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Filthy Gay sex inside college toilet: Chapter Two

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So there I was sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of piss and cum, totally spent with three fingers up my ass. As I caught my breath I started thinking about how I was gonna clean myself up. I took off my shirt and used it to wipe up as much cum as I could off of my face, hair and crotch. I thought about cleaning the cum off the walls and floor but decided I didn’t care. The thought of some totally hot guy coming in here and finding the bathroom reeking of sex was pretty exciting. I tucked my shirt into the back of my pants, left the stall and took a look at myself in the mirror. I was still a total mess but I figured it wouldn’t be totally obvious that I was covered in cum as long as I didn’t let anyone come close enough to smell me. Plus it was a warm summer day so a guy walking around shirtless wasn’t all that suspicious. On the way home I tried to avoid people as best as I could, luckily there weren’t that many people out. Either that or I just didn’t notice anyone because my head was still spinning as the reality of my super hot bathroom encounter sank in.

Once I got back to my dorm I threw my dirty clothes in the back of my closet and grabbed some new ones and a towel and headed straight for the floor showers. Luckily, the halls were empty (not surprising on a Monday
night) and my roommate wasn’t in. I figured he went to dinner or something, not that I really cared where he was at this particular moment.

When I climbed in the shower I was a little apprehensive; I didn’t want to get rid of all the nasty sex smells I’d accumulated but I knew I couldn’t risk going out in public like this again. As the hot spray of the shower hit me I remembered that I still had a cum-stained shirt and a pair of piss-soaked tighty-whities that I could sniff anytime I got horny. I kept my shower short, mostly just made myself presentable. I went to the dining hall to grab dinner and when I got back to my room, Dan was back and we just hung out for the rest of the night.

On Tuesday my classes seemed to go on forever, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Jayant had planned for me later today. I got out at 3 so I had a little time to kill before I could go meet him. I rushed back to my room and threw my dirty clothes from last time into my backpack so I could bring them with. I was pretty excited so I ended up getting there a few minutes early. I walked in the stall and instantly noticed that it hadn’t been cleaned. Sure, everything had dried off but there were noticeable stains all over. I wondered how dirty this place would be after a couple weeks. With that thought and the smell that still lingered in this nasty bathroom my cock boned up quick so I took off all my clothes and put them in my backpack. I took out my shirt-turned-cumrag and took a deep whiff. His cum smelled so good I couldn’t help but take a seat and start playing with my rock hard cock while I waited for Jayant to get there. I didn’t want to get too far without him so I kept it slow. I tugged on my foreskin a bit, rolling and pinching it with my fingers, before I stuck my middle finger in and ran it in circles around my slippery dickhead.

Suddenly I snapped back into reality when I heard someone come in the bathroom. I’d lost track of time but it had to have been at least 15 minutes since I got there. I heard footsteps leading up to my stall door, and then that all so familiar voice asking, “That you, Bhusan?” My dick pulsed just hearing his voice. “Yeah.” I waited for him to enter the next stall. He didn’t. After a little while he asked, “You gonna let me in or what?” He wanted to come in, see me face to face? I wasn’t expecting that. But I didn’t want to keep him waiting and I thought, why not, I’d done stuff with Jayant I hadn’t even thought about doing before, it almost felt like I really knew him so I put away my soiled shirt and rushed to unlock the stall door. Plus I was pretty excited to match a face to the name (and the dick).

Standing before me when I opened the door was the owner of the cock I had worshiped. The first thing I noticed was his stature. He was a little under 6″ tall and probably around 55 kgs. I was a little surprised; with his humongous dick and cocky attitude I expected some huge jock. Don’t get me wrong, he was no wimp. I could tell he was pretty fit and he still held this air of dominance that made me want to get down and suck him dry right
through his pants. There was something in his cocky grin, he was smirking at me like I was his and he knew it. He had a beanie cap on over his jet-black hair that stuck out framing his face perfectly. He was wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans that did absolutely nothing to hide his massive cock, as if he would ever want to. On his huge feet he had a pair of white sneakers that looked like they’d seen better days. I estimated them at about a size 14.

