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Frank had been at university for 6 months, and was enjoying both the academic life and the freedom it offered. Although he still lived at home, his parents had given him a car as a present for getting into university, and this gave him the opportunity to explore the city at his leisure. It was a big change from the limitations of school and being stuck in the same boring suburb where he had been trapped for the 18 years of his life. He intended to make the most of his newfound freedom and mobility.
Quite soon after starting, Frank had discovered that the university toilets in the basement of the student union building were a hotbed of sexual activity. They were obviously extremely popular with the students and the academic staff alike. Frank was still quite shy and was cautious about revealing his sexuality, so for the first few times he just sat on the toilet and masturbated to the explicit graffiti on the walls. After a few of these experiences, one day he noticed the occupant of the next cubicle was listening to his activities. He leaned closer to the dividing wall, and could hear the faint rhythmic rustle of clothing and he realised the man in there was wanking too. Excited, he noticed the man's foot had crept under the dividing wall, and was now resting against his own. He was uncertain what to do next - should he say anything? Go into the next cubicle? What if someone saw him if he did? While he was thinking about what he should do, the decision was taken for him. The man - probably a youth of about his own age judging from his clothes - had squatted down on the floor and Frank was now presented with a hard penis thrusting up from under the stall divider, jutting from a bush of dark public hair, the boy's underpants now down around his ankles and stretched tightly between his feet. Instinct took over, and Frank grasped the cock firmly with his right hand, and continued to massage his own with his left. He heard a low moan from next door as he stroked the guy's cock up and down a few times. The cock was about 7 inched long, reasonably think and uncut. The cocked was glistening and a small drop of pre-cum shone at the tip. Frank rubbed his finger over the slit, and tasted the pre-cum on offer. The he knelt down on the floor and took the penis into his mouth, and started sucking. The owner of the cock pushed as far under the divider as he could and gave little thrusts into Frank's mouth. After a minute of this, he heard a whisper telling him it was his turn. The cock was pulled out of his mouth, and Frank quickly assumed the position required to get his own under the wall. A hand reached down to cup his balls, and then a warm mouth took in the length of his rigid cock. Now it was Frank's turn to moan as the talented mouth worked its way up and down his shaft. A finger from the hand caressing his balls wandered back to play with the tight bud of his anus, and Frank almost shot his load.
Perhaps sensing how close he was, the youth stopped his efforts and slid his legs under the divider, taking off his undies as he did so. "Finger me!" Frank was ordered, the boy grabbing Frank's wrist and pulling it between his legs. Frank pushed in, feeling past a circle of wiry ass hair, into the tight but surprisingly wet asshole. His neighbour moaned again as Frank index finger pushed in past the anal ring and began fingering his prostate gland. "Make me cum!" he whispered hoarsely, and with his left hand Frank started jerking the boy's cock, at the same time continuing the gentle pressure on his prostate. Frank could see the boy's scrotum tense and left as his orgasm approached. The heavy breathing from next door increased and suddenly the boy's anus spasmed around Frank's finger as the first wave of ejaculation commenced. Thick bursts of creamy white semen pumped from the boy's cock, all over Frank's wrist, as he continued to wan the cock and finish him off. After the last spurt, Frank pulled his finger out and whispered back under the divide "Ok, my turn now!" He slid the lower half of his body under the wall, and sighed with pleasure as his own dick was grasped and the expert manipulation began. He lifted his hands to his face, and inspected both of them. The index finger of his right hand wasn't dirty, but it smelled pleasantly of teen ass. His other hand was covered in cum. He stuck the smelly finger under his nose, and sucked the cum of his other hand as the hand from next door worked his dick. The smell of ass and the taste of cum made him cum very quickly. He jammed fingers from both hands into his mouth, to stifle his soft cries of orgasm, as he came quickly into the boy's hand. Almost immediately, his friendly neighbour wiped his hands, pulled up his pants and left without saying a word. Frank was exhausted, but had the presence of mind to slip back into his own cubicle in case anyone else came in.
That experience introduced him to the delights of understaff sex. It was fun, it was hot, and best for him at this stage in his life, it was anonymous. Although it wasn't as dirty as he would have liked, occasionally he had the pleasure of tasting a cock that tasted slightly of piss, or fingered an asshole that was not entirely clean. But for the most part it was what he would later learn to describe as 'vanilla' sex. It kept him going, and he enjoyed it, but it didn't fulfil his darker needs.
