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through on these proposals - that one fairly short line mentioned the current day and time: “curious? I’ll satisfy you Thursday at 2pm if you are ready to satisfy me too. I’ll be next door”.

I had no intentions of really getting started with someone else in the bathroom, but I was so horny I could hardly stand it, and slowly and quietly began stroking while I took in the artwork, and imagined myself following the instructions accompanying the cock drawing. Step one, “make sure you look up at me”, for some reason was amazingly hot to me right then, and I imagined looking up submissively past a growing cock, at the face of a man I was about to please. I didn’t have any people in particular in mind - I never tied my fantasies to any particular individual - but I usually pictured the man I was fantasy-fucking as either a younger guy with a boyish face, or an older, confident man with a touch of gray in his hair. It was the older guy I was imagining now, smiling down at me encouragingly as I prepared to give him my mouth virginity. Yes, despite my dozens of mind-blowing gay orgasms, the only guy who’d ever been around when I came was me.

I was being so quiet I began to tune in the sounds from the next stall. Deep audible breathing, and that unmistakable skin-on-skin rhythm of a hand on a cock. My neighbor was also jerking off! Not exactly surprising; based on the graffiti in there, I was hardly the only person to use that stall for that purpose. Still, for some reason it struck me as wild that some stranger was in there stroking himself just like I was (well, a little louder, but mostly the same). I began to wonder if he was one of the tops I anonymously fantasized about, or if he, like me, was jerking off picturing himself as a warm, wet treat for another man. For a couple more minutes, we sat separated by a thin metal wall and did our thing.

I must not have been as quiet as I thought I was, because the rhythmic sounds from next door stopped, and a tentative voice said “It’s 2pm. Thursday, I mean. Did you see my note?”

I froze, ice creeping through every vein. I immediately chose the coward’s way out and stopped moving, stopped even breathing, and waited for this awkward moment to pass.

“If you’re not interested, just say so, I just thought I heard you in there and I was hoping it was because of my note and my instructions about what to do for my cock”

Oh man. I had, in fact, been stroking myself picturing myself following those directions…”no matter which hole you please me with, remember the three W’s: Warm, Wet, and Welcoming” along with some more details about what he liked, how much friction was perfect, and that he liked a little dirty talk.

I continued to play possum, but I noticed that despite my icy terror, my cock remained as hard as it had been while I was still stroking it in the illusion of total privacy. Absentmindedly, I put my hand back around it and tried to quietly continue my search for pleasure. He heard.

“Oh, a shy one. That’s exciting! Is this your first time?”

Unsure of what was coming over me, I heard myself say “kind of”, confused about the right answer (I’d never, ever, ever actually interacted with another human while jerking off, but I’d cum in these stalls more times than I could count). My voice came out a terrified croak.

“You sound nervous. I get it. Listen I don’t want to make this uncomfortable especially since it sounds like your first time, and this should be fun. If you want me to shut up and leave you alone, just say ‘no’ and I will go back to pleasuring myself. I hope this doesn’t bother you, but if we go that way I will be imagining what you look like and picturing us together. I’ll make it easy for you if you’re curious…just don’t say anything, and I’ll come over and say hi”

A horrifying moment of silence passed. If I said “no”, things would go back to normal. Otherwise, an actual person was going to possibly walk me through one or more of the million fantasies I’d imagined in this very spot.

I took a deep, calming breath, and - with a hand shaking so bad I almost needed both hands - I slid back the door lock with an audible “click”.

“Oh goody! I promise to respect your boundaries, this should be fun, and it will be!”

Sweat was pouring off me as I heard the sound of pants being hastily pulled up, the stall door unlocking and opening, and finally the creak of my own stall door as my new friend entered and closed it behind him.

I was immediately thankful for two things. First, he was nice-looking, but not stereotypically handsome or pretty in any particular way. Nice short brown hair, light brown eyes that were full of excitement, and generally nice features including an infectious enthusiastic grin. His body was also nice - somewhat athletic-looking but not something you’d necessarily notice walking across campus. He’d pulled his pants up but not fastened them, and the button and zipper on his jeans were open, revealing the top of clean blue briefs, straining to hold his still-mostly-erect cock. I tried not to stare - years of conditioning made me instinctively try not to visibly look - but under the circumstances I looked a little harder than normal. I was still terrified, but I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement that I’d be looking at it uncovered before long.