“Well, well, you’re already naked! That’s just how daddy likes to be greeted.” Jayant said as he walked in and locked the stall door. He took off his shirt and, moving past me, took a seat on the toilet and ordered, “Get on your knees.” Jayant had one hand up behind his head, exposing his hairy pit, and was stroking the obvious bulge running down the leg of his pants with the other. I knelt down and waited eagerly for whatever was next. He smiled when he saw how quickly I followed his command. “Good boy.” he praised. He had a flat, smooth stomach without a trace of hair except for the top of his bush I could see spilling out of the waistline of his pants. I let my eyes wander up his chest, over his pillowy pecs and towards his armpit. The thick bush there was a stark contrast to his hairless chest. I could smell the ripe odor coming off his unwashed pit from down here and I desperately wanted to bury my face in it and go hog-wild. In that moment there were so many things I wanted to do to him but, but most of all, I wanted his filthy, smelly monster cock buried deep inside of me, pumping quarts of his sticky man-juice into my accommodating body until I couldn’t take any more. Fearing his disapproval, I used every ounce of self control I had to hold back. I was literally drooling for him as my eyes kept wandering up and made contact with his dark brown ones. He must have seen the desire in my eyes because his grin grew wider and he said “Someone’s an eager puppy today. I know just what you want.” He squeezed his cock through his jeans. “Yesterday I gave up this prized meat for free but today you’re gonna have to earn it.” He kicked off his sneakers and shoved one of his socked-feet in my face. “Why don’t you start with these?”

The smell coming off his feet was strong; he must’ve been wearing those socks for a couple of days now. His sock felt moist to the touch with sweat as I pulled it off, revealing his big, manly size 14 foot. I took a moment to deeply breathe in the masculine scent of his smelly foot before licking the underside up from the heel tracing the arc all the way up to the toes. When my tongue reached the apex I eagerly enveloped his big toe in my mouth and suckled on it like a piglet. I took each of his toes into my mouth and sucked them in turn; I worshipfully licked every inch of my master’s foot before giving the other the same treatment, and I loved every degrading second of it.

Once Jayant had had enough of me worshiping his feet he pulled me slowly by the hair up across his chest. I licked and sucked my way across his smooth, taut, stomach, over his pecs, nibbling on one of his nipples along the way,
until I finally reached the apex of my desires, the sweaty pheromone-laden bush that had my cock leaking pre-cum since the moment I caught my first whiff. I breathed deep the heady aroma of his smelly pit before plunging my face into his thick bush. I pressed my tongue hard into his skin; the taste of Jayant’s funk flooded my mouth. The smell was incredible up close, and the feeling of his coarse hairs against my tongue only turned me on more,
overloading my senses. It was reminiscent of sucking his balls, but different in its own excitingly nasty way. As I made out with one of Jayant’s pits I reached my hand into the other, running my fingers through the sweaty bush, feeling the soft skin underneath, the skin that provided this amazing feast for my senses. My cock throbbed and spat out a constant stream of precum as I reveled in my newfound fetish for the awesome tastes and smells only a man’s body could produce. When it got to the point that I couldn’t taste much more than my own saliva I quickly moved over to his other pit and lavished it with the same attention I’d given the first. As I gorged myself on Jayant’s man-stink he reached down and started unzipping his pants. He pushed me back and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Finally, I got a chance to check out his massive horse-cock. It looked awesome dripping huge amounts of precum. I desperately wanted to lick it so I started to lean in close, but suddenly Jayant grabbed me by the hair and sharply pulled my head back.

“Bitch, did I tell you that you could have my cock?” He viciously barked at me.

“No sir. I’m sorry.” I quickly responded.

“That’s right, I didn’t. Looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson,” Jayant said as he loosened his grip on my hair. “Reach into my left pocket and take out your punishment.” I did as I was told and in Jayant’s pants pocket I found a 7 inch red rubber dildo. Jayant flashed me a devilish grin. “You better get plenty lubed up with my jizz. You’re gonna fuck yourself on that dick while you eat out my nasty shit-hole.”