Frank enjoyed sex in toilets. He liked the sleaziness, and he loved the faint smells of piss and male sweat in the university toilets. However, they were cleaned so regularly they were rather sterile places, and they didn't do much for the ambience. He had had a couple of experiences at some local park toilets near his school in the last few months after he turned 18, and he wondered if there were any other similar places out there. He wondered whether he could be less anonymous and more active somewhere other than uni or close to home. He had plenty of afternoons off, so this led to him exploring the inner city suburbs by car, looking for likely places for sex. He soon found plenty of toilets with evidence of a lot of activity. Most of these were near football grounds, train stations and a couple were at the back of high street shopping strips. One of them looked particularly promising. It was behind a main road, positioned in between a car park for the shops and a series of sporting fields. It was an old, dark building made from the local stone and looked to have been put there many years ago. It was dimly lit inside, had a urinal and two cubicles. It had the reek of piss and sweat he was looking for, and another underlying smell, which he recognised was stale cum. Evidence of this adorned the walls, the inside of the door and the floors of the cubicles. Old cum stain dribbles from who knows how many men over how many years decorated the place. It was obviously never cleaned, and the cubicle floors were messy with cigarette butts and sometimes twists of toilet paper that had been used for their intended purpose, and sometimes to mop up semen. The first time he found this place Frank knew it was what he had been looking for. He had visited it 2 or 3 times, without any sign of action, but this only elevated his desire and anticipation. He knew his luck would change.
One warm Spring afternoon, just after lunch, Frank drove into the car park and parked close to the toilet block. He went in, but as before, no-one was at home. He went back to his car, and sat with the window down, drowsing slightly in the pleasant warmth. After a while, another car drove into the car park and parked a few spaces away. The driver was a young man, a bit older than Frank, scruffily dressed, with a goatee and wearing sunglasses. He didn't get out of the car, but Frank noticed he was watching the toilet building intensely. After a few minutes, the man got out of the car and went into the toilet. He was only in there a minute, and he came back out after finding it empty, and returned to his car. As he did, he noticed Frank sitting in his car. The man got back into his car, and put the radio on. He kept sneaking quick glances at Frank and seemed to be waiting for Frank to do something. Fairly confident of the signals he was receiving, Frank got out of his own car and strode into the toilet block, entering the cubicle closest to him. Outside, he heard another car door open and close, and then heard the man enter the toilet and walk into the next cubicle.
"Want me to come in?" he heard the guy say to him.
"I'll come into yours, there's more room in that one" Frank answered. He left his own stall and pushed on the door the one the guy was in. Sitting on the toilet, clothed, was a slightly dishevelled young man in his early 20s, with the small beard Frank had noticed. The sunglasses were off, revealing a pair of amused brown eyes above a wicked smile. The man raised one eyebrow, as if to say "What's next?" He stood up, he was a head shorter than Frank, reached up and grasped Frank's face with both hands. They stared at each other for a long second, then their mouths clashed as they kissed passionately. The older man smelled good, as if he had just got out of a warm bed, sweaty and spicy in Frank's nostrils. The continued to kiss and their hands felt each other's bodies up and down. They fumbled with each other belts and zips, and released cocks that were raging for attention. The older man stroked his own cock, and said "I need to have a piss first mate, is that ok?"
"Yeah me too" Frank replied, "It's pretty difficult with a raging hard on though!"
"Well, let's give it a go" said the other man. He aimed his hard penis at the toilet. Frank looked on admiringly. It was big, about 8 inches, with a thick velvety forsaking half retracted. Frank could smell it, even from a distance. This was a man who seemed not to worry too much about hygiene, which in Frank's opinion was all too rare in a man. The man peeled back his foreskin completely, to reveal a thin scum of smegma around the base of his cockhead. He smiled at Frank, closed his eyes and began pissing with obvious pleasure into, but mostly around the toilet bowl and onto the floor. Frank tried to relax, and with some difficulty released his own stream of urine. Both men crossed their streams, as if they were kids playing, splashing piss all over the toilet bowl and the floor, adding to the stains and grime that had built up over the years from similar exploits. Shaking the drops off his dick, the man offered his penis to Frank, who didn't need a second invitation. He dropped to his knees and took the cock into his mouth, tasting the last few drops of piss dribbling from the slit. He tasted the ripe cheese ringing the cock head, and cleaned it off with pleasure as he deep throated the rock hard dick. The man pressed his hands down on Frank's head, fucking his mouth hard. After a couple of minutes, he pulled Frank's reluctant head from his groin.
"Shit mate, better slow down or I'll cum too soon! How about I return the favour?"
