Archie Lipton had planned his schedule for his first semester of college to allow himself one hour of freedom between classes each afternoon to spend having lunch at the student union and studying at the campus library. That had been the plan, anyway, until the second week of school when he'd wandered by chance into the hottest cruising spot on campus, the sixth floor library men's room.
Archie had grown up in a small town in Georgia. He'd known he was gay since he'd hit puberty and discovered porn on the internet, but he'd kept that information to himself. The only time he'd ever done anything with a guy was one drunken night in his senior year of high school when he and a buddy had wound up jerking each other off after his buddy had failed to score at a party. They'd never mentioned it again after that night. Archie wasn't exactly a virgin when he started college- he'd slept with a few girls in high school to keep up appearances- but he felt like one. He couldn't imagine doing something as daring as going to one of the campus LGBT group meetings he saw advertised.
The men's room proved to be a revelation to him. He'd only gone in to take a piss, but the next thing he knew he was getting his first ever blow job under the stall next to the urinal. They were interrupted twice by the sound of the outer door opening as someone came in, but in the end he'd shot his load into a willing guy's mouth for the first time, not that he ever got to see what the guy looked like.
Since then, the hour between Archie's classes each day had mostly been spent in a bathroom stall. Archie sucked his first cock, his first several cocks truth be told. His own dick was sucked on an almost daily basis, sometimes more than once a day, and he never had to face the embarrassment of going into a group of out and proud gay guys at the campus meetings, where he knew he would have been the awkward Southern guy who didn't really fit in.
Truth be told, Archie wasn't sure how to be a gay guy, not really. He never felt like the gay guys he saw online, on TV, or in the movies were people he himself had much in common with. He just knew that he wanted to have sex with guys. The men's room gave him the chance to do this without feeling like a failure who didn't fit in with other gays. It also gave him the chance to sometimes watch other guys in action through the peep holes that had been drilled into the stall walls. It gave him a secret thrill when he'd run across one of those guys on campus later on.
Of course, it wasn't perfect. The other day he'd just finished sucking a cock under the stall wall when some homophobe had begun screaming in one of the other stalls about kicking his ass. Archie had beat a hasty retreat and avoided the men's room for a couple of days after that.
He'd gone back today, though, and had been glad he did. He'd no sooner arrived and taken up position in the middle stall than someone had come in. He'd watched under the stall door as two pairs of feet had gone by his stall and into the big handicapped stall next to his. Leaning over to look through the peephole, he'd hardly been able to believe his luck. The two guys in the stall were smoking hot and they'd wasted no time in going at it. Archie had begun stroking himself as he watched the dark haired guy push the blond to his knees and slap him across the face a few times with his impressive cock.
The blond had gone to work on that dick and it only took a few minutes before the more dominant guy had pulled him up and bent him over. Archie had barely been able to contain a groan himself as he watched that big dick being pushed inside that hole. Archie had sucked a lot of dick in recent months, but he'd still never fucked an ass or been fucked for that matter.
He stroked himself and watched the blond taking an aggressive pounding, but then a movement caught his eye. He adjusted his position slightly and was stunned to see a really cute guy standing at the back of the stall, watching the fuckers and stroking himself lightly through his pants. Where the hell had he come from? Archie was certain he hadn't gone by his door, and how had he gotten inside the handicapped stall? Archie had heard the two guys snap the lock into place.
Archie watched the guy while he watched the two fuckers. There was something incredibly appealing about this mystery guy. Truth be told, he was just the type of guy that Archie had always secretly crushed on back home.
Just as Archie heard the top saying that he was going to cum, he somehow moved his head and lost his view. He quickly got his eye back on the hole and felt a shock when he realized that the brown haired cutie was gone. How the hell-??
"Thanks for pulling out," Archie heard the twink say quietly. He shifted back to look at them and saw that the top had shot his load on the blond's ass.
"Fuck, I didn't mean to," the other man groaned quietly.
Archie put his dick back in his pants and made a quick exit, stopping only long enough to wash his hands. He began walking around the sixth floor, looking for the mystery guy. It didn't take him too long to spot him closed up in one of the study rooms, talking on his phone. Archie took up a position in the stacks so that he had a view of the study room door and soon enough the guy came out and headed for the elevator. Archie was right behind him.
"Hi." The mystery guy looked adorably nervous for some reason.
"How did you do it?" Archie decided on the direct approach, his curiosity making him braver than he'd ever been.
"What?"
