(There is a picture in the original copy of this text which breaks the first part I just sent from this one. My apologies for the the first submission not being full. This one holds the full piece as should be published on nifty provided it meets the formatting requirements etc. Thank you!)
I had just gotten back to the Wisconsin campus from a trip to Florida. It was fucking cold again but on the plus side I couldn't stop looking at how sexy my tan was. Every time I was in front of a mirror I pulled up my shirt and tugged down on my pants to see where the smooth toned curves of my torso ended and the white Wisconsin winter of my Speedo line began. As I walked into the student center to use the pisser, just ahead of me walked in the slender boy with the striped back pack. We had made eye contact on occasion throughout the campus. He would catch me doing a full scan from top to bottom. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me from below when I ascended the stairs. Now, he was heading toward the bathroom too, but walked slower. His black hair shaded his eyes and his brown leather belt rode just above his plump twink ass. I wonder if he was always this proper? Where was the little dip on his backside which separated his back from the entrance to his tight hole?
I hurried in front of him and caught his hazel eyes. He ducked a bit and I smirked. He slowed down even more when he realized we were going to the same place for the same reason. Or were we? There was a mirror in there and I knew I would have to check myself out again. I got in and I scurried to a stall. I wanted to use the urinal but if I used the stall it would be easier to corner him on his way out. The urinal was on the other side. He walked in just as the stall door closed. I heard a click and wondered if he had locked the door. When I unzipped and let my piss flow, I made a small moan to grab his attention. Get him curious or maybe aroused or just plain old weirded out. All I know is I wanted him to think about me holding my dick and moaning. So I made another grunt as the last bit of dribbles left me.
When I turned around and opened the stall door I peeked at the mirror. I couldn't believe it. His pants were around his ankles and he had his face turned back towards me. His small lips were gaped with a small smirk. I looked down to his crotch to see him stroking his semi-hard cock. It only filled one of his hands and it looked like he needed a little help.
Just as I started to move forward and drop down he said in a thick deep voice, "That's what I thought dirty boy." He grinned and took his shirt off. I rubbed my cock warmed hands down his smooth ribs bringing them in toward his thick crotch. I pulled his briefs down and dipped down to my knees to wrap my mouth around his dripping hard dick.
"How does that taste naughty boy?" He started humping my mouth driving his dick deep in my throat. I didn't choke, I took every thrust willingly.
I jerked off as I sucked him but that isn't what I wanted to do after long. I had rubbed my hand on his backside and drew my fingers through his smooth hairless crack. I pressed my middle finger into his boy pussy and his cock grew bigger. This time I did choke a bit. He withdrew immediately and leaned up against the wall. He had stepped out of his pile around his ankles.
"Looks like I found a bottom boy."
"Shut up and fuck me." he said back.
I grabbed a condom off the bathroom sink, and slipped it on. I wrapped my arms around his chest allowing my face to rest on the back of his neck. I pinched his nipples. He jumped back a little which put his ass right into my crotch. I thrust myself into him and he let out a cute whimper. A whimper which sent me into riding his ass hard. My balls slapping his body right above his sack, my hands gripped his hair, and my ass commanding and conquering every, last, fuck. Until I came and panting like an animal withdrew, both our bodies dripping in hot sweat and wild spontaneity.
"Ready to finish me off now?" he said as he turned around. He placed his hand on my head and pushed me down. I opened my lips and he shoved himself all the way to the back of my throat. He fucked my face until I felt a hot trickle of cum drip down into my throat. It was perfect, after the plane ride I was a bit hungry anyways.
We got dressed and as I went to open the handle I noticed it wasn't locked.
"You didn't lock the door you fucker?"
"Nor did you, Mr. I'm a top."
"I thought I heard a click when you came in."
"No, that was my belt you always pause on when you check me out."