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When he messages, I get excited. This guy never responds unless he is free. Tonight, he is on campus.

First session

I first met him almost a year ago. The shy, 22 year old student from Taiwan invited me over one morning in late April. All of his roommates has already moved out, so he had the place free.

“I’m very sensitive,” he warned me, as he sat on the bed and I knelt before him. His small cock was mouth sized, and I couldn’t resist playing with it with my tongue. In seconds, he gasped and his penis erupted in delicious mouthful of load.

“Wow you weren’t kidding. Next time I’ll go slower,” I told him as I stood up to leave. But he moved away shortly after.

Second session

We would not meet again until September. He had upgraded accommodations, with hardwood floors and a white leather couch in the spacious living room. While he was in the kitchen getting me a bottle of Dasani, I played with my phone. When he got back, I threw it down on the glass coffee table. The stopwatch flicking by second. “We’re going to go at least five minutes,” I told him.

“Ok.” he said. This time he had his laptop beside him. While he was distracted finding porn, it became easier to make him last. I danced my tongue around his balls and the side of his cock, never near the head, and never wrapping my lips around it entirely.

After barely a minute went by, his face contorted. “Uhh.. uh!” I immediately stopped and watched him. People that cum quickly have an incredible ability. He clenched every muscle of his body, and with great effort, heaved a sigh, having held back his orgasm through willpower alone.

“Very good!” I waved toward the counting digits on my phone. “We’re almost there.” Still, I focused lower down his nuts, until he shifted his ass off the leather couch up at me, allowing me to lick him while he watched his porn.

When the timer beeped, he almost jumped up in surprise. I reached behind me to stop it, while still gazing up at him. “Amazing job, see you made it!” I told him. Then I slurped up his penis, massaging it with my tongue. He gave a shocked high pitch yelp. He dug his elbows into the couch cushion and gasped, bucking his hips only three times before ejaculating his thick pent-up load into my tongue. It filled my mouth enough to slosh around, and I knew that I had a new favourite person.

Final exam

So yeah, I’m pretty excited to see him again as I walk down the hallway of the nature building at the University. A man in a cleaning uniform pushes a floor sweeping machine across the shiny linoleum. I wait for him to turn the corner before I knock on the door of the tutorial centre.

At night, the main lights are off, and six half-cubicles line the walls. My host ushers me inside. “My friend left. We should be alone, “ he says. He looks around furtively, then rolls a second chair over to the workstation furthest from the door. “We should go here.”

He sets up his laptop, moving the power brick over to the desk, and I crouch down beside his chair. We’re hidden from the door by the cubical wall separating the stalls, but if anyone takes more than a few steps into the room, they will see us. “Yeah, that’s perfect. If anyone comes, I’ll jump up and pretend we’re working.”

He sits down and slides down his pants, exposing his 4” stiff cock to me, then turns sideways to his laptop. Knowing I have a few seconds while he is distracted, I give his cock a wet sloppy lick, feeling the ridge of the head against my tongue, and the small bump where the skin uniquely puckers and enters the urethra. That part is probably too sensitive, but I just wanted to poke my tongue tip into it and lick up all of his musky scent.

Instead, I rub my cheeks into his soft fuzz, nuzzling his cock against the side of my nose and near my eye. I turn and see Asian men on the laptop screen. One is fingering the other’s pixelated puckered asshole.

We watch it together as I slowly dance my tongue up and down either side of his cock and all over his balls. I do slow laps around his private organs. Whenever I get to the tip, he gasps with pleasure and shifts his hips.

His face is slick with perspiration as he looks down into my eyes. “I want to cum now.”

I smile and at long last, engulf his dick fully between my lips, applying a light suction. He suddenly bucks up against the chair, crying out quick high-pitched moans of pleasure that echos off the walls of the empty room. He lets out a long falsetto gasp as he slammed his groin upward into my face and unleashes his load. It seemed to gush out forever, and I almost choke as some gets into my throat before I can swallow.

Finally his orgasm subsides. Standing up, I swallow and point to the clock. “That was 15 minutes,” I tell him. “You get 99%”

I feel sorry about my bad joke as he looks genuinely shocked and disappointed. “But sir, why not one hundred?”

“Maybe next time!”

Make out

I meet him by the fountain. The 18 year old is out-of-Africa black. I promised him we’d make out and a blowjob. Right away we both head toward the direction of my favourite campus bathroom.

