I was at /college/">college as a mature student; mature being twenty seven. Actually itwas only one day a week for a year and my employer was paying for the course. Itgot me out of the office and into a completely different environment. Thecollege catered for students of all ages, most were late teens, early twenties,and of all races. This was in South London so there was a huge variety ofnationalities attending there. My class was made up of other mature students,mostly married and boring but there was one guy who stood out from the rest.
His name was Jakob, which I first thought was German but he turned out to bePolish. He had been born in London, moved back to Poland and then returned toLondon to work and study for his diploma, sponsored, like me, by his firm ofbuilders. He was nineteen, a bit shy and straight. I learned this in thecafeteria during our second week. By the end of the first term I had learnedvery little else about him, except that he kept himself to himself, never stayedafter class for a drink, and disappeared every lunchtime for about half an hour.I never knew where he went but, as I started to become more interested in him Idecided that I would make it my duty to find out.
Our second term started in the spring and by this time some of the class haddropped out. There were only twelve of us but I was pleased to see that Jakobhad returned. The first week back I tried to make conversation with him and madesure I moved from my usual desk to the one beside him so that I would have moreopportunities to talk to him. From this new position I could also glance at himmore often. But he remained quiet and secretive and we got no further than helloand good bye.
During one lecture, a particularly boring one about health and safetyregulations, I noticed that he had something hidden in his folder. He had thefolder standing up on the desk in front of him so that the lecturer could notsee that he was thumbing through the magazine that was hidden inside. From myplace next to him I could quite clearly see that it was a magazine full ofhard-core pictures of guys and /women/">women getting down to some heavy sex. As heturned the pages he looked up, as if he was listening to the lecture, and thenwould pretend to write something down. He was actually just doodling, but he wasgiving the appearance of being an attentive student.
I rested my elbow on my desk, propped up my head in my hand and pretendedthat I was also making notes. What I was actually doing was giving myself anuninterrupted view of Jakob, and particularly the front of his trousers. He worecombat style army pants, tight around the crotch and top of the legs with baggypockets on the sides. They hugged his slim waist nicely and helped to define thebulge at the front. The bulge was not huge, Jakob himself was only about fivefeet seven tall and a bit scrawny to be honest, but what he lacked in physiquehe made up for in looks. Smooth skin, short black hair and wide, deep eyes thatgrew larger as he continued to gawp at his porno mag as if hed never seen onebefore. And the more he gawped the more the front of his trousers grew. Heshifted his position, bringing one leg up and resting his ankle on his knee.
The lecturer was asking a question and, for a moment, I was distracted. Ianswered him and then wrote something down. When I looked back to the lad nextdoor I caught him pulling his hand away from the front of his trousers, havingjust adjusted himself. I could clearly see the outline of his cock pressing firmagainst the light material of his combat trousers now. It was lying to one side,reaching almost to a pocket and beneath it his balls were making a nice, roundbulge. I wanted to stop time, if it were only possible, get down on my knees andunzip those combats to take hold of the meat that was straining to be let out.But the lesson dragged on, after a while Jakob put his magazine away and paidattention. And after what seemed like an eternity, the lecture finished and wewere let out for lunch.
I noticed that he kept his folder, complete with hidden magazine, under hisarm as he left the room. The rest of the class turned right, towards thecanteen, but Jakob turned left. This, I decided, was going to be the day Idiscovered where he went. I followed at a reasonable distance, my eyes fixedfirmly on the small rounds of his arse. My own cock was still recovering fromthe unexpected turn on before, the front of my briefs was slightly damp and myown balls felt swollen. Once I found out where he went I was going to find acubicle somewhere and jack off while the images of him were still fresh in mymind.
At the end of the corridor he turned left again and climbed the stairs. Otherstudents were coming down in hoards, making their way to lunch before all thetables were taken, but Jakob ignored them. He knew where he was going andnothing was getting in his way. He climbed two floors to the library and wentin. Maybe he was just an avid reader? Maybe he took his porn to the quietrecesses of the library to jack off under the table?
The library was all but deserted. Someone was at work behind the receptiondesk and someone else was studying over by the windows. I paused, pretended Idforgotten what I had come in for, waited to see where Jakob went, and thenfollowed him again. He disappeared behind the furthest row of shelves and, bythe time I got there, had vanished completely. This was a new part of thecollege to me. Id never been in the library before; if I needed books I boughtthem.
