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I was sitting in my computer science class, listening to an incredibly boring description of bits, bytes, etc. This was the eighties, where Windows and PCs were still a novelty, so we were being "sold" on the career benefits of learning Fortran and Cobol. Whatever. I wasn't listening anyway. There were only two things on my mind: a guy named Gary sitting next to me, and my stomach, which was threatening to toss up the light lunch I had eaten.
I was 19 then, and, at least back in those days, I was a good-looking guy. Standing about 6'2" tall, weighing in at about 170, I had a swimmers build, with dark hair and emerald green eyes. My body was smooth and tanned after a summer at the beach. I had spent last night at a party with some friends...drinking heavily and getting high...smiling and flirting with the girls but not really wanting to "do" anything with them. I spent most of my time watching Gary chase some blonde slut out of the corner of my eye.
Gary is one of those Midwestern beefcake guys: Well-muscled, athletic, football player type. We'd known each other since high school, but had never been good friends. Then we ended up in the same college, and started hanging out more. He was a little shorter than me, but weighed about 210. His body looked like solid muscle, with a thin layer of "fat" between the muscle and skin to give him that beefy look. He didn't have much hair on that bod, but sported a thin mustache that was just a slightly lighter shade of brown than his hair.
So that's the background. Anyway, the teacher is droning on, and I am trying to look at Gary without him noticing. He was wearing tight jeans, and they made a perfect bulge in front. His t-shirt was big, so when he moved his arms I could see through to his pits, and the small mound of brown hair bristling out. I feel my cock getting hard, which is pretty much normal, and started moving around to hide it. Just then, my stomach did another back flip, trying to make me pay for all the rum I drank. I knew then that I had to get out of there, and quick, or I'd blow chunks all over the guy in front of me.
I smiled at Gary, he grinned back, and I snuck out the back of the class and headed for the bathroom. I just made it in the door when I felt my stomach churn, so I broke into a run and made it into the open stall....puking just as I got there. Pretty gross. Well, I was feeling a little better, but I thought that I might as well hang there to make sure, so I stood up, pulled off my pants, and sat on the stool. My thoughts immediately switched back to Gary, and his bulging arms and bubble butt. I was hard again in no time.
Just as I was about to start beating off, I noticed a hole in the stall wall...it was about 2 inches big. There was a guy in the next stall, and I could see his hand between his leg, covering up his dick. I moved up a little so I could get a better view, and saw he had bright red pubes. I'd never been with a guy before, so the only guys I had seen naked were in the locker room, and none of them had red hair. And I'd never been in a bathroom with a hole in the wall. My life was opening up before my very eyes.
I noticed that he began moving his hand, but he was being very subtle. I couldn't tell if he was playing with his cock, or just scratching his balls. I reached down and held my cock down just like him, thinking that maybe he was just using the bathroom. I didn't want to get busted and I sure as hell didn't want anyone to think I was a "fag".
Then I could see him lean towards the hole, looking through at my hand covering my cock. He leaned back a little, and started to rub his hand back and forth...a little more deliberately, but still not enough to look like he was jacking off. I leaned towards the hole a little more, and he must have seen me, because he started to stroke his cock, although still not letting me see it. I followed his lead, stroking my rock hard tool discretely while peeking at him. He leaned over towards the hole again, then leaned back as if reclining, and moved his hand away so I could see his cock standing fully erect, poking out from his red haired pubes and red hair covered balls.
I was so excited... I had dreamed of another man's cock since puberty, and here was one no more than two feet away from me. I started stroking my dick, and he leaned forward again to watch me. We positioned ourselves so we could stroke our cocks and watch each other. I felt my balls tighten, and my body tense, and knew I was getting close to cumming, when the bathroom door opened up and freaked me out. We both adjusted ourselves so it would seem like we were just going to the bathroom.
This guy took his time, but finally finished peeing and left the john. After he left, I looked through the hole and didn't see that beautiful cock. Suddenly, I noticed a red haired leg coming under the stall. I reached down and gently touched it, an electric thrill running through my body and ending at the tip of my throbbing cock. He moved forward more, until his dick was completely under the stall. It must have been 7 inches long! I touched it gently with my finger tips, and ran my fingers up and down his shaft. I ran my fingers through his red pubes, and cupped his balls. I could hear him moaning, and as I gently started stroking his cock, I could hear his moaning get louder. I watched his cock throb as I stroked it, and watched him rock his hips...slowly fucking my hand. I could see his balls tense, and he let out a loud moan and started shooting. I could feel his cock harden as his cum raced down his cock and shot straight up in the air, landing back on those red pubes. It seemed like he came forever. I moved my hand to my own cock, and it took about two strokes before I shot my wad, blowing it all over his cock and pubes. Then he gently moved back under his stall, wiped off his cock, and left.
I sat on the toilet pondering this new development. Somehow I knew I'd be spending a disproportionate part of my time in that bathroom from now on. I was doing some agonizing soul searching....was I gay, or bi-sexual? Would I ever see that red-head again ? (I didn't). About that time I heard the door open again and looked at my watch. Shit...I had missed the whole class! I could see a guy walk by my stall and go into the next one...I felt my body tense and my cock tingle at the thought of another guy jacking off! This guy entered the stall and carefully wiped off the seat. The shoes looked familiar, and I saw part of his t-shirt through the hole. Then it dawned on me....Gary was in the next stall! I was excited as hell...maybe I'd get to see his cock...or at least his pubes. But I was scared too...I couldn't be too obvious in case he got pissed and found out it was me.
