I Belonged To Them All
Intro: My dick and Me
In the early 1970s, I basically wanted constant sex. For every free minute that was available I was out searching for sex. Fortunately, men were very easy for me to find. Even if I do say so myself, at 19 I was a pretty cute, skinny, blondish-redhead and I am blessed with a larger than average sized dick. Both of these attributes put me in high demand whereever I went, and I could mostly have the pick of anyone I wanted. I wasn't all that picky though. I'd suck and drink anybody as long as long you were one of my boys. Heck, I'd do it with you and several others at the same time.
I just needed as much dick as I could get. The only thing I don't like about my own penis however is when I was born, they amputated my foreskin without my knowledge and consent, and for no good reason...but oh OK...that's a different thread. Other than that, I have a pretty awesome penis.
When it is fully hard it is seven and three-quarters inches long. When I'm having a particularly intense moment, I can do this thing where I constrict the blood flow at the base of my penis which causes my head to engorge and swell to about double its normal size. That will add another half-inch or so and make it eight and a quarter inches. It's a fun trick to pull on guys when my dick is deep in their throat. I sneak my finger to that large vein on the top and press down to trap the blood. The head then suddenly swells up to completely fill their mouth. They are mesmerized by my dick unexpectedly growing in their mouth. If I do it at the right moment, it produces a sensational orgasm where the only thing they can do is hold my engorged head around their lips while they guzzle down my semen. So while I don't have a "monster dick", it is pretty good sized and it is larger than most people I met; and most people I met, wanted it. My then constant search for sex led me at 19 to one of the local universities. This is a very large and very old, established university with about 20 buildings. At that time, several of the buildings had sexually active restrooms with glory holes cut into most every stall. In those days, this kind of thing was commonplace believe it or not. A lot of straight college boys would go into these bathrooms and get their dicks sucked all the time. I was only too happy to comply, and I had my fair share of some magnificent penises. No one at the uni ever bothered about it either. These bathrooms were usually in lower level, out of the way areas that didn't get as much regular traffic. A couple, were near busy common areas that made it more difficult to suck a dick and not get caught; but it also made them great bathrooms to catch the ordinary student who just came in to do his business and who saw the glory hole and then got a random blow job. It was pretty low key and quiet during the day when classes were in session. It was during these off-time weekdays when things were not too active, that I would go to one particular bathroom near the campus cafeteria that had a lot of traffic. The urinals were next to the stalls lined up in a row with no partitions between them. Someone had drilled a small hole in the end stall so you could look through and watch guys piss like those spy videos you see on porn sites. I wish we had cell phones with cameras back then. I saw some pretty amazing pissing cocks through that hole. I used to sit there for hours jerking off while watching hot guys piss and wishing my mouth could be between their dick and the urinal. I've had a thing for piss as long as I can remember... so read on.
My Boys - Drinking Them In
It was later in the evening and on weekends however, that these lower-level out-of-the-way restrooms became virtual orgies. Often there would be several blow jobs going on at once across contiguous stalls. It was not unusual to find two guys standing back to back in one stall; one with his penis through the hole to left and the other with his penis through the hole to the right. If the stalls were in use, they would stand at the urinals and wait for someone to come along and suck them right out in the open. It didn't matter. After they understood the protocol, few were shy about being watched or being recognized. Anyone who came in at 11 pm was "friendly", so no one even moved when the bathroom door opened. Adding to what I said earlier it wasn't just my looks and big dick that put me in demand at the university. I became known as a regular in these bathrooms with a reputation for not only being an expert cocksucker and piss-drinker but was also sought out for my discretion and gratification that I gave. Little did they understand at first how much they needed me and the role I'd come to play in success. I was their age and I fit right in with them. I had a "clientele" of college boys ready for me to drink them and to suck them, and at times I even had a waiting line. Once they learned, most of them would hold their piss for me so I could drink them before sucking the semen out of them. Quite a few were super turned on by the idea of someone drinking their piss. This worked out to my definite advantage with those who had been out drinking beer and came back late at night super horny and with full bladders. It got around the dorms that this young blond guy would be in one these bathrooms and would drink them down and suck them off.