The second thing for which I was thankful was I was fully confident that I had no idea who this guy was. It hadn’t occurred to me until he entered my stall that it might be someone I knew, or someone I saw on the bus once in a while, or frankly anyone who knew who I was. Relief washed over me as I determined that he was, in fact, a complete stranger.

His gaze fell into my lap, and his grin deepened and one of his eyebrows raised. Oh. Right. He’d pulled up his pants to walk over but mine were still around my ankles, and my erect cock was pointing right at him. Instinctively - as ridiculous as it was under the circumstances - I reached down and tried to cover myself with my hands.

His eyes sparkled. “Wow, you ARE a shy one! Would it help if mine was out too?” He reached down and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and jeans then withdrew them thoughtfully. “Would you rather…be the one?” he took a half step closer. Not that there was much room in that stall (it was an older one and had a little extra room, but it was still cozy), but he was clearly offering to let me pull his pants down. His jeans settled even further down so his entire bulge was now visible. I was embarrassed by how badly my hands were shaking, but he seemed to find it endearing. Without stopping to think, I reached up with two shaking hands (thus revealing my dick again) and, in what is most likely the least romantic pants removal in history, slid his jeans and briefs down as far as his knees.

His cock sprung free and almost hit me in the face. Not because it was massive (it was maybe a bit more than 7” and well-proportioned), but because there was so little room between us, and I was sitting down. He sighed at the feeling of his cock being freed, and I sighed at the sight of my first live erection other than my own. I stared openly now, fascinated by the smooth skin, the faint veins, and the neat removal of pubic hair. His balls were smooth shaved, as was most of his crotch, with just a neat triangle visible above his dick.

He reached out with one hand and caressed my cheek. “I’m not trying to push you, but this seems like your first time and it’s a little like bungie jumping. If you just do it, it’s great. If you wait…it gets way more difficult”. That made sense even though the brain fog I was experiencing, and I reached out and seized his dick with my hand like I was buying it and about to take it home. He started, and chuckled. “Easy, easy…I want that to stay attached”. My face flushed bright red and I tried to think of something to say. “It’s OK, it’s ok…you don’t have to answer, I honestly would rather you…did something else…with your mouth…” he pointed at the picture on the wall, where a stick figure was sucking a man’s dick. For some reason I felt it was important to voice my enthusiasm and I managed to say, just above a whisper:

“I want to”

Not exactly award-winning erotic poetry, but it made me suddenly more confident, and seemed to affect him as well because he made a little sound in his throat and pushed his hips even closer to me.

I’d been blown dozens of times, and watched hundreds more in porn videos, and pictured myself doing it many many times, but this was the first time I’d ever touched another man’s penis, much less with my mouth. Most importantly I remembered to cover my teeth.

I wrapped my lips around the head, which was still quite dry, and slid it a little ways into my mouth, as I relaxed my kung-fu grip on the shaft. Another sigh meant I was doing OK so far. I slid my head forward, slowly, and let my lips wet the shaft as they went. When my lips met my hand, I reversed, and drew my lips back towards the head. Halfway there I remembered to put a little suction on, and this time I got a groan rather than a sigh. Memories of that groan, the first time another man felt pleasure from me, still wake me up with a hardon sometimes to this day. A few more passes, and then I remembered to use my hand too, stroking in opposition to the direction of my mouth.

“That’s…good…” he panted. “Suck…my…cock…”

Those words would normally have produced a very different reaction in me, but right then they coupled with years of submissive fantasies and words on stall walls, and I whimpered with desire. My self consciousness fading with each slurp, I began using my tongue to entertain his head while I was on the upstroke, and added enthusiasm to both my sucking and stroking of his cock.

“Ohhhh fuck yes….you are so good at this” I flushed with embarrassment and pride at these words. “This is amazing…”

I have since come to the conclusion that a lot of his enthusiasm was because it was my first time, and we were in a toilet stall, acting on his invitation, and not because I was a cock-sucking prodigy, but either way he was clearly really getting into it, and that turned me on in ways I’d only previously imagined. Remembering another trick I liked when I was the one getting blown, I looked up with puppy dog eyes at his face while I blew him. His eyes had closed, but when he opened them again and saw me looking, his grin returned, and I suddenly noticed a subtle taste in my mouth that hadn’t been there. Precum! I was tasting precum because I was sucking his cock and he liked it. My nipples hardened until they hurt. He reached down and caressed my cheek again. “This really is fantastic, thank you for this treat” he cooed, and I smiled around the cock in my mouth.

