Lately, I've been spending a lot of time in the library on campus. And not because I'm studying, either. I discovered a whole new subject that fits in perfectly with my obsession with sex in general and men in particular. I remember the first time I went there. I was reading the writing on the shithouse wall: SHOW COCK—GET SUCKED. I'd seen that expression before but thought it was only a joke. I thought the toilet paper rack was broken when it slipped off the screws. Lo and behold, there was a big hole in the wall and I could see into the other stall. I was about to leave when I heard the restroom door squeak open and a guy came into the stall next to me and dropped his pants. I don't think he noticed me right away. I couldn't see his face in the position he was in, only his naked smooth thighs. My cock sprang to attention. The guy in the stall next to me started rubbing the huge mass of meat that hung between his thighs. With long, slow strokes he kneaded his fat uncut cock until it became engorged with blood and was hard as a rock. I wasn't sure that he knew I was watching him. I mean, I knew what it was like to be a horny college student with a perpetual hard-on. For quite a while I'd been ducking into toilets whenever I needed to and whacking off and I figured that I wasn't unique in that respect. But I'd always done it furtively and in private. I couldn't stop myself now. I was so turned on by watching the guy in the next stall pull his foreskin that I reached down and began to stroke my own prick. Suddenly the guy stood up. I wondered if he was going to freak out because he discovered me watching him beat his meat. He stepped over to the hole in the wall and shoved his cock through it. That startled me. I reached over and touched the fat, shiny cock-head, wrapping my fingers around the veiny shaft. It was hot and throbbed under my touch. I wrapped my hands around its bulk and felt it lengthen as I slowly jacked it. "Suck it, dude. Suck my dick," the guy rasped. I'd never touched another dude's cock before, let alone sucked one. But I'd thought about it a lot lately and this was my big chance. I leaned over, opened my mouth and sucked the huge head inside. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was really nervous but don't think my cock had ever been as hard as it was. I worked my lips up and down the massive dick. It was still rubbery but as the guy thrust forward and rammed it down my throat, it very quickly turned rock-solid. For a brief moment I wondered what would happen if somebody came into the toilet and caught us, with my throat full of his cock. Maybe I'd be arrested for lewd conduct and get thrown out of college. My thoughts didn't, however, stop me from forcing the hot spear of flesh deeper and harder down my throat. The danger of being caught only made the scene hotter. I no longer cared what happened. All I wanted to do was suck on his fat, meaty uncut prick. I glanced up and saw his white-knuckled fingers wrapped around the top of the partition which gripped tighter with each thrust of his cock down my throat. The head was spongy and I could taste the salty pre-cum that drooled out of his cum hole. "Suck it, cocksucker. Keep sucking my dick. I'm gonna cum, you bastard. Gonna fill your mouth with my fucking jizz." It really excited me, the taste and feel of another guy's cock in my mouth. He was talking dirty and calling me names but that didn't stop me. I felt dirty and I wanted to be everything that he called me. I brought my shaking hands down to my own prick. It was burning so hard it actually hurt. I began to stroke it in rhythm with my sucking. The walls echoed with loud, slurping sounds. With each thrust, the guy in the other stall would grunt loudly. I felt like I was going to gag but I didn't care. I sucked like a vacuum cleaner. I wanted to taste his cream. The tension was terrific. My cock pounded in my fist as I stroked it harder and faster. The guy was making a tremendous amount of noise banging his body against the partition. Tears streamed down my cheeks while he relentlessly rammed his prick down my throat. "Here it comes, you motherfucker. Take my load. Swallow my fucking cum!" It was like a fireworks display went off in my head. I gagged on his heavy load. I tried to hold onto the shaft of his dick, but it was pumping so deeply in my throat that I couldn't. It came out of my mouth and shot globs of fuckjuice all over my sweaty but grateful face. I was nervous and didn't stick around. I just pulled up my Levi's, adjusting my prick in an upright position and got the hell out of there. I wiped the cum drops off my face and tasted the delicious salty jizz. I went home but I couldn't concentrate on my school work. I never even saw the other boy's face. That night I dreamed about cocks; nameless, faceless dicks being shoved roughly down my hungry throat. When I woke up my sheets were sticky with cum. The next morning I made a beeline for the john in the library. It was empty but I knew it wouldn't be for long. As I waited, I smiled, remembering the guy the day before. I would never forget the feel of his rod in my throat and how it had shot its hot load all over my face. He was the first, but I knew now there'd be many more.