Some would be half drunk and make their way to one of these bathrooms and I'd be ready to take care of them most every Friday and Saturday night and most weeknights too. One of them liked to pretend he couldn't hold it and would soak my hair and spray me in the face before I got his penis into my mouth. He thought it was funny, but I actually let him do it and looked forward to it. I loved having my clothes and hair soaked in his piss. I loved it dripping down my face and chest and the smell...oh the smell. The aroma of one guy’s piss as it drips from my hair while another guys dick was is my mouth is head-spinning. I kept unwashed, piss-soaked clothes in my apartment for weeks just for the memory and the lingering scent of the hot guys it came from and slept with those clothes at night. I didn't wash my hair until I had to because it kept them close to me. I learned to recognize the scent of each one. I could smell them almost before I saw them. There is nothing like the aroma that emanates from male genitals and the scent from their pits as they open their shirts and drop their pants. The musk of flowing hormones mixed with the oils on the balls and the hair in armpits drove me insane with passion for them. With their dick in my mouth, and their balls right up against my nostrils my head would spin as the odor of their bodies mixed with the smell and taste of their cum and piss. We shared a male bond, if only briefly, and it filled me desire.
On good weekends, the encounters would go on for hours into the night and I got to suck and swallow a myriad of dicks and cum loads and drink quarts of piss. As the night went on, I had drunk so much piss I would be pissing almost constantly. But being skinny and hung, I could bend over and put my own dick in my mouth and drink it back down. I knew I was re-taking the piss of the guys I'd already drunk, and it was like drinking them again, but now it was all of them at once blended with own self. Often I would hold the last guy's semen in my mouth until another came in just to savor the taste of it, and of him. I'd circulate it around in my cheeks and across my tongue to feel the smooth, viscous texture and the delicacy of the warm musky taste of his substance. Trust me, no two loads of semen taste the same; each load is the unique essence of the penis that ejaculated it and the aura of the guy that created it; their DNA, their hormones, their sperm, their chemistry, the very nature of their male existence. Their semen was them, and I relished their semen until I had to swallow them into my body. Their piss and their semen were now in me. I drank them in and they are part of me... they were my boys.
A Random Encounter
One warm, May afternoon I had just arrived at the university. Because it was closest to where I parked, my first stop was always one of the smaller bathrooms near a student study area and coffee shop. This restroom had two stalls with a glory hole and two urinals with no partition between that was located in an alcove on the other side. As I was approaching from one side of the building another young guy I'd not seen before and that I knew immediately I wanted, was approaching from the other side. He was stunningly gorgeous; hot, cute, sexy; a 10 in face and body. I started walking faster so as to be closer behind him and I hoped he would go into the restroom that I might have a chance at him. He did go into the restroom and I followed right behind. But he walked over to the urinals instead of the glory hole stalls, which was a good thing because one stall was occupied. I followed him to the urinal and stood next to him on the right. Since there were only two urinals in the little alcove it was the natural thing to do. I unzipped my pants and exposed my dick. He unbuckled his belt, then he unbuttoned the button at the top of his jeans, he unzipped his zipper and then pulled his pants down to below his hips. I was getting excited. He then reached into his shorts and hauled out this monstrous, completely intact penis with a long, thick, tapering foreskin and an ant-eater type tip; a penis the likes of which I've not seen before or since. I don't know how big it was but he cradled it from underneath in the palms of both hands. The left palm supported the penis at the base with the right palm in front. The rest of his penis flopped past the right hand as yet more than another handful of length hung down toward the urinal. He never pulled back any of the skin and soon his urine started dribbling out through the long foreskin taper. The inside of that foreskin must have been a gourmet delight. I desperately wanted to be on my knees with that pissing foreskin in my mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was beside myself with what I was beholding. It felt like I'd suddenly received an adrenaline injection directly into my bloodstream. I'd hit the quad-feta, all my favorite things: A stunning guy, a massive penis, a long thick foreskin, and delicious piss... all at once. The only thing missing was his silky semen. The image burned itself indelibly into my brain and I have jerked to it thousands of times