"Get in their stall? And then out again?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Archie somehow knew that he'd say that. It's what he himself would have said if anyone had ever confronted him about his secret bathroom activities.
"Yeah you do. Those two guys fucking back there. I saw you in their stall, but no one ever went by my stall door and I know you weren't there when they started fucking. Then I looked away for a second and you were gone. No one walked by my stall door that time either. How the hell did y'all do that?"
"You really want to know?" Yes, Archie thought. I want to know everything about you, cutie.
"Yeah."
"Magic."
He was gone. Archie almost fell over in shock as he turned in a circle inside the elevator, looking for his mystery man. What the fucking hell had just happened?? The door slid open and a woman started to walk through, looking surprised to find Archie standing inside. "Going up?"
Archie shook his head, realizing that the elevator had reached the lobby somehow without the doors opening. Or maybe they'd opened and closed and he hadn't noticed? Did I black out or something? he wondered.
He walked off the elevator in a daze, knowing only one thing for sure: he had to find his mystery man again.
*** Jared Becker and his best friend Noah were doing what they could often be found doing when they cut class for the day: hanging out in Noah's basement playing video games and smoking weed. Noah was a classic slacker who just didn't care about school and Jared was the type who was smart enough to pass all his classes even when he didn't bother going all that much. Jared was also the much overlooked second son, the afterthought brother to a golden boy who could do no wrong. Jared's older brother Jake was better looking that any human should be outside of a television show, he was a star athlete, and in their parents' eyes he was pure perfection. It was safe to say that Jared had always been a bit resentful.
"Fuck, you fucking killed me, asshole," Noah complained as he tossed aside the controller and picked up the bong for another hit.
"I win again. What are you even good for?" Jared grinned.
"You know what I'm good for," Noah grinned back. He was just placing a hand on his friend's leg when the sound of a text from Jared's phone interrupted them. Jared pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen.
"Why the fuck is my douche of a brother texting me?" Jared asked out loud. As he started to open the text, he felt Noah's hand slide up inside his shorts. Pot always made his gay best friend super horny, not that Jared ever complained. Just as Noah's hand made contact with Jared's cock, Jared's phone began to display full body nude shots of his brother Jake.
"What the fuck?!"
Noah jumped back, startled. "Dude! What?"
"My fucking brother just sent me nude selfies!"
"Seriously? Let me see! Jake is so fucking hot!"
"Fuck you, Noah!"
"What? Objectively, you know it's true man," Noah grinned as he took Jared's phone. "Jesus! You can see everything. He's in a men's room, too. I wonder who took them? Damn. That's nice."
"He must have sent them to me by mistake," Jared muttered, reaching out to take a hit off the bong before taking back his phone and getting another eyeful of his brother.
"That's so hot," Noah mumbled, running his hand back up inside his best friend's shorts.
"Yeah, well, he's an asshole, no matter what he looks like. I hate him," Jared muttered.
Noah took the phone again and quickly forwarded the text to his own phone. "What are you doing?" Jared was clearly annoyed.
"Relax. Right now, I'm going to go to town on your cock. Tonight, when I'm all lonely in bed, I'm going to beat off like crazy looking at that asshole you hate."
"Just don't show anyone else," Jared groaned as Noah opened his shorts and began going down on him.
Noah pulled off long enough to say "Of course not." He wasn't very convincing, but his mouth was amazing and Jared couldn't bring himself to care too much about Jake's nude selfies getting out.
*** Van walked slowly down the hallway toward his dorm room. He was still feeling more than a little freaked out by his encounter with Red, or Archie as he now knew him to be named, in the elevator at the library. For the first time since discovering what he could do with his Grandpa Sam's watch, Van had let another person see him 'vanish into thin air'. It probably didn't matter much, but it certainly left him feeling unsettled and a little sick to his stomach.
Underlying that, though, was a growing case of blue balls. Van had hoped to be sliding his cock into Jake's virgin ass at the frat house right about now. Instead, he was going to have to postpone that for at least another twenty four hours. Compounding that frustration was the fact that he'd been a first hand witness to two incredibly hot guys fucking in a stall in the sixth floor men's room. Van felt ready to explode and thought again of the pair of gray boxer shorts stuffed inside his book bag which belonged to Jake. Van fully intended to shoot his load all over them once he was back in his room.
