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Feeling Horny in the University Library (part 2)
He stood at the urinals, at the far end of the toilet, with his back to me, his legs apart. I walked past the sinks and mirrors, my heart beating faster and faster, and stood at the urinal next to him. My hand shaking slightly, I unzipped my flies and, reaching in, released my hard cock from my underwear, bringing it slowly out through my flies.
The foreskin had rolled back, half-exposing my thick cockhead which was shiny and wet with precum. I could feel his eyes gazing down at my exposed erection, but I focused my own on the tiles in front of me, not yet daring to look anywhere else. He exhaled deeply.
"Nice cock mate" he whispered. "Looks even better out of your jeans. What do you think of mine?"
My mouth was dry and my heart pounded in my ears. I licked my lips to moisten them, turned my head to look him direct in his piercing green eyes, then lowered my gaze to what was sticking out of his flies.
His cock was uncut and looked to be about the same length as mine, 7 inches when fully erect, but his was not as thick. His cockhead was smaller and a different colour to mine, a light pink, whereas mine was a definite shade of purple. It suddenly struck me that this was the first erect cock I'd seen face-to-face, apart from my own, and the fact that he was letting me look turned me on big time.
Almost on autopilot, I started stroking my throbbing hardon, an extra thrill running through me as, next to me, he started wanking his too. I watched his fist gliding smoothly up and down his rock hard shaft and felt precum welling up and leaking out of my piss slit. I was struggling to believe it was actually happening, the two of us standing side by side wanking in unison.
I took my hand off my cock and raised it up to spit in my palm, thinking a bit of extra lubrication would help things along. My dick, left to its own devices for the moment, bobbed up and down in midair. Suddenly, I felt something brush against the side of my cock, then the feeling of something wrapping round the centre of it. I gasped, as I realised what I could feel was four fingers, a thumb, and a warm palm encircling my shaft.
The hand squeezed me tightly, then started moving, sliding steadily up and down my shaft. I'd waited so long for my first experience with another guy, and now, at the age of 19, it was actually happening, not in the comfort and safety of my own bed, but standing at the urinals in the university library toilet, with students working away just the other side of the door, and the possibility of anyone walking in at any moment. The thought of this turned me on big time, and a low moan escaped my lips.
"Feel good?" My new best friend asked me softly. I grunted my affirmation, then gasped loudly as he suddenly increased his speed for a few strokes before returning to a nice steady rhythm.
"Good. Problem is my little fella's feeling a bit left out. Fancy lending a hand?"
Fuck, was he actually asking me to wank him off?! I glanced over at his cock where it poked out of his flies, the foreskin rolled back, his pink head exposed with a perfect drop of precum sitting at its tip. Without really thinking, I reached my index finger out and scooped the drop up then brought it to my lips and licked it off. The sweet taste of his precum filled my mouth and I sighed with pleasure.
I reached my hand out for his cock, then hesitated. What if he didn't enjoy the way I wanked him? What if my touch caused him to go soft? What if...
He cleared his throat impatiently, and I realised he had stopped moving his hand up and down my shaft and was just holding me tightly in his fist.
"Fuck it" I thought, pushing my doubts to the back of my mind, and grasped his huge throbbing dick in my hand and started slowly and gently to move my hand up and down. It felt so weird doing something I'd done so often to myself on another person. His cock felt so similar and yet so different to my own. The skin was soft and it felt so warm. My hand followed its gentle curve, as I stroked him right from base to tip.
I felt his hand leave my own cock, then felt his hand being placed directly on top of my own. He squeezed, forcing me to tighten my grip round his cast iron rod, then guided me up and down his shaft for a few strokes, guiding me as to the speed and pressure he liked. I kept up his rhythm and tightness once his hand left mine and returned to stroke my own cock for me.
My other hand felt a bit redundant, so I reached into his open flies and inside his boxers, finding his balls, and began tickling the underneath of them.
"Oh fuck mate, yes, that feels amazing" he said. His balls felt hot and sweaty against my fingers, and after a while, I couldn't resist drawing my hand out and raising my fingers to my nose to breathe in his sweaty scent.
"Mmm" I exhaled softly, my cock leaking more precum.
"Mate, your cock's huge" he said, "I can barely fit my hand round it". It was true, I did have a big girth, but obviously, I'd never seen anyone else's to know how it would compare. I felt him bring his other hand round to the opposite side of my dick. He interlinked his fingers and started wanking me between his two palms, running his hands right up and over my sensitive, precum-soaked head, making me moan uncontrollably with pleasure.
I placed my own second hand on top of my first hand which still encircled his cock and squeezed both as tight as I could, making his gasp. I then began wanking him hard and fast.
"Fuck, yes, yes" he moaned as my hands sped up and down his shaft. I felt his own hands increase their speed and could feel myself beginning to get close.
Suddenly there was a sound behind us, as the entrance door swung open.
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