There was only one place he could have gone; through a door showing a signfor Gents. Of course! He came up here to the back of beyond to wank himselfover his /straight/straight-porn/">straight porn. Maybe he couldnt do it at home with his parents around?Whatever the reason I was glad he chose somewhere out of the way. The toiletswere silent inside. Three cubicles lined one wall and beside them was one long,steel trough. A couple of old sinks stood opposite and one, high up window, wasshut and dirty. The door to the furthest cubicle was closed and the other twoopen so I guessed he must already have been inside. I slipped into the middleone and was relived to see that it locked.
But now what was I going to do? I heard the rustle of pages next door andknew that he was in there already flicking through his pictures. I looked at thecubicle walls and realised that this was the place to come when you wanted tocum. The graffiti bore testament to many a horny, frustrated student. Apart fromthe crude drawings of spurting cocks and hairy balls, apart from the mobilephone numbers and the dates to meet there was a huge variety of one-liners. Iwant to suck your cock. Just had a new lad in here, only 17, huge prick.Fuck my arse in tights and panties. To mention a few.
I sat down and pressed my ear to the thin, plasterboard wall to hear betterthe sounds from next door. And that is when I noticed the glory hole. It hadbeen gouged out, the edges smoothed off in an almost professional way and thencovered with a piece of tissue. I blew on it, the tissue fell away and I couldsee the floor of the cubicle next door. Resting on the floor was a pair of feetin black boots. Scrunched up around them were a pair of green combat trousersand a pair of white boxer shorts. I leaned further forward and could see hislegs, smooth, almost hairless and, resting on them, his magazine.
I dont know if he had noticed me then, he must have heard me come it but hedidnt stop what he was doing. I could see that his right hand was holding themagazine but I could see no more. The cover was hiding his other hand and theyouthful stunning brunette hussy diana xxxxpv cock he must have been fisting in it. But this view was enough. My cockwas hardening and needed to be let out. I stood, took a risk but didnt care. Istood facing the wall so that if he looked through the hole he would see me, andI slowly unzipped my jeans. I made sure my belt buckle rattled as I undid it andthen slowly slid my own trousers down to the floor. I stood up straight againand fondled my stiffening cock through my shorts, if he was watching me he wouldget a good show. I pulled the waistband down a little to reveal some of my hairybush and cupped my balls through the material of the shorts. My six inches wastenting out at the front and when I pulled my shorts down further it slapped outto freedom, the head damp and sticky, the skin pulled right back. I stood there,wrapping my fist around my bollocks and just showing everything. Everythinghard, hairy and ready for action.
And then I stood back a little and crouched down onto my haunches. Time tosee what he was up to. My face came level with the hole just as he stood up. Isaw his smooth skinned thighs, a neat bush of black hair set against a white,flat stomach and a slender, young piece of flesh hanging semi-hard over ahairless, wrinkled sack. So this is what a nineteen year old Polish cock lookedlike. I wanted to know how it tasted. He was showing it to me proudly and withno shyness now. And he took a step closer.
The pink tip came through the hole, white attractive slutty whore xxxxvie /circumcised/">circumcised and glistening and, after amoments manipulation his /cute/">cute ball sack was through, framed by the wall, justlying there waiting for me. I lent forward, breathed in the scent of his groinand blew gently on the tip of his penis. It twitched, I licked the pre-cum withmy tongue and it twitched again. Slowly I ran my tongue along the shaft until itplayed around his short hairs, then back along underneath until the rim of histip rested on my bottom teeth. I closed my lips carefully around it, formed theminto a circle and held him there while my tongue darted and jabbed at his cockhead. Within seconds he was fully hard. I slid him in so very slowly, savouringthe smoothness, the feel of his warm flesh against my lips, until my nose wasinto his bush and my head was against the wall. I sucked and then slid back, mytongue pressed firmly against the underside of the youthful meat. Again I restedhis head on my teeth and sucked in the juice that was starting to escape.
I put one hand around his balls, cupped them and rolled them around in mypalm as I went down again, still slowly, still teasing him. I heard a slightmoan as I took his whole length to the back of my throat, and another when Ireleased him and started licking his ball sack. I longed for the wall todisappear, so that I could wrap my arms around his slim waist and feel thefirmness of his tight arse in my large hands. I wanted to turn him around, burrymy face in his crack and show him what other pleasures men could endure withmen. But I was also content to taste his young sack, feel his hardness againstmy face and breathe in the scent of lad sweat as I worked his bollocks with mytongue.
