campus – Grindr Fantasies

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.

‘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.

A bit rough

Oh my god. That was intense. I stumble from the bathroom in the nature building, and ruffle my hand through my hair, trying to flatten it back down.

Well, I still had no idea but I’d gotten a tidbit of information. He was brown.

I smile to myself smugly. It figures, and fits with my theory I tell everybody who will listen. Brown guys are rough and given the opportunity, will treat you like their personal fuck toy. You don’t need to breathe. Suck it up, slut.

I still have no idea who he was. Obviously we had met before – he knew what I liked. When we’d talked on Snapchat I faked my way through. Of course I remember you 😂. I pull up my spreadsheet and go back through the dates, searching for Brown. At last I find him.

2018-12-17, 19yo brown. A bit rough.

Actually, his SC has a first name and I before I can help myself, I’ve pulled up a picture of him from the school paper. Yup, that’s him. President of the student union. Not bad.

A few days later I text him, we flirt a little.

Come to my office. UCC 340.

I show up at the appointed time. It’s a non-descript hallway, with only a numbered white door. I text that I’m there and he lets me inside.

He’s in business casual and has a desk, a laptop on it and decades-old binders of student-union documents on shelves around him. I feel like I’m visiting the principal’s office. Except I’m 40 and he’s 22. What the fuck am I doing?

He stands up behind his desk, and I see his hardon through his business casual slacks. “Take your clothes off. All of them. I want you naked,” he orders.

I do so, piling them in front of the door. I nervously look at the doorknob. “Is it safe?” I ask.

“It’s locked. Don’t worry.”

I walk up to him, cold and nude, and he puts his hands on my shoulders, pressing me down. I kneel down in front of him. Suddenly, I panic. What if he’s filming this?

He grabs my head, pressing it into his crotch. “Smell it,” he says. “Do you like that, fag?”

“MMmmmm hmm” I say, my face mashed against the fabric of his pants. I open my mouth and I feel the fabric wetting in my mouth, absorbing my saliva. I take a deep breath, infused with the scent of fabric softener and it makes me hard.

He grinds into me for a minute. After a while I I look up, stare straight into his face, hook my fingers under his waistband and pull his pants down. Instantly, his brown dick, now semi-hard sticks out at me.

He grabs me by the ears to hold me steady and rams his dick against my lips. I open up and feel it slide up against my tongue, lengthening with each thrust. He fucks my mouth a while, then sits on his office chair, pulling me with him so my face is against his lap.

His legs are squeezing together more tightly now against my torso, locking me in. “You’re just where you need to be, fag.” He holds my head and he’s slamming me down, again and again. My lips are on fire, I keep curling them over my teeth. Whenever I feel my teeth scrape against his skin I think I have failed, so I curl them over, only to be slammed against his pubic bone.

His belly is moving now, almost gyrating, synchronized with his laboured breathing as he uses my mouth and throat to masturbate himself. I can no longer breathe, because I can no longer synchronize my breaths with his thrusts. I am at his mercy now, I try to disconnect my mind. Yes, you need air, but you can breathe later. Be at peace. I allow him to move me. He works my head up and down so fast my lips are burning now as they rake against the skin of his cock, and I give up trying to hold in my spit, letting it drain out down over his balls.

Nothing changes, except his thighs grip my body like a vice as I suddenly taste his sperm flooding my mouth. If I were in control, I would stop now in case he gets sensitive, but he keeps his grip on my face and mouth fucks me a minute longer until he’s done emptying himself into his toy.

Finally, he releases me and I suck in a lungful of air around his dick, and collapse there, with my ass in the air, my face in his lap, and wait as his penis softens and spills the last of his cum. I let it sit in my mouth, appreciating its taste, somewhat like chemicals – he must be a coffee drinker – before I swallow a drop.

He grabs a box of tissues from his desk, takes out a giant handful, and wipes down his balls, then offers me the box. “Thanks,” I tell him. I notice that some of them come away pink, and realize with embarrassment what must have happened. “Sorry, I think I must have bit my lip,” I tell him. “No big deal.”

Once I have my clothes back on, I bid him farewell. “Thanks for the productive meeting,” I tell him, before the door swings shut.

Strangled

“I’ve been reading your stories,” he writes.

It’s an 18 year old black guy. His profile picture has him looking up seductively from a pillow.

“Which one did you like?”

“I like them all. Can I see ur pics again?”

We met once about eight months ago. It had to be on campus, because he was between classes.

“I’m on campus could I come” he asks.

It’s almost 6pm. Those pesky janitors will start to poke around the washrooms soon. “Sure, I’m around.”

“Kk.”

I continue reading some stuff online. I get about two minutes into it when I see the message.

“I’m here. In the washroom.”

