I was staying in the campus hostel in Sydney and had for a couple of months a foreign student as my room-mate. His name was Jakob and I had thought he was German but he turned
out to be Polish. He had worked for several years before quitting, after he had saved enough to pay for his education, to enrol for the university course. At that time he was probably 24. He was very straight-acting but was overall reserved and shy.
We hardly spoke except about our class assignments. He never joined the group for drinks over the weekend and disappeared every lunchtime for about an hour. I never knew where he went but, as I started to become more curious about him, I decided to find out. I managed to find myself a seat next to him after several guys decided to drop out of the very boring subject.
During one lecture, I noticed that he had something hidden in his folder. He had the folder standing up on the desk in front of him so that the lecturer could not see that he was thumbing through the magazine that was hidden inside. From my place next to him I could quite clearly see that it was a magazine full of hard-core pictures of guys and women getting down to some heavy sex. As he turned the pages he looked up, as if he was listening to the lecture, and then would pretend to write something down. He was actually just doodling, but he was giving the appearance of being an attentive student.
I rested my elbow on my desk, propped up my head in my hand and pretended that I was also making notes. What I was actually doing was giving myself an uninterrupted view of Jakob, and particularly the front of his trousers. He wore cargo pants that were tight around the crotch with baggy pockets on both sides. They hugged his slim waist nicely and helped to define the bulge at the front. The bulge was not huge. Jakob was not a huge person but what he lacked in physique he made up for in looks. The more he gawked at the pictures in the colour magazine, the more the front of his trousers grew. He shifted his position, bringing one leg up as if to shield his bulge from my view.
At one point, I caught him adjusting himself. When he pulled his hand away from the front of his trousers, I could clearly see the outline of his cock pressing firm against the material of his cargo pants. It was lying to one side, reaching almost to a pocket and beneath it his balls were making a nice, round bulge. I wanted to stop time, if it were only possible, get down on my knees and unzip those pants 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 paid attention. And after what seemed like an eternity, the lecture finished and we were let out for lunch.
I noticed that he kept his folder, complete with hidden magazine, under his arm as he left the room. The rest of the class turned right, towards the canteen, but Jakob turned left. This, I decided, was going to be the day I discovered where he went. I followed at a safe distance. My own smallish cock was still recovering from the unexpected erection, the front of my briefs was slightly damp and my own balls felt swollen. Once I found out where he went I was going to find a cubicle somewhere and jack off while the images of his bulging crotch were still fresh in my mind.
At the end of the corridor he turned left again and climbed the stairs. Other students were coming down in hoards, making their way to lunch before all the tables were taken, but Jakob ignored them. He knew where he was going and nothing was getting in his way. He climbed two floors to the library and went in. Maybe he was just an avid reader? Maybe he took his porn to the quiet recesses of the library to jack off under the table?
The library was all but deserted. Someone was at work behind the reception desk and someone else was studying over by the windows. I paused, pretended I'd forgotten what I had come in for, waited to see where Jakob went, and then followed him again. He disappeared behind the furthest row of shelves and, by the time I got there, had vanished completely. This was a new part of the campus to me. I'd never been in this particular library before.
There was only one place he could have gone; through a door showing a sign for 'Gents'. Of course! He came up here to wank himself over his straight porn. The toilets were 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, was shut. The door to the furthest cubicle was closed and the other two open so I guessed he must already have been inside. I slipped into the middle one and was relived to see that it locked properly.
But now what was I going to do? I heard the rustle of pages next door and knew that he was in there already flicking through his magazine. I looked at the cubicle walls and realised that this was the place to come when you wanted to cum. The graffiti bore testament to many a horny, frustrated student. Apart from the crude drawings of spurting cocks and hairy balls, apart from the mobile phone numbers and the dates to meet there was a huge variety of one-liners - 'I want to suck your cock.' 'Just had a new lad in here, only 17, huge prick.' 'Fuck my arse in tights and panties.' These gave me an idea as to what was going on in that toilet.