“You’ve been here before, eh?” I ask.

“Yeah. Do you work here?” His deep voice drips with an African accent that I’d only heard in movies.

“I work close by,” I tell him. I follow him down the stairs and we both slip into the bathroom. He locks the door behind us and turns to me. As he comes up to me, I can tell that he’s a good three inches taller than me.

He takes the lead, bends down and presses his lips to mine. They are plump and soft, and he kisses with a soft gentleness at first, barely opening his mouth. I feel his hand reaching behind my back under my shirt, caressing me. I do the same, reaching under his sweater, running my hands along his back. His hands venture lower, slip into my pants. I’m overjoyed to do the same, feeling all the hills and valley of his tight butt, and slowly venturing under, where I feel his wiry pubes. As we kiss, I slowly lower his jeans until they are only half covering his butt cheeks. With great interest, I caress the front of his pelvis, and slide my hand down his penis, finally wrapping my fingers around it. They do not close – I realize with excitement it is about the same thickness as my arm.

He stops kissing me. “Take off yo shirt,” he commands. I raise my arms as he carefully lifts my T-Shirt and tosses it into the corner. Then, without hesitation, he reaches down and undoes my belt. My jeans slip down and he grabs my cock in his hand and starts to stroke it. “Oh yeah,” I moan, letting out a sigh as I lean my head back and shut my eyes. That’s when he leans down and plants his lips on mine again. He thrusts himself forward and my back hits the cold tiles on the wall, knocking the wind out of me.

He is breathing hard now through his nose, and our lips are locked together. His tongue bursts through my lips, then withdraws, and thrusts forward again. I cannot move. His whole body is pressed against mine, and his large hands are gripping my ass. I feel his hard cock through his pants, and his finger slips into my ass, poking my tight hole, forcing its way inside.

My hand is also gripped around his cock. I pull up and with great difficulty it pops out of his pants. It rests on my abdomen for all of two seconds before he starts to thrust into me. The thing is like a third arm between us, rolling against my rib cage, almost reaching my nipple. But there is little I can do but succumb as he invades my mouth with his tongue.

He stops to catch his breath, gently kissing my neck, and I can finally open my eyes and drink in the perfect body of the black teenager who’s groping me. I run my hand up his penis. “Can I put it in my mouth?”

He smiles and nods, finally releasing me. I drop down to my knees before him. Even though it’s hard, his cock still hangs down under its weight. The end is cut and shaped like a missile, cleaved in half by his giant piss slit. I open my lips and press forward, and I feel it bump against my throat. I’m looking straight down a tree trunk, at his tiny black curls, and realizing that I’ve only just got the head in. It fills my mouth completely although I have opened as wide as I can. I’ve only once before been granted the privilege of sucking such a massive member, though it required him to do most of the thrusting. I tentatively try moving it in and out, feeling like a python trying to swallow a jeep.

“Just a minute,” he says, and moves away. He stands in front of the bathroom mirror a moment, seemingly lost in thought. Then he turns to me and I almost have to duck.

“What time did you say you have to go?”

“11:40,” I answered, not sure what time it was. “But I’m OK to stay a little.”

He kneels down and pulls his phone out of his jeans on the floor, then barely glances at it. “Actually, I have to go,” he announces.

“Oh, sure.” I’m disappointed. I can’t help but stare in amazement as gets dressed and casually tucks his manhood down the inside of his left pant leg with practiced ease.

Well, he was a good kisser.

Restroom of Darkness

It’s August and nothing much is happening around here. A guy is online and we chat. He’s visiting from the west coast for a couple days. He wants to meet up but it’s already too late today.

Come morning, I message him. Of course he can’t host. I suggest my favourite bathroom. “Can we turn off the lights?” he asks.

“Nervous?”

“Not at all I’m just new to guys.”

I’m near the building now so I check it out. This public bathroom has a light switch, but it does nothing.

“No, there’s no switch :(“ I tell him.

He suggests a different spot – he’s already used it this week. It’s in the campus building next to my usual spot.

I decide to pay a visit to check it out. It’s the middle of a busy hallway. People, especially campus staff, are constantly streaming by. It’s dangerous here. I go in and sit down, flick the light switch. The room is plunged into darkness. I text him, lit only by the blue glow of my screen.

“OK.”

“I’m gonna get ready and shower quick. I’ll tell you when im on my way. Take me like 5-10 min walk.”

“I can’t wait to feel your cock down my throat.”

