Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional in that it never happened. Any likeness to real events is entirely coincidental. The characters are from my imagination.
Story by mattbuck (matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com). Comments, suggestions and (constructive) criticism always welcome. I'll be writing the main Descent story sometime, which features James and his girlfriend Sarah.
More stories can be found on my website. http://mattbuck.irongalaxy.com http://mattbuck007.livejournal.com
MM, oral, piss
The first thing I noticed when I opened the door to the bathroom was that the room didn't smell of flowers. That was unusual - there was apparently someone on the corridor who liked scented shampoo, though that was odd as it was a boys-only corridor. The bathrooms at uni, at least on the corridors, were unisex, but I was fairly certain that the only women who had used this particular bathroom this year were whoever the guys were fucking.
The next thing I noticed was the warmth. That was somewhat welcome - say what you like about university accommodation (shit for food, rubbish pillows), the radiators in the bathrooms were pretty good. There was however someone who kept opening the window - in fact I was in a battle with them, because if the window was left open then the room quickly froze, taking the tiled floor with it. When the room was hot, then the floor was pleasantly warm to walk on barefoot.
The door to the first toilet showed engaged, so I went to the other one, which was ajar, and pushed it open fully. Each bathroom in hall had two toilets, two showers and an actual bath, except the disabled ones, which this one wasn't.
There was however a naked guy sitting on the toilet.
To be accurate, James was sitting naked on the toilet, right up against the cistern, with his hands behind his back.
I looked down at his feet. Nope, not a single stitch of clothing.
"Oh, sorry." I said, quickly backing out and pulling on the door, intending to go to another corridor and use the bathroom there, but he put his foot out and kept the door open.
"James?"
"Hi Matt," he replied, "need a piss?"
I took a closer look, at his face, and saw something caked on it in strings.
"What are you doing?"
"Sarah handcuffed me here to be a toilet for whoever comes in."
"Oh." Now I came to notice it, the small cubicle didn't smell of flowers but of piss, and his torso was glistening slightly. For that matter... well, I half tried not to look, but he had a wet cock. A hard, wet cock. A nice long, hard, fat, wet cock.
Oh yeah, I should probably tell you I'm bi.
"And has anyone come in?"
"Jack and Sam - Jack pissed on me, and Sam did the same but got a blowjob after."
"Oh. Was it fun?"
"Oh yeah," he said, grinning. "So come on, you want it too?"
"What's Sarah doing while you're stuck here?"
"She's out shopping. She set up a couple of webcams to watch me." He indicated the ceiling - I looked up and saw a gap in the tiles there, with a small red light.
"Right."
"So? Blowjob?"
I turned around and walked out, leaving the door wide open. I went back to my room. I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity - I thought James was pretty hot, and it would be a lie to say I'd never thought of him in a sexual way, but I wasn't willing to do it straight off.
For one my trousers didn't have a fly.
I quickly pushed my trousers off, followed swiftly by my t-shirt, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Then I took my dressing gown (black and soft) from the hook on the door and pulled it on. Pick up my keys from the desk and I was ready, or at least I assumed I was - I'd never encountered naked people chained to toilets before, so I couldn't be sure. Still, I walked out the door and locked it behind me - no use risking someone nicking my stuff if I was going to be occupied for a while.
I walked back to the bathroom, opened the door as quietly as I could, and sidled in, at first trying to keep out of sight of James, until I saw his door had been pulled to again.
I let the door bang behind me, but didn't go straight to him. Instead I dumped my dressing gown behind the door of the bath room, waited a minute, then pushed open the door to the cubicle.
James hadn't moved, not that I'd really expected him to, though his cock was slightly less hard now. Unlike mine, which was aching at the thought of what was coming.
"Hello again Matt," he said, looking me up and down.
"Hello again James," I replied, shutting and locking the door behind me - I didn't want to be disturbed.
"So..."
I undid the button on the fly of my boxers and shuffled forward a foot or two - someone had helpfully removed the "feminine hygiene products" bin - and let my cock out right in his face. He got the idea and leant forward, taking the tip into his mouth. That first moment when a hot mouth engulfs you is always exquisite, and this time more so than most, since I hadn't ever got that far with a guy before. That and he was good at it. The chain of his handcuffs clanked against the metal pipe as he leant further forward and took more of my cock into his mouth. I tell a lie - he wasn't good, he was very good - the feel of his tongue wrapped around my head made me moan and wish I could lean back to just enjoy it without having to put so much effort into standing up.
