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FOR THE SECURITY BOYS
By Man Loving
It was Sunday afternoon, and I had gone to one of the notorious t-rooms on campus, looking for some action. The weather was perfect for a winter's day with sun and temperatures in the low 50's, which ain't bad at all for Portland Oregon this time of year!
Anyway, I was lonely, recently single and all, and well - I needed a man!
There were a couple of the places on campus where I'd found some surprise action. They weren't in the notorious cruisy johns, but in out of the way ones.
Just so you know, I'm a closet case. I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those places where lots of guys are hanging around. A lot of older guys who aren't students hang around there. Some of them are probably cool as I met one or two in the beginning of my experience with t-rooms. My dad is Vietnamese and my mom is African-American so I look something like a dark-skinned Asian. My hair is fine and curly and I'm somewhat on the short side. I've been cruised by lots of white guys who go for Asian-types, those who stick around after they learn I'm half 'black'. I don't have preferences as far as race.
Anyway, I was in a stall in an out of the way john. This one had three stalls and two urinals. I was in the stall furthest from the door. I got fucked in this stall once. We were bad boys and neither of us had condoms with us. We were so horny and neither of us cared. I felt so guilty afterwards, even though I'm negative. It's just that once you start, you can get hooked - besides, the guy dicking me could have been positive and he didn't 'look' like it. He was so nice though, maybe I'll tell you the whole story sometime.
There was a different t-room in the same building that attracted lots of guys. When it was real quiet, I could hear the door to that one opening and closing. I could guess about how much action was going on. Today however, the traffic was low. Guys had probably done up to Washington Park to cruse around the Rose Garden and walkways overlooking downtown. I could hear guys going into the john downstairs, so someone would swing by this one soon enough.
My shorts were bunched up around my ankles and my legs were spread out pretty wide to either side of me. I love being almost naked in a public place. My 7" dick was rock hard, and I was stroking that puppy real good. I love my cock, I love cock period, that's why I was cruising. I need a man, cause that's who's got cock.
Ten had minutes past, and still I sat alone. Twenty minutes and no one had even opened the door to this t-room. I reached down into the crack of my brown ass and rubbed a finger around my ass hole. Mmm, that felt soooo good. I love to play with my self anally. I'm going to have to start brining lube and condoms with me when I go cruising. There's nothing like a safer cock snacking up the ass when you don't have a boyfriend to do you regularly. My ex and I were versatile. Before meeting each other, we couldn't bottom out with our previous boyfriend's cause they were both more feminine and bottoms. I would have felt weird at that time, though I've since gotten over that somewhat. So if you thought I was the lithe, delicate, submissive Asian type, forget it. Come to think of it, maybe that's why I don't attract more white guys.
We both needed a strong masculine type to give our butts to. It was great to totally bottom out like a bitch, then turn around and bread the hell out of the other's ass too. I sat and thought about that as I ran my finger over the mouth of my hole. I missed Kevin, I missed the great sex we'd had. Whatever, he's long gone now - back to New York and his big advertising job.
I didn't have any lube so I reached down and splashed a little bit of water on my hole. I poked at it with my index finger. I hadn't douched out, so I knew I wasn't clean. I've got to start doing all this stuff before going out. I've had to finger myself clean on a couple of unexpected fuck opportunities, so I knew how to do this.
If your rectum is a little slow in moving things along, you should reach down and splash hole as I'd already done. Next, you stick wet finger into hole, not too far in (try to avoid contact with you know -- stuff) pull out and repeat process. Usually this will trigger your ass to start pushing stuff out naturally. Flush toilet. This will give you a fresh supply of water. Once your butt is emptied, dip finger into clean water, then poke hole again. Go deep. You will have a slightly dirty finger but if you keep dipping it into the clean water (keep flushing when water has become dirty) and poking it into your hole, you will soon be clean.
I was just starting this process as I've just explained it, when an idea came to mind. Toilet paper! It was perfect, next to having a douche kit, not to mention a little kinky! I could trigger my ass to work itself clean, AND not make contact with a dirty hole.
It didn't seem that anyone was headed for this john, so I decided to have fun. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my shorts off, hung them up on the coat hook and sat back down with my legs completely naked. I had a boner like crazy.
I pulled off a good bit of toilet paper and balled it up in a wad. I sat a little forward on the seat and reached back and dipped the wad in the water. I hoped that the water was enough to help it go in and wash me out. I tried it a couple of times and just couldn't get enough. What a cheap ass toy and it felt so good! It got my hole to working and I'd grunt I'd dump it out and got cleaner. I'd flush the toilet and start the game over again. After a while I was totally clean and just stuffing myself for the pleasure of it.
"Awe, yea, get in there. Get up that macho man-pussy!" My hole was opening something wicked, nothing like fist holes, but open just the same.