I’ll be honest, this was definitely an unexpected twist, I was a bit nervous about having something that big inside me, but it was no punishment. I alternated running my hand up and down Jayant’s pre-dripping cock and the dildo until all three were thoroughly coated in copious amounts of Jayant’s natural lubricant. Then, to make sure I was ready, I shoved a couple of cum-slicked fingers up my tight virgin boyhole. As I worked myself over with my scummy fingers, Jayant slouched down on the toilet, pulled his knees up to his chest, grabbed me by the hair, and forced my face into his sweaty ass trench. I started slowly licking from the bottom of his crack upwards and as I got closer to the goal the tastes in my mouth grew stronger and stronger. Once my tongue found its target I completely lost control of myself as I started making out with Jayant’s dirty asshole. I forcefully shoved a third and fourth finger into my loosening rectum and began really fucking myself on my hand.

Above me, Jayant started stroking his massive erection while he moaned out “You like the taste of my sloppy hole? Work that tongue in there, nice and deep. And don’t forget about that dildo.” I pulled my fingers out of my ass
and grabbed the dildo. I slapped on another coat of Jayant’s precum, lined it up with my hole and slowly sat down on that rubber dick, all without ever breaking contact with Jayant’s ripe shit hole. The toy probed deeper into my
ass than anything ever had, touching parts of me that had never been stimulated before. Suddenly, I hit something up there that sent waves of pleasure from my ass to my balls and up the length of my dick, eliciting a whimpered moan from my throat. Once the feeling passed, I needed more so I quickly pulled the dildo out and plunged it right back in. I fucked myself hard on that rubber dick as I sloppily tongued out Jayant’s hole. I couldn’t
get enough of all these new sensations and it was starting to get a little overwhelming. My cock was throbbing so hard, practically begging me to stroke it, and I didn’t have the willpower to resist. I started beating off as fast as I could and by about the 10th stroke my whole body tensed up as my cock spat shot after shot of hot teen spunk onto the floor and the base of the toilet in front of me.

“Damn, boy, you really like that toy in your boycunt, huh?” Jayant said as I continued to suck his nasty shitter and tried to catch my breath. He put his legs back down, bringing his dripping, pulsating cock closer to me. Even though I’d just came, having his gigantic cock just inches from my face made my still hard dick twitch in anticipation.

“You want the real thing in you, don’t you, slut? You wanna feel this big manly cock tearing up your insides? Tell you what, you work that tight little pussy of your over `til it’s nice and loose and I’ll give you the fucking of a lifetime tomorrow. For now, why don’t you suck me off like a good boy?” I didn’t need to be told twice. I leaned in to finally get a taste of my prize when Jayant put out his hand and stopped me.

“Wait,” he said. “Before you do that, go grab the bag I left you by the sink.” I couldn’t hide my curiosity as I unlocked the stall door and ran out, naked, to retrieve the bag. Once I got back I opened it up and found a collection of dildos of different sizes and colors. Also in the bag was an empty shampoo bottle. I was a little confused.

“Those should get you ready for this by tomorrow,” he said, squeezing a huge glob of pre-cum out of his massive dong. He scooped up his leaking jizz on two of his fingers and held his hand in front of my face. I opened my mouth and eagerly sucked the cum off his fingers, his man seed mingled on my palette with all the other tastes I’d collected from his nasty body.

“The bottle’s in case you need a little lube, or a midnight snack, later. It shouldn’t be hard to find something to fill it with. Now, lie down on your back. Daddy’s got another treat for his dirty little slut.” As I lied down on the cold, piss and cum stained bathroom floor, the red dildo still buried in my hole, I thought about how awesome it’d be to have access to Jayant’s delicious cock slime whenever I wanted it. Jayant straddled my chest, his heavy piece resting on my sternum. He lifted it up leaving a trail of pre-cum between us and aimed it at my face. “Open your mouth.” The second I did he let out a heavy sigh and started releasing a torrent of hot golden piss right in my face. He sprayed up and down, covering every inch of my head, drenching my hair and filling my open mouth. The warm stream spurted hard against my skin and the smell of sour piss filled the air. I could taste the acrid flavor of his urine as it filled my mouth to overflowing. Acting on instinct, I swallowed, taking Jayant’s liquid waste into my stomach. I had become his toilet, his sex toy, and I loved it. My mouth filled over and over, and I eagerly swallowed each time, until his flow trickled off to a stop. By then I was drenched in hot pungent urine, ready for anything Jayant might want to do.