And then he was pulling away, his cock slipped back through the hole and Isaw him crouch down. Immediately I stood up, fed my own meat through the holeand pressed myself up against the cold, hard wall. I felt a hand stroke along myshaft as if it didnt know what to do with it. Fingers lightly played the fulllength, turned my cock head inquisitively and then ran through my manly bush ofcoarse hair. I felt his other hand take my ball sack and roll it, as I had doneto him. And then I felt the first breath of warm air against my cock. Soft lipstentatively touched my throbbing end. A wet, soft tongue licked me there andthen my shaft was surrounded by heat. I wished I could have held his head, felthis soft, dark hair in my grip as I pushed myself in. But with the wall betweenus he was now in control. He kept on at my balls as he went down, drawing me infurther until I could feel the back of his throat resist against the meat thatwas trying to get in deeper. I heard him gag, felt him pull back, and then hetried again. As soon as I felt his lips dampen my hair I knew he had taken allof me. His squeezing on my balls quickened and his mouth closed tighter aroundme.
He pulled back quickly, I felt cold air on my cock head for a second and thenit was hot again, plunged to the back of his throat in one deft movement. Againit was released, and again covered as he took me in, drew back, took me in andthen drew back again. He was sliding his throat up and down my shaft in a fasterrhythm now, feasting on it as if hed never tasted a man before and this was hisonly chance. Eagerly he grabbed and pulled at my tightening balls as his mouthworked up and down my shaft. I knew I would not be able to endure this for long.My cock had fattened, somewhere inside I felt the first stirrings and my cockhead started to tingle. I wanted to warn him but there was no way. I tried topull back, I wanted to taste him again, I wanted this to last for a long time,but he had me held fast with his keen, young mouth.
He was beating down on me, using his mouth to wank me off. His mouth feltlike a strong, powerful hand pumping my meat as he swallowed me, sucked, slid meout and dived on me again. I clawed at the wall, pushed myself back so that mycock was thrust as deep into him as it could go. I could see the rough graffiti,read the vulgar words, I want to cum in a cute students mouth. Straightstudent wants to taste man cock.
Youre gunna taste it now. My balls were filled, my cock gorged and scrapingagainst his teeth as he gagged on me. But still he took me in. I pushed as farinto him as I could go, and my legs tensed. I grabbed my solid arse cheeks withboth hands, and pressed myself as close to the wall as I could. And erupted. Myhips jolted in spasm, my cock burned inside his throat and grew hotter as I feltmy cum shoot into him and slash back around my shaft. As soon as it started hedived down on me, buried his face into me and held my cock as far in his mouthas he could get it. I shot again, his tongue stroked against my pumping shaftand his fingernails dug into my bollocks. I felt him swallow, the friction ofhis tight throat on my cock head sent another wave through me and I spurted morejuice into his straight gullet. He kept me in his mouth as I gasped and twitchedto stillness, licking my cock and draining it of its last drop of cum, drinkingme in, drinking me down and dry. Until I could tolerate it no more and I pulledback.
He let me go and I slipped my glistening, wet cock back through the hole. Isquatted down again, ready to reciprocate, keen to give him the same treatment.He stood up. I licked my lips to get them moist and waited to receive his youngtool. But he just stood there, his cock hanging semi-lip, a dribble of cumhanging from its head. It was a /gorgeous/">gorgeous, smooth piece of meat that I had tastedonly briefly and now may never taste again. It was too late. He had cum whileblowing me. He was showing me the effect my cock had had on him.
I put a finger through, beckoned him closer and, when he did put his flaccidcock up against the hole I just took it in my mouth and held it there for awhile. And then I let him go. Heard him do up his combat trousers and leave thecubicle. I dried myself off and did the same.
When I stepped back into the enforced silence of the library I saw himwalking away. He stopped at the door, turned around and looked at me. I sat at atable, pretending to glance over a newspaper. After a few seconds he came backand stood in front of me. He lent down.
Will you tell anyone? he said nervously.
I shook my head. Of course I wont, I reassured him.
Thanks. See you next week in class then.
He stood up and turned. Where his hand had rested on the table was now a pieceof paper. I unfolded it.
Straight student wants to taste man cock. It read. And underneath this amobile phone number and another line: In case you cant wait until next week.