I sat down and pressed my ear to the thin, plasterboard wall to hear better the sounds from next door. And that is when I noticed the glory hole. It had been gorged out, the edges smoothen in quite a professional way and then covered with a piece of tissue. I blew on it, the tissue fell away and I could see the floor of the cubicle next door. Resting on the floor was a pair of feet in black boots. Scrunched up around them were a pair of cargo pants and a pair of white boxer shorts. I leaned further forward and could see his legs, smooth, almost hairless and, resting on them, his magazine.
I don't know if he had noticed me then, he must have heard me come in but he didn't stop what he was doing. I could see that his right hand was holding the magazine but I could see no more. The cover was hiding his other hand and the youthful cock he must have been fisting in it. But this view was enough. My cock was hardening and needed to be let out. I stood, took a risk but didn't care. I stood facing the wall so that if he looked through the hole he would see me, and I slowly unzipped my jeans. I made sure my belt buckle rattled as I undid it and then slowly slid my own trousers down to the floor. I stood up straight again and fondled my stiffening cock through my shorts, if he was watching me he would get a good show. I pulled the waistband down a little to reveal some of my hairy bush and cupped my balls through the material of the shorts. My 4 inches of Asian meat was tenting out at the front and when I pulled my shorts down further it slapped out to freedom, the head damp and sticky, the skin pulled right back. I stood there, wrapping my fist around my bollocks and just showing everything. My cock was hard, wet and ready for action.
And then I stood back a little and crouched down onto my haunches. Time to see what he was up to. My face came level with the hole just as he stood up. I saw his smooth skinned thighs, a neat bush of blonde hair set against a white, flat stomach and a slender, young piece of flesh hanging semi-hard over a hairless, wrinkled sack. So this is what a young Polish cock looked like. I wanted to know how it tasted. He was showing it to me proudly and with no shyness now. Then he took a step closer.
The pink tip came through the hole, circumcised and glistening. After a moment's manipulation his large rounded ball sack was through, framed by the wall, just lying there waiting for me.
I leaned forward, breathed in the scent of his groin and blew gently on the tip of his penis. It twitched, I licked the pre-cum with my tongue and it twitched again. Slowly I ran my tongue along the shaft until it touched the curly hair at his pubes, then back along underneath until the rim of his tip rested on the tip of my tongue. I closed my lips carefully around it, formed them into a circle and held him there while my tongue darted and jabbed at his cock head. Within seconds he was fully hard. I slid him in so very slowly, savouring the smoothness, the feel of his warm flesh against my lips, until my nose was into his bush and my head was against the wall. I sucked and then slid back, my tongue pressed firmly against the underside of the youthful meat. Again I rested his head on the tip of my tongue and sucked in the juice that was starting to flow copiously out from his pee-hole.
I put one hand around his balls, cupped them and rolled them around in my palm as I went down again, slowly teasing him. I heard a slight moan as I took his whole length to the back of my throat, and another when I released him and started licking his ball sack. I longed for the wall to disappear, so that I could wrap my arms around his slim waist and feel the firmness of his buttocks in my hands. But for that moment, separated by the wall, I was content to just taste his young sack, feel his hardness against my face and breathe in the scent of male youth as I worked his bollocks with my tongue.
And then he was pulling away, his cock slipped back through the hole and I saw him crouch down. Immediately I stood up, fed my own meat through the hole and pressed myself up against the cold, hard wall. I felt a hand stroke along my shaft as if it didn't know what to do with it. Fingers lightly played the full length, turned my cock head inquisitively and then ran through my manly bush of coarse hair. I felt his other hand take my ball sack and roll it, as I had done to him. And then I felt the first breath of warm air against my cock. Soft lips tentatively touched my throbbing end. A wet, soft tongue licked me there and then my shaft was surrounded by heat. I wished I could have held his head, felt his soft, dark hair in my grip as I pushed myself in. But with the wall between us he was now in control. He kept on at my balls as he went down, drawing me in further. As soon as I felt his lips dampen my pubic hair, I knew he had taken all of me. His squeezing on my balls quickened and his mouth closed tighter around my short 4-inch cock. Taking all of my hard dick in his mouth wasn't exactly a difficult thing to do. In less than a minute, my cock twitched and I unleashed a flood of Asian baby-makers into his mouth. He let go of my softening cock and I knelt down on the floor with my face in front of the glory hole. He stood up and placed his semi-erect cock to my side of the wall through the glory-hole.
