TECH SCHOOL - Written ----------- Christopher Street BBS (201) 992-5660
No one ever said that going to school for electronics was going to be easy.... and it wasn't. You may think that I'm complaining about the courses or the workload, but that's not what I'm talking about. What I'm talking about is the boys, of course. Sure, the eight hours of learning crammed into six hour days was hard. Yes, the hours of homework were no picnic either. But, the hardest part of all was being constantly surrounded by horny guys in their early 20's. I had always been turned on by masculine, non-faggy guys and this school was a gold mine of them. The only problem was that I was too scared to come on to any of them in fear of ruining my reputation and loosing my friends.
The school was 95% male, and the girls that were there were either relatives of Lassie, or already taken. These guys were horny! Not being at all like the stereotypical gay, I had made quite a few "straight" friends, none of whom even suspected that I might be gay. Many times I had to stop and remember where I was before I would give on of them that special touch or back rub that is so natural between two men. I had grown so used to kissing my male friends hello and goodbye just out of friendship, that there were many times I felt the urge to kiss one of these guys, but, of course, never did.
There was once special guy, Mike, who I had become quite friendly with, of my own accord. I had spotted Mike in my first semester and his beauty overwhelmed me. His body was almost a mirror image of my own, very slim and tiny muscles. The thing that was different about Mike was that he always wore quite flashy clothes. In the summer, he would wear shirts that had no sleeves and no middle. Some- times, he would wear shorts or a football suit which showed off every line of his body and a nice basket too. I decided I had to get to know him better, so I had started some conversations with him on different occasions.
After getting to know Mike a little better, I became pretty convinced that he was not gay. When a girl would walk by, his head would turn and his toungue would hang out and he would always pass a comment about "sweet meat" or something to that effect. He never really knew how much I admired him and wanted him.
The bathroom at school always drove me crazy, it was always filled with guys and I often got to sneak a peek at one of their cocks. Sometimes I would stand at the urinal and watch their meat out of the corner of my eye. Other times I could glance through a small hole in the stall where a toilet paper dispenser had been.
One day I walked into the bathroom to take a piss. I got excited when I saw that Mike was standing at one of the urinals. I went over next to him and took out my cock and began to piss.
"Hi Buddy!", I said, "How's it going?". Mike said, "Not bad, just draining the main vein!"
I laughed and glanced down at his cock. It was a beautiful piece of meat surrounded by curly brown hair. I got a hard on so fast that I couldn't believe it. Mike finished up and told me he'd see me later. I had waited a long, long time to see more of this guy and was unbeleivably turned on. Mike had walked around the corner to the sink and no one else was around. With my cock still in my hand, I went into one of the stalls and locked the door. I listened for a moment and didn't hear anything. Everyone else had left the bathroom and I had some business to take care of.
Slowly, I started pulling on my stiff cock. With one hand I cupped my balls and squeezed them firmly, the other hand worked it's way tightly up and down my shaft. My eyes closed and dreaming of Mike's meat, I was ready to cum very fast. I was so into myself that the voice I heard made me jump.
"Need a hand with that, buddy?"
I looked down and I saw an eyeball through the small hole between the stalls where the dispenser had been ripped out.
"Who are you?", I said. "It's the man with the main vein!" I heard.
My heart jumped as I realized it was Mike's voice coming from the next stall. I unlocked the door and Mike came in.
"I saw you watching me piss before and I watched your cock grow. When I didn't see you leave the bathroom, I knew what you were doing and decided to come back and help!"
Mike reached out and took my cock from my hand. My dream was finally coming true! He got on his knees and took the head of my penis into his mouth. He worked his toungue around and around the head of my cock. In a slow, methodic rythm he moved his mouth up and down, up and down, the shaft of my throbbing tool. He reached down and released his own rock hard meat and began to stroke on it. He pushed me to turn around and I did."
"It's not a pussy, but it'll do.", he said just before he thrust his toungue into my asshole. He licked and slurped at my hole like there was no tomorrow. I closed the top of the toilet and bent over, resting my hands on the top of the bowl, so he could get in further. I was trying to be quiet, but I moaned in ecstacy. I was very wet, both on the tip of my cock and in my asshole. Mike stood up and shoved his tool fully into my waiting orifice. I flinched, but once it was in, the feeling was outrageous.
Mike pumped in and out. At first, he was going slow, but then he started pumping harder and harder. He was really banging against my butt, at times it even hurt a little. I was breathing heavily and I could tell he was going to cum any second. I stood up and turned around on my knees.
I said, "I want a souvenier of this, to remember it by!" and I put his cock in my mouth and finished him off. He came and came and came. There was so much, that it dribbled out of the side of my lips. The cum tasted so good. I swalled each and every drop that I could. I pulled away, but I insisted on licking off every drop that oozed out.
Mike suddenly remembered where he was and got very nervous. He pulled on his jeans and quietly left the stall. I had not come and knew I wasn't going to leave without finishing myself off. My asshole was feeling great and I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I put one finger in my mouth and got it very wet, then it went straight into my ass. With my other hand I stroked my wet cock quickly and hard. I spurted hot cum all over the floor and wall of the stall. Drops of my cum mixed with the drops of Mike's that had dripped from my mouth. I took the finger from my ass and cleaned it in my mouth. It tasted like Mike's rod.
I saw Mike later that day and he smiled at me, but seemed a little uneasy. I had a feeling that nothing serious would ever become of it, but knew we would have more fun times together.
Several days later, I saw Mike going into the bathroom and followed him in hopes of a repeat episode. He walked into the stall and sat down on the toilet. I looked through the hole and said "Want a hand with that, buddy?" He did!