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Bearded Young Guy
"I enjoyed your story," the handsome, bearded young man said to me as we were leaving speech class last Monday night. We had all just finished up relating a "Family Story," as part of our assigned goals in the class. Some people had done better than others. I had related a simple, yet touching family story shared with me by my grandmother.
I felt somewhat embarrassed and shy at his remark, but murmured a word of thanks before he left the room. I eyed his beautiful body as he walked through the door, and man, what a cute ass!
"Odd," I thought to myself, that a guy like him would show any interest in me. And then I mentally kicked myself for not having the courtesy of making a comment on his story too--trouble was, I couldn't remember his story! I didn't have any idea of his name, even though I know I must have heard it several times in class. I don't think his was one of the more memorable stories given that night.
I am pushing 43, and never have been anything special to look at. I've recently been exercising more, and I've always stayed out of the sun. I honestly look younger than my age. Still, to a young man like him of about 25, I reasoned I must have looked like I was well within the grip of hoary old age.
I am married, but about fifteen years ago, admitted to myself I had strong bisexual tendencies and have had several experiences. Some where more pleasurable than others. I usually don't actively go on the hunt for encounters, they just seem to happen.
Tuesday I was at the library, trying to study for an upcoming test on Monday night. Amazingly, even though I was on the third floor of the library, the so-called "Quiet Floor," some stupid wench had brought a small child with her who was persistently crying. Not a good studying environment. I tolerated the crying baby as long as I could, then decided I'd better try a different floor as my annoyance at the crying was too distracting.
Walking towards the stairs, pressure from my bladder indicated to me I needed to take a piss. I walked into the bathroom through the double doors, and the handsome young bearded man from my speech class was standing at a urinal. My heart gave a funny lurch as he glanced over at me and nodded slightly. I nodded back and then headed for one of the two stalls as I definitely have a "shy kidney" and never could stand up and urinate with anyone close by.
I sat on the toilet, and began peeing as I heard the urinal flush. I heard the water come on at the sink, then the loud ratcheting sound of the paper towel dispenser. I had finished peeing by this time but sat still, waiting for the young man to leave as I didn't want him to know that I had sat down merely for a piss (such an unmanly thing to do you know).
However, the young man didn't leave. I heard him take several slow steps, then he walked by the door to my stall, and his right foot actually swept under my door as he walked by.
I was astonished. My heart really began pounding in my chest as he entered the next stall, but didn't latch the door. As I watched, his feet took a position next to the dividing wall, and quietly, he tapped one foot.
I shuffled my feet, then made a responding tap.
"Hey," he whispered, "Come over here."
I sat for a moment, still trying to overcome my disbelief. Was this kid for real? The danger of the situation was rapidly receding in my mind as my lust rapidly rose.
I stood up, pulled my underwear up along with my pants, and then clenched them shut. I listened for any indications of the outer doors being opened, then opened the door to my stall and quickly darted into his stall and stood there nervously while he locked the door.
"This is crazy," I whispered.
"I know," he smiled back.
I turned to face him, and instantly he pressed his lips to mine. His beard felt scratchy, his breath was hot and smelled of peppermint. As I responded to his kiss, his hands began roaming all over my body, then his right hand dove into my trousers and began fondling my rapidly hardening cock.
"Nice cock," he whispered and then kissed me again.
I let my hands run over his broad back, then across his pecs down to his taut stomach. His pants were unbuckled and partially unzipped, and my right hand plunged almost unimpeded into his underwear, into the dark warmth of his nether regions. He was possessed of a large, solid penis, uncut from what I could tell, and his scrotum was loose and filled with two testicles the size of large eggs.
I myself have a much more modest sexual toolbox, but he didn't seem to mind as he continued to fondle my cock and cup my balls.
Abruptly, he drew back from kissing me, and bending down, pulled my trousers and underwear down with one swoop. His mouth surrounded my cock all too briefly, and then he stood up. Quickly, he pulled his pants down too, and his large member was there in front of me, gently bobbing up and down with the pulse of his hear.
I wanted to suck it desperately, and I bent down to take it in my mouth, but he stopped me.
"I have to get class soon, and there's only one thing that gets me off fast," he whispered urgently.
"What?" I looked at him questioningly, figuring that I'd have to give him a fast and furious handjob.
By way of answering, he turned me around until I was facing the toilet, then pushed my shoulders down.
"Cripes," I thought to myself. "He wants to fuck me?"
It had been at least a year since I'd been fucked, and I hadn't enjoyed it very much. Most of the people I've met have been bottoms, which suits me just fine.
Yes, he wanted to fuck me. I suddenly felt the broad head of his prick sliding up and down my crack and I felt it pressing against my tight hole. As far as I could tell, there wasn't any lube, not even spit and no condom. I wasn't prepared for the risks of bareback sex and I pulled forward involuntarily while trying to convey to him that the situation wasn't going to work for me.
"Shut up and hold still," he whispered fiercely, jabbing his cock forward as he did so, and it abruptly breached the muscles guarding my asshole.
"Shit!" I nearly screeched, as a white-hot flash of cramping pain seared through my ass. No, I was not going to have this. I stepped forward, which caused the head of his cock to pop out and gasped for a couple of seconds at the pain that continued to wrack me. It was so very bad that I remained doubled over, unable to think coherently at all.
Suddenly, I felt the head of his cock again, pressing against me, and I tried to move forward again, and told him "Don't" in a strangled voice. However, he ignored my protests and when I tried to pull away this time, he gripped my waist with surprising strength and literally pulled me backwards onto his dick.
This time, he'd apparently used some spit on his cock, because it slid up about two inches inside of me fairly easily. The cramp was easing off now, though my ass continued to burn. He backed off a bit, then plunged back, a little deeper. Again, he pulled back, then pushed forward.
I was very uncomfortable at this point, my own erection had completely wilted, my ass was on fire, and this cock was being driven ever deeper inside of me, making me feel uncomfortably full and now his cock was thrusting against something that hurt deep inside.
He continued to grip my waist tightly, and continued to thrust his cock up inside of me, as far it would go. I kept feeling jolts of pain, and kept pulling forward trying to escape the more painful thrusts.
Suddenly, he paused, "I'm coming."
He held perfectly still. I could feel his penis throb, once, twice, three, times, with strong spurts of his semen flowing up inside of me. A couple more lessor spurts of cum followed. Then he was finished, sighing as he relaxed. His grip loosened around my waist, and he gasped quietly and his head touched my back, as if in some kind of supplication.
He withdrew, and quickly pulled his pants up without making any attempt to clean up, opened the stall door without a backward glanced and almost dashed out of the bathroom.
I turned and sat on the toilet, my knees were shaking and I was sweating heavily. I felt like I was going to have a bowel movement and pushed and felt liquid gush out. Startled, I glanced down and saw that the water in the bowl of the toilet was bloodied. I took some tissue and began cleaning up, and found that I was quite bloody.
I sat there quite a while recovering myself.
There hasn't been much more blood since then, but I am still very sore.
I wonder what he will have to say to me, if anything, next Monday night at class?