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Date: Thu, 25 Feb 1993 00:39:20 GMT
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Subject: Dorm Encounters VIII: Library UnResearch
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Dorm Encounters Part VIII: Library UnResearch


     College for me has not been all fun and games, fucking and
sucking.  Every now and then, I have to settle down to some
serious schoolwork.  As I am basically the center of attention on
my hall, I rarely get anything done in my room.  As such, I have
been known to haunt the college's library from time to time.

     On one such night, I had been at my desk in the stacks
somewhere for about two hours, when the urge to piss overtook me
and would not allow me to concentrate.  I'm not terribly fond of
public bathrooms on this campus; for some reason they are always
dark and seldom cleaned.  I had never actually been in any of the
bathrooms in the library, but had to go so badly I would have
peed in a can if I had one.

     Bucking up my courage, I put my book down and headed off in
search of the bathroom.  It was in the center core of the
building where the elevators were, and I was surprised, upon
entering, at the overall brightness and cleanliness of it.  Don't
get me wrong, now-- I wasn't about to eat off the floor, but I
felt more than satisfied that germs flying through the air would
not land on me and turn me into The Fly.

     I appeared to be alone, and went into a stall.  I hurriedly
unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and began pouring forth
the torrential rains that I knew were lodged within my bladder. 
As I stood there, I realized that other bodily functions were
required as well.  I undid my pants and turned around and sat
down and went to work.  As I sat there, I began to notice the
graffiti on the walls of the stall.  "For a really good time
call...", "I suck big cocks only if you call...","I need to get
off bad...", and one that caught my eye especially: "I am new to
cocksucking and need practice.  Will be here at 9:00 pm on the
17th.  Tap your foot if you want service."

     I looked at my watch and realized it was one minute until
9:00 on the appointed date.  Just as I was marvelling at the
boldness of this invitation, the outer door to the bathroom
opened and someone came in and took the stall to my right.  I
heard jeans unzipping and a little shuffling around, but did not
hear any of the typical sounds of someone using the bathroom for
its intended purpose.  This was getting interesting.

     The person next to me began making "obvious noises" and so I
stuck my foot under the partition and tapped it a couple of times
on the floor.  He pushed my foot back to my side and a piece of
paper came floating down from over the partition.  I unfolded it
and it said, "Throw this back if you are interested in some
serious head, and do not move from where you are right now."

     The mystery and intrigue levels here were starting to get me
excited and my cock reacted appropriately.  I threw the piece of
paper back over the partition and waited, my cock throbbing in my
lap.  I couldn't resist giving it a couple of strokes as I waited
for the mystery man's next actions.  I was completely unprepared
for what happened next.  As I sat there, the front of the large
institutional toilet paper roll holder opened to reveal my
mystery man's side of the stall.  He had removed his unit
completely, and was pulling the "innards" of my unit to his side. 
In a second or two, he had a large hole between the stalls that
was just the right height.  I looked through the hole and saw
nothing at first, then a finger beckoned me (or my cock, I should
say) to stick itself in the hole.

     "What the hell," I thought, and stood up and stuck my ramrod
through the opening.  In nothing flat, sweet and terribly wet
lips had encircled my knob and were sucking insistently.  I put
my hands on the top of the partition and let this guy go to work. 
He sucked like a novice but was insistent and trying very hard to
be good at what he was doing.  His tongue flicked around my
engorged cockhead and each drop of precum that seeped out went
straight down this guy's throat.  I moved my pelvis with the
rhythm he was creating, and before long, he had managed, much to
my amazement, to swallow the length of my rod.  I began building
my fuckpace to a slow canter, pounding the partition harder and
harder as my cock sunk in and out of this sweet mouth.  He was
getting better with practice, and soon had me humming to myself
as I prepared to blow.

