I set my latte beside me, and open my laptop in the cramped corner of the campus nature building. I’d prefer Starbucks, but I know he likes to study here.
I met him here last week, a Friday evening when I was working on my laptop. The 22 year-old’s profile was blank with only the words “Blow me” at the top.
“Yo,” he said on Friday. The first move.
“What’s up.”
“Chilling and need to be sucked.”
He obediently did what I told him to. Five minutes later, I lightly knocked on the door of my favourite restroom downstairs. The door clicked and he let me in. He stared at me a moment, wide-eyed, sizing me up.
I hung my coat up, moved to him and unbutton his jeans, pulling them down. He stepped out, and pulled down his tight black boxers. Under them was a lot of hair, and a soft penis, just peeking out of its velvety cover of skin. It was tiny, and I knew then that we would be having a lot of fun.
“Did you lock the door?” he asked, shifting uneasily.

“It’s locked.” I looked up at him, smiled, and wrap my mouth around his dick. He gasped and it inflated in my mouth. At full mast, he was only four inches. I could could do a lot with that, and I did. He pressed his full black pubes into my nose, and I was excited to find it only went up to the back of my mouth. I squeezed his cock head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. He inhaled sharply.
I was kneeling on the ground backed into the corner of the bathroom.He gripped my shoulders, holding me there while he fucked. His striped white shirt kept falling down over my nose, and I smelled laundry detergent before I lifted it up again. With his comfortable size, I could have gone on for longer, but after five minutes I longed for more control.
“Want to sit down?” I asked him.
He stopped, considering it, and then moved to the toilet. He lay back on its lid, knees in the air on either side of me, and I shimmied over to him. I sucked his cock, applying every move, everything I’ve learned in the past six months. But there was some doubt in the back of my mind. He was still hard, but nothing was happening yet. I stared up at him while I sucked. He lay there, eyes half closed, mouth open slightly, in an expression of raw sex. I kept going.
A minute later something changed. The bottom got rougher as it scraped against my lower lip. And then he breathed hard and bucked his hips and I drained him slowly, very slowly letting him down and out, until I was gently kissing his cock head as it lay on his thigh. We rested for a moment.
It had been a 15 minute blowjob. And when he sat up and thanked me, it was all worth it. The way his voice trembled, it was clear that this was the best sexual experience he had ever had in his life up til now.
All weekend, I imagined it over and over. I thought about him there, standing in the corner of the room, his butt thrusting in and out, and while I am knees beneath him. And then I saw him there, sitting on the toilet, spent, staring at me with surprised wonderment, eyes full of gratitude.
So I’m here again, waiting, and hoping. When my phone makes the thumping sound, I check it right away.
It’s him.
“Where are you?” he writes.
“I’m around :-)”
“Need some load now? Need to cum with your lips lol.”
My cock presses against my tight jeans, and I shift in my chair. “I’m free,” I write back.
I hear the thump and it is not from my phone. Two chairs away from me, at the same long table in the cafe, a student checks his phone. I glimpse the blue and orange screen. I see his white striped shirt, and remember his intoxicating scent.
Fun times await.