since. My whole body was shaking, and I could literally feel the blood surging into my penis. My heart struggled to pump fast enough as blood flooded in and my dick instantly went from soft, to solid, throbbing, painfully hard within seconds. My prostate was already pulsing out a stream of clear pre-cum. I grasped the base of my now agonizingly turgid penis and I squeezed the vein to trap the surge of blood, and the head of my penis swelled to the point of almost tearing the skin. I hoped he would notice and I would be able to have him. A few more seconds and my whole body started to intensely vibrate. I had to grab the top of the urinal to hold myself up as I uncontrollably started to orgasm. The semen spurted out of me at high pressure and I could hear my cum striking against the wall of the urinal in front of me. He had not even finished pissing yet and I kid you not, I'd gone from soft to solid rock hard to intense orgasm within less than 30 seconds. I must have let out some kind of whimper or moan as I cummed and fell quivering against the wall. He gave me a weird look and I know he saw me cum but ignored it. When he finished pissing e pushed his pants and shorts down to the knees and let his penis hang and sway for a moment. I could not help but think of all the piss and probably cheese he was storing inside that magnificent foreskin. Then he pulled up the shorts and pants over his cock and stuffed it back in and walked out. This whole incident had lasted only a few minutes. But just watching him gave me the most intense, unforgettable orgasm of my life. Maybe my cumming distracted him because he did not flush the urinal. He unknowingly had left me a present: his piss in the urinal with drips on the porcelain edges. I got down on my knees in front of that urinal and smelled and licked up the drops of his piss. I was still shaking, my head spinning, my heart still pounding and my penis still solid hard even after that monumental orgasm. I went to sit down in the open stall to rest a moment. Luckily and gratefully for me, I could see through the glory hole that one of my regular college boys was in the other stall. I involuntarily said please I have to suck your dick right now. He could see me too and eagerly stood up to put his dick through the hole. His penis came through and I was on him immediately. Just the feeling of his hard dick in my mouth gave me relief as I shoved his penis to the back of my throat. With a desperate obsession for another orgasm I furiously masturbated myself while I ravished his dick until he cummed in my mouth, and with him, I simultaneously cummed in my hand. I licked up my own sperm and mixed with his swallowed both loads.
Finally feeling calmed and satisfied, for a moment at least, I thanked him and he thanked me and said he had to go to class, and then added I'll be at building 3, full up and ready if you are, 9pm. See you then, I said. The whole incident had lasted half an hour at most but it was not however the end of my day at the uni. I had only just gotten there. As I remember this was an especially good. My guy arrived at 9 pm like he promised, and a newbie arrived right behind him and I took them both in succession. I felt so satisfied and relaxed and it made up for not getting the guy at the urinal earlier.
I Belonged to Them All
The atmosphere was exhilarating in these night-time encounters. They were young, hard-bodied college students, 18 to 24 with testosterone coursing through their blood and pent-up desire coursing through their minds; just like my need for them coursed through my own body and mind. They would come to these secretive bathrooms in the heat of the night aching for release; physical and emotional release, and I gave them the succor they needed at no cost and expected nothing in return. I fulfilled a basic human need for them, without commitment or needless foreplay, in a way they'd never experienced. A pure, immediate draining of their carnal physicality and their held-in emotionality. These are hare-core, primal male needs: intrinsic, instinctual, and fundamental to their very nature and being. Needs that likely had never been touched or even consciously recognized. But their bodies knew it; their penis knew it and demanded attention. These unrequited urges rose up in them and overwhelmed them until they had no choice but to surrender and fulfil them or be crushed by them. Time after time, they let themselves go and I gave them the release and relief they must have in a way that no one but another male human being can do, nor understand. They surrendered their bodies and freely submitted themselves. Our eyes met, our hands touched, I felt their legs and sensed their desire; unrelenting craving seethed out of them. They put their penis into my mouth and their arms around my neck. They unleashed these overpowering primal passions and let them all flow into me. They felt the warmth of their own their piss surrounding their own penis while I held it in my mouth and they whimpered in exultation as another human being drank them in. I could sense their pleasure points immediately and by instinct I knew their needs.