Shit. I scramble my stuff together and run to the nature building. My favourite washroom is in the basement of the nature building. It’s where I did my second ever BJ, and many since. It is usually pretty safe. But now, I can see the cleaning staff’s supply cart is already wheel out and waiting.

I knock quietly and the door opens by itself, to an empty washroom. When I walk in, he is tucked behind the door.

The youth is tall, and wearing a gray hoodie. I stare at him while I take off my coat and shirt and set them on the diaper change table. I can’t stop staring at his face. His brown skin glows with the youthfulness of a teenager, and his lips are plump and inviting. Yet he is tall and strong. I can’t believe I get to suck his cock.

His hands are large, and he unbuckles his belt with long jointed fingers. “You want me to piss in your mouth?” he asks.

He really has been reading my stories! “Sure!” I tell him, kneeling down. He lowers his black underwear and pulls out his dick, which must be 8” long, and points it down at the floor. I get down and put my mouth on it and wait.

Right away, he puts a hand under my chin and yanks my head up to look at him.

“When I’m ready, I’ll let you know.”

“Yes sir.” I kneel before him and wait obediently. In the silence, I can hear the sink dripping. I stay perfectly still, just waiting and ready to take his stream.

“It’s too hard, so just suck it,” he says.

I obey, wrapping my mouth around it and suckle it like a popsicle.

He grabs my shoulders with his large strong hands and shoves me against the wall, leaning into my mouth so much that he rests his knees against my triceps, and then he face-fucks me.

He grabs my hands in his, and places them on his butt. Then he slaps his ass with my hand. The slap echos in the bathroom, and I fear it could be heard outside the thin door. Still, when he takes his hand away, I slap him again, and squeeze his butt cheek, rolling it in my hands. In response, he shoves his dick further in my mouth.

He stands up and I stay there obediently, letting his dick plop from my mouth. In response, he grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. “Don’t stop,” he commands. “Don’t ever stop for anything.” When I nod my head, he uses his other hand to pick up his massive dick and shoves it into my mouth once again.

I comply, bobbing my head back and forth between his body and the concrete wall.

Then I feel his hands caress my shoulders. They slowly move up my neck, caressing my skin. His hands are so large they can wrap all the way around my neck with no effort. Suddenly they start to squeeze. My windpipe is being compressed by his grip. I am being strangled. I look up at him, eyes wide, and see his face. The world slows down for me. His lips move: “Don’t stop.” he mouths soundlessly. My blood is pounding in my eyes and I am afraid. My mind is racing. He digs his two thumbs painfully into the side of my windpipe. Every detail of his face is burning into my brain now. His plump lips glisten in the bathroom light. His left ear has small a gold star earring. I even notice his eyebrow hair, one errant black strand juts out longer than the others. His eyes are deep brown staring into mine with cold fascination, as he squeezes the life out of me, because nobody every let him do this before. We are intimately connected; we are aggressor and victim. I can see his thoughts and I am scared. The sound of blood rushing in my ears is deafening as he continues to squeeze.

At last he lets up and I gasp for breath, sucking in air around his dick which is even harder now. Don’t stop, I tell myself, and bob my head up and down. He reaches down my back and pulls on the back of my underwear, giving me a wedgie, as he bends forward it becomes difficult to move, my cheek is mashed up against his abs, and I struggle to flick my tongue against his giant throbbing cockhead. Still, he keeps on pulling up, and I can hear the first of many seams of my $35 pump underwear ripping. He relentlessly pulls, and I wince as I hear each stitch rip apart. I feel the fabric bunch together into a tight thin rope and it digs into my anus. My ass is exposed to the cold bathroom air now. That’s when I feel his hand slap my ass. The slap rings out in the bathroom. Again, he slaps me, five, six times, each harder than the last. I cry out in pain, but my cries are muffled against his thigh.

It just makes him hornier. He stands there before me, cock jutting into my mouth and watches while I suck him. “Slower,” he says. I slow down, almost stopping. Too slow. He grabs my head and moves it for me, showing me what he wants.

“I’m gettin’ close.”

I slow down again, obediently, almost stopping.

“No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” With that, I feel his hands reach around my neck again, his large hands closing around my windpipe. This time, as he tightens his grip, he starts to fuck my mouth. I look up, trying to see his face again, but this time he has not bothered to move his shirt, and all I can see is the thick fabric of his hoodie. The blood rushes to my ears, and I begin to notice things. The zipper of his hoodie, the gray and white fibers of this fabric, stitched into microscopic triangles. Time slows down and I can no longer breath, or move in his strong grip. His thumbs stab my throat painfully and he thrusts deeper each time. Although seconds have passed I feel like I can’t breath and I am filled with dread… I am not going to be able to take another breath until he is done with me. My eyes feel huge, like they are going to explode in their sockets. My mind circles in panic. Can he even think straight like this? What if he squeezes harder? Every sense is heightened. I can even taste the subtle saltiness of his pre-cum.

