All characters in this true story were 18+ at the time of the encounter.
I attended a small state college in Georgia during the mid-1980s. During my junior year I was studying in the campus library. After a few hours, I needed to use the bathroom, plus I was curious to see if any good dick was on display; the third-floor men’s room was notorious for its “tearoom” activities.
I entered, and sadly there was no one there. I went into one of the stalls and started taking a piss. As I stood relieving myself, I read the various messages scribbled on the walls. Most of them were typical “tap foot for blow job” or “for a good time call”.
As I was finishing up, one message in particular grabbed my attention. It was the Dewey Decimal code for a library book. I memorized the code and went in search for the title. I knew it had to be in the gay literature section which happened to be on the same floor. I scanned the shelves until I located a book that matched the message on the bathroom wall. When I opened the book, I was pleasantly surprised to find a sheet of paper with a message that asked if anyone was interested in meeting and possibly swapping blow jobs.
I took the book and the note back to where I was studying and wrote a quick response. Of course, I was interested. I was horny 24/7 and the cleverness of the placement of the restroom message and the finding of the note in the book piqued my curiosity. There was a mystery afoot.
I went back to the library every day to see if there had been a response and after a couple of days there was one. Over the period of a week or so, we performed an archaic form of texting by leaving each other messages and figuring out the best way to meet. The biggest obstacle was working around our schedules.
One of several jobs that I held on campus was as night auditor for the Student Union. It was a pretty meaningless job where I hung out in an office on the 2nd floor and made rounds every 30 minutes to make sure exit doors were locked and that no shenanigans were going on in the game room. The mystery author and I decided that he would come to campus during one of my weekend shifts and we could properly introduce ourselves.
During my 10pm round, I exited behind the student union and made a quick walk to “The Monster” which is what students had named the access bridge that went from campus and over Patterson Street to the student parking lot. I spent a few minutes scanning the passersby on the sidewalk below, trying not to be too anxious about meeting the mystery man.
I noticed one person that might have been the one and was disappointed. I recognized him as a faculty member, and I knew that I wasn’t into him. After 10 minutes or so, I had to head back to the student union, just to make sure things were okay. As I stepped off The Monster and onto the sidewalk back to work, a tall, dark figure passed by me. The lighting along the sidewalk path was terrible, and at first, I hadn’t noticed the guy - mainly because he was wearing dark jeans and a black leather coat.
As he passed, I had to look back, just in case he was the one. As I turned, I was delighted to see that he too had turned around. Simultaneously, we both started “Are you…”
We both laughed and made formal introductions. His name was Wilson, and he was a gorgeous Puerto Rican Man. He stood roughly 6’2 and was quite lean. His waistline couldn’t have been more that 28”. He was poured into the tightest pair of Pierre Cardin jeans imaginable that even under the almost useless glow of the streetlight revealed an impressive lump in the front.
We walked back to the student union and entered my office. Unfortunately, there were windows that faced the hall, so we had no real privacy. I closed the door so that we could at least speak freely without possibly being overheard by the handful of students who were still in the building.
Wilson said that he was nervous and hadn’t had much experience with man-to-man sex. He was in the Air Force, which made sense because there was a base nearby. At the time it was still a criminal charge to be outed as gay in the military, so he had to be very cautious with his actions.
He sat with me for the two hours before my shift ended and I was able to lock up the student union for the night. We had decided that since he couldn’t host and I had a roommate, we would pitch in and rent one of those cheesy by the hour motel rooms that were in town.
Once we checked in Wilson suggested that I shower and that he would take one as well once I was finished. He seemed a bit shy, and I wondered why he wasn’t joining me. I stripped down and showered. When I returned to the bedroom, Wilson was wrapped in a white motel towel. He was stunning. Not an ounce of body fat to be seen. He had dark brown eyes, olive skin, and short-cut, wavy black hair.
Jackpot!
Wilson entered the bathroom and took a longer than expected shower. When he finally came out, he was drying off his hair and I got the shock of my life. I knew that based on the massive bulge he showed in his Pierre Cardin jeans that he had a nice cock, but I wasn’t prepared for the ample piece of prime beef that dangled between his legs.
He smiled sheepishly and climbed into bed beside me.
“You like it?” he asked
“Are you kidding?” I reached over and felt his penis. It was starting to get hard, and I was suddenly wondering what I had gotten myself into.
“How big is it?” I asked before I could stop myself.