I must have been moaning louder and louder cause soon the door to the john opened. Someone with heavy footsteps walked all the way into the room. Shit, I hoped that they wouldn't peak into my stall, but if they did, I prayed that it wouldn't be campus security.
CRACKLE, VOICES, SILENCE
Oh fuck, it WAS security!
My cock shriveled down to size in seconds flat. The guy seemed to be standing there in the middle of the room. I held my breath, trying not to move an inch.
"What's going on in here?" he asked.
SILENCE
"What's going on in there?" he asked again.
"Excuse me?" I asked in return.
He stepped up to the stall door and peeked in through the crack. I leaned forward, trying to hid my nake legs. Oh god, don't let him see me with my shorts off.
BANG-BANG-BANG
"Open this door, fella", he commanded as he pounded on the door.
"Fuck what's the matter with you? I'm taking a shit, man!" I said, in the angriest sounding macho voice I could muster. I wanted him to think I was really minding my business. I was just an athlete who'd decided to change out in a john not frequented by the 'queers' before he went to study or something.
There was silence. Maybe he believed it and would leave me alone. I promised myself that if he left, I'd be dressed in a flash and would blaze a trail out of that building.
"I'll be here when you finish," he said.
Typical nosy security, I thought.
When I'd wiped up and gotten my clothes back on, and flushed the toilet, I stepped out into the open area to face this jerk of a security guard. Oh, shit, it was Stan - a guy I'd played against in baseball. I knew he was a student, I didn't know he was security too! Stan is about 38 years old, 5'8", husky built and has brown hair and a 'stache'. He's handsome, but not pretty at all. His face is kind of rough and he has a scar by his left eye, liked he'd been cut there some time ago.
I was mortified. Had Stan heard me moaning, flushing the toilet and talking dirty? We were face to face; he smirked at me and said, "Come here you fag."
He took my by the back of my neck and pulled me to him and down so I was facing a hard 9" pink dong. Oh shit, I hadn't even noticed it poking out of his pants. Would he bash me here in the john. No one would be witness to the crime. Was he going to get me to suck him then haul me in to the campus security or the police? Were any of his buddies outside the john waiting to burst in and see me being a 'fag'? What if the news spread over campus?
I was on my knees looking up into his mean-looking face when his stern expression cracked into a smile. "Don't be afraid, baby. Daddy's going to treat you good," he said, running his fingers through the big silky curls in my black hair. "Damn you're pretty!" he whispered. "I can say that now. Nobody would believe you and I'd say I caught you sucking cock in the john, if you ever tried to tell somebody."
Sensing how afraid I was, he leaned over an placed his mustache covered lips on mine, and kissed me. His hand was still on the back of my neck and he held me firm as he moaned and probed his tongue trying to part my lips.
"You think I'm going to hurt you," he said, not asking or telling me - just kind of stating a fact.
"Get up, get in there and get naked," he commanded as he went to lock the door to the restroom. I did as I was told. "Copy, Badger 3 here, Blank Hall, top."
He must have had to report where he was every so often. "I'm about to have a great time Milt". He told me to get up on the toilet seat and squat. I heard him unzipping as I climbed up on the lid and lowered myself. His belt buckle clanged to the floor. His hands were on my ass cheeks and his hot breath was hitting me in my crack.
If someone has ever tongued you in your ass crack, you know the good feeling I felt just at that time. If you haven't, I pity you. You haven't lived till some dude sucks your hole. I was completely clean.
"Can't live without this, man!" Stan said. "You were in here douching yourself out weren't you? All that moaning and flushing and splashing water."
I didn't answer, and how did he know?
I didn't care either just then, cause there was a knock at the door of the john. That must be Oris, he said, patting my buns before going to unlock the door. He's in the middle stall, Stan said to whoever it was at the door. I was still up on the toilet. I began to shake as my muscles got tired and cramped.
"Damn, Stan, he's hot dude!" Oris praised. "Oh shit, look at his pretty black hair in that crack!"
I looked over my shoulder fast enough to see Oris drop to his knees, then his face was quickly out of site as he zeroed his face into my ass crack. He looked Indian like in India or the Caribbean. He was probably 5'10" with the sleek build of a running back.
"Ain't that one of the sweetest man-butt's you've ever seen?" Stan exclaimed. "I know this one here Oris, so we shouldn't ever be lonely for male-ass, dude!"
"You know him? Oris asked, taking his face out of my crack long enough to ask.
"Yea, but move over. We can suck his pussy some other time, let's fuck Cunt-boy here. Did you remember the lube and condoms?"
"Got'em here man."
I didn't bother pretending not to want cock up my ass. There are some things that are too good and too scarce to pass up. I did want down off the toilet so I could get more comfortable. "Can I get down, my legs are tired?"
Oris and Stan looked at each other, laughing. "Why sure, what were we thinking about?" "Let's get these clothes off buddy, so Milt can kneel on em."