“Awesome. Would be hot af if ur already in there waiting for my cock. Better be waiting there with your clothes off,” he texts me.

“Yes sir!”

I leave and get some stuff done. I can’t concentrate though. My cock is pressed against my shorts in anticipation. When the time comes, I duck into the bathroom, lock the door, and turn off the light. The room is dark and eerie and I can’t see a thing, except by the light of my phone screen. As ordered, I strip to my underwear and wait, practising kneeling on the cold tiles.

After forever, he says he’s there and I hear a quick knock at the door. I flick open the door and he walks in. I’ve never seen his face and in the darkness I can’t even tell what nationality he is. He walks over to the end of the bathroom, in the corner where he could see everything. Then he unzips his jeans and slowly slides them down.

I wait in front of him until he pulls out his cock. Slowly, he offers it to me. I swallow around the fleshy pole that invaded my throat, sending massaging ripples around his dick. It seems to drive him crazy. He places his left hand on the back of my head and holds it there firmly and gently while he slowly bucks his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck that feels so good,” he whispers, as he pulls his cock out of my mouth, glistening and holding it before me. “I want you to flick the tip. I love that.”

I stick out my tongue and gently flick it against his slick cock head, savouring the feel of its pulsing warmth. “Oh fuck yeah,” he breathes. He reaches behind himself and fingers his asshole. “Keep doing that.”

Knowing he likes the end stimulated, I grasp his dick in my fist and start to slap my own lips with it, making wet smacking noises. “Oh that feels so fucking good,” he utters. Every muscle in his body tenses. His sudden stillness spurs me on. I reach under with my other hand and massage the underside of his balls, feeling the weight of them in my palm.

He bucks wildly. “It’s happening,” he grunts, “oh fuck.” A hot flood of jizz spews into my mouth. I plunge down deeply, nose against his groin, savouring the feeling of his hot thick seed gushing against my throat. Panting, he slumps against the wall, and his dick slips from my lips.

I look up at him, but though my eyes are used to the darkness, I still cannot make out his face. He slowly pulls up his pants, and utters his thanks.

“I’ll leave first, ok?” he says.

“Sure.”

He quickly opens the door and steps out into the busy hall. I lock it behind him. That was fun.

A Campus Kiss

My new pen pal makes it clear that he doesn’t do hookups. He only goes on grindr when he’s mad at his boyfriend, and only for harmless chat.

“I just wanted to tell you that your blog always gives me a rush when a new post comes out.”

Ok, no hookups. I can respect that. But the 19yo keeps talking to me, and when he lets slip that his body is “highly sensitive and extremely reactive to touch”, I can’t resist torturing him.

“Imagine me slowly kissing your nipples, running my hands down your belly, slowly getting closer to your cock.”

“Fuck. You’re killing me here. I’m in a group and people are asking me if I’m alright.”

The following week I send him more of my writing, while he’s in class. Just for him.

“I slowly wrap my lips around your dick, lightly, not quite touching it. You just can’t wait until they close around it and engulf you in their wet softness…”

“FUCK”

“nOT NNOW”

I didn’t mean to do it, honestly. But I’m thrilled. We arrange to meet one evening on campus. I fret that he’ll be nervous and make plans to walk outside where we can talk.

Before I tell him, he writes “When I get there just lead me to the bathroom.”

It’s early evening and golden shafts of sunlight slice through the nature building, where a couple of custodians are doggedly dragging mops across the concrete floor. They glance at me suspiciously as I pace and examine ancient fur pelts.

Outside the large window, I see dozens of students heading in all directions. One slender Indian boy walks briskly toward the building, and since he can’t see me, I ogle him unabashedly. He wears a white Nike tank top, showing off his brown arms and a small wisp of hair under them. My penis shifts when he opens the door, comes inside, and strides over to me. I flash him the orange and blue app on my phone, and now confident in my identity, he smiles and sticks out his hand.

“Hi. I’m Ajay.”

“I’m Pete,” I say. In contrast, my voice is just above a whisper. “It’s nice to meet you,” I give his hand a good squeeze, but I’m still distracted by the custodians. I literally found this place by googling for “good cruising spots”. They must know something is up. One of them is leaning on her mop handle tapping on her phone.

“Let’s head downstairs,” I tell him, and lead him past collections of animal furs to the concrete staircase.

The lower level is deserted, so I push open the bathroom door and we duck inside. I lock it, then, not trusting myself, double check. Yes, it is most definitely locked this time.