Van glanced inside Pete and Matthew's room as he walked by the open door. A few days earlier, he'd been a secret witness to a hot encounter between the two best friends. The sight of Matthew sucking Pete's cock was burned into his mind, but if he should ever forget it he could always watch the video he'd made. At the moment, Matthew was sitting at his desk wearing a pair of light blue sweat pants and nothing else, his smooth, muscular torso on full display. His eyes met Van's as he glanced up from whatever he was studying.
"Hey Van."
Van stopped in the doorway and leaned against the frame. "Hey Matthew. How's it going?"
"Fucking math. I hate it," Matthew grimace and then smiled. "How you doing?"
"Not bad. You going to Perks later on?" Van asked, thinking that he'd very much like to see Nick, the sexy barista, again. Now that he knew Nick wasn't averse to fucking guys in spite of the women he always had hanging all over him, things could get interesting.
"Maybe. You and Carson going?"
"I think so. If he's up for it."
"I'll check with Pete when he gets back from class."
"Cool," Van let his glance linger on the bulge that was visible in Matthew's pants. It didn't look like he was wearing any underwear and Van felt the ache in his own balls again. He really needed to get off and he started to slowly reach towards his watch as he thought about investigating his theory that Matthew was going commando.
"Hey, can you come in and close the door for a second?"
Matthew's words brought him up short before he could stop time. "Sure, what's up?" Van asked, closing the door behind him and dropping his bag on the floor as he sat down on Pete's unmade bed.
"This is kind of... um... personal," Matthew muttered, a cute blush coloring his face.
"Okay. No worries, I'm totally discreet and I can keep secrets." Van's heart was racing again. Was Matthew going to come out to him? Confess he'd sucked Pete's dick?
"It's not a secret, man. It just...I know you're gay and all, but do you have to be so obvious about wanting our dicks?"
"What?" Van felt like he'd been slapped in the face.
"C'mon, Van. You were just looking at my junk like you were starving."
"Hold up, Matthew. First of all, how is that different than you staring at a woman's tits if they're on display in a tight shirt? You're wearing sweat pants without underwear, from the looks of it, and your bulge is right there for all to see. Straight or gay, guys are guys!"
"Yeah, but it's different. It just is. It makes me uncomfortable to have a guy looking at me like that."
Van ran his hands through his hair and wanted to laugh. This was all highly ridiculous coming from a guy he'd watched suck cock a few days earlier. "Sorry man. I don't know what to tell you. I like cock. I see one, I look. In fact, if given a chance I do far more than look, and I do it very well."
"Fuck, Van, that's gross," Matthew groaned, scrunching his face up in a show of disgust.
"Really? Because I could swear that your dick is harder now than it was a minute ago." The front of Matthew's sweat pants were beginning to tent.
Matthew looked silently at Van and then down at himself. There was a strange moment of electricity between the two of them and then, almost in slow motion, Matthew reached down and grabbed the waistband of his pants. Both sets of eyes were glued to the light blue fabric that slowly gave way to a trim patch of brown pubic hair as Matthew began to tug the waistband down. Matthew's six hard inches popped into view, a pearl of precum on the tip.
Van glanced up at his hallmate's face, but Matthew's eyes were still locked on his own cock. Van dropped from Pete's bed onto his knees and crawled a few feet forward until he was between Matthew's legs. He glanced up again at Matthew's face and then stuck out his tongue and slowly licked up the shaft of his cock, lapping up the precum when he reached the tip. Both men groaned simultaneously and Van wasted no time going to work, taking Matthew's cock down his throat.
After a few minutes of sucking, Van pulled off and tugged the sweat pants down a bit farther so he could get Matthew's balls into his mouth. This seemed to drive the other man crazy and Van got an even more intense reaction when he allowed his tongue to drift a bit lower still. Sitting up, Van grabbed hold of the fabric bunched around Matthew's knees. "Get these off."
Matthew didn't have to be told twice. He stood up and kicked off the sweats and then dropped back into his chair, legs spread wide. "On the bed," Van directed. This seemed to make Matthew hesitate, but only briefly. He dropped down on his bed and Van crawled between his legs, taking his cock down his throat again. After another minute or two, Van pulled off again. "Hold your legs up."
Matthew looked terror stricken and Van laughed. "I'm not going to try and fuck you, don't worry. Just hold your legs up." Still looking unsure, Matthew pulled his legs up, exposing his pink, hairless asshole to Van, who quickly went to work with his tongue. The other man was soon groaning loudly and trying to stroke his dick while holding up his legs at the same time.
Van sat up finally, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. "Do you have condoms?"