My body synchronized with theirs and I could feel in my flesh whether they needed me to aggressively suck their now throbbing tumid penis, or let them thrust it in, or gently caress it deeply down my throat. I could discern how their bodies should be touched and felt their response. Their hormones raged, their heart raced, heat radiated from them, the unique pungent scent of unadulterated maleness emanated from their pores, and the taste of them captivated my senses. Their entire body progressed from trembling anticipation, to quaking tremors, to near convulsions as they reached the release their body and mind now demanded. I felt them shudder and spasm in ecstasy. Their orgasm cascaded uncontrollably over and through their body and waves of euphoric rapture flooded their minds. I held their legs tightly to keep them steady and they clutched on to my head in mutual embrace as they explosively ejaculated their semen into my throat. I remained there with them cherishing their now softening penis in my mouth; their cum in my cheeks; holding them securely while the orgasm after-shock spasms subsided and until they collapsed over me in satisfaction and exhaustion. Not only had they drained their urine and their semen into me, but with it, they drained the power that their consuming passions had held over them. That power was released through their penis and transferred into me. I took it from them and swallowed it into myself and by consuming them, it satisfied the passions that consumed me. I had absorbed the very essence of them, and they became part of me, and release engulfed us both. Some of them thanked me, but most said nothing. They didn't need to. I could see the contentment in their eyes, and we were both gratified.
All of them, however, came back when those innate passions began to smolder and churn again. I treated them all with kindness and respect and they treated me the same. At that moment; at that time; I was made for them and them for me. If they'd been out dancing hard, working hard, sweating hard, studying hard, they came to those late-night secret rendezvous bathrooms with their one encompassing need for orgasmic relief in body and mind. Whether their bodies were screaming for release, or their minds pleading for relief, I gave them the release they were begging for. They were pure, masculine, physical, young men with male sexuality sweating out of their skin. Their hair, their face, their hands and arms, the sweat rolling down their chest, the odor from their armpits and pubic hair, their furry legs and solid chest, their penis at full erection pulsing and throbbing in tune with the beat of their heart, their bladder begging to empty; and the vulnerability in their faces as they approached me and without hesitation, willingly gave me their body. They had learned to trust me and I never betrayed a single one. Nor did it matter that I gave the same release to their friends; in fact they were grateful for it. It was never about relationship. It was about physically melding with them and fulfilling in them that deep, masculine, primordial urge that lives in the bodies and blood of all males and then letting them go without the worry of obligation, commitment, or requirement. So it didn't matter. I belonged to them all. They discovered that need in themselves and learned to recognize that need when it boiled over in their friends. At times, I believe they sent some of those friends to these secret places and to me. I barely spoke a word with most of them and we rarely needed to; I never knew a name. One in particular, with whom there had not been a single word, ever, in the 4 years that I had at least weekly engaged with him, one day pulled me up after his shattering orgasm and with the taste of his piss still on my tongue, and his cum still swirling in my mouth, he whispered quietly in my ear, "I'm graduating and leaving soon. You know I'm not gay but I would not have made it through college without you. Thank you". I gulped him into myself for the last time and replied "My pleasure and our secret my friend". I like to think many of the others felt the same. That was the way my life was from 19 to 24 and oh how I wish I could do it again.
