The Locked Door - Sex Stories

The Locked Door

I had just returned to the Wisconsin campus from a trip to Florida. It was fucking cold again but on the plus side I couldn't stop looking at how sexy my tan was. Every time I was in front of a mirror I pulled up my shirt and tugged down on my pants to see where the smooth toned curves of my torso ended and the white Wisconsin winter of my Speedo line began. As I walked into the student center to use the pisser, just ahead of me walked in the slender boy with the striped back pack. We had made eye contact on occasion throughout the campus. He would catch me doing a full scan from top to bottom. His slender tender muscles pushing away any notice of belly. Pure muscular torso. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me from below when I ascended the stairs to the cafeteria. His eyes traced each turning curve as I made my way up the stairs. Now, he was heading toward the bathroom too, but walked slower. His black hair shaded his eyes and his brown leather belt rode just above his plump twink ass. I wondered if he was always this proper? Where was the little dip on his backside which separated his back from the entrance to his tight hole? I hurried in front of him and caught his hazel eyes. He ducked a bit and I smirked. He slowed down even more when he realized we were going to the same place for the same reason. Or were we? There was a mirror in there and I knew I would have to check myself out again. I got in and I scurried to a stall. I wanted to use the urinal but if I used ...

... the stall it would be easier to corner him on his way out. The urinal was on the other side toward the back of the bathroom wall. He walked in just as the stall door closed. I heard a click and wondered if he had locked the door. When I unzipped and let my piss flow, I made a small moan to grab his attention. Get him curious or maybe aroused or just plain old weirded out. All I knew was I wanted him to think about me holding my dick and moaning. So I made another grunt as the last bit of dribbles left me. When I turned around and opened the stall door I peeked at the mirror. I couldn't believe it. His pants were around his ankles and he had his face turned back towards me. His small lips were gaped with a small smirk. I looked down to his crotch to see him stroking his semi-hard cock. A trimmed bush flourished from his waistline. His cock filled his hands and it looked like he needed a little help. Just as I started to move forward and drop down he said in a thick deep voice, “That's what I thought dirty boy.” He grinned and took his shirt off. I rubbed my cock warmed hands down his smooth ribs bringing them in toward his thick crotch. I pulled his briefs down and dipped down to my knees to wrap my mouth around his dripping hard dick. “How does that taste naughty boy?” He started humping my mouth driving his dick deep in my throat. I didn't choke, I took every thrust willingly. His hands tugged against the back of my head. His dick was salivating with a cum that tasted like he ...