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.

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“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. 

A messy student room

‘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.

Takuya

Takuya. He looks kind of the character from Heros whom I had a major crush on. Only with better abs.

He’s been in Canada only a few weeks, and he returns to Japan next year. Small talk is impossible. He asks me to repeat myself three times when I comment on the weather. In my hotel room, we smile at each other and he politely strips for me. His cock is thick as bratwurst and his glans seems to be ready to bust out of its foreskin. I drop on my knees in front of him, and start to lick his balls. I grab his hands and place them on my head. He gasps at every motion I make, so it’s clear I have to take it easy. I take my time working my way to the tip, and when I swallow him he sighs appreciatively, and sits shifts to sit down on the bed.

Despite the initial gasps, nothing is really happening. I do enjoy looking up his fat-free abdomen. Never mind abs, I can see every supple curve carved out of his obliques. They shift when he moves like a milk chocolate sheet of satin. He motions for me to come up to him, so I do, and then he parts his lips and we kiss.

A kiss is hit and miss with me. With Takuya, it feels right, and my cock stirs in my briefs. I run my hands over his hard body and I squeeze his ass. We tumble playfully, and I end up on top of him, fighting a hot tongue war, while he wrenches down my underwear.

We tumble again and now he slowly kisses his way down my belly to my crotch. He looks up at me questioningly. “Is OK?” He asks.

I nod. “Yes, please suck,” I tell him. It is rare that I allow someone to return the favour. I simply get more pleasure out of giving. But I was beginning to wonder if it was a cultural issue. Perhaps he could not allow himself to cum until he had pleased his host.

But – oh yes, this is nice – it has been ages since I’ve been in such softness. His mouth feels so good, I can’t resist thrusting a little. He gurgles and gags, valiantly trying to please me.

When he looks up, I ask him, very clearly enunciating the words, “Do you like cum in your mouth?”

“Yes cum. I swallow.”

“How about we 69? OK?” I spin around in the bed. He smiles in agreement, then lowers his head and upside-down kisses my lips again. After more making out, he climbs up on top of me and his thick cock hangs over my face. I crane my head back and suck it.

He is sucking my dick, gagging and gurgling. I am very pleased to have his dick in my throat, but he is not really doing anything with it, and from the bottom, there isn’t much you can do if he’s not thrusting. I massage his cute balls, silky soft ping pong sized, the palm of my hand, and run my fingers along the plasticy smooth wrinkles of his anus.

I think he really wants me to cum first, so I resolve to oblige. At the next opportunity, I spin around again, then paw his head down to my cock. I moan and thrust, and not hurrying at all, enjoy the feeling of his mouth on my cock. I run my hands through his spiky black hair. I love watching him, sucking so hard he’s fishy faced. I raise my knees up on either side of his ears, and face fuck him.

My legs fall away and I mash my crotch up into him, curling my toes as I feel myself cumming. He swallows it all, licks his lips and smiles at me.

“Thank-you,” I tell him. When he stands up, I’m afraid he might leave, so I tell him, very clearly, “Now it’s your turn.”

He smiles and lays back down on the bed, and I flop down between his legs, resting on my belly. When I get my mouth around his dickm I immediately I notice the difference. He has satisfied his host, and now it seems he is ready to take the pleasure that I offer him. I move my head up and down, and he slowly bucks his hips. He brings his legs closer together, as every muscle tenses.

“I cum now,” he informs me, and I feel a flood fill my mouth. This load is huge, and keeps coming in waves, even dwarfing my encounter on Monday. It is delicious, and as I’ve never had so much before, I notice that it burns slightly when served in such quantities. Finally, he shudders and orgasm stops, and I let him pop out of my mouth with a slurp, and swallow his thick load. It goes down and tingles like fire in my throat.

I get up and start to look for my underwear. But I hear him call. He’s still laying there, hand around his cock. He motions to me with two fingers, bringing them to his mouth. “Kiss,” he says. “More. K-Kiss now?”

I grin at him. Sure. I leap onto the bed beside him, reach around, and bring my lips down to his. His kiss is electrifying, so soft and wet, I am happy to keep going as long as we can. I press down, move more of my body over his, stealing his lips for my pleasure.

Thats when I feel the first spurt hit my elbow. I look down in shock and see another missle, white as cream and thick as honey, shoot from his cock, as he pumps it furiously between his thumb and forefingers.

Immediately, I move down to it. His knuckles bang against my chin as I bring my lips over to his slit and suck in air, as if using a drinking fountain. I see waves of tension release as an orgasm again rips through his body, and I do my best to capture as much as I can through my lips as his pleasure slowly dies down. At last, he releases the head to me, and I suckle it slowly, as much as I dare, before his sensitivity sets in.

“You like?” he laughs.

I look up at him. “Yes. Yes I like!”

He lovingly brushes his finger against my cheek, mopping up a quivering glob of his seed, and holds it out for me to lick.

In a moment, we are embraced again, kissing, sharing the taste of him. Our bodies press together and we tumble in the bed, entwined with the pure pleasure of release.

After he’s showered and dressed, he points to the corner of my hotel room and tells me, “I move in here tomorrow.”

“Oh, really?” I say, smile faltering. I’m going to have to bolt my door when he leaves. I didn’t think my blowjobs were that good.