I leaned forward so I could watch him. He slowly unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. He was wearing black briefs, and there was a noticeable bulge in the front. My cock was already at attention.
Then he moved his briefs down to just above his knees and sat down, so his briefs blocked the view of his cock. I don't think I'd ever been that disappointed before! I watched him for a bit, and was curious because it didn't sound like he was going to the bathroom. I noticed him moving forward, so I leaned back a little and put my hand in my crotch to cover my rock hard cock. There was a shadow growing near the hole..he was looking through! I gently moved my hand a little, in that subtle way I learned no more than half an hour ago. The shadow vanished, so I moved forward to peek, and I saw Gary lowering his briefs to his ankles. As he leaned back, I could see his cock...it was perfect, dangling loosely over his balls, still not erect.
I began stroking a little more obviously, and could tell he was watching. I took a risk and leaned forward, and looked through to find Gary openly stroking his cock. It was beautiful...more beautiful than I imagined. About 6 inches long, but really thick, with sexy veins bulging from the shaft. He moved forward and looked through the whole and saw me whacking off in full form. I couldn't believe I was masturbating with Gary! Suddenly I noticed him moving, and I felt a hand on my leg. I moved down and stuck my cock under the stall just like the other guy had done to me. I felt Gary's hands on my legs, riding up to my crotch. He gently grabbed my cock and started stroking it, using his other hand to play with my balls. I'd never been as hard as that...it felt so good to have his hand on my cock. He knew just the perfect way to stroke it. I was in ecstasy, enjoying every minute, when he suddenly stopped. I was about to move...I figured maybe he wanted a turn...when I felt his lips on my cockhead. He slowly moved his mouth down my shaft. I could feel his warm wet mouth closing around my dick, and I could feel his tongue playing with my head. I knew I couldn't take much of this even though I wanted it to last forever.
He moved his head up and down rhythmically, and I felt my body tense up. I could feel my balls tighten as I got ready to blow, and then I reached that point of no return. I moaned loudly and said under my breath "I'm cumming" and felt my body break into spasms of ecstacy. He moved his mouth off my cock and stroked it, watching me shoot my load all over his stall. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming as I blew that load. After what seemed like an eternity, I finished shooting and gently moved back under the stall. To my surprise, Gary was standing up and pulling up his pants, like he was in a rush to leave. I wiped off my cock and tried to stand, but my legs were too weak..and were tingling.
I heard his stall door open, and I managed to get out of my stall just as I heard the bathroom door close behind Gary. I recovered and walked to catch up to him, but I couldn't find him...he had vanished.
Bummer. Well, there was no way I was going back to class now...I figured I'd head home and swing by Gary's. I wonder if he knew it was me in the next stall? I went straight to his house and saw his car there. I knocked on the door..no answer..so I rang the doorbell. I heard him say "who's there?" in a very irritated voice. "It's Mark", I said, and he told me to wait a minute. It seemed to take him a while, and when he answered the door, he was wearing shorts. I could see a bulge in his pants, and knew he had been beating off when I interrupted him. Good.
"I'm kind of busy," Gary said. "Can I catch up with you later?" I looked in his eyes, and said "we have some unfinished business", then looked down at his cock. He looked at me kind of funny, and then moved aside to let me in. I asked where his mom was, and he said she was at work, and he had the whole place to himself. He headed up the stairs to his room, and I followed. He opened the door, and as I walked past him I brushed my hand against his shorts, sliding it over his semi-hard cock. He looked at me in shock...and started to act pissed off. I stood in front of him, and looked into his eyes, and said "it was great seeing you in the bathroom". His eyes bulged in shock, and his mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out. I saw panic, then fear in his eyes, and finally a twinkle, as he must have noticed my smile. Before he could say anything, I kissed him gently. He was stiff for a minute, then I felt him respond. I felt his lips come alive, and felt his passion rising as he began kissing me harder. I felt his mouth open, and our tongues met. I felt like I was floating on a cloud as he slowly maneuvered me towards his bed, never breaking the kiss until we got there.
He pushed me down on the bed, and I sat in front of him, staring at his cock bulging against his shorts. I slowly lowered his shorts and let his cock pop out. Gently I stroked it, watching him moan as he felt my hands on his cock. Then I slowly kissed the tip of his cock, and parted my lips to take that whole bad boy in my mouth. He moaned loudly as I sucked his dick, bucking his hips and fucking my face. I could smell his sweaty balls, and taste his cock....a first for me on both counts...and they got me so hot.
We frantically took off our clothes and hopped on the bed. He began kissing me, and got on top of me. I could feel his hard body on top of me, his cock rubbing against mine, humping me like I was a chick. He was in complete control and I loved it. I wrapped my legs around him, and my arms too, and fucked him back in perfect rhythm. His lips met mine, then moved down to my ears, and neck. I could feel his body tense, and the movement get more urgent. I could feel his hard cock against me, and I could tell I was going to cum.
He went first...I felt his whole body go hard as it pressed against me...straining with passion, and he let out a primal scream as he shot his load. I could feel his cum on my stomach, and I exploded myself.
I gripped my legs around him as tightly as I could and we moaned in each others ear as we shot our loads together.
Afterwards, we laid there for a few minutes, then got cleaned up and I went home. For the next week, Gary avoided me, and then when he didn't show up for class, I called and his mom said he had moved to live with his father in Oregon. I never saw him again.