"I don't want you to fuck me." Matthew spoke the first words he'd said since pulling out his dick.
Van wrapped his hand around Matthew's dick and started stroking. "I want to sit on this dick. Do you have condoms?" Matthew started into Van's eyes for a moment and the rolled over and reached into the drawer next to his bed, pulling out a box of condoms. He tossed it to Van and then groaned. "Fuck! We can't. Pete is going to be here any minute."
"We'll be quick," Van promised, unwrapping a condom and rolling it down his friend's dick.
"I don't want Pete to catch us," Matthew groaned as Van tore off his own pants and underwear. He spit on Matthew's cock and straddled him as his friend halfheartedly protested, "No, we can't."
"He won't catch us," Van moaned as he felt the head slip inside him. "It's okay." Van knew he could just stop time to keep it from happening, but he didn't.The risk was turning him on.
"The door isn't even locked," Matthew said, but his hands reached out and took hold of Van's hips. He pulled Van's body down as he thrust his dick upwards. Van cried out in pure pleasure. The two quickly found their rhythm and Matthew's bed began to squeak as Van rode him.
"We have to hurry," Matthew's flushed, sweaty face was contorted with pleasure, but there was an edge of fear to his voice.
"It's so hot, knowing that he could walk in at any second," Van panted.
"No it isn't," Matthew protested weakly.
"That big, hunky best friend of yours, so hairy and manly. He's so fucking hot." Van could feel himself getting close. "Isn't he?"
"Shut up!" Matthew was biting his lip as his thrusting increased in speed.
"You know he is. Imagine him opening that door right now..." Van was there, he gasped and began to shoot his load all over Matthew's football toned torso. This sent his friend over the edge as well. Matthew gave one final thrust and then grunted as he shot his load inside the condom.
Van sat there with Matthew's dick still inside him, panting and wiping sweat from his forehead. "That was so hot."
"Could you get off of me? I'm serious, Pete will be here any minute." Van did as he was asked and began to pick up his hastily discarded clothes as he watched Matthew toss the condom in the trash and wipe his dick on a sock before pulling the blue sweat pants back on.
No sooner had Van finished buttoning his pants than the door opened and Pete walked in. He stopped short and looked from one of them to the other. Even though neither man was naked, it was obvious from their flushed, sweaty appearances, not to mention the lingering smell of sex in the room, what had been going on.
"Pete-" Matthew's voice had a pleading sound to it.
Pete silently threw up his hands in the universal 'I don't want to hear it' gesture and tossed his bag on his bed before turning and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him forcefully.
"Fuck!" Matthew dropped onto his bed and put his head in his hands.
"Matthew, I'm -"
"Get out, Van. Just go."
Van felt terrible, but he did as instructed, closing the door softly behind him. He walked down to his room and let himself in, grateful to find it empty. Gathering up his shower stuff he went down to the bathroom. The hot water felt great and physically Van was feeling excellent, having very much enjoyed the fuck with Matthew, but he knew he'd pushed things he shouldn't have and he felt like he'd just destroyed the relationship between Pete and Matthew. He should have just stopped time once he'd started sucking Matthew's dick, then they would have been safe from discovery.
As Van dried himself off, he reflected on how ironic it was that he could control time in one sense, but that he wasn't able to go back and fix mistakes once they were made. Putting his watch back on, Van glanced down at it. It always kept perfect time, he'd never even needed to try and set it. Even at daylight savings time it had somehow adjusted itself while he slept, with no effort from him.
There was a nob to set the time, though, and Van placed his fingers on it now and spun the hands back by forty minutes. Nothing happened. Van realized he'd been holding his breath and he let it out with a sigh and started to reach for the clean clothes he'd brought down with him to change into. Suddenly Van felt odd, like he was having a dizzy spell. He closed his eyes as a tingling sensation rushed across his body. When it stopped he opened them again and he found himself leaning against the open doorway of Matthew and Pete's room. Matthew was seated in his chair wearing nothing but light blue sweat pants.
"Fucking math. I hate it," Matthew grimace and then smiled. "How you doing?"
Holy shit!
"Uh... I'm good."
"Cool."
"Yeah... uh, see you later, okay? I've got to study."
"Sure. See you at dinner," Matthew said, turning back to his books.
Van practically ran down the hallway and let himself into his dorm room. He pulled out his cell phone and checked the time, then compared it to the watch. They matched perfectly.
"Oh my God! I just traveled back in time."