Quick escape

“Can I help you?” the woman asks, as I hover near the bathroom trying to take a picture of the door.

“I’m good, thanks,” I say, face turning beet red. She harrumphs as I go into the bathroom to escape her.

I’m in the arts building, second floor, amid a maze of hallways and administrative offices. I’ve been trying to track down this 19yo student. For the past 15 minutes I’ve been wandering around, trying to figure out where he is, sending him pictures of where I am and getting back directions. It would help if there weren’t four arts wings.

“I’m at the elevator, near the bathroom,” he texts.

“I’m in a bathroom,” I text back, and step back waiting for the door to open.

He comes in with his backpack. He’s hot. Caucasian, with spiked hair, glasses, and an attempt at a beard, he strides in and smiles. I motion for us to go to the one stall in the bathroom. It’s risky here, but he said he’d seen only about three students on the whole floor. 

It’s exam time, that magical time when all the guys are stressed and horny. Moreover, roommates are moving out, leaving them suddenly able to host too. This guy, Trey, has an exam at three o’clock, two hours from now, so we will probably be quick.

We squeeze into the stall and place our backpacks around the sides. I sit down on the toilet and it automatically flushes, sending a cool mist onto the back of my jeans. 

Trey pulls down his jeans and pops out his thick cut cock. My eyes widen as I look up to him and he smiles. I lean over and slowly lick it, and hear him gasp. I let it slip past my lips into my mouth, then reach around and grasp his warm buttocks, pulling him toward me. My nose is buried in his pubes and I can smell his fabric softener. His hand reaches down and I let him grip himself again while I lick his balls.

He’s stroking himself furiously and I keep licking his nuts, but nothing is happening. “Its cause I’m used to laying down,” he says. “Can you come to my place? Its just across the road.”

Sure I can. We step out of the stall and he washes his hands. Are you okay with us walking together? I ask.

“Of course,” he says. “But we should probably go out separately.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs.” I move to the door, but it opens and a bald man in a golf shirt walks in. I nod to the man and walk out, and take the elevator down and wait by the door.

Soon, we are walking together. “I’m sorry about this,” he says.

“No worries. It’s actually more exciting this way. You know, all of this is part of the adventure. It’s why I do this.” The other students don’t pay much attention to us as we cross the street. His house is old, one of the few that has not been knocked down for student apartments. It probably won’t be there next year. He goes in first to check for roommates and I wait outside. 

Finally he opens the door for me and I take my shoes off and leave them at the base of the steps. “There’s no-one else here,” he says. “We can be as loud as we want.” He leads me through the kitchen to the hallway. One room, not his, has an open door, and the room is empty and the mattress stripped. A roommate already moved out. We continue into his room, the smallest one. The floor is littered with clothes, and there are $100 headphones and a Macbook on the ground beside my feet. 

‘Yeah its messy,” he says, as he takes off his shirt and pants. I do the same, stripping down to my underwear, and piling my clothes on the laptop, as there is no other open space. Hes in bed, waiting, and I get in beside him. Immediately, he places his lips on mine and I close my eyes as I feel his tongue searching my mouth. Soon we are deep in an open-mouthed kiss and I feel the bed vibrating as he jerks his thick cock. He presses against my head and I take the hint and move down to it, finally sucking it into my mouth. I hear him gasp and I hold my breath and suck on it the way he likes. 

Suddenly we hear a female voice, on the other side of the door and his whole body tenses.

“Yeah,” he shouts. “Just a minute, I was just napping.” We both spring out of bed.

“Sorry they weren’t supposed to be here!” he says, quickly pulling on his pants again. 

“No worries,” I tell him. I quickly look around, then I get into the closet.

I hear him open the door. He talks for a moment, then closes it. Sensing it is safe, I step out again.

He looks down at the package in his hands. “I don’t even know what this is.”

I watch as he rips open the package. “Oh, that’s it. Makes sense.” It’s a box, a pair of ear pads for his headphones. He throws them on the bed and then looks up at me. “We have to be quiet now,” he says. “I’m not supposed to have anyone over, and her mom is here. Fuck.”

“OK. I can be quiet,” I whisper. He gets back onto the bed, sitting up and spreads his legs open. I kneel down. Its soft now, but as I suck I feel him spring to life.

“I want to suck you too,” he says.

“Not necessary,” I tell him.

“I know. But I want to. It’ll help.”

I quickly slide off my PUMP underwear (Varsity Free-fit boxer, $24) and toss them onto the floor.

He taps me, impatiently. “Bring your knees over here,” he says. 

I straddle his face, and I feel the warm wetness engulf me. From this angle, I can bounce the bed, making the springs do the work and soon I have his pelvis bouncing on its own, making him fuck my mouth. At the same time, I feel him stroking my dick, pulling me downwards, so I oblige and plunge my dick into his soft, welcoming mouth.

As soon as I do this, I hear him gasping, so I bounce him and face-fuck him harder. I feel his lips close against my dick, sucking me, as he tries to stifle his moans.

“I gah—” I hear him stutter as I plunge my dick further into his mouth, bouncing the bed-springs faster, letting the bed force him in and out of my suction filled mouth.

Did I taste it?

I slow down, just in case. Yup, his cock is starting to deflate now, and I stop moving, letting it spew out the last of his cum on its own into my waiting mouth. Finally, I swallow it and lick my lips, then spin myself around so I’m on top of him. I liked his kisses, so I lower my face toward him and see his eyes go wide.

“Are you gonna–” he says. 

“What?” I stop immediately.

“I don’t like the taste of it,” he says.

I smile at him. “No problem. I had fun,” I tell him.

He gets up and we quickly get dressed. “I didn’t expect her mom to be here. If she finds out there’s another guy here, she’s gonna kill me,” he says.

“Why don’t you check if the coast is clear?”

He nods, and leaves the doors slightly open. I watch as he slowly walks down the hallway and through the kitchen. He looks back at me and I wait for him to give the OK signal. Instead, he turns and disappears down the stairs. 

When he comes back to the room, he closes the door again. “I’m sorry. They’re in the driveway.”

“Alright. We can wait a bit,” I say softly. I look over at the window. It is made of wood and looks like it hasn’t been open in decades. I can see the grass, one story below.

He sees me looking and brightens. “We have a fire escape!” he exclaims. He turns and rushes from the room, beckoning me to follow. A door in the kitchen leads to a dark staircase going up. “It leads to the roof, and then the backyard,” he says.

“I just need my shoes…” I say, gazing at where I came in. He takes a deep breath, and then goes down the stairs. At the bottom, he crouches down below the window in the door, comes back up with my shoes.

“Thanks,” I tell him,  bending down to put them on.

“Oooohhhh,” he sighs. “I forgot, you can just take this back door.”  He pushes aside the kitchen table, revealing a door. He tugs on it and there is a ripping sound as the paint loosens, and then we feel the cool air from the outside. 

“That’s a relief,” I say. There are stairs leading to the backyard, which is not fenced and opens out onto a park, and the university’s football field.

“Sorry again,” he says. “She wasn’t supposed to be home today.”

“Don’t worry. It’s all part of the adventure.” With that, I walk straight out the door, down the steps and out of the backyard. 

I suck his dick again the next day.