ME AND THE STUDENT

The moped was leaning against the lamppost - again.
I knew from a previous experience who would be in there and I wondered if there would be a repeat performance.
The first time we met up he climaxed far to quickly and I failed to enjoy his cum, this time, if it happened I would be ready. He was a first year uni student and it was his first time away from home. He'd obviously heard stories about things hence his turning up in this location.
I pushed the door open slowly so as not to make a noise, the tiled interior quiet, I could hear a drip somewhere. I went in.
No one at the stalls but one of the cubicle doors half open.

All the other doors were open wide.
I snuck in and took a look and yes, he was there and alone.
He was standing naked from the waist down looking as if he was about to put on his football shorts, his T shirt riding above his navel, his whole area of genitalia exposed and revealed to be sporting a semi lob.
Hi again he said, Hi I replied, adding, need a wank?
What do you think, and he twitched his manhood till it danced.

I reached out and grasped his tool, feeling the warmth as it hardened in my grasp. I manipulated his foreskin a little, rubbed him up and down and quickly got some pre cum oozing. His balls cupped in one hand I slowly worked on him, my own erection straining to be released.
I let go of his balls in order to get my nob out, top button and zipper flew down and my balls and cock in the open/ He looked and smiled. I worked some of his pre cum on my cock head which feeling his wonderful bush with my finger tips before returning to his dancing dick. I took his hand and put it on my cock, pushed his fingers round the shaft but he pulled away but wanted me to carry on massaging his cock.
So we stood there me doing all the work, his face smiling and then I guessed it was about right as he gasped, I felt his cock fill as the first spurt came out and quickly on my knees to catch the next spurt and the next, mainly in my mouth and on my lips with some on my nose and then I tried to get his cock in my mouth in order to get the rest of his juice, but he pulled away. I squeezed the last drops out of his cock till it was all gone. He pulled me up. I got one hand and placed it under my balls and he held it there as I finished myself off while he watched each spurt of spunk fly against the cubicle wall, he even let the hand under my balls grasp my shaft to help the remnants of my ejaculation squeeze out.

That was good he said, I liked that. So did I I said, we must do it again sometime.
He smiled, looked at my drooping cock and then at his own, pulled his T shirt down then stepped into his jeans. Yes he said, we must, next week. I picked up his short's, sniffed them, Next time in these. Fine he replied. I tucked my goodies back in, zipped up and said when. Monday, about this time.
He left and I stood there thinking what a quiet cottage this was, but somewhere else might be better.

The following Monday I was there and so was he.

His bike leaning against the lamppost again.
I went in, door to the cubicle half open and there, as promised, the stood wearing just his shorts, his soft young flesh and cute nipples contrasting with the white tiles of the cubicle. Already the signs of an erection had formed tenting out the front of his shorts.
I quickly dropped my jeans and pulled his shorts down, whang, it flew up hard and ready. I got my two hands working his cock and balls as he moaned with pleasure. I squeezed and kissed his nipples, I placed his hand on my cock and this time he didn't pull it away but grasped and worked, then nhis other hand came in and he tossed me off, dam, I was so quick, his boyish hands soft and sensual worked their magic on my cock as it shot cum over his hands, some went on his cock as I continued to work him and then, as he gasped I was down and sucked his cock down my throat in time to get his load, a full creamy load, filled my mouth and I had to swallow. I grasped his buttocks and pulled him in, fingers going round and feeling his crack and manhole, warm and tender..

After I got up and looked at him. Wow.
Good I said, very good came back.
So, you want to do it again, another day, but somewhere more private.
Maybe he said, anyone could walk in here.
Well let me sort a place out, so, see you here again when?
Tomorrow!
He dressed, stepped out of his shorts, into boxers and jeans and a T shirt. I looked at his tight body, nice firm ass, trim waist but still not physically matured.
Till tomorrow then he said - and he was gone

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