"Don't be so gentle," I hissed, immediately rewarded with a good hard suck. "Use your teeth."
There were other things I rather wished he could use - his hands. I love the feel of nails scratching at my chest, the pain is just enough that it's pleasurable. That being said, I quite liked him tied up. He was using his feet though - they were gently stroking the inside of my ankles. I put one hand on his shoulder, and the other on the back of his head, pushing him down further until I could feel him resisting. He made a sort of grunting noise as I moved that hand down to his chest, pinching his left nipple. His teeth dragged along my cock from base to tip, just verging on the border of too painful right at the tip but still oh so good. It was dirty, it was rough, it was strangely anonymous - he wasn't so much James as some blowjob machine/urinal. Frankly it was fucking great.
I have to say, it was the best blowjob I'd ever received - my girlfriend of the time had a nice pussy and great hands, but wasn't too good with her mouth. The smells made it better to my mind - I loved the smell of people who hadn't showered for a few days, and James was clearly one of those people. The smell of piss as well was incredible - filling my nose with its smell, and my mind with the knowledge that that smell was coming not just from the stuff on the floor, which had made my footsteps splash slightly, but from the naked guy in front of me who had two other guys' piss on him, plus possibly his own and his girlfriend's. I'd have asked but then he'd have had to take his mouth off my cock, and I was too high on the pleasure to let him do that.
In fact I was getting about as high as I could go, and I was becoming more vocal, moaning as his tongue dragged over the head, making some sort of high pitched noise I can't describe onomatopoeically when he sucked. My hands went to the back of his head, and my hips bucked, my cock going in and out, his hot wet mouth with its busy tongue that was driving me higher and higher and higher.
Orgasm.
I grunted as I came, my cock still in his mouth receiving his magic tongue work for the first shot before I pulled out, using a hand to pull back my foreskin and spray his face with ropes of white cum, adding to what I assumed was Sam's, the knowledge that this mouth had serviced us both making it all the more intense.
I slumped as I finished, breathing heavily and leaning against the wall behind James. He took my cock back into his mouth, giving me a gentle tonguing as I came down from the most intense blowjob-related orgasm I'd ever experienced. I could tell from James's eyes that he wanted more, and I relaxed as best I could, feeling that slight insistence on my crotch that told me I needed to piss. I'd never been much for urinals, and having a naked boy in front of me didn't help, so I just closed my eyes and let my head fall back. I could hear voices outside the window, several floors below at the main entrance, and then... there: I could feel the first of the piss making its way from my bladder towards my cock, a sort of prickling sensation. Then it was making its way along my cock and I knew that it wouldn't be stopping. I opened my eyes and looked down as the prickling sensation reached the sensitive tip of my cock and I started pissing in a guy's mouth.
"Don't swallow."
I didn't care for him drinking my piss, I wanted to... yes, his mouth filled to bursting with my piss, it flowed down his chin and fell in a stream, landing and spattering on the very front of the loo seat, some falling to the floor, joining the already large puddle I was standing in. My cock was surrounded by my piss, and inside a warm mouth - it was hard to imagine how it could get any better. He leant further forward so he could lean his head back, so instead of dripping off his chin my overflowing piss ran down his neck and over his chest, through his pubes to drip drip drip from his balls to the yellow water in the bowl.
I felt my stream begin to wane, so backed away a half step, letting my piss fall directly onto his crotch until the last few drops fell straight to the floor while he sat there with his mouth still full of piss. I leant forward and touched my lips to his, tasting myself on his lips, one hand moving down to grope his hot wet cock. It felt good in my hand, but now was not the time. I pulled back and pushed my wet cock back inside my boxers, where it left a wet stain on the orange fabric. I looked down at James, his mouth now empty.
"Tell Sarah I'll want a copy of that video," I said as I opened the cubicle and walked out, leaving it ajar. I picked up my dressing gown, but instead of putting it on just hung it over an arm and walked out of the bathroom door.
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