I immediately took the half-hard cock into my mouth and my tongue licked his cock head as it slowly grew harder. I pulled back quickly and then moved forward feeling his hardening cock plunged deep into my oral cavity in one deft movement. Again I released his cock which was by now at least 80% hard, and again took it all in, drew back, took it in and then drew back again. I was sliding my tongue up and down his shaft in a faster rhythm now, feasting on it as if I'd never tasted a man before. Eagerly I held his his tightening balls in my palm to massage it as my mouth worked it magic, up and down his shaft. I knew he would not be able to endure this for long, from the way his erect dick was pulsating in my mouth and from the way he was moaning big time. By now, his cock had grown completely hard and stiff. It began to twitch violently in my mouth and I knew that he was cumming soon. He tried to pull his cock out from my mouth but I wouldn't let him. I wanted to taste his sweet nectar. I wanted his cock to remain in my hungry mouth, I wanted it to last for a long time, but his cock had other ideas.
I was sucking his cock with all my vigour, using my mouth to wank him off. I clenched my lips tightly around his cock head as my hand pumped his meat in a tight grip. I swallowed his cock, sucked it, slid it in and out of my mouth until he started groaning out in pleasure. I clawed at the wall, pushed myself forward against the wall, so that his cock could enter my mouth as deep as he could. As I was deepthroating his cock, my eyes strayed upward and read the graffiti on the wall - 'I want to cum in a cute student's mouth.' 'Straight student needs to unload in your mouth.' "I have a whole week's supply of cum just for you."
I'm gonna taste it now, I thought to myself. I felt his balls contracting in my palm as his cock throbbed in my mouth. I continued to suck eagerly on his throbbing dick. I could feel him pushing his cock as far into my mouth as he possibly could. I wished the wall between us could miraculously disappear. I grabbed my solid arse cheeks with both hands, and pressed myself as close to the wall as I could. He plunged his entire Polish pole deep down my throat and then he erupted. His cock burned inside my throat as I felt his cum shoot into my gullet. As soon as his explosion started, I dived down on his cock, burying my face into his pubes, holding his twitching my cock as far in my mouth as I could get it. He shot again and again as my tongue slid up and down and around his pumping shaft. At the same time, I gently massaged his bollocks. I felt his cock throbbed again, the friction of my throat on his cock head sent another wave through him and he spurted more Polish man juice into my mouth. I kept all six inches of him in his mouth as his cock twitched to stillness. I persisted in licking his cock and draining it of its last drop of cum, drinking him in, milking his cock dry. Until he could tolerate it no more, he pulled back.
I finally let him go and he slipped his glistening, wet cock back through the hole to his side. He backed up and stood there, his cock hanging semi-limp, a dribble of cum hanging from its head. It was a gorgeous, smooth piece of meat that I had tasted and was hoping to taste again.
I put a finger through, beckoned him closer and, when he did put his flaccid cock up against the hole I just took it in my mouth and held it there for a while. And then I let him go. I heard him do up his trousers and left the cubicle. I dried myself off and did the same.
When I stepped back into the enforced silence of the library I saw him walking away. He stopped at the door, turned around and looked at me. I sat at a table, pretending to glance over a newspaper. After a few seconds he came back and stood in front of me. He leaned down and asked in a nervous manner, 'will you tell anyone?'
