at me, I nodded my head, and left. To this day I have no idea if he knew or even suspected my deviant behavior, but I like to think he did.
I walked away from the bathroom, down a long hall back to the other side of the building where my car was, when I heard the bathroom door close behind me. I turned to look and there was my partner-cut-short following me. I figured what the hell, and led him into a hallway where classes were held during the week. This being a Saturday meant no classes were in session. I turned a corner, found a classroom with the lights out, and walked in and waited. Seconds later, in he walked. We gathered in the center of the room next to a table, and rubbed each other's crotches intently. He moved his hand to the back of my head to pull me in for a kiss but I was still too new to this all and didn't want any of that, so I pulled away. Instead, I dropped to my knees, unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down to his ankles, and went back to work on his cock. It was about 6 1/2 inches, straight with a nice head, similar to mine for the most part. I cupped his balls with my hand as I guided his shaft in and out of my mouth, trying to keep a steady rhythm to make it as pleasurable as possible. He began moaning and held his hands on the back of my head as I continued. I knew that I wanted to finish him off with his cock deep in my throat. I picked up my pace a bit, and tried to get as much of his cock into the back of my mouth as I could without gagging. I listened as his moans grew louder, and kept at it with moans of my own. I rolled his balls gently in my hands as I bobbed up in down on his now slobbery cock. I knew he had to be close, and waited for it as he shot into my mouth without warning. I slowed my pace, and let his cock just throb as his cum shot into my mouth and on my tongue. He relaxed a little and I let go of him and spit his cum on the floor, a nice little present for the students on Monday.
I stood up, figured that it was over, and that he would zip up and leave, but to my surprise he dropped down to his knees, and undid my pants. He slid my cock straight into his mouth and with nice technique blew me to orgasm in less than a minute. I warned him I was cumming and he came off my cock and jacked me off onto the floor as a second present to the class. I thanked him, he thanked me, and we both buttoned and zipped up. We left the empty classroom without anyone noticing, and that was the last time I ever saw him.