After an eternity, it happens. He grips my neck not releasing it and gasps as his cum courses through his massive penis. With each pulse, his grip slackens and soon I am gasping, sucking in life-giving air so fast I accidentally choke on his thick cum.

“Sorry about the underwear,” he says.

“That’s OK, I have lots,” I tell him. My voice is hoarse.

“Good. You better fucking write a story,” he says, and the door closes behind him.

I immediately lock it so the janitor can’t come in, and look in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot and my hair is wild. My neck has two blotches of red skin where his thumbs were. I lean over the sink and splash some water over my face, run my fingers through my hair. It has never felt so good to be alive.

Draining in the dark

“Looking now?” comes the mid-afternoon message. I was on campus, studying in the library.

“Yeah. You got a place?”

“I do, but I want you to drain me on campus.”

“Got a place in mind?”

“You tell me, you know the spots.”

Now how would he know that? I pull up his picture and zoom in. It’s a selfie, on the beach, his boyish smile above his chiseled abs. I don’t believe I’ve met him.

The messages come in quick succession. “I want you waiting for me in the dark. Wait for me naked, on your knees, lights off. Understood?”

I think that I love him. I tell him where my second favourite bathroom was, the one with the light switch. I’ll take some pictures so he knows where to go.

“I’ll be free in about 30 minutes,” he writes back.

OK. A few minutes later I scope out the place. Yes, it is in a busy hallway, but the doors lock. We have to do the trick I learned long ago. “When you get here, knock quietly and I’ll let you in.”

“Better be naked.”

I use my phone light to examine the empty bathroom. It’s spacious. I throw away a Tim Horton’s cup someone left on the sink, then I pile my clothes on the floor. No, he might trip if I leave them there. I moved them under the sink, and waited to get used to the dark. The tile is cold against my feet.

Too soon for my fluttering heart, someone very clearly knocks on the door. I get behind it and let it open. He comes in and quickly closes the door. I can’t see his face, but I know he is tall. I take my place in the corner of the room, crouching on my knees back against the two walls. Ready for him.

He lowers his pants and pulls out his cock, gives it a few strokes. It looks hard already, but as soon as I mouth it I know it’s an illusion. It’s still soft, he is just really big. I quickly and expertly suck him to hardness, and he lets out a breath as I deep throat him.

As soon as his cock leaves my throat, he starts to thrust. He leans against the two walls of the corner, and with all his weight he thrusts into me, hitting the back of my throat. Each thrust draws out more wetness, but I have learned that despite the mess it is important to keep it as lube. I used my hands to spread it around his long shaft. He must be almost 9 inches long but it’s impossible to tell in the dark.

“Sorry I didn’t shave,” he says, momentarily dropping his dom persona.

I chuckle, then have to explain: “Don’t worry, it’s so long it’s really not a problem.” I physically can’t reach his pubes with his cock jutting out of my mouth.

I take over and bob my head quickly.

“Slow down. Just enjoy the cock,” he said.

I do as instructed. I use the opportunity to explore his body with my hands. His shirt is gone and I reach up his back and let my hands glide down his firm buttocks. They are clenched together now. I let my hands slide against his skin, now goose-pimpled, feeling his thigh bones, and then down to his balls, which hang down below my chin, now thoroughly wet from my mouth. I play with them, appreciating the feeling of having my hands wrapped around another man’s precious jewels.

He starts thrusting again now, and my hands move to his butt to help push him into my face. I can smell his crotch scent with every breath

“Use your hand.” he orders.

I reach up, and grip his slippery shaft, alternately pulling and pushing on it as he thrusts into my mouth.

“Squeeze.”

“Mmmm?”

“Squeeze it hard.” he directs.

I squeeze his shaft, harder than I think is nice. I can feel his veins shifting under the skin. How can he be enjoying this? Doesn’t it hurt? I grip harder and he gasps in pleasure, his corpus spongiosum bending in my fist.

“Faster–!”

Squeezing hard, I move my hands up now, dragging his skin along his shaft as I pull and push it through my lips. It is hot as fire now.

“Ooooh yaaahhh,” he moans. “I’m cumming…”

He isn’t, but I don’t stop. A minute later, he presses forward, shoving my neck back toward the wall. His dick hits the back of my throat, and unleashes his massive load. It has nowhere to go but straight down my esophagus.

“Clean it up,” he says. Wow, deja vue.. this part is straight outta one of my stories!

I slowly suck it out, using my fingers to brush the slickness away. He is slowly drying, and I suckle his member for a few minutes more. This guy is fun. No need to rush out.

I wonder if he’s trying to go for round two. But his cock’s at 3/4 mast. I’ve already drained him. I look up, and he seems lost in thought

“Can you do anything else?” he askes me after a while.

