I was a junior at a big ten college.

I had broken up with my girlfriend 6 months earlier and was in a rut.

The only pleasure I got was from my palms and fingers stroking my length daily and nightly. But, the reality is that a hand is generally no match for a tongue or softness. So, it was late one Tuesday night and I wa studying at the library, an old building in the middle of campus. A hot babe walked by with no bra and her nipples were sticking out right at me, as if to say, come get me. Shit, the sight of those juicy tits got this 20 year old hard in a minute. It was time to stroke off again.

The cool thing about the library is that there are several, almost hidden old-fashioned washrooms in the upper floors that are great for jacking off. There are even a few with large single stalls. My favorite john was on the fourth floor tucked away in a corner. The door into the washroom led into a little area with only a sink. There was no urinal.

There was just an interior door tht led into a small room with a toilet.

The door had no lock on it. The wall to the right of the toilet was covered with gay graffiti which would often get me hard.

The door to the stall had dried streaks of cum where countless guys like me decided to leave their calling card. Various notes would let those interested know when to stop by for a play job specific dates and times were mentioned, but I'm a straight guy, and was too scared to see if the offers were real or not. What would I do if someone stopped by? Now, I am not gay as I said, but just a horny guy.

I had thought about what it would be like to taste a length in my mouth or let a guy suck me off. I wouldn't view it as a gay thing, since I would never kiss a guy, but it would just be pure, raw sex. I'd never had the opportunity before, but thought that if i were drunk or high enough, and the opportunity arose, I might just give it a try. Back to the jerk off session. As I was walking up the stairs from the library to the bathroom, a guy walking down passed me by. I couldn't help but notice he was staring at me, and watched me as i exited the stairwell on the fourth floor.

He was about my age, with short brown hair, but i didn't really give it much thought.....

until I made it into the bathroom stall and my gym shorts were around my ankles. I was stroking my length, thinking about the nipples I had just seen when i got this butterfly feeling in my stomach--What if that dude was looking for lengths to suck?? The thought of it got my 34 erect length rock hard, harder than I ever recaled it being. I then started to read the graffiti to see if I unknowingly was present for an "appointment" but there weren't any pending offers. So, I just started my visual fantasy of this guy coming in the washroom which got me incredibly horny. A different kind of horny that I had never felt before..one that made my stomach flip and flop, and one that made my length twitch as I slowly rubbed it. As I was fading into almost a semi-conscious dream, the washroom door opened.

I snapped out of it and my heart started beating wildly. Was it him? Or was it just someone else? If it was someone else who needed to use the john, surely they would walk right out since the stall door was closed and my delierate voice clearing sounds would serve as notice that the crapper was occupied. But, the person did not leave, but started walking toward the stall door.

My hand was still on my length which stood fully erect. Suudenly, the door opened up and I recognized the face that I had seen perhaps 3 minutes earlier. He didn't say a word, butwalked toward me. My heart was now pounding and my length was throbbing. He saw me holding onto my rod and knelt down in front of me.

I can remember thinking I was about to find out what it felt like to get sucked by a guy. As he knelt down in front of the toilet on the cold tile floor, he moved my hand away, and I willingly complied. God was I horny!! I scooted my soft place forward on the seat so he had a perfect view of my length, and a perfect reach. Slowly, he slid his lips over my entire 7 inches and started tonguing the head. I went crazy with pleasure.

He started sliding up and down my shaft with hips lips and tongue, up and down, up and down. He twirled his tongue around my head, and then up and down the base of my length. It was awsome. A play job from a guy who knew exactly how a play job should feel. The fact that it was a guy didn't bother me. This was just raw sex. As he sucked, he put both hands under my shirt and started squeezing and rubbing my pecs which were rather muscular. I was rubbing my nipples and squeezing my tits as though I was a chick.

I was in heaven. Soon, i felt that oh so familiar tingling in the head of my length which tlls us guys that eruption is near. He could sense it and went faster with his tongue. I didn't know if i should pull out or what he wanted to do. So, I started to pull away as a signal to him. When i did, he reached around behind my soft place and pulled my length deeper into his throat. It was clear at that time what he wanted. When I couldn't take it any longer, I started quivering and then unleashed what must have been one of my largest bucket fulls of cum I have ever unloaded. He didn't flinch, like I was accustomed to with some women. He just kept sucking and tonguing me, as I continued to squirt, and squirt and squirt. When my peter was petered out, he kept sucking and squeezing my tits until he finally stood up. He looked at me briefly, and then walked out of the room, without ever saying a word.

I looked at my length which was now tiny and shriveled and red, chuckled, and pulled my pants up. When I got back to my study table, there was a piece of white notebook paper folded up inside one of my books. What did it say? Stay tuned for part II.