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It was a gloomy day with dark clouds taking the joy out of life. I dragged out of bed and fed myself. I had to skip my morning wank as I was late for my research project. I hastily dressed on with my briefs, levis, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I quietly left the apartment although the need for that was out of order.

My half-deaf room mate wouldn't wake up if God himself came down and ordered her to do so. I walked down the hallway to discover a sign on the elevator switch-board. The elevator was out of order and I had to take the stairs out of my apartment building. I took the stairwell and by third floor I smelled something odd.

I noticed a wrapper for trojan condoms and the place smelled like sex. I was turned on by the smell of 'sex' that some men create when they sweat and 'work out' during sex. I exited onto the main lobby with a mild erection that only went away when I imagined the morbidly obese lady, next door, dancing naked on six-inch stilettos! Fast forward to the library. It is a rather large structure reminsicent of s Brutalist architecture. The bare concrete walls that run all through the 11 maze-like floors give it a rather cold and gloomy reflection.

I worked my way through the floors and students. I noticed a guy staring at me from one of the shelves several stacks away. He was brown, Indian I think, to be exact. He was about 5'9", lean, primly dressed, with spiky hair that shined at different angles.

His skin was tanned with a smooth face. His nose was long and smooth and he had a sparkle of lust and mischief in his eyes as he carefully stole glances at my way. I am 5'6", Indian, skinny with broad shoulders and a well-endowed ass. I find myself attractive and so do a lot of guys apparently. I was momentarily distracted when I ran across the book I was looking for half an hour. I looked back and he was gone. I turned around, groaned slightly, and walked towards a study table. The smell from that morning kept looming back in my head.

In this quiet space with very few individuals making the effort to come to the library this early in the day, I was alone and horny. I decided to go to the washroom and take care of my business. I walked into a men's washroom neatly tucked away in a corner on the 7th floor.

You would have to look twice to notice that this washroom even existed. I had often come here to jerk off and had blown two guys in one of the stalls in the past. I walked in and noticed that one of the lights didn't work.

I walked towards the stall in the end and said to myself "my god, i could get raped in here and no body would hear a thing". I went in and removed my jacket while I placed my bag on the ground. I stood against the wall and whipped out my cock. I was semi-hard and started to rub my cock when I heard the some noises outside. I don't know why. Perhaps I anticipated something on some level. I put the thought out of my mind.

I spat on my hand to lube up my dick and kept rubbing it till I felt good! I heard the door creak open quietly. My heart skipped a beat. I'd have to be quiet or else I'd be caught. The atmosphere was silent. My heart beating faster. I adjusted the way I stood so if someone checked from outside it would seem I sat down rather than had my back against the wall. I had to make sure my feet were vertically facing the front door and not horizontally facing the other stall.

I heard the door next to me open and this guy clicked it shut. I bent down to see who it was but could only see black reeboks with baggy jeans slowly coming down. I could smell the musk of this fucker and he smelled good. Watching the other stall with my cock slowly becoming limp in my hand. The foot slided to my side of the stall to indicate if I was interested. I had known this from the past. When guys in stalls wanna have sex they make subtle signals and shoving your foot in another man's stall is definitely one of the most obvious ones.

My heart pounded hard. I gently touched his foot with mine. The guy said, "Yo B, you ready to go downlow? I had lost my voice. He sounded very masculine and rugged. His deep, low voice sent a chill through my body again. I heard some ruffling next door and realized that he was buttoning up. Next second, I heard a gentle tap on my door.

I slowly opened it to make sure this was all legit. I was glad that the stall was dark or the guy would have seen my flushed face. This was that same brown guy from before who was staring me down.

He didn't waste any time making small talk. He came in, shut the door, and pushed me onto my knees. He quickly pulled his cock out. My God, he was hard. His dick was 7" with a nice girth. As he shoved it down deeper and deeper, I could smell his cock and balls with the musky smell they carry and he said, "you are going to be my bitch for the next 10 minutes pussy boy so shut the fuck up and suck it" I started sucking on it.

