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College Stroke

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by Chad This is a true story. During my freshman year of college I went into a small bathroom on the fourth floor of the Student Union. It only had two stalls, one was occupied and the other had no door. Without a choice I dropped my jeans and parked my ass in the stall with no door. The bottom of the divider between the stalls was quite high off the floor and I could tell the guy next to me was up to something. His feet were close together and from the angle of his legs I could tell that his knees were far apart. His well worn 501's were completely down around the ankles of his muscular legs. There was a tell tale movement in his legs. I had been stroking long enough to know. This guy was jacking his cock! The thought of some hot guy in the next stall fisting his hot meat got me hard. My right hand fell to my cock like a homing pigeon as my own knees spread wider. My fingers closed around my growing shaft and I started doing what I loved most - jacking my stiff cock. I stared at the legs in the next stall trying to imagine what the cock they were attached to was like. As I stroked pre-cum over my dick head, I watched as my mystery stroker slid his feet back to the base of the toilet and could tell he was sliding his ass forward on the toilet seat. I held my wet cock head between my two middle fingers and rubbed my thumb over my piss slit as I imagined the young stud next to me on the edge of his toilet, his hand gliding up and down his hot throbbing shaft lost in his own desire to cum. I continued to stroke my own hot cock as I heard a few deep gasps of air from the next stall and looked down in time to see a spray of cum jet out onto the tile floor and his jeans. My mystery stroker had cum. I picked up my pumping pace on my own throbbing tool as I wondered what my sroke buddy looked like. Did he jack his dick as I did? Did he stroke off as much as I did? Would he do it with other guys? My intensity grew as I needed to blow, I needed to blast. Focused on my own hot dick, I didn't hear his stall door open. I was totally focused on my dripping cock, on my obsession with stroking off my own load. Then I saw a pair of tennis shoes in front of me. I looked up as my hand continued to glide up and down my hard veiny shaft. I stopped stroking as our eyes connected and felt my shaft throbbing in my hand. I stared into a big smile on the face of a tall, hunky, jock boy. My eyes drifted down to his crotch and I could see the bulge of his post cum cock. He was wiping his right hand on the leg of his jeans and had a gym bag slung over his shoulder. Before I could gather my thoughts he said, "Don't let me interupt you man, you got a great cock, jack it off dude - I just did." My hand began to slide on my shaft again. A huge load of precum gushed from the tip. "Nothin like watching another hot stud stroke a load," he said. My fist worked up and down my glistening shaft with new excitment knowing this guy was into watching. I spread my legs wider, pulled the front of my t-shirt over the back of my head and dropped my left hand down to fondle my churning nuts. The gym bag fell to the floor and my new buddy dropped his hand to his crotch. His cock was getting hard and he rubbed it as it grew down the leg of his jeans. "Mind if I join you?" he asked as his hand deftly unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. "I wanna see you cum, dude," he said as he fished his engorged cock and balls out of his fly. The sight of his hard dick in his hand sticking out the fly of his jeans was so fucking hot. He stroked as his cock head began to shine with precum. We became to cock focused fools needing to fill our desires to stroke together, to cum together. We became verbal, telling each other how hot the others cock was. Telling each other to stroke faster, to stroke harder. Telling each other to cum. Our word play got hotter and my thobbing cock reached the point of no return. "Gonna cum," I grunted as my breathing accelerated and the feeling of an impending orgasm raced through my body. "Shoot it dude, drop your load, stroke that bitch," he said as he stepped closer to me and my throbbing cock began to blast. My fist picked up it's pace. My stroke buddy moved his leg quickily into the path of my flying man load. I watched as my load landed on his denim covered leg. He increased his stroking pace until his hand became a blur. It worked feverishly up and down his hard, hairy jock shaft. A string of precum dangled and danced from his bouncing cock head. "Gotta blow," he grunted as he shot his load into the palm of his left hand. A rush of air escaped from his lungs as his chest heaved from the heat of your jack off session. My buddy dropped to his knee and unzipped his gym bag with the cum covered fingers of his right hand. He reached inside and pulled out a jock strap and wiped his load into the pouch. He smiled at me as he explained he was totally into J/O that he liked to wear cum (he wiped my load of cum into his jeans) and that he always liked a load in the pouch of his jock for good luck. The jock strap went back in to his bag, and he was wiping his hands on the thighs of his jeans when he asked if I was going to the game. Making small talk I said I wouldn't miss this basketball game for anything. He stuffed his spent cock and balls into his jeans. Cum still dangled from the tip of his cock as it disappeared into his jeans. "Wanna hook up after the game?" he asked as he reached down and adjusted his dick in his jeans. "Yea!" I said excited at the prospect of stoking off with this stud again. "Good, meet me at the main entrance a little after the game." I grabbed my seat in the arena just as our team was entering to warm up. My cock began to grow down the leg of my jeans as I saw him. My stroke buddy from earlier. Not only was he there, but he was on the court! He was on the fucking team. I thought he looked familiar, but when focused on someone else stroking their cock, your not exactly trying to figure out their face! My cock throbbed as I thought of him out there in his cum filled jock strap and of the stroke session to come after the game. It was hot, but that is another story!

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