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Do you Remember '68? Chpt. 6
I think guilt was my strongest emotion that evening back at college. I wanted Vince to be there, I liked the guy, two days before I would have said, and did say, I loved him. Sitting there, in the college bar that evening, I realised that it was man-sex that was now beginning to drive me. I had a huge desire to explore this world and the possibilities it would contain. For years I had thought that I was the only one to feel as I did. I'd discovered that I wasn't. But that day I'd discovered that it wasn't just Vince and me, I'd stumbled upon three other guys who were obviously interested in the same things, guys who looked so ordinary, men you could pass in the street without knowing. This all seems so naïve now looking back but then it was a huge discovery and fed my curiosity.
I started to look round the bar and think about everyone there. There were the ones like my mate Pete about whom I could be quite sure that they were straight. Then there were others who were in a new category that I was creating of "possible". As I did this I was also picking out the guys I fancied and they weren't all like Vince. I began to wonder how hairy they were, what their cock would be like what it would be like to fuck them, would I let them fuck me. Then a wave of guilt would come over me.
Where there other places? This question formed in my mind as I sat there. I'd found those public toilets without any problem did that mean that I could find others I wondered. I went to the toilet for the bar partly from necessity partly from curiosity. It was busy, obviously, Saturday night with a lot of drinking going on. You could get the odd glimpse of someone's cock but people were just going about their business. I was also quite sure that the cubicles didn't present much opportunity. I didn't really know what I was doing if it were just curiosity or if I was searching out the chance of finding some sex here. I thought that I'd better not examine my motives too closely. So I went back to continue my drink.
Sitting there one of the staff came in, he was one of the younger members, they were the only ones who ever came in. I knew he had an office nearby. The bar was built in one of the older buildings, dating from the Second World War. The newer, less senior members of staff had offices here too rather than in the newer purpose built stuff. As I watched this guy, realizing that I thought that he was pretty attractive, I asked myself what if a staff member was interested in man-sex would he risk it with a student, and how would he go about it. I watched him as he stood at the bar and followed his eyes, I could see that he was watching a couple of very attractive female students; I could read lust in his eyes. He didn't know that anyone was watching him but I realised that he was giving out clear signals about his sexuality. I felt slightly disappointed I don't know why, it was silly.
My mind searched for possibilities and another plan formed. I knew that at the far end of this building, at the far side of the offices, was another toilet. I must have thought that having found one toilet that that was going to be my route to more sex. It was near some sport facilities but even during the day it was quiet and was certain to be virtually unused in the evening. It may not even be open. So I finished my drink and went off.
There were lights on in a couple of offices that I passed, but as I pushed the door open the bathroom seemed empty. I checked the two cubicles; they were indeed empty and didn't seem to have anything on the wall nor any holes between them. I was disappointed, I didn't know what I'd expected but I'd expected something. Then I heard footsteps along the corridor. I felt panicky; I thought, illogically, that if someone came in they would know exactly what I was doing there. I didn't want to rush out into the corridor so I just went up to the urinals and took out my cock and tried to pee, but nothing would come out. The door opened and someone came in to the urinal next to me. There were only two. He took his cock out and started to pee. I could hear and see the piss blasting the back. I glanced up to see if I knew the guy, it was one of the History of Education lecturers, and I'd had him for part of one of my units. I knew it was his first year here and he could only have been in his late twenties.
I could not get a drop of piss out of my cock. The panic grew, and as that grew so did my cock, and the presence of this guy next to me was almost overpowering. I was frozen, I couldn't think, I couldn't move. I could only wait for him to leave and then try to regain some sense of normality. But he didn't leave. He stopped pissing and just stood there. I glanced over and saw that he was slowly moving his hand up and down a very nice cock. He turned slightly towards me to give me a show, I realised, and then he looked at my cock which seemed to have a mind of its own and wanted to show itself off too. I looked over to his face, he smiled and licked his lips and stretched his hand over to my cock and wanked it gently. "Do you want to come to my office?" He asked. I didn't think I just replied "yes" and he told me the room number. He left and shortly after I followed him. I realised that it was one of the offices that I'd passed on my way there. On the door I saw that his first name was Mike. I went in and he locked the door behind me. He pulled a blind down to cover the glass in the door. In the corner of the office was a seating area he invited me to sit there and offered me a beer. I was a bit nervous so I accepted the beer needing a bit more time to sort myself out.