In the harsh fluorescent light I can see his face is smooth and his lips are soft and inviting. His eyes are hungry. He’s been thinking about this moment for weeks. He reaches out, and presses his body into mine, and I instinctively I back up against the wall. I close my eyes and feel our lips touch. My nose hits his glasses so I tilt my head. I embrace him, and his thin shirt easily flattens against his skin. I run my hands up along the svelte curve of his lower back. His hand sneaks under my shirt, searching over my pecs, until finally pouncing on my nipple.

God, I could kiss him forever. He tastes refreshing, like a cool mineral water after a drought. In my life, I have locked lips with four guys, but the feeling of Ajay’s lips makes me high. I pull him into me. I feel his hardness prod me through our clothes, and I want him.

I slide my hands into his pants, and move them over his ass. He’s so slender I can cup both cheeks in one hand. I squeeze them, massage them. I claim his body with my hands and lips.

We finally drift apart as he pulls my shirt up to my neck. I allow him to slip it over my head. When both of our shirts are a heap on the tiled floor, I reach down into his pants and take hold of his cock. It feels like a hot steel rod, pulsing with energy.

I’m about to kneel down, but he meets my eyes again and I get weak kneed. Instead, reach behind his head with my free hand and pull him to me. We make out, this time with the renewed fervor of having my hand around his dick.

After I don’t know how long, we have had our fill. I pull away from his lips and fall to the ground. I wrench his jeans down past his knees.

I’m amazed at his size. I’ve sucked brown guys before, and they have always been well endowed. Ajay stands above me, hands on his hips, and grins while I examine nearly seven inches of brown veined cock. The tip is still covered in its blanket of skin. He sucks in a breath when I wrap my hand around it, and I’m reminded of how sensitive he is. I’m going to have to take this slow.

I reluctantly uncurl my fingers from it, and instead I let out my tongue and slowly move towards his thigh, barely touching his dick with my temples. Deliberately, I make my way up his thighs, dragging my tongue across each salty leg hair. The slightest touch makes him shiver. I get closer, until I’m pushing his cock up with my nose while I lick under his smooth sack.

I stick out my tongue and look up at him, getting closer and closer to the tip. He’s trembling with anticipation. I’m afraid he’s going to cum without contact. I move with the speed and deliberation of a glacier. After ages have passed I finally touch my tongue to the tip. I lick it clean, tasting his sweet flavour.

I wrap my mouth around it, sliding my lips over the slippery pink orb hear him moan deeply. When I look up, he’s staring straight down at me, mouth hanging open, eyes urging me to go on. Slowly I let more of it slip into my mouth, until I press all the way in and it’s whole length slides down my throat. My nose hits bone.

He doubles over, hands pressed against the bathroom tiles, gasping for breath. I’m careful not to move the slightest. I slowly slide off like I’m defusing a bomb. He looks down at me over the curve of his abs, eyes wide.

When I sit back on my heels, we both watch as a single, dewdrop of precum oozes out. I place my tongue under the drop and draw out a silver strand. He watches as I wrap my lips around his pink, glistening cock head and, for the first time, start to suck.

Unable to withstand more torture, he places his hands on my temples to steady me and begins to fuck my mouth. But he stops soon after, aware of his limits, and stands there gasping.

I focus on his balls while he calms down. When the time comes, I take him into my throat one again, and he doubles over. I simply let him be there. I don’t have to do anything at all to keep him on edge. He gently kisses the hair on the back of my head.

Saliva is building up in my mouth now so I reflexively swallow.

Abruptly his hands dig into my back. “Aaa- aaa-” he moans. I feel his cock throb and deposit a thick wad of semen deep in my throat. After such a long build up, more gushes out of him and I feel like I’m drowning. I pull back, feeling each pulse add to the ocean of cum that fills my mouth.

I look up, eyes watering and see that he’s been staring down, amazed, in ecstatic orgasmic excitement. I open my mouth to show him what he did. After I gulp some of it down, he grabs me under my arms and tugs me up to his face. He presses his hands against my ears and pulls me to his lips. We kiss with a new fresh intensity, sharing the flavour of his release.

THUNK. The door bangs when someone tries to open it. We both freeze. My skin crawls.

“They want to clean it.” I tell him. “I suppose we’ll have to stay a few more minutes until they go away.”

