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Feeling Horny in the University Library (part 3)
"Mate, your cock's huge" he said, "I can barely fit my hand round it". I felt him bring his other hand round to the opposite side of my dick. He interlinked his fingers and started wanking me between his two palms, running his hands right up and over my sensitive, precum-soaked head, making me moan uncontrollably with pleasure.
I placed my own second hand on top of my first hand which still encircled his cock and squeezed both as tight as I could, making his gasp. I then began wanking him hard and fast.
"Fuck, yes, yes" he moaned as my hands sped up and down his shaft. I felt his own hands increase their speed and could feel myself beginning to get close.
Suddenly there was a sound behind us, as the entrance door swung open.
We sprang apart, dropping each others cocks. He leapt back in front of his own urinal and stood facing it as if pissing. I fumbled with my dripping erect cock, trying to force it back into my jeans out of sight.
The person who'd just entered walked past us and took up his place at the only empty urinal, on the opposite site of the dark haired guy in black white and green checked shirt and black jeans, who, only seconds ago, I'd been furiously wanking off.
The newcomer was Oriental, probably Japanese, wearing faded jeans and a lemon coloured creased shirt. He stood at the urinal and I heard him unzip himself, then the sound of a steady stream of urine splashing into the urinal in front of him. I sneaked a glance at my wank buddy. He still had his erect cock out, but was standing very close to his urinal, blocking the view of his cock to the other guy. I still hadn't managed to get mine put away yet, so I mirrored him, standing as close to my urinal as I could.
I wondered if the Japanese guy had any idea of what we'd been up to only moments before. The sweet smell of precum seemed to me to fill the room. He must know, surely. I heard the gushing of piss slow to a trickle, then the sound of a belt jingling as the Japanese guy shook himself off. He turned away from the urinals, zipping himself up as he did, and walked out past us, leaving the toilet without washing his hands.
I realised I'd been holding my breath, and exhaled slowly, this time the sigh having nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with relief. He can't have noticed, or if he did, he can't have minded. I started to wonder what he might have done if he had noticed. Maybe he'd have joined in!
My mind wandered off imagining what it would have been like if he'd turned to face us after pissing, stroking his cock to its full length. How hot it would have been to have had all three of us wanking together. My dick, which had been begun to lose its stiffness and started to droop, suddenly began firming up again at the thought.
I gently caressed it, and soon it was fully hard again and I started wanking properly, wrapping my fist around my shaft. There was movement to my left, as my new friend attended to his own cock. I turned and looked down at it. He held it tightly in his fist, moving his hand steadily, at a speed just a fraction faster than my own. His eyes were closed and his left hand had disappeared up the front of his shirt, presumably to rub over his chest and nipples. He was giving little grunts of pleasure to himself, lost in his own private world of ecstasy. I stared, mesmerised, at his light pink cockhead sliding in and out of his soft brown foreskin, the skin covering and uncovering the glistening wet head, precum leaking out of his slit.
I couldn't wait to see more than just precum come out of that slit. I knew from watching porn that everyone seemed to cum different amounts, sometimes a few drops, sometimes a huge gush that seemed to go on forever. And for some people it flew out, projectile style, for others, it just oozed and ran down the side of their cock. I knew my cum tended to fly out of me, usually shooting quite far. Especially the 3rd and 4th shots for some reason. I wondered whether his cum would shoot out at speed, and how much of it there would be.
I imagined big thick globs of white flying from his cock, my hand increasing its speed up and down my dick of its own accord, and moaned softly to myself. Next to me, the dark haired guy moaned too, and a shiver ran down my spine at the sound. He moaned again, louder and more urgently, and this, coupled with the thoughts running through my mind that he might cum soon, tipped me right to the edge.
I could feel my balls starting to tighten and my cock throb all over, and knew it would only take a couple more strokes to start it squirting.
"I'm gonna cum!" I managed to gasp, causing him to snap his brilliant green eyes open and turn his head to the perfect angle to see. Seconds later, my cock started firing thick ropes of sticky glistening cum all up the back of the urinal. A wave of pure pleasure swept over me, and my legs felt like they were going to buckle, forcing me to brace my left hand against the wall in front of me for support. And still cum was flying out of me, I don't think I'd ever cum so much and so hard in my life. Two shots landed on the silver pipe that water flushed out of, and one even made it onto the wall above the urinal.
I was vaguely aware that I was moaning and gasping with pleasure, caught up in the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.
"Fuck mate, you sound so hot when you cum" my wanking buddy said. "And what a load! Nice one!" He sounded impressed. I was too caught up in my own rollercoaster of pleasure to be able to answer.
As my breathing slowed and quietened, I could hear his start to quicken, and he began groaning to himself.
"Oh yes. Oh fuck! Oh yes! FUCK YES!"
His hand was moving so fast it was almost a blur. I could tell he was almost there.
He gave one more loud moan, then cum started flying from the end of his cock, not quite as powerfully as my own had, but it was really hot to watch nonetheless. His hand slowed to a gentle caressing motion, and he milked the last drops out the end of his cock.
He turned to look at me and grinned, his eyes twinkling.
"Fuck, that's better, I needed that so badly."
"Me too", I confessed.
"I know, you horny thing. You couldn't leave it alone sat at your desk. I thought you were going to whip it out and start pounding it there and then!"
I chuckled, a bit embarrassed. Actually, I think I blushed a bit too.
"I was kinda hoping you would do actually" he continued. "I was dying to see if you were as hung as I thought you were".
A gushing noise of running water suddenly started, making me jump, and the urinals started flushing themselves, the expanses of cum we had shot quickly breaking up and being washed away.
"Anyway," he said "that was fun. Better get back to my studying now though" and he was gone, out of the door.
I stood at the sink, washing the sticky remnants of cum off my hands, replaying what had just happened in my mind. It dawned on me that I had just had my first proper sexual experience. Ok, so I was technically still a virgin, but I had just wanked with another guy, had touched and wanked another guy's cock and had another guy wank mine. My dick tingled at the memory, and I gazed at myself in the mirror. I couldn't stop smiling.
I wandered back down the stairs to sit back at my study desk, my mind still in a bit of a trance, a smile still plastered on my face. I looked across at where he was sitting, engrossed in his textbook, and he looked up, caught my eye and winked at me. My smile grew and I winked back, then made myself comfy in my chair and reopened the article I'd been reading.
"Another important case study in this area..."