Barry in the Bathroom by Illinoiscock
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When I was a student Purdue University in the mid-1980s, I had a friend named Barry. We were both from the Indianapolis area. Barry and I had met through several classes together (we were English Education majors). We got along well and spent a lot of time together due to mutual classes and interests. He used to come over to my place in my fraternity and just hang out as we drank beer and shot the breeze. One afternoon we were hanging out prior to a test that evening. As usual, we got a bit wasted. The difference was that we had a writing test that night. Needless to say, neither of us was too worried about how we would do on the test. As time for the test approached, we stumbled our way the several blocks from my fraternity to campus occasionally bumping into each other or holding on to each other to keep from falling down. Along the way, we both needed to take a piss, so, we stopped in Heavilon Hall and went to the downstairs bathroom in the deserted building. We both stepped up to the line of urinals with no dividers (it was the `80s) and began to do our business. Being more than a little drunk, I remember holding my dick with one hand while I kept myself from weaving around by putting one hand on the wall above the urinal. Barry must have been having the same problem because as I looked over, I saw his cut cock with a nice mushroom head pissing a stream while he held himself up with both hands on the wall.
I said "Barry, you better hold onto that thing."
Barry answered "come over here and hold onto it by yourself if you think it needs to be held." Then we both laughed it off.
Up until now, the story is true. This is one of the few times I look back on my life and regret what I did (or in this case didn't do). Now we begin what I wish I had had the guts to do that night in Heavilon Hall.
Instead of laughing it off, I finished my business and stepped over to him without putting my cock away. I took hold of Barry's beautiful cock and directed the stream into the urinal moving it from side to side.
As Barry finishes, he says "you can keep going." So I give him a few strokes before he says "maybe we should go in a stall." We move to the handicap stall without taking my hand off his dick and he reaches for mine saying "I hope you don't mind—I've wanted this for a long time" while dropping to his knees at my feet. I look down to see my best friend at college stroking my cock and looking at it hungrily. He rocks my world by licking my virgin head then taking it into his mouth. Barry runs his tongue on the underside of my cock head and strokes me to get me hard—it doesn't take long. After sucking and stroking me for a few minutes (during which I can barely keep from cumming), Barry stands up and moves into me for a kiss. As we quickly kiss, I reach for his now-hard cock and begin to stroke. I don't know how to kiss, so, when he tongues my lips I don't know what to do, but, I open my lips a bit and he enters my mouth with his tongue. At this point, we are both slowly stroking the other's cock and I almost lose it. I break the kiss and kneel down to try what he did to me just a few moments ago. I don't quite know what to do, so, I just lick his mushroom head and Barry lets out a big sigh. This emboldens me to try taking it into my mouth. I'm sure I scrape him with my teeth, but, after a minute or two Barry calls out "I'm cumming" and lets loose. I don't know what I'm doing and it catches me off-guard. Since only the head was in my mouth, I get a mouthful of creamy cum—I've tasted mine a time or two, so, the taste isn't completely foreign to me. I'm not sure what to do and I realize I've cum as well. Barry pulls me up and kisses me with his tongue finding his own cum in my mouth. He touches my cock, but, I'm too sensitive and pull away. I've got cum in my mouth and on my jeans. He swallows some of his own cum which lets me know what to do with it. There we stand in the handicap stall with our cocks sticking out of our flies and we both begin to laugh and realize we'd better get moving to make it to the writing test. We zip up with me taking a few swipes at the cum on my jeans with some toilet paper and Barry gives me a peck on the lips and says "to be continued" as we hustle our way out of the bathroom.
Barry feel free to contact me at illinoiscock@gmail.com if you are out there. Or anyone who isn't Barry but enjoyed the story.