Unlike most of my stories, the following story is a work of fiction. It was inspired by and written for Mike. All the usual disclaimers apply. If you are turned on by what I've written, especially if you'd like more and especially if you are Asian, drop me a line... Alex
Another boring study session, you think, as you sit in the student union. The building is pretty crowded today, and you can't help but be distracted by all of the hot guys walking around in shorts, tank tops, or even less. You feel your dick stiffen up a bit as you think about how long it's been since you got some cock...
"Mike? Hey, Mike, wake up!" You realize one of the other students in your study group has been trying to get your attention. You fight to keep your mind on the project.
"Sorry," you say. "I'm just, um, hungry."
"Me too, let's take a break," says one of the other guys at your table.
"Fine, break time. Meet back here in ten minutes. We really need to get this done."
You push back from the table. You weren't lying--you are really hungry, but not for food. Your straight buddies may not know it, but you've quite a horny cockhound! As the rest of your study group drifts off, you wait until the coast is clear, and then you head to the restroom. You've been there before, and you know that it can get really cruisy. Maybe a quick blowjob will help you focus.
You slip into the men's bathroom, almost colliding with another Asian guy coming out. He avoids eye contact with you, but you can't help but notice that he looks a bit flushed. You walk inside and see a cute Black guy at the sink washing his hands. He has a slim but athletic build and killer calves--runner, you think. You can see the outline of his cock snaking down the front of his shorts; it looks like he is semi-hard. You catch his eye in the mirror and smile. He smiles, winks at you, adjusts his cock and then walks out of the bathroom. Damn, you think, I must have just missed the action! You enter one of the stall of the now empty restroom. Immediately you can smell sex, and you see a fresh pool of cum on the ground. Your cock is almost bursting, so you drop your shorts and release it from your briefs. If I can't get any cock, at least I'll get a good jerk off session in!
You start stroking your hard cock, which is already slick with precum. You lean back, enjoying the feeling of your rock hard dick in your hands. The stall is pretty normal for a typically cruisy university restroom. A couple of small peepholes drilled through the walls--most of which have been filled up--a couple of metal plates covering what obviously were much larger holes, and a lot of writing on the walls. Your eyes rove to the graffiti:
"BJ Fall 2009, 2-4" "Hot jock cock here every day" "I want to fuck Asian ass!"
That one really excites you--you have an Asian ass that needs to be fucked! You haven't had cock in your ass in almost two months! As your rub your cock faster, building towards an orgasm, you notice that one of the metal plates only has one rivet in it--all the rest of them have been drilled out. The metal plate is on the wall right above the puddle of cum on the floor. Curious, you reach out with your other hand while still slowly jerking off, and press the edge of the plate. It gives a bit of resistance, but then scrapes against the wall as it rotates on the remaining rivet, exposing a large gloryhole in the stall wall. Unfortunately, you can't see into the next stall, as there is a metal plate on the other side as well, and you can't seem to move it from this side. Ah, well, you think, Not like there's anybody there anymore. You slide the panel back, trying to keep the scraping noise to a minimum.
You look down at the large puddle of cum on the floor underneath the hole in the wall. The jizz is still fairly thick, and you can smell the distinct bleach-like odor. You don't really know whose it is--the Black guy? The Asian guy? Someone else? You are so horny right now, and you don't have much time left, but you are feeling a bit kinky, so you reach down and dip your fingers into the cooling spooge. You gather up a bit, and then you let it drip onto your throbbing cock, mixing with your precum. You start stroking faster as your cock is made even slicker. You again dip your fingers into the puddle and let more cum drip from them onto your cockhead. You feel cum dripping down your cock, down around your balls. You feel a guilty thrill as some stranger's cum is oozing between your legs, and your balls churn as you bring yourself towards the edge. You lean back again and lift your feet slightly off the floor. The droplet of
anonymous seed slowly crawls towards your waiting hole.
Just as a moan begins to escape your lips, you hear the door to the men's room open. You put your legs back down and hear a little "plink" as the droplet of anonymous cum falls from between your legs and into the toilet. You slow down your frantic jerking as the door to the stall next to you opens. Crap, you think, looking at your watch, *it's been over ten minutes already!" You are torn--you need to cum, you need to get back to the group before they come looking for you... and you are sooooo fucking ready to explode!
All you see under the stall is a pair of black converse low tops and blue jeans. The person who just entered the stall unbuttons their pants, but doesn't drop them down very far, and you can't tell if they are here to play or not. You don't hear any noises either way. Whoever it is can't have missed the puddle of cum on the floor, you think. You are stroking again, making a bit of noise--still nothing. Throwing caution to the window, you rotate the metal plate, not caring about the noise. With less then a second's hesitation, you hear the plate rotating on the other side, and then the converse shoes shift position as their wearer pokes his cock through the hole.
