THE TEA ROOM
By
Encolpius
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Governor's Honors is a summer program for rising seniors in high school. I was only 16 and I was there for English. 16 and virginal. Recently, at work, our receptionist was talking about her son, who is 16 and has had a girlfriend since middle school. She wondered out loud if he was still "innocent", I assured her that he might not be having sex (he's having sex) but he is defintiely not innocent. No teenaged boy is. They have the most deliciously dirty thoughts, especially as they abuse themselves to crank out a hot steamy load. I was that kind of 16 year old. I was a jerk off freak.
GHP was housed on a college campus. It was hot and humid with still air all day until the clouds gathered and then the wind started as the lightning flashed and the thunder sounded. No matter how impressive the cloud, it didn't always mean rain but, if it did, it would pour for 15 or 20 minutes tthen die away. The rest of the college life went on as if we weren't there. We were a group unto ourselves to a certain degree. . There were people living in the dorms and classes going on despite our presence in their space.
The bathroom on the first floor of the library was kind of out of the way. You enter on the second floor and the bulk of the research work would be done on the third floor. Only the literature, language, art or music students would be on the first floor. One bathroom was tucked away near the central staircase but behind it and not in a well traveled space. I really didn't pay any attention to that. I needed to take a dump. So, I went in, an empty restroom, and went to the furtherest stall. There was a hole gouged out of the metal wall separating the stalls. It was at waist height. I settled in on the john and read the graffiti.
"I need GHP dick" one said. "Sunday 10 pm this stall"
I noted that one. I felt the electricity in my crotch. There was other sexual graffiti in the stall and that's when I figured out why the hole was there. Somebody had went to the trouble of gouging it out and then lined it with duct tape. I wondered how long it would last before somebody did something about it to plug it up. But I fantasized about the dicks that got sucked until they did.
Sunday at 10 pm. And it was Thursday. I wasn't planning to see if that was a real thing or not. Maybe it was old. He probably wouldn't show even if I came. Not that I would. But Thursday night, I thought about it as I tried to jack off quietly. I didn't want my roommate to know what I was doing. I had a little privacy to crank out a load Friday but Saturday I went to the back stall of the bathroom in our dorm to do my business. Again the furtherest stall. There was graffiti there too. It said "GHP need good head? 1st floor library bathroom 10 pm" I was convinced that was new. Put there this week. I decided I'd check it out.
Then I started chickening out. All day Sunday I was trying to talk myself out of it. I wasn't going to do it. But my roommate had a girlfriend, a summer camp kind of romace, and they didn't exactly indicate that they wanted me to leave but they wanted me to leave. So I did. But it was nearly 10 pm on Sunday and curfew is 11 and there literally was not any place to go on campus exept the library or the Student Union. I went to the library. In on the second floo and then down the main staircase to the ground floor. I didn't have to turn the corner and go down the short hall to the men's bathroom. I didn't. I could have sat in the reading lounge area that was right there, found a book or something. I didn't have to. But I did.
There were three toilet stalls. The far one had the door closed but not locked, partially open. I went in the middle stall. I could tell that there was a person in the stall next to me. I sat down on the toilet, still clothed, unsure what to do. Nervous as hell. Then he stuck two fingers through the hole and moved them back and forth along the lower rim of the hole. I knew what he wanted. I stood up and undid my shorts and stood in front and put my half hard penis throught the hole.
His mouth went on it.
I stiffened quickly. The warm wetnes of his mouth went around my cock, the roughness of his tongue working it. The suction of it. It felt more amazing than anything I had ever felt in my whole life. Simply the greatest thing ever. I had to sigh. I knew I would want to do this as many times as possible. His tongue worked the head of my cut cock and the flicking of his tongue on the bit of tissue just below the urethra almost sent me into orbit. He took me all the way down and slowly came off of it, nice and slow, working his tongue the whole time. I was so hard. It felt so good. He was loving on it.
Then he stopped. "Come here" he said.
I pulled my dick out of the hole and stuffed it into my shorts and moved to the other stall. He was ssitting on the toilet. He was a man. A thick bit of scruff and brown curly hair. Not super fit and definitely not the lean, almost sknny boy that I was.
"GHP?"
"Yeah" i answered. "English" I instantly regretted giving that info.
"Cool. Let's see" I undid my shorts and took out my dick. He smiled. "Damn, you got a fat one kid"
He took me down again, me standing in front of him and him on the toilet. He tugged at his crotch as he blew me. He worked my dick. He sucked on my balls. He knew what he was doing. I pulled my pants down further for easier access. He tugged on my balls and took me down deep. I was anxious somebody would come in and find out what we were doing but I couldn't walk away from the blow job. I couldn't and I wouldn't. I just stood there and let him work me over, listening intently for the door to open so I could pull my pants up. Of course, it would be pointless. We are two guys in a toilet stall and he has his pants down around his ankles stroking his hard dick as he polishes mine.