He sat Frank down on the piss splattered toilet seat, and kneeled in between his legs. He gave a grunt of satisfactions he tasted the piss on Frank's cock, and Frank leaned back as the bearded man worked his magic.
"Fuck, you have a hot cock mate" the man mumbled, his mouth full. "You like getting fucked?" he asked, looking up at Frank with a smile, somewhat pleadingly as well.
"Yeah, I like it all" said Frank, who enjoyed being fucked as much as being the one doing the fucking.
"Ok, how about up against the wall?"
"Fuck yeah", said Frank, who loved being fucked standing up. He stood up, and they kissed again. Frank could taste piss on the man's mouth, and it seemed he could as well as he groaned as their tongues met.
"First, I wanna eat your ass" the beard guy said as their mouths broke apart.
"I'm, well I'm not that clean back there" said Frank, apologising in case the guy was grossed out by the state of his unwashed ass. He had had a dump after his morning shower, and and was usual, he had not wiped too carefully. He enjoyed the feeling of his ass in that state, and loved fingering and smelling himself while he wanked.
"Shit man, do I look as if that would bother me?" the other man laughed. "I prefer ass like that. Who wants to taste soap? I prefer a man who smells and tastes like a man."
Realising he was in safe hands, Frank relaxed. The older man turned him to face the wall, and sank again to his knees. He parted Frank's muscular buttocks, to reveal a densely furred trench between. He leaned forward and sniffed. His nostrils met the fresh stink of Frank's unwashed hole, and to the bearded man this was the most potent aphrodisiac nature had invented. He spread Frank's cheeks further, and even in the dim light he could see the slightly puffy anus, smeared lightly brown from Frank's incomplete efforts earlier that morning. The dark hairs surrounding the anus were clumped together with sweat and the sight and smell of this magnificent asshole brought the man's cock to full attention. He leaned closer in, and started teasing the younger man's dirty anus with his tongue. Frank moaned with pleasure and squatted further, exposing his ass as much as possible for the man's pleasure. The man sucked on Frank's ass hairs, cleaning them of their residue, and his tongue probed Frank's shitty hole deeply until it was clean and dripping with saliva. After serval minutes of dedicated rimming, enjoyed by both men, Frank pulled the older man to his feet and kissed him, so he could taste his own dirty ass on the man's face, lips, beard and tongue. Both men were panting with desire, the smell of male ass working its spell and driving them into a fucking frenzy.
The older man pushed Frank back against the wall, and spat into his hand, rubbing the saliva over his cock. He positioned it at the entrance of Frank's wet and lubricated asshole, and carefully pushed in. Frank shuddered as the man's blunt think penis entered his rectum. His knees bent and shaking, he lowered himself do accommodate the man's cock. The man pushed all the way in, and slowly began fucking Frank's tight hole, almost pulling out entirely and then thrusting back in. At first the strokes were slow, almost gentle, but they picked up in pace and force until Frank was repeatedly forced against the rough, dirty wall of the toilet cubicle. His face against the wall, Frank realised it was covered with shit smears where someone had wiped themselves without paper and wiped it off onto the walls. The thought of this filthy act made his cock throb and his ass clench. This heightened the sensations of the man fucking him, whose breathing started becoming ragged and erratic as he neared orgasm. Pounding Frank's hot throbbing rectum hard, he thrust deep into the younger man's bowels and shot load after load of his semen deep inside. Frank gasped as he felt the hot pulses of cum fill his ass. The older man withdrew his cock, still hard, and forced Frank's head down onto its stinking length. Frank could seen and smell the slime from his ass, some brown shit streaks down the entire length, and residual cum oozing from the swollen cock head. He took the filthy penis into his mouth and tasted the familiarity of his ass juices. Close to orgasm himself, he cleaned the dirty cock while pumping his own hard with his hand. All too soon he shot his load, all over the legs of the man whose cock he had cleaned completely of any trace of sperm, shit and slime.
The beard man gave Frank a hand up, and they shared one last deep,lingering kiss. The man's tongue probed Frank's mouth, eager to share the feast Frank had consumed seconds before. With a quick smile, he pulled on his pants and left the toilet.
Frank cleaned himself up as best as he could, and got dressed. He wondered if he would see the man again soon. He would certainly come back to this toilet, if only to relive the memories of the best fuck he had had in months. Getting into his car, Frank felt the load of semen deposited in his ass leak from his anus into his already dirty undies. Hardening again, Frank knew he would be reliving today's episode as soon as he got home, with the souvenir the man had left him to enjoy.