Intro: My dick and Me
In the early 1970s, I basically wanted constant sex. For every free minute that was available I was out searching for sex. Fortunately, men were very easy for me to find. Even if I do say so myself, at 19 I was a pretty cute, skinny, blondish-redhead and I am blessed with a larger than average sized dick. Both of these attributes put me in high demand whereever I went, and I could mostly have the pick of anyone I wanted. I wasn't all that picky though. I'd suck and drink anybody as long as long you were one of my boys. Heck, I'd do it with you and several others at the same time.
I just needed as much dick as I could get. The only thing I don't like about my own penis however is when I was born, they amputated my foreskin without my knowledge and consent, and for no good reason...but oh OK...that's a different thread. Other than that, I have a pretty awesome penis.
When it is fully hard it is seven and three-quarters inches long. When I'm having a particularly intense moment, I can do this thing where I constrict the blood flow at the base of my penis which causes my head to engorge and swell to about double its normal size. That will add another half-inch or so and make it eight and a quarter inches. It's a fun trick to pull on guys when my dick is deep in their throat. I sneak my finger to that large vein on the top and press down to trap the blood. The head then suddenly swells up to completely fill their mouth. They are mesmerized by my dick unexpectedly growing in their mouth. If I do it at the right moment, it produces a sensational orgasm where the only thing they can do is hold my engorged head around their lips while they guzzle down my semen. So while I don't have a "monster dick", it is pretty good sized and it is larger than most people I met; and most people I met, wanted it. My then constant search for sex led me at 19 to one of the local universities. This is a very large and very old, established university with about 20 buildings. At that time, several of the buildings had sexually active restrooms with glory holes cut into most every stall. In those days, this kind of thing was commonplace believe it or not. A lot of straight college boys would go into these bathrooms and get their dicks sucked all the time. I was only too happy to comply, and I had my fair share of some magnificent penises. No one at the uni ever bothered about it either. These bathrooms were usually in lower level, out of the way areas that didn't get as much regular traffic. A couple, were near busy common areas that made it more difficult to suck a dick and not get caught; but it also made them great bathrooms to catch the ordinary student who just came in to do his business and who saw the glory hole and then got a random blow job. It was pretty low key and quiet during the day when classes were in session. It was during these off-time weekdays when things were not too active, that I would go to one particular bathroom near the campus cafeteria that had a lot of traffic. The urinals were next to the stalls lined up in a row with no partitions between them. Someone had drilled a small hole in the end stall so you could look through and watch guys piss like those spy videos you see on porn sites. I wish we had cell phones with cameras back then. I saw some pretty amazing pissing cocks through that hole. I used to sit there for hours jerking off while watching hot guys piss and wishing my mouth could be between their dick and the urinal. I've had a thing for piss as long as I can remember... so read on.
My Boys - Drinking Them In
It was later in the evening and on weekends however, that these lower-level out-of-the-way restrooms became virtual orgies. Often there would be several blow jobs going on at once across contiguous stalls. It was not unusual to find two guys standing back to back in one stall; one with his penis through the hole to left and the other with his penis through the hole to the right. If the stalls were in use, they would stand at the urinals and wait for someone to come along and suck them right out in the open. It didn't matter. After they understood the protocol, few were shy about being watched or being recognized. Anyone who came in at 11 pm was "friendly", so no one even moved when the bathroom door opened. Adding to what I said earlier it wasn't just my looks and big dick that put me in demand at the university. I became known as a regular in these bathrooms with a reputation for not only being an expert cocksucker and piss-drinker but was also sought out for my discretion and gratification that I gave. Little did they understand at first how much they needed me and the role I'd come to play in success. I was their age and I fit right in with them. I had a "clientele" of college boys ready for me to drink them and to suck them, and at times I even had a waiting line. Once they learned, most of them would hold their piss for me so I could drink them before sucking the semen out of them. Quite a few were super turned on by the idea of someone drinking their piss. This worked out to my definite advantage with those who had been out drinking beer and came back late at night super horny and with full bladders. It got around the dorms that this young blond guy would be in one these bathrooms and would drink them down and suck them off.