He cocks his head a little more, looks around, as if trying to find the words, and points to the wall. “K– Queen street. I moving to Queen street tomorrow.” He smiles at me.

Well, that’s a relief. “If I’m ever in town again, I’ll look you up!”

The Lost Stories: In Sync

I pull up to this guy’s house on a well-to-do crescent and park right in front of his house, because he didn’t tell me otherwise. If the neighbours are watching, I could be anybody. Maybe I’m selling insurance.

I’m here for sex.

He answers the door. He’s 5ft tall, tan skinned, with jet-black short curly hair in a receding hairline. Like me, he’s in his mid-thirties. Middle eastern? Brazilian maybe? I dunno. I’m bad at this. All I know is that I feel safe to have my wallet in my pocket, because if he terrorist-bombs me it won’t matter anyway. We greet each other and I walk into his beautiful foyer, with its white stone tiles. A marble table holds up family photo. Him and his two young girls, all of them embracing his beaming wife. Today, the wife and daughters are away visiting family in her home country. They’re gone long enough that his kids are attending school there. In the meantime, he’s taking full advantage.

Yeah, we chatted a little before this.

“Would you like a beer? Pop?” he asks me.

“Um, no thanks, I’m good.” I drop my coat on top of my shoes by the door. It took 40 minutes to drive here, and the Rush, the Evil Thing inside me that propels me, is subsiding. But I can’t back out now. “Can I use your washroom?”

He smiles and leads me upstairs, into his giant master bedroom. It’s dominated by his king-sized bed, neatly made with a gray comforter. It even has the extra little pillows on it. My god, the one time my wife was gone for a few days, our bed got to be so full of crap that I slept on the couch.

I piss in his spacious bathroom, and carefully wash my hands. I dry my dick off in his face towel.

When I emerge, he’s lying on the bed in his boxers, seductively. On the 60″ flatscreen in the corner, a grunting muscle-man pounds his manhood into a young twink, who emits moans of ecstasy. Maybe pain.

He invites me to lay down beside him. I strip down to my underwear, and sink into the luxurious pillow-top mattress. I’ve got to get one of these someday. It’s so relaxing. He reaches over and rubs my pecs, massages my belly. By the time he gets down there, my boner presses against the fabric of my SAXX briefs.

Soon we’re both naked. I’m not disappointed. I usually only see guys in their 20s, but I made an exception today when he sent a photo of his 8” uncut dick. From the neck down, he’s miraculously lean and shaved smooth as any twink, and he sits, eyes locked on my own penis, slowly stroking his own shaft. I reach over and soon we’re both feeling each other. Temptation sets in. We move in closer, and soon our dicks are touching, rubbing, oozing wetness and spreading it around on our cock heads.

He presses forward and I fall onto my back under him. I can smell his hot breath and we explore each other. I run my hands down his back and squeeze his ass. His tan skin is smoother than his silk sheets, hairless everywhere. He moves down my body slowly, breathing in my scent, and then I feel my penis slide into the hot wet softness between his lips. He sucks me slowly, and I moan and gasp for him. I know what I like so I do the same for him. I grab his head and hold him there and make him worship me. But the pressure builds in my balls. They ache for release, so I stop him.

“It’s your turn,” I tell him. He grins and flips over onto his back. I get on top of him in the 69 position, and inhale his smooth cock. I push down like a snake gorging itself on an unlucky meal. My oesophagus is full, stretched open. I feel like retching, but I tell myself not to. It works. Instead, I swallow more, massaging this massive thing in my throat.

“Oh my god,” he says in surprise. He grabs my body and we flip. I’m on my back again, staring up at his perineum. He slowly fucks my face, plunging down further and further while he sucks on my balls. I reach down and prop up my dick, and he quickly gets the idea and slurps it up again.

On the TV, another muscle man fucks another twink, going through the same dance as before. This one likes it more; he keeps shouting “Harder!” as he receives his pounding.

As far as I know, 69 is usually just a warm up. But for me it’s ecstasy. Sucking and being sucked, sharing the same sensations, the wordless feedback between two bodies and minds. I can keep it going as long as I want, but the after a few minutes the time seems right for it to end.

I swing my knee up and we flip once again, and I’m pressing into his mouth. I feel the pressure build from deep inside me, and I start to fuck. The twink on TV is getting shredded now, his moans reduced to high pitched barks of pain. I’m can’t control it anymore. I plunge in, thrusting wildly until I spasm and pump out a dozen shots right down his throat. Suddenly feeling heavy, I press down with my weight, squeeze his curly hair between my thighs and make him eat it all. I pull out slowly so he can suck me clean.

His penis has been lodged in my throat the whole time. When I lift off I see his shrinking down already, a tiny drop of white glistens at the tip. Shit, we came at the same fucking time and I didn’t even notice.

“That was a lot,” he says, wiping his chin with his wrist.

“Sorry,” I lie.

“No, it was good,” he says, grinning. He taps the pillow. “Lie down, stay awhile.”

I lay back. It’s nice, but the Evil thing is gone now, and I can’t relax. I stare at the ceiling, and we chat about our kids, our wives, and our lives. He had a long term thing going with a guy, but they had to break it off recently. The other man was starting to get too serious, buying clothes and gifts for him that were making it difficult to hide.

“I love her with all my heart, but you can’t get this,” he tells me, waving at my cock.

Yeah. I know.