Once he shook the last few drops onto my chest Jayant grabbed me by the hair, leaned forward, and shoved his cheesy cock-head into my mouth. Of all the nasty tastes and smells Jayant had given to me, none of them compared to the delicious flavor of his dirty cock. Slick with his pre-cum, the first few inches readily slid down my throat. It felt so good to have his manly pole inside of me. My tongue danced over his tangy flesh, soon joined by my throat muscles as I swallowed repeatedly to keep myself from gagging; a trick I pretty much had to learn while sucking on Jayant’s monster dong.

As he slowly sunk his dick deeper into my throat he reached back and took hold of the dildo that my sphincter was tightly gripping. When he was about 7 inches down my throat he stopped for a second before pulling both his
dick and the rubber one out of me in one quick move. He rammed both back in over and over, violently fucking me at both ends. With each synchronized thrust a surge shot through my aching genitals and a bit of precum leaked from both our dicks. After drinking so much piss, my stomach was quickly filling with Jayant’s juices, but if I could have spoken then I would have been begging for more. The sensations shooting through my abused boyhole were driving me wild, making me suck on the meaty cock in my mouth like a boy at his mother’s teat. I felt like I needed the nourishing man-milk that Jayant was so generously supplying me. As Jayant quickened his pace I could tell I was getting close to another mind blowing orgasm. Judging by the steady pulse of his cock and his increasingly erratic breathing, I knew Jayant must have been close too. As he got closer to the edge he shifted his focus more towards fucking my face and began plunging his downward curved cock into my mouth as hard as he could. My eyes started to water and I gagged heavily as inch after inch of his thick meaty cock invaded farther and farther into my mouth. He pulled out all the way and put all his remaining energy into his next thrust, forcing all 11 inches deep down my throat. His whole body spasmed and he yelled out in ecstasy as his dick exploded straight into my stomach. My face was buried in his dense bush, his wiry black hairs tickling my nose and his taught ballsack pressing on my chin. I wished that I could taste Jayant’s delicious seed and, as if he read my mind, he pulled his cock out of my throat until I was greedily lapping my tongue at his still shooting head. The thick ropes of hot cum quickly filled my mouth until Jayant pulled out and stroked himself as he spewed dicksauce all over my
chest and face. Once he had shot a few thick streams on me he grabbed the empty bottle and started filling it up. The bulk of his orgasm was over but he was still able to fill about half of the bottle with his still-leaking dick.

I didn’t swallow right away, I wanted to savor the taste of Jayant’s semen,and as I enjoyed my well-earned reward, Jayant surprised me by leaning down and kissing me on the lips. He dipped his tongue into my slime-filled mouth
and zealously made out with me, the two of us swapping his creamy load back and forth. As he kissed me, Jayant reached down to stroke my dick. At this point I was about an inch away from blowing my load so it only took a few
strokes before I started spewing my second batch of semen all over Jayant’s hand. He broke away from our kiss, leaving a stream of spit and semen connecting us, until it broke and fell back down into my mouth. We were both still trying to catch our breath as he let me suck my own dick juice from his fingers, adding it to the milky broth in my mouth. When his hand was clean he held his face over mine and let loose the jizz and spit he held in his mouth into mine. When I had it all Jayant commanded me in almost a whisper, “Swallow.”

We spent the next few minutes making out on that cold bathroom floor, reveling in the perversity of what we’d just done. When we finally stopped, Jayant helped me gather his remaining cum from my chest and face into the shampoo bottle. We got up and cleaned ourselves as best as we could. Once Jayant was dressed, he muttered out a quick “See you tomorrow,” flashed me a grin, and he was gone.

I went home, my ass and throat aching from the abuse they’d taken. I took a quick shower, piled into bed, and fell asleep thinking about what it would be like tomorrow when Jayant sticks his massive dick in my tight boy-pussy. I
was going to have to find some time to get myself ready.

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