Some would be half drunk and make their way to one of these bathrooms and I'd be ready to take care of them most every Friday and Saturday night and most weeknights too. One of them liked to pretend he couldn't hold it and would soak my hair and spray me in the face before I got his penis into my mouth. He thought it was funny, but I actually let him do it and looked forward to it. I loved having my clothes and hair soaked in his piss. I loved it dripping down my face and chest and the smell...oh the smell. The aroma of one guy’s piss as it drips from my hair while another guys dick was is my mouth is head-spinning. I kept unwashed, piss-soaked clothes in my apartment for weeks just for the memory and the lingering scent of the hot guys it came from and slept with those clothes at night. I didn't wash my hair until I had to because it kept them close to me. I learned to recognize the scent of each one. I could smell them almost before I saw them. There is nothing like the aroma that emanates from male genitals and the scent from their pits as they open their shirts and drop their pants. The musk of flowing hormones mixed with the oils on the balls and the hair in armpits drove me insane with passion for them. With their dick in my mouth, and their balls right up against my nostrils my head would spin as the odor of their bodies mixed with the smell and taste of their cum and piss. We shared a male bond, if only briefly, and it filled me desire.
On good weekends, the encounters would go on for hours into the night and I got to suck and swallow a myriad of dicks and cum loads and drink quarts of piss. As the night went on, I had drunk so much piss I would be pissing almost constantly. But being skinny and hung, I could bend over and put my own dick in my mouth and drink it back down. I knew I was re-taking the piss of the guys I'd already drunk, and it was like drinking them again, but now it was all of them at once blended with own self. Often I would hold the last guy's semen in my mouth until another came in just to savor the taste of it, and of him. I'd circulate it around in my cheeks and across my tongue to feel the smooth, viscous texture and the delicacy of the warm musky taste of his substance. Trust me, no two loads of semen taste the same; each load is the unique essence of the penis that ejaculated it and the aura of the guy that created it; their DNA, their hormones, their sperm, their chemistry, the very nature of their male existence. Their semen was them, and I relished their semen until I had to swallow them into my body. Their piss and their semen were now in me. I drank them in and they are part of me... they were my boys.
A Random Encounter
One warm, May afternoon I had just arrived at the university. Because it was closest to where I parked, my first stop was always one of the smaller bathrooms near a student study area and coffee shop. This restroom had two stalls with a glory hole and two urinals with no partition between that was located in an alcove on the other side. As I was approaching from one side of the building another young guy I'd not seen before and that I knew immediately I wanted, was approaching from the other side. He was stunningly gorgeous; hot, cute, sexy; a 10 in face and body. I started walking faster so as to be closer behind him and I hoped he would go into the restroom that I might have a chance at him. He did go into the restroom and I followed right behind. But he walked over to the urinals instead of the glory hole stalls, which was a good thing because one stall was occupied. I followed him to the urinal and stood next to him on the right. Since there were only two urinals in the little alcove it was the natural thing to do. I unzipped my pants and exposed my dick. He unbuckled his belt, then he unbuttoned the button at the top of his jeans, he unzipped his zipper and then pulled his pants down to below his hips. I was getting excited. He then reached into his shorts and hauled out this monstrous, completely intact penis with a long, thick, tapering foreskin and an ant-eater type tip; a penis the likes of which I've not seen before or since. I don't know how big it was but he cradled it from underneath in the palms of both hands. The left palm supported the penis at the base with the right palm in front. The rest of his penis flopped past the right hand as yet more than another handful of length hung down toward the urinal. He never pulled back any of the skin and soon his urine started dribbling out through the long foreskin taper. The inside of that foreskin must have been a gourmet delight. I desperately wanted to be on my knees with that pissing foreskin in my mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was beside myself with what I was beholding. It felt like I'd suddenly received an adrenaline injection directly into my bloodstream. I'd hit the quad-feta, all my favorite things: A stunning guy, a massive penis, a long thick foreskin, and delicious piss... all at once. The only