After another minute or so of sliding my lips up and down his shaft, and swallowing precum like it was an antidote, I reached for his smooth balls with my free hand. He pushed it away.

“Wait…wait…I’m getting close and I want us to be protected” he pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, and fished through his jeans pockets until he came up with a condom. The sight of that condom snapped be back to reality for a second, and it occurred to me that I was having sex, with a stranger, in a bathroom stall. I leaned back and assessed my situation a little more thoroughly.

“I know, I know” he said apologetically as he tried to rip the rapper. “Just a second”

How that day would have finished if he hadn’t been using Lifestyles, I don’t know. What I do know is that Lifestyles was my favorite brand, and I had actually put one on a carrot once to use as a makeshift dildo, and it was for some reason always the brand I pictured getting fucked with, when I imagined a condom involved. He no doubt wanted to put it on so he could cum “in” my mouth safely, but to my brain, the fact that he pulled out a Lifestyles brand condom meant I was going to live out another of my fantasies right here in the stall. I stood up.

His eyes widened, no doubt thinking we were done before he finished, then narrowed when I just started looking around. He quickly realized I was trying to picture a comfortable position to get fucked in the ass. A question occurred to me. “Do you have…you know…” for some reason I couldn’t say it.

“Lube? We can use spit if that’s OK, it works fine” he implored, trying not to let this sudden opportunity fade. He had clearly figured he’d cum in my mouth, we’d toss the condom, and that would be that, and the prospect of deflowering me ignited a new passion in him.

“Mine?” I asked innocently, picturing myself sucking his wrapped cock and getting it slippery

He actually kissed me then - the only time our lips met - and grinned. “Ours” he assured me. “You get it started and I’ll finish”

I sat back down on the toilet while he unrolled the condom over his stiff dick, then went back to sucking it. I can’t say I liked the rubbery taste, or the feeling of the pointless spermicide, but soon enough it was just a warm cock in my mouth, and I tried to get it as wet as I could.

“OK stand up” he commanded, and I obeyed. With his hands on my shoulders, he turned me to face the wall, then pushed me over until I was presenting to him. “You can put your hands on your knees or the back of the toilet, whatever’s more comfortable” I tried my knees but quickly switched to the toilet. He knelt behind me, giving one muscular cheek a warm kiss while he was down there. “Lift up your right foot, you don’t want stuff all over your pants”. I raised my right foot obediently, and he slid my pants and underwear off then rotated them to the side, so anything that dripped off my asshole would hit the floor and not my clothes. I had a moment of panic that he’d try to eat my ass - I had not showered that day and was a little self-conscious - but he stood back up, firmly grabbing my hips with his hands. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. This was years of fantasy coming true, and a man was grabbing my hips to line me up for fucking. His grip tightened a little at my moan.

He never really “spit” on my asshole like you see in porn, he just let saliva dribble out and onto my pink, virgin hole then rubbed it around with a finger. I had to keep stifling moans at each new sensation - his warm spit hitting my pink flesh, his finger rubbing it in, and then one, and then two fingers sliding in and out of my hole, getting it nice and slippery on the inside while he also stretched me out. The idea of bending over and passively letting a man prepare your asshole for fucking is very hot when masturbating, but in person it’s so hot I don’t know how I didn’t pass out.

In all my graffiti, I tended to refer to my asshole as a cunt, or a pussy, or a boipussy. It just turned me on that much more to think of it as a fuckhole first and a butt second. This guy had obviously been reading my graffiti and jerking off picturing me bent over, just like I’d been jerking off to his and bending over. He growled “Is your pretty pink pussy ready? It feels tight but ready”