My erection subsided a little but I still felt very aroused by Mike. He put me at my ease very quickly, I'm not sure what he asked but soon I was telling him how new I was to all this. I didn't tell him about Vince but I did say that I'd been learning to do stuff with another guy and about my day. He explained that he'd had a regular boyfriend before starting lecturing but that had all finished. He also explained that neither of them had stopped searching out other guys as well. Also he'd found college disappointing. He'd found out this bathroom and decided it was an obvious haunt but that it was never used as far as he could see. He said that when he was working late he kept his eyes open for anyone going there. Occasionally he'd followed guys there but they'd not shown any interest so when I'd walked passed his door he'd almost not bothered but he said he was a perpetual optimist and thought that he might just go and see. So that's what he'd done and was pleased to see me standing there with a hard cock. He remembered teaching me and he'd been attracted to me then. I'd stood out as a more mature guy but also by my looks. I was suitably flattered. Even if it weren't true he thought enough of me to want to flatter me.
He was now sitting next to me with our legs touching. He put his right arm around me and with his left hand pulled my mouth towards his. There was something about the way he did this that I felt suddenly in his power. He could take charge and I would do whatever he wanted, knowing that I would want it too. He explored my mouth with his tongue to which I responded with my own exploration. I'd taken off my jacket on entering his office but now I wanted Mike to feel the touch of my skin. We stood and took off our shirts, it was not very warm and I shivered slightly, but he wrapped me in his arms and the energy generated by our contact forced away and chill in the air. He had a powerful chest, covered in quite dense black hair which I started to caress with my fingers. I brushed his left nipple and he gasped with pleasure. I returned to it gently rolling it between my fingers. I couldn't believe the effect it was having on him. I got more excited by experiencing his responses. I took the right one in my mouth and he nearly went wild. Still nibbling I went down to unfasten his belt, and pull down his trousers and underwear. His cock was standing out stiffly from his body so I pushed him down so that he was sitting again and I went down on to his cock. It was beautiful and the sensations I received as I sucked on it were oh so powerful. I tried to slow down, just taking his cockhead in my mouth with my lips wrapped around. My head bobbed up and down then I grasped his shaft with both my hands and he started to hump my mouth. I took my hands away and swallowed his whole cock so that my nose was in his pubes.
Up to now I still had my trousers on so Mike now pulled away from me so that I too could feel the air against my whole body. There was no sense of being chilly now there was so much sexual heat being generated. Mike took my cock into his mouth; I realised for the second time that day how much I still had to learn about the art of cocksucking. But it wasn't just technique this guy was doing things to my mind just by being there. I don't know how long he worked my cock but we got to the point where he asked if I wanted to cum like that, I said that I did, so he continued to play my cock, no my whole body, until I felt a sensation which enveloped by whole body and then centred itself on my cock and I erupted in his mouth. Almost without a pause he lay me down on my back and, with his mouth still full of my cum, he started to loosen my ass with his tongue, lubricating me with my own juices. I could tell that my hole was opening up, so when he put a finger in there was no problem, even the second and third were soon doing their magic. My cock was already responding and getting quite hard again.
Mike took his fingers out and stood in front of me. I lifted my legs up and he put them over his shoulders. I could feel the tip of his cock at the entrance to my hole, a tantalizing sense of expectation, then he pushed in, only his cock head and then he paused. I slipped my legs down to his waist and pulled him in. He needed no more encouragement he was in and started to slam away at my man cunt. Suddenly I had a sensation of being in charge. As I tightened my ass I could tell it had a profound effect on him, if I slackened off his pace picked up. Then I felt my orgasm build up again, I wanted to control him now so I gave one final squeeze and he released his juice in me and I fired several shots over my head and onto my chest.
We stopped still for a moment recovering our breath when there was a knock at the door and a voice, "You ok Mr. Jones?". It was one of the security men, porters we called them. "Yes", replied Mike. "It's just that I'm locking up and checking the lights, will you make sure the front door is locked when you leave." We managed to keep the noise down and reassure him that we would take great care.
It suddenly felt quite cold; we cleaned ourselves up and quickly dressed and left the building. It was quite late, the bar was closed the disco had finished and very few people were about. "Thanks Jon," Mike said, "That was fantastic, you may be new but you've learned a lot already and you're a good looking guy with a fantastic cock, I hope we can meet up again." That was certainly what I wanted to hear, but I was then bewildered by what he said next: "Sorry I can't stay around now but I have to get home to my wife." With that he gave me a quick kiss and left.
If I'd thought that I sorted some things out in my life they had all become very complicated again that weekend. The more I thought about it the more I wondered where my life was going. I'd discovered a new world, but what were the rules? What were the standards? I knew I had cheated on Vince that was bad enough. Those guys in town, how many times did they go there? With how many different guys did they do things? Then there was Mike, he'd had a boyfriend but with an open relationship but he was also married, what did it all mean?
I went to bed confused but realizing I'd had some good sex.