"Don't worry" he said, sensing my amxety "anybody wanting to come in is going to want to join in"
I exhaled. Maybe he was right. Besides it felt good. And when he went back to it, I didn't want him to stop. He took it all the way down, all the way to the root. He used his lips and the suction and his tongue and his hand. I had to breath hard. Moan a bit. Groan a bit. Enjoy it. He tugged on m balls and I gasped. Then I gasped again when he sucked on them. God. Who knew? I pushed my dick down his throat, bucking my hips, driving it down and back. I needed to, I had to. The need was overpowering.
The door opened.
I panicked. I made a start, trying to pull my pants up, push him away,. make my escape. I couldn't. The door slammed to and I was still trying to get myself together as my new lover backed away, surprised I guess at how startled I was. The guy that came and planted himself outside the open stall, that in my panic I hadn't closed, was another hot college dude, brown haired and broad shouldered, in sweat pants.
"I just came by to see if there's any action and there is" the guy said. "Some GHP dick"
He pulled his rod out from inside his sweat pants. He wasn't hard but it was fat and beautful. He slipped it out and stood in the doorway. My sucker went for it and so did I. Want that fat college dick. He sucked him hard and then he gave way and let me have a go at it. I choked when it got down deep in my throat. I gave as good a blow job as I could. I'd seen blowjobs on porn, of course, even if I didn't have much experience. And I was enthusiastic. He moaned and moaned and put his hand on my hair, rubbing my head with affecton as I worshipped his dick. The other guy took over and took him balls deep and I watched him doing, trying to learn how to be a queer.
I stroked my own hard cock and the other guy did his too as we went back and forth on that fine dick. The other guy took being face fucked better than me - I gagged- but the guy we were sucking was greedy and hot and he wanted it. Me and him, we were willing. I tugged on his full, thick balls as I sucked on his long, thick, veiny cock. I watched and stroked as the guy buried it in the other guys mouth.
I moved to get back on it, trying to take him deep, use my tongue to do it. Then he began to gasp and groan and then held my mouth down on it, pushing himself deeper down my throat until he could only pant and groan. Then I felt his dick twitch and spasm in my mouth and I tasted his warm, salty load. I had swallowed my first cum. I was proud too. Not grossed out at all.
"Thanks, guys. I needed that" he said, putting his dick back in his sweat pants.
So there we were, two giuys in a bathroom, queer and hard. I looked at him and he looked good and that hard dick looked good. But I didn't know where this was leading.
"Fuck me" he said, pulling out a bottle of Astroglide out of his pocket.
He stood up and faced the wall. He took his pants off and get his legs apart. I slathered lube over my cock, generously. I knew enough to get some lube in his hole. I had to crouch down a little to get the angle but then I pushed it into his hole through the sphincter. I was rough, I guess. He grunted. Not in pleasure, in pain. But he didn't stop me and I rammed it all the way in. It wasn't nearly as tight as I had read or heard people say or I thought or whatever. But my hard disk is in a guy's ass and that is totaly cool. Skin on skin. He's getting him some GHP dick and I am getting me some college ass. Sweet.
"Fuck me" he whispered.
I flexed and moved back and forth. I rammed it in. I grabbed him by the hips and pumped his ass. He reached down and stroked himself as I did and I thought that was cool. Somewhere in my horniness I thought him getting off too would be a good thing. And knowing that was what I was doing was cool. A point of pride, you know. I fucked him. Gruntng, hard strokes in and out, short stabbing stroked. The stall wall creaked a bit as our two bodies slammed together with the wall as support. I drove my hard dick into him.
It felt amazing. I grabbed him and fucked as hard as I could. Like a wildman. Like someone who didn't care anymore. I pounded him and then I could feel it. The pressure building. It was too hard, too hot, too fast. I was going to cum. In a second it would be too late to stop and I wasn't going to stop. I fucked him still. The pressure and the sensation growing. Soon. I fucked him. I pounded him. Soon. I fucked.
"Oh, God! I'm going to cum!" I called out
He didn't blink. I rammed it in and unloaded. I let my dick twitch adn let it drain out all the cum in it. Then I pulled out, dripping a bit of cum on the floor.
"I'll be here next Sunday, same time, stud" he said
"Cool" I answered.
They said Gvernor's Honors would be an educational experience.