I shook my head. 'Of course I won't,' 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 piece of paper. I unfolded it.
'Straight student wants to taste man cock.' It read. And underneath this a pager number and another line: 'In case you can't wait until next week.'
We hardly spoke except about our class assignments. He never joined the group for drinks over the weekend and disappeared every lunchtime for about an hour. I never knew where he went but, as I started to become more curious about him, I decided to find out. I managed to find myself a seat next to him after several guys decided to drop out of the very boring subject.
During one lecture, I noticed that he had something hidden in his folder. He had the folder standing up on the desk in front of him so that the lecturer could not see that he was thumbing through the magazine that was hidden inside. From my place next to him I could quite clearly see that it was a magazine full of hard-core pictures of guys and women getting down to some heavy sex. As he turned the pages he looked up, as if he was listening to the lecture, and then would pretend to write something down. He was actually just doodling, but he was giving the appearance of being an attentive student.
I rested my elbow on my desk, propped up my head in my hand and pretended that I was also making notes. What I was actually doing was giving myself an uninterrupted view of Jakob, and particularly the front of his trousers. He wore cargo pants that were tight around the crotch with baggy pockets on both sides. They hugged his slim waist nicely and helped to define the bulge at the front. The bulge was not huge. Jakob was not a huge person but what he lacked in physique he made up for in looks. The more he gawked at the pictures in the colour magazine, the more the front of his trousers grew. He shifted his position, bringing one leg up as if to shield his bulge from my view.
At one point, I caught him adjusting himself. When he pulled his hand away from the front of his trousers, I could clearly see the outline of his cock pressing firm against the material of his cargo pants. It was lying to one side, reaching almost to a pocket and beneath it his balls were making a nice, round bulge. I wanted to stop time, if it were only possible, get down on my knees and unzip those pants 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 paid attention. And after what seemed like an eternity, the lecture finished and we were let out for lunch.
I noticed that he kept his folder, complete with hidden magazine, under his arm as he left the room. The rest of the class turned right, towards the canteen, but Jakob turned left. This, I decided, was going to be the day I discovered where he went. I followed at a safe distance. My own smallish cock was still recovering from the unexpected erection, the front of my briefs was slightly damp and my own balls felt swollen. Once I found out where he went I was going to find a cubicle somewhere and jack off while the images of his bulging crotch were still fresh in my mind.
At the end of the corridor he turned left again and climbed the stairs. Other students were coming down in hoards, making their way to lunch before all the tables were taken, but Jakob ignored them. He knew where he was going and nothing was getting in his way. He climbed two floors to the library and went in. Maybe he was just an avid reader? Maybe he took his porn to the quiet recesses of the library to jack off under the table?
The library was all but deserted. Someone was at work behind the reception desk and someone else was studying over by the windows. I paused, pretended I'd forgotten what I had come in for, waited to see where Jakob went, and then followed him again. He disappeared behind the furthest row of shelves and, by the time I got there, had vanished completely. This was a new part of the campus to me. I'd never been in this particular library before.
There was only one place he could have gone; through a door showing a sign for 'Gents'. Of course! He came up here to wank himself over his straight porn. The toilets were 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, was shut. The door to the furthest cubicle was closed and the other two open so I guessed he must already have been inside. I slipped into the middle one and was relived to see that it locked properly.
But now what was I going to do? I heard the rustle of pages next door and knew that he was in there already flicking through his magazine. I looked at the cubicle walls and realised that this was the place to come when you wanted to cum. The graffiti bore testament to many a horny, frustrated student. Apart from the crude drawings of spurting cocks and hairy balls, apart from the mobile phone numbers and the dates to meet there was a huge variety of one-liners - 'I want to suck your cock.' 'Just had a new lad in here, only 17, huge prick.' 'Fuck my arse in tights and panties.' These gave me an idea as to what was going on in that toilet.
