The hour hand shifted over to cover the 12, and with one last reminder of the impending coursework deadline, Mr Reeve dismissed the lecture group. Marc grabbed his bag from under the desk and ran for the door - he had about 5 minutes to cover the usual 10 minute journey to the tube station, and then about 30 minutes to cover the usual 45 minute journey back home.
He could not be late, not this time. His ex, Nick, was calling long distance from Australia. The last two times they had arranged to talk, Marc had fucked up, arriving home late - Nick had got really pissed off the last time, and questioned Marc's friendship. The two had separated when Nick got a placement working at a nature reserve in Australia, but had agreed to keep inn contact until he returned after a year. Marc already had reason to feel guilty - he had fucked 4 different guys since Nick left 2 months ago, getting caught up in the excitement of being single again. Nick had no idea, but had already voiced some suspicions in the online conversations which they regularly had.
Marc ran down the stairs from his lecture theatre, turned a corner, and ran right into a guy walking in the opposite direction. They both went flying, the stranger's folders flying up into the air
Andrew closed the door of the toilet cubicle behind him, dropped his bag to the floor, and placed his work folders on top. He pulled his jeans down around his ankles and sat down on the toilet, leaving the lid down - he had no intention of using the toilet for the purposes it was intended for! He lifted his t-shirt over his head, revealing his slim but muscular body. He rubbed his nipples with his left hand, making them stand erect, while with is right hand he reached into his boxers and began to play with his already stiffening cock. Before long, he had pushed the boxers down to his ankles and, lying back against the wall, started to wank his cock properly. At 9 inches, Andrew was lucky enough to be able to get both of his hands onto his cock, massaging the full length. Every now and then, he used his left hand to squeeze his low hanging, hairless balls. After about 5 minutes of hard jerking, he stopped, reached into his bag, and pulled out a porn mag. He opened it up to his favourite page, which was covered in dried cum stains. In the main picture, an 18 year old skater boy was eating his own load of cum. Andrew was a self-suck fetishist, and most of his wank sessions involved self-sucking. Placing the picture in front of him, Andrew went at it again, jerking his long, thick cock until he began to feel the early signs of orgasm building within him. He stopped after a few more strokes, and waited for the feeling of impending orgasm to ebb away. Then, as his cock began to go limp, he took it in his hand again, wanked for about a minute to get it hard again and then, holding his cock in an upright position, began to lean forward, slowly. His lips lowered down toward his throbbing cock head, his mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. He opened his mouth and swallowed the first inch of his cock. This was always the easy bit. Then, slowly but surely, he lowered his head down until he had about half of his cock in his mouth. This was the most he could ever manage, but it was more than enough. He began to give himself head, licking around his moist purple cock head, licking the piss slit. At the same time, he wanked the remaining 4 or 5 inches of his cock. Very quickly, he felt the orgasm building within him once again. This time, he didn't stop it. His cock throbbed with greater intensity, his balls tightened, his body arched so that another inch or so slid into his hungry mouth, and then gob after gob of hot, creamy cum shot into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He shot about 8 or 9 times, and the cum began to dribble out of his mouth and down his face. Andrew sat up, satisfied, and began to clean himself up.
Marc sat up, apologising immediately, and grabbing some of the folders to give them to the other guy, who was picking himself up off the floor. As Marc picked up one of the folders, a magazine slipped out. He saw the title, "Self-sucking Queers", and immediately looked up towards the other guy. He was busy picking up some of his other stuff, and hadn't noticed Marc's discovery. Marc slid the magazine back into the folder and handed it to the other guy. "Sorry mate, didn't see you there", Marc apologised, "I shouldn't have been running". For the first time, Marc had a good look at the other guy. Tall, with an athletic looking build, long dark hair, with blonde highlights, green eyes to die for, and a cute, smiling face which made Marc's heart skip a beat. "Look", he said, sensing an opportunity, "let me get you a drink, to apologise. I know a little place just round the corner that does a great Mojito." The other guy seemed to mull the proposal over in his head for a moment, and then, with another flash of that gorgeous smile, replied: "Sure, why not?".
Andrew sat up, and began to gather his stuff that had fallen to the floor. He saw that the other guy was heading to pick up his blue folder, so he turned around to collect the others. When he turned back, the other guy was holding the folder out towards him. As Andrew took the folder, the other guy began to apologise: "Sorry mate, didn't see you there, I shouldn't have been running". As Andrew listened to these words, he found himself scanning the stranger in front of him; tall, athletic build, short-ish dark hair, blue eyes, and a day's worth of beard growth - Andrew immediately saw a resemblance to Andy Roddick, and he felt his cock stir in response. He couldn't help but smile as he gazed into those dreamy blue eyes. "Look", the other guy said, a slightly flirtatious smile on his face, "let me get you a drink, to apologise. I know a little place just round the corner that does a great Mojito." Andrew had an image of getting fucked by this cute guy, and he had to clear his mind quickly to avoid getting an erection. This opportunity was too good to miss - ""Sure, why not?".
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