All week long I told myself I wasn't going back to that bathroom on the small college campus again, at least not so soon. Yes, I had a great time fulfilling my gay fantasies, but I needed to be able to control my urges. Every night I felt my mind wander ... How many guys came there on a Monday or Tuesday night? Or is it only busy on weekends? I could go find out ... No! I'm not driving to campus on a week night. I needed to work in the morning.
By Wednesday, the urges were getting worse. As I showered that morning I started stroking myself while thinking of the blow jobs I had given. Then I thought of the young stud who had fucked my ass. I soaked up a finger, spread my legs a bit and pushed my finger up my hole. I thought of the college student behind me as I thrust my finger in and out of my ass while stroking my cock. My cock erupted, splashing cum against the shower wall.
Thursday was worse. I felt like I was hornier than I had ever been and thought about the blow jobs I had given and the loads I had received. That night, I was close to picking up my keys and making the drive, but I held off. Instead, I threw on some porn, stripped naked and jerked off. I watched several videos of cum shot compilations. I watched as pretty girl after pretty girl took large loads to their faces, tits and asses. I watched them swallow load after load and felt jealous. I was craving a load of cum like I normally crave chicken wings or bowl of ice cream. Finally, I couldn't take any more. I laid on the ground, flipped my legs over my head, opened wide and shot my own load of cum into my waiting mouth. It wasn't the same as coaxing it out of someone else's cock, but it would have to do for the night.
Friday arrived and work was brutal. My eight hours in the office felt like a week. As horny as I was, I was still trying to tell myself I wasn't going to campus that night. I didn't want this to become a regular thing. I couldn't go back a week after I tried it for the first time. I'll go home, jerk off, I'll feel better and just enjoy a quiet evening.
It came time to leave work and I couldn't get home fast enough. As soon as I got inside my house, I put on my favorite porn and shot the load that had been building all day. And I was right, I felt better. I ate dinner, watched a movie, had my easy going night.
But then it started getting later and my mind started wondering again. I felt a tingle in my cock. The thoughts I had been having all week started flooding my mind again. I tried watching a game that was on TV to distract myself. Didn't work. Midnight hit. I should just go to bed. That was the sensible thing to do, just go to bed. I turned off the TV, got up from the couch ... and walked over to pick up my keys and left ...
Twenty minutes later, I found myself back where I was a week ago, sitting on a toilet in a stall of a dorm basement bathroom. My pants were around my ankles, but not for the reason they normally would be in this situation. I again slowly stroked my cock.
"How long will it be before someone visits tonight," I thought to myself.
Turned out, not very long. The door opened and someone entered the room. He walked into the stall next to me. I heard him unfastening his pants and he sat down on the toilet. Shit, was he actually here to use the bathroom?
I minute later the visitor whispered, "You here to give or receive?"
Not here to use the bathroom!
"Give," I responded.
"Well, I guess either, really," I clarified. "But I'd prefer to give right now."
"Door's unlocked. Come to my stall," he replied.
Without pulling up my pants, I stood up and waddled over to his stall. I opened it and stepped in. I expected him to stand, but he just sat there, stroking a nice 7" uncut cock.
"On your knees."
He commanded and I complied. I sank to my knees on this dirty bathroom floor once again. He removed his hands and without further instruction, I bent over and took him in my mouth.
There was no pretense between either of us. I wasn't unsure and hesitant about what I was doing like I was last week. He wasn't battling demons within himself about whether this made him "gay" or not like the one kid last week. No, he wanted a blow job and I wanted to give it to him, no other context needed.
"That's it you little bitch, suck my cock," he stated under his breath. "Kneel on this filthy floor and suck my fucking cock on this bathroom toilet. Yeeeeeahhhhhhh. That's it you slut."
So the demeaning aspect of this act was obviously the turn on for this guy. And talking dirty was getting me a little more excited honestly. I felt my cock harden and twitch as he spoke.
"You like being a whore in this nasty little bathroom, don't you slut? Yeah you do. Keep sucking my cock, make daddy feel good. Suck it good."
I kept bobbing my head up and down his shaft with my hands on his knees for leverage as I leaned forward. His shaft was smooth, not very veiny, and I could feel his foreskin sliding up and down a little along with my mouth.
A few minutes later, I felt him start to thrust his cock upward into my mouth a little. Coupled with his increased breathing, I knew I was close to my reward. He placed his hand on the back of my head, again showing his "dominance" to make sure I took his load in my mouth. If he only knew I had been waiting for this all week and there was no chance I was going to waste a drop of his spunk.
