I’d had an argument with my bitch of a wife over her bully of a dad’s constantly badmouthing me and calling me a wimp. Then, at work my boss, an aggressive, demeaning woman whose favorite management technique was public humiliation, had called me out without warning in our morning staff meeting for missing a typo in 1500 flyers. They were going to have to be reprinted as an expensive rush job. I was feeling rebellious and worthless. As I was sitting back at my desk I was seething as I browsed one of my favorite gay porn blogs on my phone. I was seized by the idea of visiting my favorite men’s room on the nearby campus. It was situated in the basement of a classroom building between the student union and the main athletic training facility. In the summer, there would be less traffic, and that made that bathroom an ideal tearoom.
When I got there I was already half hard, and I was pleased to see that while the stalls were unoccupied but there were two jock types hanging around trying to act casual. Both looked like they had huge packages, and I winked at them both as I made my way to the roomier handicapped stall, unzipped and sat. This was no glory-hole, which I liked because I preferred to be able to look the owner of hard cock in my mouth in the eye, and I got off on the danger of being discovered or recognized. That and the big stall also had room for fucking or could hold more than two guys if it came to that. The first student stud came in a bit hesitantly. He looked to me like a big blonde freshman, new on campus, perhaps a member of the baseball team. He was unsure what to do, so I reassured him as I pulled his package towards my face and pulled down his shorts. He was free-balling, which I love, and already had a huge hard-on. Young and hot as he was, I thought there was a chance I could get him to come fast, and then get a quick second load from him. Sure enough his cock felt like it was the size of a cannon as it slid between my lips and within 30 seconds he was groaning as he grabbed the back of my head and poured cum in my mouth and down my throat. Not very romantic, but that wasn’t the point. I made a show of swallowing all but a little, which I let leak out on my chin while I looked him in the eye and winked. He started to pull away, but he was still hard so I tugged back gently and started to suck again. That, the cum display, and his basic horniness won him over and I was soon blowing him again. This time I gave him a questioning look as I started to slide a hand behind his balls towards his ass. This is a delicate trick because a lot of newbies are ignorant or shy about ass play, though they usually learn. I think that was the case here, but anyway he let me continue and I slowly was able to work a curved pre-lubed finger in behind his prostate. Don’t know if he’d had that before, but I was pretty sure he would want it again. I was able to delay his next explosion for five minutes but hormone filled kid that he was, he blew an even bigger load the second time. I shot on the floor as I imagined him fucking his girlfriend wildly tonight, her never knowing that he was reliving his gross infidelity in his head. I hopped he pictured my face and dreamt of my ass as he fucked her hard.
Of course he was in a rush to get away due to embarrassment and guilt, but I was used to that, though after sucking two big loads, a thanks would have been nice, but so it goes.
The next guy pushed by him, in as much of a rush to get to me as the first kid was to get out. He was also an athlete, probably a defensive lineman, and black. I’ve never known if race had anything to do with cock size, but the fact that this guy looked like he was about 300 pounds of almost pure muscle might have had something to do with it, but whatever the reason, he was hung like a horse. He was also more experienced and more aggressive and in fact we knew each other, not by name but by function and previous encounter. He whipped out his thick drain pipe of a cock and mentioned that he’d gotten super hard hearing the previous kid call me names and groaning while getting blown. He also said that he had not had a chance to shower since he lifted weights and so his package might be dirty and sweaty. That did it for me, I was instantly hard as hell because I love that sweaty, smelly shit. He knew it would be a turn on, and guessed correctly that I would try like hell to deep throat him at least temporarily.
So I got to work, and with the application of a lot of spit I managed to work him all the way down my throat so that my nose was buried in his pubic hair, which sure enough stank of sweat, piss, pussy and cum. I loved it, and wondered what his girlfriend, or more likely fuck bunny would think if she saw him and me now. This guy was really hot, and in a way that made me suspect he might be on steroids or some other PED. Pretty stupid form a health point of view, but no doubt good for my purposes. I quickly shoved three fingers up his ass, which I knew from before he’d like, and was alternating between a complete balls to chin deep throat with more shallow sucking and hand work while I caught my breath. After about 10 minutes, he started to grunt rhythmically and I felt his cock swell, so I jammed it down my throat again and held my breath while massaging his cock with my tongue and throat. He erupted in four huge jets then as I pulled back more dribbled out. It was delicious. He patted me on the head, briefly said thanks, as he zipped up and then left. On his way out he said that I should lube up and be ready next time, he wanted to split my ass open.
That got me hard so I sat there stroking off one last time, reliving the experience in my head. As I was finishing, I heard the stall next to me open, and the guy I didn’t realize was there climbed down from the toilet and walked around into my stall. He was playing on his phone which he quickly turned to show me had a pretty complete recording of my cock-sucking binge taken from the top of the partition. He explained that he was a private detective hired by my wife and boss, who had set this morning up including faking the flyer typo, thinking I might react this way I did. He then put down the phone and pulled out his coke can thick cock and said that he didn’t much like his clients and he had some sympathy for me, but he had to get something for his time. I started to offer cash when he laughed and waved his hard shaft at me. He said that after this morning, he wanted payment in a different form. He pointed at his still dry cock and demanded that I get to work. I looked at him and said ok, but would he consider plunging his foot-long in my butt and lubricating my ass with his cum? Turns out, he was very willing and even better good at that. He also was able to add another hardcore amateur gay video to his collection.
Later on, my boss looked like she was going to choke when I gave her a copy of his card along with my proof copy of the flyer showing it was correct. She made made an apology to the group, and nothing more was said about it.