I sat down and pressed my ear to the thin, plasterboard wall to hear better the sounds from next door. And that is when I noticed the glory hole. It had been gorged out, the edges smoothen in quite a professional way and then covered with a piece of tissue. I blew on it, the tissue fell away and I could see the floor of the cubicle next door. Resting on the floor was a pair of feet in black boots. Scrunched up around them were a pair of cargo pants and a pair of white boxer shorts. I leaned further forward and could see his legs, smooth, almost hairless and, resting on them, his magazine.
I don't know if he had noticed me then, he must have heard me come in but he didn't stop what he was doing. I could see that his right hand was holding the magazine but I could see no more. The cover was hiding his other hand and the youthful cock he must have been fisting in it. But this view was enough. My cock was hardening and needed to be let out. I stood, took a risk but didn't care. I stood facing the wall so that if he looked through the hole he would see me, and I slowly unzipped my jeans. I made sure my belt buckle rattled as I undid it and then slowly slid my own trousers down to the floor. I stood up straight again and fondled my stiffening cock through my shorts, if he was watching me he would get a good show. I pulled the waistband down a little to reveal some of my hairy bush and cupped my balls through the material of the shorts. My 4 inches of Asian meat was tenting out at the front and when I pulled my shorts down further it slapped out to freedom, the head damp and sticky, the skin pulled right back. I stood there, wrapping my fist around my bollocks and just showing everything. My cock was hard, wet and ready for action.
And then I stood back a little and crouched down onto my haunches. Time to see what he was up to. My face came level with the hole just as he stood up. I saw his smooth skinned thighs, a neat bush of blonde hair set against a white, flat stomach and a slender, young piece of flesh hanging semi-hard over a hairless, wrinkled sack. So this is what a young Polish cock looked like. I wanted to know how it tasted. He was showing it to me proudly and with no shyness now. Then he took a step closer.
The pink tip came through the hole, circumcised and glistening. After a moment's manipulation his large rounded ball sack was through, framed by the wall, just lying there waiting for me.
I leaned forward, breathed in the scent of his groin and blew gently on the tip of his penis. It twitched, I licked the pre-cum with my tongue and it twitched again. Slowly I ran my tongue along the shaft until it touched the curly hair at his pubes, then back along underneath until the rim of his tip rested on the tip of my tongue. I closed my lips carefully around it, formed them into a circle and held him there while my tongue darted and jabbed at his cock head. Within seconds he was fully hard. I slid him in so very slowly, savouring the smoothness, the feel of his warm flesh against my lips, until my nose was into his bush and my head was against the wall. I sucked and then slid back, my tongue pressed firmly against the underside of the youthful meat. Again I rested his head on the tip of my tongue and sucked in the juice that was starting to flow copiously out from his pee-hole.
I put one hand around his balls, cupped them and rolled them around in my palm as I went down again, slowly teasing him. I heard a slight moan as I took his whole length to the back of my throat, and another when I released him and started licking his ball sack. I longed for the wall to disappear, so that I could wrap my arms around his slim waist and feel the firmness of his buttocks in my hands. But for that moment, separated by the wall, I was content to just taste his young sack, feel his hardness against my face and breathe in the scent of male youth as I worked his bollocks with my tongue.
And then he was pulling away, his cock slipped back through the hole and I saw him crouch down. Immediately I stood up, fed my own meat through the hole and pressed myself up against the cold, hard wall. I felt a hand stroke along my shaft as if it didn't know what to do with it. Fingers lightly played the full length, turned my cock head inquisitively and then ran through my manly bush of coarse hair. I felt his other hand take my ball sack and roll it, as I had done to him. And then I felt the first breath of warm air against my cock. Soft lips tentatively touched my throbbing end. A wet, soft tongue licked me there and then my shaft was surrounded by heat. I wished I could have held his head, felt his soft, dark hair in my grip as I pushed myself in. But with the wall between us he was now in control. He kept on at my balls as he went down, drawing me in further. As soon as I felt his lips dampen my pubic hair, I knew he had taken all of me. His squeezing on my balls quickened and his mouth closed tighter around my short 4-inch cock. Taking all of my hard dick in his mouth wasn't exactly a difficult thing to do. In less than a minute, my cock twitched and I unleashed a flood of Asian baby-makers into his mouth. He let go of my softening cock and I knelt down on the floor with my face in front of the glory hole. He stood up and placed his semi-erect cock to my side of the wall through the glory-hole.