What could he mean? He couldn’t want to fuck, could he? “That’s pretty much it.”

“Well, I read differently.”

Ahhhh…. it suddenly clicks together. He’s read my blog! I love it when I meet with fans of my blog — they know exactly what I like.

“You want some piss?” he asks me.

“Yeah!” I excitedly move into position a little lower, back still against the corner of the bathroom.

He stands above me, perfectly still, for many minutes. I’m in heaven, mouth around a cock, smelling his crotch scent as I slip out my own cock and handle it near the floor. But his monster hose will not shrink, especially with its end dangling into my mouth. I can’t help licking it, feeling its ridge with my tongue.

“I’m just on the verge…” he says. I’m not complaining. I stare up at him, but I cannot see his face, only the bottom of his rib-cage as he arcs up and looked toward the ceiling. Today I am his servant, and if he needs me for one hour I then I am prepared to stay there.

“Let me try something.” He turns around to the toilet. My eyes are used to the dim light now, and I can now see his perfectly shaped ass, that I had been feeling up for the past 20 minutes. He puts his hands above his butt, penis dangling over the toilet, mentally getting in the mood to piss.

Now he reaches over and turns on the faucet, and leaves it running. The sound of water does it. He turns his body toward me again, smiling. This time, when my mouth closes around his penis, he takes a deep breath, and a sharp tasting stream of urine squirts into my mouth up against my throat. I cough, almost choking with my lips around his cock, but don’t spill any. He smiles in satisfaction.

Mission accomplished, he quickly does up his belt and leaves me in the darkened washroom.

Study room

It’s the last day of exams at the local university. Campus is empty. I try messaging a few old friends. Unexpectedly, one responds.

This brown 20 year old guy I have met with before. He always lays back on the couch in his house, late at night, watching reruns of friends on TV, with me between his legs, servicing his thick cut cock. Today, he’s interested in trying something different.

“I have this fantasy of having my bulge grabbed and dick sucked while I’m working. You think that’s possible?”

“Yeah! That’s a great fantasy!”

I would be happy to.

He gives me instructions on how to get to the Dr. Aldrich Whitacker building which is beside the library. I quickly walk over, and find that campus is not so empty after all. Lots of people are here. I wait in the vestibule of the large building of classrooms. He’s already waiting for me, though, and opens the door for me. He starts to walk down the hall and I follow

Just then a young woman spots us. “Hey,” she greets him.

“Oh hi,” he replies. They talk about some project they are doing while I pretend to look at the bulletin board. Nothing but outdated posters for stuff that has already happened.

Finally they finish and we continue down the hall, round a corner to what I think is his office. He punches in a keycode, opens the door and we enter.

Only it’s not an office. It’s a huge study room, with many tables and copious power and USB outlets for studying on laptops. The entire wall is a window and I can see the trees outside, now barren and the light dusting of snow on the ground. Fortunately, it looks out on a courtyard that is now empty.

He makes his way to the corner of the room where his laptop is open and plunks down in the plastic office chair. He’s in the middle of writing something in Word.

I get down on my knees beside him, as he works on his paper. He helpfully spreads his legs for me, so I’m able to reach in and massage him through his dark jeans. I feel his hardness, and I already know what’s under there. The jeans are just in the way. But I am nervous. I look at the door, and stop, scanning the room. I see something in the corner near the ceiling.

“It’s alright, there’s no cameras here.” he says, reading my mind.

“Oh right, it’s just the light sensor,” I exclaim. Still, I can’t help feeling that any moment anyone could walk in through the door. This is not the small office I’d pictured. In the wide open space, there is nowhere to hide, and nothing to get behind.

But plainly, the danger is only turning him on more, as I can see the tent in his pants. He undoes his belt for me, and helpfully lifts his bum as I slide off his jeans down his thigh.

Ah yeah, there it is. The cut cock juts sideways toward me, but his eyes are still transfixed on his work. He moves the mouse, clicking.

The only way out of this is to move quickly, before anyone sees us. I reach down and slurp up his cock. I have received tips before from this guy. He’s cut high and tight. Use lots of saliva, or he chaffs. I stare down his length, and see the recently shaved pubes. They are thick and black, and rasp against my lips like a stiff brush. My lips are going to be raw after this, just like the other times.

Soon, his dick is sufficiently wet and I work my magic on him. There is something to be said for repeat hookups — you get to know what works. Soon, he gets increasingly bothered and is unable to continue working. He slides down the chair, unconsciously jerking his thighs as he feels the mounting pleasure of my mouth. A moment later, he thrusts up and silently gushes into my mouth, and I eagerly suck it all in and swallow.

I leave him to clean up. Ten seconds later, I’m out of there, nonchalantly going down the hall. Seeing my reflection in the bulletin board, I stop and smooth my hair down so it doesn’t look like there are two giant handprints in my hair.