He pulled my hair and pushed it back on his cock and made me gag several times. His lips left a moan of pleasure everytime he made me gag on his cock. He would occassionaly slap me on my face and make me gag faster. I had butterflies in my stomach from all this rough action. He didn't let mee speak but the act itself drove me wild and horny.

He began to finger ass as soon as he turned me around. He bent me over the toilet and began to finger me even harder using several fingers at the same time.

He kept slapping my ass and I could feel pain and pleasure at the same time. He finally pushed his head up my ass. I pushed him out, "use a condom" but he slapped me across my face, bent me over and pushed even harder.

He was hard but his cock became even harder as he rammed it down my ass. There was a sudden tap on the main door and within the next five seconds the door to the washroom opened again. We both stopped in our tracks. Frozen with our hearts pounding. It was some student taking a piss and whistling while doing so. It must have been 30 seconds but it felt like an eternity. I was bent over with this fucker grabbing my hands behind my back and his dick up my ass.

He had hit the spot and I had to stifle my pangs of pleasure and that made the pleasure even harder to resist. The student finally left and this guy just started pounding me like a dog. And then, I could feel his cock growing larger in my ass. He quickly pulled his dick out, turned me around, and came all over my face. I was pissed off about the cum on my face and tried to turn away but he grabbed my face and pushed his dick down my throat and gave a second load of cum which felt hot and salty.

He slapped his dick across my face to get the rest of the cum out as he said "you like that bitch boy After that he quickly cleaned up and walked out of the stall and exited the washroom.

I could hear him snickering with his friend outside who was probably on guard while this whole thing happened. I still hadn't cum but the entire incidence left me so horny that I just stood against the wall and started jerking off. I had never been more turned on in my life and I could still feel him up my ass.

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It was a gloomy day with dark clouds taking the joy out of life. I dragged out of bed and fed myself. I had to skip my morning wank as I was late for my research project. I hastily dressed on with my briefs, levis, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I quietly left the apartment although the need for that was out of order. My half-deaf room mate wouldn't wake up if God himself came down and ordered her to do so.

I walked down the hallway to discover a sign on the elevator switch-board. The elevator was out of order and I had to take the stairs out of my apartment building. I took the stairwell and by third floor I smelled something odd. I noticed a wrapper for trojan condoms and the place smelled like sex. I was turned on by the smell of 'sex' that some men create when they sweat and 'work out' during sex.

I exited onto the main lobby with a mild erection that only went away when I imagined the morbidly obese lady, next door, dancing naked on six-inch stilettos! Fast forward to the library. It is a rather large structure reminsicent of s Brutalist architecture. The bare concrete walls that run all through the 11 maze-like floors give it a rather cold and gloomy reflection. I worked my way through the floors and students.

I noticed a guy staring at me from one of the shelves several stacks away. He was brown, Indian I think, to be exact. He was about 5'9", lean, primly dressed, with spiky hair that shined at different angles. His skin was tanned with a smooth face. His nose was long and smooth and he had a sparkle of lust and mischief in his eyes as he carefully stole glances at my way. I am 5'6", Indian, skinny with broad shoulders and a well-endowed ass. I find myself attractive and so do a lot of guys apparently.

I was momentarily distracted when I ran across the book I was looking for half an hour. I looked back and he was gone. I turned around, groaned slightly, and walked towards a study table. The smell from that morning kept looming back in my head. In this quiet space with very few individuals making the effort to come to the library this early in the day, I was alone and horny.

I decided to go to the washroom and take care of my business. I walked into a men's washroom neatly tucked away in a corner on the 7th floor. You would have to look twice to notice that this washroom even existed. I had often come here to jerk off and had blown two guys in one of the stalls in the past. I walked in and noticed that one of the lights didn't work. I walked towards the stall in the end and said to myself "my god, i could get raped in here and no body would hear a thing".