He smiled, showing perfectly white teeth. “Twelve and Three Quarters.”
I gasped. It was magnificent, not just for the length and girth, but for the velvety texture and purplish color. Also, he was uncircumcised, which was an even bigger turn on.
While we had spent the hours at my work getting to know a little about one another, Wilson had told me that oral sex was the only option that we had for the night since the military was very paranoid about STDs and the like and since he wasn’t sure if we would click, he hadn’t brought any condoms.
I was fine with that because as much as I love getting fucked, I wasn’t sure that I was ready to take on a 12+ inch dick penetrating my tight ass. Surprisingly, he had indicated that while he wanted to experiment with being a bottom, he never had because he was fearful that a physical exam would give him away. I totally respected that.
I was in awe at the beauty of his massive cock. I guess you could say I was dickmatized. LOL. I got on my knees next to Wilson and lifted his stiff dick into my right hand. The heft of it was amazing. His foreskin was stretched over the tip of his penis. As I stroked his cock downward, the foreskin slid back to completely reveal the wide, helmet shaped head. I could feel myself drooling.
I then used both hands to start jacking his cock, teasing him just a little. The girth of his member was astounding. I have a wide grip with long narrow fingers, yet I couldn’t grasp entirely around his big dick.
I repositioned myself between his legs and then leaned forward to kiss the exposed dick head. It tasted amazing – almost intoxicating. I pulled his cock forward, forcing his prepuce back over the ridge of his cockhead. I then stuck my tongue into his foreskin and worked my way between foreskin and cockhead.
Wilson gasped and shuddered a little bit. Even though he had showered and smelled fresh and clean, there was still a slight taste of man in this area. It fueled my lust even further. I pulled the sheath back over the tip of his cock and started to suck on the velvety tip. I slowly worked several inches of his massive dick into my mouth and began to piston my lips up and down while keeping both hands on his dick, jacking him while I started sucking that glorious cock. I could feel my spit rolling down onto my hands as I increased my rhythm.
Wilson started gyrating his hips and put his hands on the back of my head, encouraging me to take more of his twelve-inch cock into my mouth. I relaxed myself and got a couple more inches in. He was hitting the back of my throat. I pushed a little more, determined to deepthroat that massive cock. I would back off as I started to gag. Fortunately, Wilson never forced me to try to swallow that mammoth dong, but he did keep his hands resting on the back of my head.
I could feel a tear running down my cheek, a byproduct of trying to suppress my gag reflex. After a few deep breaths, I continued and ultimately was able to take the entire 12 ¾” length down my throat. The feeling of his pubic hair against my nostrils was exhilarating.
Wilson gasped and whispered that no one had ever been able to take the whole thing. I couldn’t hold it for long, and soon had to back off.
I rolled over onto the bed next to Wilson and tried to catch my breath. I was literally seeing stars.
I felt the bed shift a little, and thought that maybe Wilson was getting up, but instead, I received the second shock of the night. Wilson had lifted his legs up off the bed and bent himself nearly in half. My eyes bugged out as I watched Wilson kiss the tip of his dick. He licked it gently before inserting several inches into his mouth. I couldn’t believe it. He was starting to suck his own dick. It was obvious that he had practiced this many times, and even if his cock had been of average size, say 8” or so, he would still have been nimble enough to taste himself.
He managed to get about 5” or so of his manhood into his mouth and started furiously pumping his cock with one hand while he used his other to stabilize himself.
I was in awe and just laid there on my side, wide-eyed in astonishment. This was one of those moments that you read about, but never imagined seeing. Yet, there he was, pleasuring himself to perfection.
I kept my eyes locked onto Wilson as I rolled onto my back and started jacking my own cock. I tried not to feel self-conscious knowing that my 6” dick paled in comparison to his.
Wilson increased the motion of bobbing his head and rocking his body to suck his own cock while jacking himself at a blinding speed. By the way he was going, I knew it would be long before he busted a load. I quickened the pace of jacking my dick, hoping to time my orgasm to his.
Wilson started moaning and removed his cock from his mouth. He shot a geyser of cum into his mouth, thick ropes splashing onto his tongue and running down his chin. He bent lower and reinserted his penis into his mouth, savoring every drop.
This sparked my own orgasm, and I shot my massive load onto my chest and stomach.
We laid there, spent, for a moment before I reached over and gave his giant cock one last shake.
We then realized that our time for the room was almost up. We showered again and went our separate ways but planned to get together again soon, but that is a story for another day.
