The Practice Room

by Mike in MD I finally did it. Yesterday, after 10 years, I finally got my tight, nearly virgin ass fucked again. Here's how it happened. I've been happily married for eight years. Before that, I used to fool around a LOT. I was lucky my closest buddies were into it. Maybe it's because I've got a pretty big dick--over 8 hard, and about 5 soft, so I always got looks in locker rooms and dorm showers. A lot of pretty straight guys are interested in experimenting when they see the dick they wish they had. For the same reason, I was used to being on top, though I'd sucked friends' cocks plenty of times. Twice, I'd let guys fuck me--mainly cause I'd fucked them and wanted to return the favor. Just about the time I met my wife, though, I got really involved with a guy, and when he fucked me--3 times in one night--it was about the most mind-blowing sex I ever had. So when I discovered Brian's site about two years ago, it brought back some intense memories of play with other guys. Throughout my marriage I've been a pretty damn good boy, despite the female colleagues and neighbors, and occasional male student, throwing themselves at me. Very occasionally, a guy would start jacking off in the gym sauna or showers and I'd joined in. That's about as down and dirty as I got. Recently, though, following a trail of links from this site, I came across cruisingforsex.com and its listing of active men's rooms on college campuses. Instantly I flashed back on my discovery of the "hot" men's room at my college. By junior year, I'd had to tell myself to stop dropping by there--only a little because I was concerned that the easy sex with guys would drain my energy for hetero dates, much more because knowing I could get a hand job or a blow job there any time of the day or night had made it a serious distraction from my studies! I swear this is true: there were times I went in there and there were twelve guys--I counted--lined up by the urinals with their hard dicks out. Some of them were jacking themselves, some were jacking their buddies, and some were getting expert suck jobs from 3 dudes kneeling on the floor, who went from dick to dick, polishing slick knobs with their sloppy tongues. These were mostly hot guys, too, and although I wasn't a jock myself, I recognized guys from lacrosse, wrestling, and rugby all getting their rocks off. Of course, some guys just wanted to jack off, and got shy if there were more than two or three dudes around. But more than once, late at night, I saw two stocky, brick-shithouse dudes, facing each other, each fucking the ass of a guy bent over double before them. I saw some pretty hot shit in that men's room on my college campus, and got my cock sucked there 10 or 12 times in a couple of years. So when I saw that there was a toilet listed as very active on a campus 15 minutes away from me, I decided I had to try it. I got there at 4 in the afternoon and found it without trouble. Sat myself down between the two occupied stalls and after a minute or so recognized these two guys were there for the same thing I was: just as when I was in school, total silence in the other stalls was a sign guys weren't there to take a shit. Light foot-tapping ensued; you probably know the drill. The good part: I end up in front of an open stall door, jacking off my big piece of meat in front of the wide-open eyes (and mouth) of a hot college boy--blond, blue-eyed, built and all-American--as he sits wanking a nice little pecker that only gets to about 4 inches fully hard. No wonder he's so fascinated by mine. I take a step in and he cranes his head forward; another step and he kisses my cockhead like it's a long-lost lover. Then he's got me in his mouth and it's like fucking warm butter. We hear some rustling, but aren't too worried cause we already know the guy in the other stall is cool. He comes up behind me to check out the action. He's about 5'10", lanky and long-haired, and looks like he's in a grunge band. In fact, he kind of looks like he knows how to hot-wire your car, and I had an impulse to check for my wallet. But he's all smiles now. He feels up my ass while I fuck the other kid's mouth. After a moment, the sucker decides he doesn't like a 3way, pulls off my aching dick and disengages. The lanky dude and I step away from his stall. We watch each other jack off for a moment. The dude looks super-straight but his fucking cock is stiff as a board and he's practically drooling checking out my big hard dick. He's also not spectacularly gifted in that department, maybe under six inches and kinda skinny. Then he says, "Turn around." I do. "I wanna see your ass. Take your pants down. I wanna see your hot ass." OK, I do. "Bend over. Oh fuck, oh fuck, that's a hot ass. I wanna fuck your ass. Let me fuck your ass. Do you have a rubber, a condom? I wanna fuck your ass." Well, that's not what it was like in college. Guys like that bent over for me. I'm 6'1", 184, pretty seriously built, with a 48-inch chest and 34 waist, and I'm 36 years old. This kid's bony and I wouldn't be surprised if I had 40 lbs on him. But he's hot for my ass and without thinking it over, I know I'm gonna give it to him. He leads me silently up two floors to the music department, where he finds an empty practice room with just a piano and a mirror in it, and he tacks up a piece of newspaper over the small window. All I say is, "You've done this before," and all he does is smile. He pulls out his stiff dick, doesn't even lower his pants, and tells me to take mine down. He gets behind me, bends me over, gets down and inspects my ass closely. "What a fucking hot ass. I'm gonna fuck your hole, man." This is exactly the way guys act in my fantasies. It's exactly what I want to hear. He's putting on the rubber and stroking my hole with some goo. "I'm gonna fuck your ass, man. I'm gonna fuck your ass hard." Bent over the bench, right in front a full-length mirror, I feel his stiff pole start to open my tight asshole. Oh fuck. It feels like my ass is a cunt; I wanna feel like a cunt getting fucked with stiff dick. He gets in; he moves in and out. I see my face as I grimace with pain and ecstasy; I see him watching my face as I take dick up my ass and I see how much he's getting off on watching this big, strong dude get fucked up the ass. We have to be quiet but he's mouthing words to the mirror: "I'm fucking your hot ass, fuck, fuck, I'm fucking you," and I'm mouthing, "Fuck me, fuck my tight ass, fuck my hole." He starts slamming it. He's fucking me hard, really hard, grabbling my hips and slamming that stiff meat up my ass and I love it, I totally love that dick up my asshole. I'm bending over and he's fucking me like cunt, like the girls he probably fucks in his car on weekends. In the mirror I see the agonized pleasure in his face when he cums in the rubber and the convulsive shiver that goes through his body. Looks like he's going to lose control and scream but he doesn't. Later, downstairs, he says, "Fuck, that was hot. Man you've got a great ass." I tell him I haven't done that in 10 years but I'm really glad it happened. I guess it was just what I needed. But frankly I'm surprised he wanted to fuck a big, older guy like me. "Oh, man," he says, "you're just what I like. I see a guy like you, muscles everywhere, looking like the original macho dude, and I get a hard-on right in the street, just wanna bend him over and fuck his ass, pow, pow, pow, right there. So I guess you're just what I needed, too. See ya." Back at home I jacked off, fingering my asshole, and shot right up to my lips.