His lips part, belying the panic I feel, and we go at it again. We make out until the cum is a memory.

“We need a plan to escape.” I say as I stop to breathe.

He smiles slyly. “The plan is,” he says, as if this happened all the time, “we’ll just walk out confidently.”

“Yeah, could work. But in opposite directions.”

We move to leave, but we don’t. Instead, we continue to explore each other’s lips.

“OK,” I say, taking a deep breath, and two steps back. “You go left and I’ll go right. They can’t get both of us.”

“Let’s go.”

When we’re dressed, we fling open the door. The custodian is there, leaning on his cart reading his phone. He looks right at us in surprise.

I spin on my heels and speed walk down the hall. My footsteps echo through the building as I ascend the stairs, shove open the emergency exit. When I step into the light of the setting sun, I know I’m safe.

Long ago I stopped getting nervous during hookups. Now the butterflies are back. I keep reliving our kiss as I joyfully begin walking through campus back to my car. It has been years since I felt so alive. Distracted, I think of him all the way to the parking lot before I realize I didn’t bring my car.

What the hell just happened? No guy has ever had that effect on me.

For the first time, it dawns on me that what I’m doing might be dangerous.

Fetish

The moment I get the message that he’s here, I unlatch the restroom door and quickly get on my knees beside the toilet. My 23yo master enters and locks the door. He hastily puts his thick chemistry textbook on the sink. Without bothering to take off his jacket, he walks over to me, and unzips. He yanks his felt pants and red boxer-briefs down with one quick motion, and casually places his dick in my open mouth. For a long time, nothing happens.

Kinks are weird. For example, intellectually, I can understand why playing with someone’s foot might give pleasure. They are as sensitive as the palms, as erogenous to touch as the base of the penis. I can see, if not share, the sense of pleasure from servicing a pampered paw. But that is not my kink.

I love cum. I love the work of rubbing and sucking and I relish my reward with gusto. I need to take it in, feel it gushing out, knowing that once started it is unstoppable by any force. I need to taste it, consume it, thick and hearty. By extension, why would I not love everything a man’s penis could give me?

Yet I am embarrassed to tell anyone my fantasy.

It was only by chance that we were chatting about kinks, and I shared mine. He had already done it with other guy. Bemused, he agreed to indulge me the next time we met.

“I had a lot of water,” he messaged me in the afternoon. “Just waiting till I have to go.”

I waited, so turned on I was high. I couldn’t sit still. I just walked around the campus, where we would meet, and kept checking my phone.

“How much can you handle?” he wrote.

I have no idea. Maybe none at all. Maybe it’s one of those things that is better to think about than do. Maybe I’ll get my clothes all wet and have to go home and change. Maybe I’ll puke on his shoes. “All of it. I’m so thirsty :)” I write back.

“I’m in a rush,” he wrote a little later, “but I can go now. You OK with just piss and go? No time to cum.”

I was a little disappointed, but I found my favourite bathroom, locked the door, and waited for him.

And now he’s here, standing over me. Being careful not to stimulate, I lightly close my lips over his cockhead. It feels so soft and small, completely flaccid. It bends at the lightest touch. He clamps his hand around the base and relaxes his groin. The first dribble is hot and sharp and runs down to the back of my mouth. The taste is light. I swallow it down.

He smiles. Satisfied that I can take it, he relaxes and pisses on the middle of my tongue. It tickles in a way that is rarely felt, and my cock stiffens. As my mouth fills, I pull back, so I’m just kissing the tip of his still streaming cock. Very carefully, I swallow. As I slide back on I suck, something I’ve always wanted to do. It comes out faster. When the flow ebs, I look into his eyes and wait with mouth open and my tongue just touching its underside. He flexes and gives me more of his essence.

This time, as I pull back to swallow, his penis stretches with me, and the stream tapers. He shakes it off against my teeth. He’s fully hard now. For a long time, I wait for more.

Soon staring up its length, reflex takes over. Effortlessly, I take him down into my throat. I’m eager to show him my skills. But before I can move, his hands land on my shoulders, holding me in place. As he fucks my throat, I close my eyes and suppress the gag. After only seconds, he stops. He rakes his cock across my tongue and I taste his sperm, still spewing out. My young master must have been pleased. He bangs it against my lips, shaking it off, then squeezes it between his fingers, wringing out the last few drops of cum. Thrilled at the reward, I lick him clean.

He washes his hands, grabs his textbook, and leaves without speaking.