The cock is about 7.5 inches long, fairly thick without being a monster, fair-skinned and veiny. You don't miss a beat--this is exactly what you want! Your mouth is instantly on it, and you suck the stranger's cock into your throat. You shift off the seat and waste no time taking it as deep into your throat as you possibly can. You can taste precum already, and start jerking your cock furiously, knowing that you can't hold back your load much longer. You feel the hard dick in your mouth throbbing as you move your head up and down on it. Then you hear a whisper:
"Turn around."
You hesitate for a moment. You have no idea who is in the stall next to you, other than the fact that he is white, and wearing blue jeans and black converse. But your horniness gets the better of you. I'll just let him poke me for a second, and then I will shoot and get out of here, you think. I'm not letting some anonymous guy breed me in a bathroom stall!
You turn around, bend over, and nervously back your ass up to the glory hole. You feel the cock poking through it, and an electric thrill runs from your ass up your spine as the wet cockhead touches your aching pucker. The stranger's cock, covered in your spit mixed with his own precum starts probing your hole, and you feel the tip working inside you. It feels so good! Your fist flies up and down as you jerk your cock, and you bend over a bit more, holding on to the toilet paper dispenser on the other side of the stall. You feel almost sandwiched between the walls as the anonymous cock presses against you harder and harder; but it's no good--you are just too tight to take it without lube. Then you hear another whisper:
"Don't move."
You obey the stranger, slowing down your strokes. Maybe he has a lubricated condom, you hope. You feel his cock pull back from the hole in the wall, and you hear a bit of movement behind you. You hear a strange noise, and then you feel a lubricated finger against your hole, penetrating you. God! It feels so good to have something inside you! You really want cock though, and when the finger withdraws, you feel a shiver of anticipation. You hear the strange noise again, from behind and below you, and then your asshole is suddenly assaulted by something much longer and thicker than a finger! This time, there is almost no resistance as the stranger's cock slams all the way into your ass, and you meet thrust with thrust, impaling yourself on his cock without even thinking about it.
"Oh god!" you cry, as he pulls his cock clear out of your ass and then into you again. The lubricant is working well as he penetrates you again, and again. With one hand you are holding on to the toilet paper dispenser for dear life as he pounds your ass while you jerk your cock furiously. You look down and see the black converse shoes right at the edge of the stall wall, and that's when you notice the puddle of cum that had been on the floor is almost completely gone--only a few smears remain.
Oh my god, you think, is he barefucking me with someone else's cum? You start to reach back to feel his cock just as his cock batters your prostate. You grab on the dispenser again to keep from falling, pinned against the walls. You know what's going to happen now--you are about to be bred by some anonymous guy using another anonymous guy's seed for lube. You've never been so fucking turned on in your life.
"Fuck me!" you growl, giving in to the pleasure in your ass. He obliges, fucking you deeper, faster, harder, and your cock starts spurting jizz all over the stall wall and floor. You clench your ass muscles and suddenly feel his cock pulsing inside you. He slows down his thrusts...
Slower...
Slower...
Stopped.
He waits for a moment, and then he pulls his cock from your butt. He slides the metal plate into place, and then you hear him quickly leave the stall.
Exhausted, and having a very different ache in your ass now--but a much more pleasurable one--you clean up as best you can. You wipe up as much of the cum dripping out of your ass as possible, but you know you've been bred deep. You clean your own cum off the wall, and start to wipe up the floor, but then you change your mind, leaving it for some other horny undergrad to find. You look at your watch, Shit! Five minutes late! You hurry to the exit, checking yourself in the mirror, noticing the freshly-fucked look on your face not unlike that of the other Asian guy you saw earlier. You then walk out of the restroom as casually as you can, making your way back to the group.
You get back to the table and get a couple of annoyed looks, but you aren't the last one to return, so no one gives you much grief. You look around the room, trying to figure out whose cum you have deep in your guts. Everywhere you look, you see guys who have black converse and blue jeans--some undergrads, some grad students, some cute, some only okay. You have no idea who just bred you. The last member of your study group returns--a cute white guy--and apologizes for being late. You do a double-take: blue jeans and black converse!
You catch his eye, and he smiles at you. Was it him? you think. Was it him?
Was it?
If you liked this story, feel free to drop me a line... alex.rohny@yahoo.com.