I wasn’t sure what the perfect response was, but “it’s ready, please fuck my pussy” was apparently plenty good enough, because the next thing I felt at my entrance was no finger. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt such acute need - before or since - than when I felt that cock head pressing against my hole, trying to penetrate me. In a porno, he’d have slipped right in and fucked me silly, but that would be because the bottom in the porno would be taking his 1000th cock of the year. It took me a few seconds of relaxing and breathing before his glans peeked inside me, and I moaned so loud he actually reached out and covered my mouth. It was another couple minutes of relaxing on my part, and patience on his, before I felt his balls against mine, and the skin of his thighs against my bottom. The feeling was incredible. It was by far the biggest thing I’d even had in there, even at 7+”, both in terms of length and thickness. I’d never had the patience to put something that big inside me, preferring a finger or two, or in some cases a small carrot or brush handle (if you’ve ever been my roommate, your brush has probably been up my ass, sorry about that). The feeling of fullness was indescribable, so much better than I’d imagined, and a thin line of precum oozed out of my own downward-pointing dick.

“OK?” he asked breathlessly. He was eager to fuck me, which was a turnon in itself, and I grunted my approval. Slowly at first, he drew back. The friction on my hole was delicious, and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth in ecstasy. Slowly and deliberately, he reversed direction and pushed back all the way inside me, penetrating my bottom as deeply as he had to start. Again, the friction was so much better than any simulation I’d ever managed that I just closed my eyes and let it happen. The feeling of being filled again was somehow even better than it had been at first. I could feel precum dribbling out and was glad my underpants were out of the way.

After a few nice, slow strokes, he started to pick up the pace and really fuck me. Still not a pounding by any means, but there was no question that this rhythm was fucking, not just sliding in or out. His grip on my hips tightened, and I tried to keep quiet despite my discovery that getting bent over and fucked was a million times better than my wildest fantasy. I could feel each inch of his beautiful dick pushing me open and penetrating me, using my bottom as a fuckhole. As quietly as I could, I panted “oh fuck that’s so good…oh fuck thank you that’s so good…oh please fuck me” barely above a whisper, and he complied, going a little faster and really pushing as deep inside me as he could, causing a little slapping sound as he banged into my ass cheeks.

The whole experience was mind-blowing, but I started to feel the friction build until it was bordering on unpleasant. I was about to say something when my experienced lover let some more spit drip on my spread hole, and once again I was getting effortlessly and deliciously fucked, bent over in a bathroom stall.

We were in our 20s, so I guess it’s a miracle it lasted as long as it did. His raspy whisper “I’m close…play with yourself if you want to cum” reminded me I had my own cock in addition to the tight pink cunt we’d been focusing on. I gripped my dick and tried to stroke in time with him, but like I said, we were in our 20s and fucking hard. After a couple more amazing thrusts into my bottom, and a couple awkward tugs on my dick, we both groaned our climax. He spurted his love into the Lifestyles rubber in my ass, I sprayed mine all over - some got in the toilet but plenty didn’t. He pulled his softening dick out and got the rubber off, I stayed bent over for a sec, still catching my breath and wrapping my head around the fact that I’d just been fucked in the ass in a bathroom stall, and loved it.

I had no idea how to part ways after something like this, but again the experience of my first lover was sufficient. “Wow. Thank you, that was amazing..” his pause was clearly my opportunity to agree. I remembered being on that side with girls and I chuckled inwardly that now I was the one who bent over and took the dick, and my opinion of the fucking was being queried.

“So much better than I…I mean it was fantastic, I never….thank you, thank you so much” I stammered, hoping I was making clear just how well I felt I’d been fucked.

He beamed. Men love to hear that someone they dicked down enjoyed it, and I clearly had. “Great! I’ll toss this” he motioned with the full condom “and walk out, you wait a couple minutes then exit”. Without another word, he exited the stall, I heard the condom hit the trash, the water run as he washed his hands, and then the door opened and closed and I was alone with my pants down, my hole stretched, and cum everywhere. One look at the mess and I decided that I’d leave it for the custodian. Gross maybe, but I had no intention of sticking around on my hands and knees scrubbing my jizz with the see-through toilet paper they stocked. I wiped my leaky dick with said TP, flushed it, pulled my pants over my no-longer-virgin bottom, and left. I thought about washing my hands, but my fear of someone knowing I’d gotten dicked down and cum from it had returned, and I figured I could tend to hygiene later.

It was a couple weeks before I went back to “that” bathroom to jerk off, and I never saw my lover again, but I still remember it to this day. If you’ve never taken a nice cock inside you, I give it two thumbs up. Highly recommend.

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