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.
Indeed my desire and want, no need, for the feeling of another man's cock in my mouth was growing with every encounter I had. The bathrooms had been a great place to find where the men willing to provide the hardon's were, and since I had no other place to find them, I stuck to what was hot.
My next encounter happened by chance. I continued to visit the same 3rd floor library bathroom that held the most graffiti, and was also most frequented by like minded men. I had tried the other floors, and occassionally there was a message or two, but never did I find any prospects, except the basement from time to time. So when I went into the bathroom I prepared myself for the inevitable, that I would sit there alone and have to jerk myself off into my own hand. Thankfully there are surprises around a corner once in a while, or bathroom stall door as the case may be.
I sat down in my usual spot, the stall next to the bigger handicapped stall that was in the back corner of the bathroom. Since I had started sucking cock in the bathrooms, some dedicated soul, who knows who, had patiently carved out and bent a nice glory hole into the solid steel divider between stalls. Now I had a few brief encounters with the hole, too short to really write about, but let's say I was very familiar with its uses.
It didn't take but a few seconds for me to realize that someone was over there. I looked intently at the hole, but had a bad angle sitting on the toilet to see if the man was interested or not. I strained to look between the back wall and the stall, but couldn't see a thing. I took a chance and bent forward to look through the hole and see if there was an interested party on the other side. There sat a young man slowly stroking his cock and staring right back at me! I took a chance and put my hand up to the hole, and made a calling motion with my fingers. I figured a horny male in a bathroom next to a glory hole would have his cock through there in heartbeat. To my chagrine, nothing happened. I looked again and the figure hadn't changed positions, but still intently stared while stroking his nice, hard dick.
My mind was racing with lust, I was at that point of no turning back. My mouth was watering, I was licking my lips, my breathing was heavy and I was ready and willing to suck that cock for all it was worth. Without hesitation, I stood up, walked out of my stall and knocked on the door of his. He unlatched it and I walked in, closed it and latched it shut again.
He looked up at me, dick in hand, and asked me what I wanted. I said, "I like to suck," thinking the invitation would be welcomed. He didn't say anything, so I asked, "what do you want?"
"I like to get fucked," was the whispered response.
Here is the crossroads. I was in no way prepared to take this step. It had not been part of my thinking pattern, it wasn't part of my masturbation fantasies, it wasn't something I was really interested in. That combined with the fact that the young man had a nice cock on top of a smaller frame. I wasn't sure if he was ready to take my girth, and after I pulled my pants down to show him my raging hardon, Im not sure he was so eager any more either.
I stood there stroking it, and hoped he would wrap his lips around it. He simply stared at it, and then looked down at his own nicely sized tool. I took that as my queue. I sank down to my knees, and spread his legs farther apart as I took his entire length in one quick motion. I wanted to suck him slow, to make him eager for my motion and my warmth. I glided easily up an down on his shaft, my mind buzzing with satisfaction as I worked on pushing his head past my gag reflex and into the comforatble pocket in the back of my throat. I would let it rest there, sometimes gagging, but most times forcing a swallowing motion that created a perfect suction for him to enjoy. I continued to work up and down, not hurried, but ever so slowly increasing my pace.
My patience with him payed off, not with a sudden volley of cum that I was looking for, but another person came into the bathroom and sat in the stall I had preciously occupied. At first I stood up and semi-hid beside my current meal. But then I figured that someone sitting in that stall had to be looking for the same thing I was. So I said the Hell with it and got back down and went back to work. This time I wanted our observer to see another man cum in my mouth. I worked faster, sucked a little more firmly, used my hand to stimulate the underside of his head, and in no time he began to breath faster, moan, and gyrate his hips towards my mouth. He let out a final sighing moan and unleashed several volleys into my waiting mouth, which I swallowed as fast as I could. I slowed down, gave it a final soft suckling, and stood up.
Of course, I looked to the glory hole to see if our observer was still watching. All I saw was an open mouth filling the hole. I took this as my invitation to get my own rocks off. My pants were still at my ankles so I just took a couple of steps over and stuck my cock straight through the hole and into the waiting mouth. The feeling was intense, and it was highlighted by my lust and the skill of the stranger on the other side. He was seemingly sucking the life force out of my, my hinds gripped the top of the stall, I thrust my hips as far forward as I could, and moaned for him to continue, to make me cum.
All the while, the guy I had just finished off was trying to leave, but my positioning was keeping him from being able to stand up, pull up, and leave with the expediency he was looking for. So as I'm reaching the peak of pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of my head, and balls tucking up for a shot heard 'round the world, this guy is pushing on me to move out of the way so he can get by. I tried to move my hips closer to the stall, but that was as far as I was moving from the ecstasy suck job I was in the middle of. With some wiggling, and some effort, he got by me as I whispered "I'm cumming" and shot my load into the strangers mouth. He finished me off, milked me dry, and released me. I pulled out of the hole, pulled up my pants, and prepared to leave. I looked, and my original suckee was still hanging around, confused about whether to run or continue to watch.
Then a cock came through the hole from the other side. I looked at it, and it was a nice one. But I had lost all of the lustful feelings that had driven me there to begin with down the throat of the very man that was looking for reciprocation. I'd like to say that I buckled down and sucked that cock as dessert, but I was still far to new to this all to overcome the shameful feelings that had immediately followed an encounter. So, with my original man at my side, we walked out to the bathroom sink, washed our hands (and I my mouth). We never said anything to one another, but like so many encounters, there was a desire to say something, to meet again, to experience more, to maybe take it that one step further. But like the other encounters I left without saying anything, and leaving one man to the chore of jerking off into his own hand, but luckily for him, with the taste of a cock and some of my cum in his mouth.