I was in college. As usual, I walking through the halls after class and horny as hell. I was a Sophomore and my hormones were raging.
I went down to the basement level bathroom to take a piss and jack a load. The basement had lockers in the hallway and the mail room. Not a lot fo traffic.
I entered the stall and sat down and started to jack my cock, leaning back on the wall and closing my eyes, thinking about all the cock I wanted, I needed, to suck. About 5 minutes in the door opened and I sat up. The man walking in went to the urinal and I slowly kept jacking my cock. He flushed and washed his hands and I leaned back and lost myself in the great feeling of rubbing one out.
My eyes were closed and I realized after a minute that I hadn't heard the door open for the guy to leave. I opened my eyes and he had slipped into the stall next to me, stood on the toilet and was watching me jack. I immediately sat up to hide my hard on, but then said to myself, "what the fuck?" I leaned back and watched him watching me. He was much older grad student from Jamaica. He was bald, handsome with very dark skin. He leaned his arm over the stall .his hand toward my head He was about a foot away from my head and I opened my mouth and started to slowly suck on his index and middle finger, all the while staring at him. I could tell he was stroking his cock with his other hand. He pulled his hand up, stepped off the toilet and opened his door. Then he stood in front of mine.
I opened my stall door and he stepped in, his hard 8", thick cock jutting out of his fly. He closed the door and I leaned forward and began to suck on his uncircumcised head. He placed his hand on the back of my head and slowly started to fuck my mouth. I let my own dick go and held on to his ass, pulling him into me. After about 2 minutes, I opened my mouth wider and took his cock to the base. I was so hungry for his dick and the fact that I was sucking his cock in a men's room. I cupped his hanging balls and went to town. It was the first uncut cock I had every seen, let alone serviced and I was taking my time swirling my tongue around the head and slipping into his foreskin.
He finally became urgent. He wasn't going to let me control the situation and he began to fuck my throat. He'd slide that hard cock all the way down my throat and hold it there, then pull out and fuck my throat with several fast thrusts, deep dicking my throat. I loved how he'd pull out just to the head, then push it into my throat all the way to his balls.
When he finally stiffened, I pulled back to the head and swirled my tongue around it, pulling the foreskin away. I wanted to taste his cum. He shot about 4 strong streams of cum into my mouth and I lapped up every shot until he stopped cumming. I nursed his cock, cleaned any remains cum off it and sat back. I grabbed my cock and shot a huge load all over the wall next to the toilet. He smiled, put his cock back in his pants and left.
I sucked him off hundreds of times over the next 2 years. I'd see him and we'd find an empty room or men's room and he would feed me the load I so desperately wanted. And, in those 2 years, we never spoke. I never learned his name, and he never learned mine. We just had a connection to where I would service him anytime we both needed it. Sometimes I'd suck him off 3 times in one day. I loved that Jamaican cock.
I went down to the basement level bathroom to take a piss and jack a load. The basement had lockers in the hallway and the mail room. Not a lot fo traffic.
I entered the stall and sat down and started to jack my cock, leaning back on the wall and closing my eyes, thinking about all the cock I wanted, I needed, to suck. About 5 minutes in the door opened and I sat up. The man walking in went to the urinal and I slowly kept jacking my cock. He flushed and washed his hands and I leaned back and lost myself in the great feeling of rubbing one out.
My eyes were closed and I realized after a minute that I hadn't heard the door open for the guy to leave. I opened my eyes and he had slipped into the stall next to me, stood on the toilet and was watching me jack. I immediately sat up to hide my hard on, but then said to myself, "what the fuck?" I leaned back and watched him watching me. He was much older grad student from Jamaica. He was bald, handsome with very dark skin. He leaned his arm over the stall .his hand toward my head He was about a foot away from my head and I opened my mouth and started to slowly suck on his index and middle finger, all the while staring at him. I could tell he was stroking his cock with his other hand. He pulled his hand up, stepped off the toilet and opened his door. Then he stood in front of mine.
I opened my stall door and he stepped in, his hard 8", thick cock jutting out of his fly. He closed the door and I leaned forward and began to suck on his uncircumcised head. He placed his hand on the back of my head and slowly started to fuck my mouth. I let my own dick go and held on to his ass, pulling him into me. After about 2 minutes, I opened my mouth wider and took his cock to the base. I was so hungry for his dick and the fact that I was sucking his cock in a men's room. I cupped his hanging balls and went to town. It was the first uncut cock I had every seen, let alone serviced and I was taking my time swirling my tongue around the head and slipping into his foreskin.
He finally became urgent. He wasn't going to let me control the situation and he began to fuck my throat. He'd slide that hard cock all the way down my throat and hold it there, then pull out and fuck my throat with several fast thrusts, deep dicking my throat. I loved how he'd pull out just to the head, then push it into my throat all the way to his balls.
When he finally stiffened, I pulled back to the head and swirled my tongue around it, pulling the foreskin away. I wanted to taste his cum. He shot about 4 strong streams of cum into my mouth and I lapped up every shot until he stopped cumming. I nursed his cock, cleaned any remains cum off it and sat back. I grabbed my cock and shot a huge load all over the wall next to the toilet. He smiled, put his cock back in his pants and left.
I sucked him off hundreds of times over the next 2 years. I'd see him and we'd find an empty room or men's room and he would feed me the load I so desperately wanted. And, in those 2 years, we never spoke. I never learned his name, and he never learned mine. We just had a connection to where I would service him anytime we both needed it. Sometimes I'd suck him off 3 times in one day. I loved that Jamaican cock.