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Tea anyone? Tea anyone? Having grown up in a small mid-western town, my experience sexually was anything but exciting. To say the least, it was pretty boring. As a teen, I had the usual experiences of finding my dad’s stash of “Playboys” and even an occasional hardcore porno mag. I would do what ever red blooded boy would do, sneak them off to the bathroom and study every detail and stroke my rock hard piece of boy meat until I would finally explode sending cum everywhere. If my parents were gone, I might manage to complete this cycle 4 or 5 times. But that was then. You know, I knew nothing about being gay before college. I had one experience when I was 17 with my cousin where we played with each others cocks, but that was it. (I will save that for another time) College was a wonderful time for me. I really enjoyed going to school. Life on the dorm was also good. I had a girl friend and the sex was pretty good, but I found myself looking at other guys cocks. Once in a while I would even be caught, but would quickly try and change the focus with friendly small talk. One afternoon between classes, mother nature called. My class was in one of the older buildings on campus. I headed to the basement, where the men's room was located and opened the nearest available stall. I was surprised to see the place was pretty busy, but my mind was preoccupied with the impending biological function. Taking my seat, I took notice of some of the art work left on the walls of my stall. Soon I noticed a hand reaching under the wall of the stall. I had no idea what or why. I became a bit uncomfortable but came to the conclusion that he needed some toilet paper, so I rolled up a section and handed it to him and he took it. I thought that was the end of it, until his hand returned with a note written on a section of the TP. It read “Suck? By this point, I was starting to get the picture of what went on in the bathroom and why it was so busy. I took the note and before I could respond, the guy in the next stall was on his knees, putting his cock under the stall wall. It was a nice cock, already hard, that curved up. I don’t know why I did it, but I reached down and touched it. Much like the time with my cousin when I was 17 and began to stroke it up and down. I could really tell he was enjoying what I was doing and then suddenly he retreated and was again sitting on his stool. Again he reached under the stall. I knew at this point it must be my turn. Following his lead, I lowered myself to my knees. Like me, he stroked my cock and then it happened. I could feel the warm wetness of his mouth on my cock. This guy was good. My girl friend had kissed my cock, but nothing like this. It wasn’t long before I could feel the cum welling up in me. I announced that I was going to cum. I heard snickering from one of the other stalls and I exploded in his mouth, sending what felt like gallons of cum into his eager mouth. At that point, I had no idea what had happened. I cleaned myself up, and left the bathroom. Later that night, as I was with my girlfriend, she could tell that I was not myself, and I wasn’t. A whole new world had been opened up to me. Not sure what it meant except that I knew that I would be spending more time in that bathroom to figure it out. |
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