I immediately took the half-hard cock into my mouth and my tongue licked his cock head as it slowly grew harder. I pulled back quickly and then moved forward feeling his hardening cock plunged deep into my oral cavity in one deft movement. Again I released his cock which was by now at least 80% hard, and again took it all in, drew back, took it in and then drew back again. I was sliding my tongue up and down his shaft in a faster rhythm now, feasting on it as if I'd never tasted a man before. Eagerly I held his his tightening balls in my palm to massage it as my mouth worked it magic, up and down his shaft. I knew he would not be able to endure this for long, from the way his erect dick was pulsating in my mouth and from the way he was moaning big time. By now, his cock had grown completely hard and stiff. It began to twitch violently in my mouth and I knew that he was cumming soon. He tried to pull his cock out from my mouth but I wouldn't let him. I wanted to taste his sweet nectar. I wanted his cock to remain in my hungry mouth, I wanted it to last for a long time, but his cock had other ideas.
I was sucking his cock with all my vigour, using my mouth to wank him off. I clenched my lips tightly around his cock head as my hand pumped his meat in a tight grip. I swallowed his cock, sucked it, slid it in and out of my mouth until he started groaning out in pleasure. I clawed at the wall, pushed myself forward against the wall, so that his cock could enter my mouth as deep as he could. As I was deepthroating his cock, my eyes strayed upward and read the graffiti on the wall - 'I want to cum in a cute student's mouth.' 'Straight student needs to unload in your mouth.' "I have a whole week's supply of cum just for you."
I'm gonna taste it now, I thought to myself. I felt his balls contracting in my palm as his cock throbbed in my mouth. I continued to suck eagerly on his throbbing dick. I could feel him pushing his cock as far into my mouth as he possibly could. I wished the wall between us could miraculously disappear. I grabbed my solid arse cheeks with both hands, and pressed myself as close to the wall as I could. He plunged his entire Polish pole deep down my throat and then he erupted. His cock burned inside my throat as I felt his cum shoot into my gullet. As soon as his explosion started, I dived down on his cock, burying my face into his pubes, holding his twitching my cock as far in my mouth as I could get it. He shot again and again as my tongue slid up and down and around his pumping shaft. At the same time, I gently massaged his bollocks. I felt his cock throbbed again, the friction of my throat on his cock head sent another wave through him and he spurted more Polish man juice into my mouth. I kept all six inches of him in his mouth as his cock twitched to stillness. I persisted in licking his cock and draining it of its last drop of cum, drinking him in, milking his cock dry. Until he could tolerate it no more, he pulled back.
I finally let him go and he slipped his glistening, wet cock back through the hole to his side. He backed up and stood there, his cock hanging semi-limp, a dribble of cum hanging from its head. It was a gorgeous, smooth piece of meat that I had tasted and was hoping to taste again.
I put a finger through, beckoned him closer and, when he did put his flaccid cock up against the hole I just took it in my mouth and held it there for a while. And then I let him go. I heard him do up his trousers and left the cubicle. I dried myself off and did the same.
When I stepped back into the enforced silence of the library I saw him walking away. He stopped at the door, turned around and looked at me. I sat at a table, pretending to glance over a newspaper. After a few seconds he came back and stood in front of me. He leaned down and asked in a nervous manner, 'will you tell anyone?'
I shook my head. 'Of course I won't,' 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 piece of paper. I unfolded it.
'Straight student wants to taste man cock.' It read. And underneath this a pager number and another line: 'In case you can't wait until next week.'
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