The Blender Part 1

The Blender was not the official name of the building but rather how it was shaped and known around campus. I'm not going to mention which university it was, but if you have been there or went there, I'm sure you'll know. At any rate, I wrote another story about my introduction to bathroom fun and you can read that one if you choose. Over the course of my years at this university I came to enjoy my time inside this bathroom a lot. Now, I know it's gross to some to think about anonymous sex in a bathroom, but you need to think of a couple of things. This was a very conservative state, and it was barely into the 90's. Those two things, coupled with that fact that there weren't any gay people out, created the perfect recipe for a tea room to be really succesful. I found this bathroom not by accident, but rather looking for more writing on the stall walls as I had seen in my first story. I found this one, and quickly saw that it was very active, and had many holes to look into the stall next to you, and one of the stalls had a hole just big enough for a hard cock to go through. As I said before this bathroom was very busy. A lot of guys knew about it, and went there. There was a sort of unspoken code to follow, especially if you wanted access to the stalls containing the large hole. This story will actually be about an encounter with someone without being in that stall. The good thing about this bathroom is not only did it have it's share of old trolls as any place like this does, but the majority of guys were my age at the time 18. A lot were very straight fraternity jocks. I even saw some atheletes there too. This made it perfect as I wasn't too happy to embrace what I knew of the gay lifestyle at this juncture in my life. I was sitting in the stall next to the one containing the hole, waiting my turn for access to it, and someone came into the adjoining stall. He quickly gave the sign, that he wasn't there to "use the bathroom." I gave the hand gesture that said I wanted to touch him underneath, so he abliged me by getting on his knees underneath out stall. I got down, and wanted to suck, but when I went down to do that, he got up, making it clear, I could touch but not suck. So I fondled him, and jacked him off. I remember seeing a black treasure trail which was very hot to me (I still love them to this day) and with the smell of cum in the air and the sound of someone being sucked off next door it wasn't long until he was coming all over my hands. Actually I remember that I had been jacking him off, and he moved my hand to his balls, so I was fondling him there, and next thing I knew he came, and he never touched himself. I assume he was very sensitive on the balls or really turned on. This guy looked perfect to me, hairy legs, nice curved upright cock, and came like a freight train, so I decided to break the unspoken rules and tried to follow him out to talk. To my surprise he did not want to talk, and ran. I followed him after that quite coincidentally because he was going the same way my car was parked. He eventually ran into a house, and I'm sure was quite sure I was stalking him. This was one of numerous encounters I plan to write about. I hope you all liked it, sorry it contained a lot of background, the next one's won't. I have no idea if all these guys are gay, bi whatever. I could tell that some men were surprised by this bathroom, and ended up participating, so maybe it was about getting your cock sucked or jacked off anonymously, but I assume that they weren't all gay or bi. I assume a lot of straight men came there to get off, because they could choose not to see or touch anyone if they wanted because it was a glory hole. Whatever the case, I look back on that bathroom with fondness, and loved every minute I spent in there!