Bathroom Boys
It was Christmas break here at The University of Texas at Austin. Although it was December, central Texas looked more like spring... the sun was shining warmly and the sky was a brilliant blue. I was working only half-days (skeleton crew) since the university was shut down for two weeks. On my way home I noticed a young man in the car next to my Jeep while we were stopped at the light. He appeared to be readjusting himself, oblivious to the fact that my high-riding vehicle afforded my a great view of the kid. I say kid because he was driving something of a family car--a Ford Taurus or something similar--probably belonging to his parents. As the light turned green he glanced over at me and smiled. As luck would have it, the next light a block away was red, and so I got to look again at this cutie still moving his hand around his crotch. For the next three lights this continued, until I made my right. However, I come to the next light and saw that the teenager had made the block. He drove on into campus and I followed. He pulled into and parked in the big dorm parking lot which was almost vacant; I pulled a couple of spots over, facing him. We exchanged glances for a few minutes... I wasn't sure how to get down to the deed. I figured "What the hell, I'll go for broke," and started my Jeep. I pulled out of the lot slowly, making sure that he was following (he was). Knowing that the campus was practically deserted, I drove down the campus road and stopped in front of the classics building. I had had a class there once, and knew where the bathrooms were. I went inside of the dark, empty hallway and went into the men's room when I was certain that there were footsteps behind me. I stood nervously at the urinal as my new friend walked in. Stopping at a urinal a few feet away, the youngster popped open his 501s, pulled down the waistband of his striped boxers, and exposed a beautiful--and erect--penis. I just stared at the boy... curly brown hair and green eyes, wearing an oversized cable knit sweater and Birkenstocks. I moved over closer to him and he turned to face me--or to point his hardon at me. I took the meat into my mouth, savoring the smell of his pubic hair and balls. I moved down and began kissing, then licking his smallish post-pubescent balls. The hair was soft and scarce, bringing a lot of attention to his vascular member. He moved his hands to either side of my head and started thrusting his hips so that his dick filled my mouth completely. Being a 40-year-old who's been giving head for about 25 years, I was able to bring the lad home in short time. I drank up every drop of his wonderful sweetness. I stood up, straightened up my rumbled clothing and walked to the door. I turned to the boy I hadn't even spoken to and saw him there in the sunlight-filled room, still with his jeans and underwear around his ankles on the floor and his head thrown back with his eyes closed. "Damn, I'm good," I thought to myself as I walked out of the restroom to the building's exit. As I started my Jeep, the young man walked out of the place and over to his car. He waved as I pulled away and down the road. What a great break in the afternoon.
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