I went in and removed my jacket while I placed my bag on the ground. I stood against the wall and whipped out my cock. I was semi-hard and started to rub my cock when I heard the some noises outside. I don't know why. Perhaps I anticipated something on some level.

I put the thought out of my mind. I spat on my hand to lube up my dick and kept rubbing it till I felt good! I heard the door creak open quietly. My heart skipped a beat. I'd have to be quiet or else I'd be caught. The atmosphere was silent. My heart beating faster. I adjusted the way I stood so if someone checked from outside it would seem I sat down rather than had my back against the wall.

I had to make sure my feet were vertically facing the front door and not horizontally facing the other stall. I heard the door next to me open and this guy clicked it shut. I bent down to see who it was but could only see black reeboks with baggy jeans slowly coming down. I could smell the musk of this fucker and he smelled good. Watching the other stall with my cock slowly becoming limp in my hand. The foot slided to my side of the stall to indicate if I was interested. I had known this from the past.

When guys in stalls wanna have sex they make subtle signals and shoving your foot in another man's stall is definitely one of the most obvious ones. My heart pounded hard. I gently touched his foot with mine. The guy said, "Yo B, you ready to go downlow? I had lost my voice.

He sounded very masculine and rugged. His deep, low voice sent a chill through my body again. I heard some ruffling next door and realized that he was buttoning up. Next second, I heard a gentle tap on my door.

I slowly opened it to make sure this was all legit. I was glad that the stall was dark or the guy would have seen my flushed face. This was that same brown guy from before who was staring me down. He didn't waste any time making small talk. He came in, shut the door, and pushed me onto my knees. He quickly pulled his cock out.

My God, he was hard. His dick was 7" with a nice girth. As he shoved it down deeper and deeper, I could smell his cock and balls with the musky smell they carry and he said, "you are going to be my bitch for the next 10 minutes pussy boy so shut the fuck up and suck it" I started sucking on it. He pulled my hair and pushed it back on his cock and made me gag several times. His lips left a moan of pleasure everytime he made me gag on his cock.

He would occassionaly slap me on my face and make me gag faster. I had butterflies in my stomach from all this rough action. He didn't let mee speak but the act itself drove me wild and horny. He began to finger ass as soon as he turned me around. He bent me over the toilet and began to finger me even harder using several fingers at the same time. He kept slapping my ass and I could feel pain and pleasure at the same time. He finally pushed his head up my ass.

I pushed him out, "use a condom" but he slapped me across my face, bent me over and pushed even harder. He was hard but his cock became even harder as he rammed it down my ass. There was a sudden tap on the main door and within the next five seconds the door to the washroom opened again. We both stopped in our tracks. Frozen with our hearts pounding. It was some student taking a piss and whistling while doing so. It must have been 30 seconds but it felt like an eternity. I was bent over with this fucker grabbing my hands behind my back and his dick up my ass.

He had hit the spot and I had to stifle my pangs of pleasure and that made the pleasure even harder to resist. The student finally left and this guy just started pounding me like a dog. And then, I could feel his cock growing larger in my ass. He quickly pulled his dick out, turned me around, and came all over my face. I was pissed off about the cum on my face and tried to turn away but he grabbed my face and pushed his dick down my throat and gave a second load of cum which felt hot and salty.

He slapped his dick across my face to get the rest of the cum out as he said "you like that bitch boy After that he quickly cleaned up and walked out of the stall and exited the washroom.

I could hear him snickering with his friend outside who was probably on guard while this whole thing happened. I still hadn't cum but the entire incidence left me so horny that I just stood against the wall and started jerking off. I had never been more turned on in my life and I could still feel him up my ass.

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  1. My half-deaf room mate wouldn't wake up if God himself came down and ordered her to do so.

  2. I had known this from the past. The foot slided to my side of the stall to indicate if I was interested. He kept slapping my ass and I could feel pain and pleasure at the same time.

  3. I had butterflies in my stomach from all this rough action. I could smell the musk of this fucker and he smelled good.

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