     I began rocking harder and harder, pummelling his face with
my tube until the moment arrived when my balls began forcing
their sweet nectar to the outside world.  He sensed my impending
orgasm and clamped down on my cock with all his might as if
daring any spunk to leak out.  The pressure was all I needed and
I began to unload blast after blast of sexjuice into his waiting
and greedy throat.  I came four or five times, shooting slightly
smaller blasts each time, until my legs were shaking so hard that
the partition was banging back and forth.  As the last dribble
poured out of my cocktip, I withdrew from his mouth and stepped
back, gasping for breath.  I looked through the hole and was
amazed to find the last person I expected to find sucking cocks
in a library bathroom: my next door neighbor, Ted.

     I stuck my face through the hole, smiled, and said,
"Goddamn, man!  If you wanted action, you should have just come
next door!"

     He bent over and smiled.  "Don't you find this a little more
exciting, though, man?" he asked.

     "Well, sure.  I must admit it was really hot knowing we
could get caught, but I'm so hot now I could go again!"

     "Well, why don't we go home and do something about that,
Andrew?"  With that having been said, he closed up the hole,
putting the toilet paper units back into place.  We went into the
library proper, I gathered my books, and we began the long walk
back to the dorm.  As we walked, I hung back a little so I could
look at him.  I had never really noticed Ted before-- he's not
terribly good looking but he's not ugly either.  Kind of
nondescript, really.  I checked him out as he walked, and I like
what I saw very much.  He had a tight little ass that just begged
to be plugged.

     We arrived back at the dorm and went straight to his room. 
With almost no conversation, we undressed and met on the bed,
mouths open to each other, kissed long and hard.  While rolling
around, I could feel my cock rubbing his, both of which were hard
as rocks.  I knew what I wanted and flipped him over so that he
was on all fours.  I pried his buttcheeks apart and sunk my
tongue into his musky hole.  I reamed him for a considerably long
time, enjoying the feelings and sensations that my mouth was
experiencing.  Ted seemed to be enjoying himself as well as he
pushed his ass back towards my face and wiggled around, trying to
create new depths for my tongue.

     Able to stand the pressure no more, I got on my knees and
pushed my cockhead against his hole.  I began to push in and he
roared, "Take it easy, asshole!  I've never done this before!"

     My cock instantly got harder knowing that I was about to
fill virgin territory.  I eased my cockhead past the constricting
muscles and it sank into his ass canal.  Ever so slowly, I eased
my fucktube into his tight hot hole until I had buried myself to
the root and my pubes were scratching his asscheeks.  He moaned
in pleasure and that gave me the go-ahead to fuck the crap out of
him.  My passion and lust had built to a frenzied level, and I
began thrusting in and out hard and long.  He was moaning loudly
now, grunting as I hit rock bottom at each thrust.

     I grabbed his hips and threw myself into my fucking,
pounding his ass with all my might as I rode this guy like a
cowboy.  He grunted and moaned in appreciation, bucking with me
until we were literally a blur.

     With little warning, the lava in my cock began to flow deep
within his bowels, bathing the hot rippling flesh with warm
creamy spunk.  I blasted several big shots and withdrew, shooting
the rest all over his asscheeks. As I calmed down, I bent down
and licked his ass clean, rimming the entrance to his ass,
tasting my semen mixed with his musky goo.  I flipped him over
and sat right down on his cock, bouncing up and down until he was
digging his fingernails into my arms.  I knew he must be close,
and true to form, he shot his hot load with great force up into
my ass.  I slid up and down on his pole as he shot, relishing in
the squishy pleasure we were both experiencing.  I slowed as I
felt the last spurt shot inside me and allowed his cock to find
its way back to the outside.  I laid down atop him, and we kissed
deeply, rolling around on the bed.

               Panting and with hearts racing, we drew apart and laughed. 
"Had I known you were this good, I would have never left this
building, stud!" Ted said to me.

     "Well, I'm always here, always horny, and always willing," I
said with a wink.  "Come back any time."

     Ted left shortly thereafter, after planting a few more
kisses my way, and I sat down at my desk and returned to my
studies.

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