Soon I was on hands and knees, kneeling on a couple of our campus security guards' uniforms. Oris was pulling out his three fingers he'd been probing in my anal chute. I was deep throating Stan and his pole was opening my throat something good! It would have been perfect to have a guy working my cock front at the same time my holes were being worked.
The gods must have been listening.
"That must be Rich", he's late, said Stan about the person knocking on the restroom door. He got up to answer it. You get the front, Stan directed to a tall basketball player kind of black guy. The guy wasn't half bad looking either, but I wondered how felt letting a small guy like me dick him.
"Good, my hole is so hungry man!" he responded. I thought Rich was going to suck me and play with my tits.
He undid his pants and pulled them down off his waist. He lubed my cock then rolled a condom over it, and put more lube on the outside. Sliding underneath me, on his back, he cooed - "Come on baby, use Rich's lonely man-nooky." He hiked his legs up into the air and aimed my meat and his hole for a collision course. I looked down to see something of a black mouth opening around the mushroom head of my lighter colored pole. Rich, must have loved cock even more than me cause it seemed like his hole was about two sizes bigger than my shaft, and I just sank in to hot sucking guts. It seemed that he was using every muscle in the length of his anal track to literally milk me.
"Oh yes, feed that queer jock's ass!" Oris and Stan cheered. I tried to for a bid. Soon I heard Oris behind me. "Shit, look at that ass. Rich, you should see your hole, man! Damn, you take cock so good dude."
Rich's eyes were clamped shut, his lips was shaped in an 'O' and he just groaned. His hands were on my buns, and he tried to pull me harder into his needy rectum. "Yea", he growled, that's what I'm for. I'm made so my buddies can get their nuts off in me. Either Rich was just a total bottom or he was as versatile an anal-oriented dude as I was.
I slammed into him, wanting see him love my cock even more. "I want you to live with my dick in your guts Rich. Look at you, sweet 'woman'. Yea let me see you're male vagina reaching out for me baby. Oh yea, I love those guts sucking my cock! Oh fuck, don't let me go baby, trap daddy in that pussy, swallow my cock in your ass like a good boy."
I was just dropping my cock into Rich's chewing guts.
Then I felt pressure and a slight pain at my own butt hole. I froze still.
"It's okay", Oris tried to re-assure me. What I'd failed to see hidden in his pants was a 10" log, naturally attached to his body, and adorned with golf-ball sized nuts. Before I could get my wits about me, Oris was slithering about five inches of beer-can thick meat into my rectum.
"Oh, ugh, oh shit!" I panted incoherently. My ass instinctively began clamping down on him, trying to snap his cock off.
"That's it, ream the bitch," Stan encouraged. "Give it to him like you do Rich and me."
That pole of a cock hurt so back at first that I just laid down, on Rich's chest, with my cock lodged all the way in his guts. He held me in his arms and cooed in my ear. "Push out like you're gonna shit. That's the only way you're gonna feel better."
As I made like I was shitting, Oris' weapon slowly glided completely into port.
His hands were on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart.
"Holy, shit Milt, I'd be happy if I never had to pull my cock out of your man-snatch for the rest of my life. Yea, push out on my cock baby! Let me see that pussy make love, man! Oh, goddamn you sweet male-slut. Take it!"
How I lasted under Oris' savage use of my rectum, I'll never know. I do know that I was thoroughly and utterly 'opened' by the time Oris was through claiming his ownership. He'd fucked the cum out of me, which ended up in the rubber covering my pole in Rich's hungry hole. He soon scooted out from under me.
A whoosh of air fell into my gaping hole when Oris pulled out. I instantly tried to get rid of it, and farted. More air fell into me, in its place.
"I'll help you out", Stan said and he dropped his 9" hot dog down the throat of my rectum. Instinctively I bore down on him, not at the entrance but deep inside of me, I farted, as my guts pushed air out past his shaft. They all laughed.
"Don't worry about us, Milt, we're just like you dude! It means you like us, you want us in there," Oris said.
I thought he had a lot of nerve to talk like that, until I looked over to see him squatting over Rich's 8" log that was the size of a child's fist. Oris was hard again and jacking wildly as inch by inch of that condom covered tree disappeared into his body. The guy had perfect balance, as he could jack off and play with his tits at the same time while literally force-feeding his ass 8 inches up and down on Rich's cock.
Meanwhile Stan kept long-dicking my guts. "Come on Daddy, give it to baby. Baby boy needs Daddy in his boy-pussy. Yea, big brother - stretch me wider than Oris did. Bury your bone in me so I can forever be you little brother!"
"Keep that ass sucking and farting and I'm gonna fertilize it, you fucking man-wife!" I did as I was told, and he did as he promised. It was just the beginning of our anal sex-a-thons. Sometimes we each get into a groove of just enjoying being ridden or riding, but we're all insatiable. Ain't nothing wrong with loving a little dick in the chute as long as you're not greedy and will give as good as you get.
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