thing missing was his silky semen. The image burned itself indelibly into my brain and I have jerked to it thousands of times since. My whole body was shaking, and I could literally feel the blood surging into my penis. My heart struggled to pump fast enough as blood flooded in and my dick instantly went from soft, to solid, throbbing, painfully hard within seconds. My prostate was already pulsing out a stream of clear pre-cum. I grasped the base of my now agonizingly turgid penis and I squeezed the vein to trap the surge of blood, and the head of my penis swelled to the point of almost tearing the skin. I hoped he would notice and I would be able to have him. A few more seconds and my whole body started to intensely vibrate. I had to grab the top of the urinal to hold myself up as I uncontrollably started to orgasm. The semen spurted out of me at high pressure and I could hear my cum striking against the wall of the urinal in front of me. He had not even finished pissing yet and I kid you not, I'd gone from soft to solid rock hard to intense orgasm within less than 30 seconds. I must have let out some kind of whimper or moan as I cummed and fell quivering against the wall. He gave me a weird look and I know he saw me cum but ignored it. When he finished pissing e pushed his pants and shorts down to the knees and let his penis hang and sway for a moment. I could not help but think of all the piss and probably cheese he was storing inside that magnificent foreskin. Then he pulled up the shorts and pants over his cock and stuffed it back in and walked out. This whole incident had lasted only a few minutes. But just watching him gave me the most intense, unforgettable orgasm of my life. Maybe my cumming distracted him because he did not flush the urinal. He unknowingly had left me a present: his piss in the urinal with drips on the porcelain edges. I got down on my knees in front of that urinal and smelled and licked up the drops of his piss. I was still shaking, my head spinning, my heart still pounding and my penis still solid hard even after that monumental orgasm. I went to sit down in the open stall to rest a moment. Luckily and gratefully for me, I could see through the glory hole that one of my regular college boys was in the other stall. I involuntarily said please I have to suck your dick right now. He could see me too and eagerly stood up to put his dick through the hole. His penis came through and I was on him immediately. Just the feeling of his hard dick in my mouth gave me relief as I shoved his penis to the back of my throat. With a desperate obsession for another orgasm I furiously masturbated myself while I ravished his dick until he cummed in my mouth, and with him, I simultaneously cummed in my hand. I licked up my own sperm and mixed with his swallowed both loads.
Finally feeling calmed and satisfied, for a moment at least, I thanked him and he thanked me and said he had to go to class, and then added I'll be at building 3, full up and ready if you are, 9pm. See you then, I said. The whole incident had lasted half an hour at most but it was not however the end of my day at the uni. I had only just gotten there. As I remember this was an especially good. My guy arrived at 9 pm like he promised, and a newbie arrived right behind him and I took them both in succession. I felt so satisfied and relaxed and it made up for not getting the guy at the urinal earlier.
I Belonged to Them All
The atmosphere was exhilarating in these night-time encounters. They were young, hard-bodied college students, 18 to 24 with testosterone coursing through their blood and pent-up desire coursing through their minds; just like my need for them coursed through my own body and mind. They would come to these secretive bathrooms in the heat of the night aching for release; physical and emotional release, and I gave them the succor they needed at no cost and expected nothing in return. I fulfilled a basic human need for them, without commitment or needless foreplay, in a way they'd never experienced. A pure, immediate draining of their carnal physicality and their held-in emotionality. These are hare-core, primal male needs: intrinsic, instinctual, and fundamental to their very nature and being. Needs that likely had never been touched or even consciously recognized. But their bodies knew it; their penis knew it and demanded attention. These unrequited urges rose up in them and overwhelmed them until they had no choice but to surrender and fulfil them or be crushed by them. Time after time, they let themselves go and I gave them the release and relief they must have in a way that no one but another male human being can do, nor understand. They surrendered their bodies and freely submitted themselves. Our eyes met, our hands touched, I felt their legs and sensed their desire; unrelenting craving seethed out of them. They put their penis into my mouth and their arms around my neck. They unleashed these overpowering primal passions and let them all flow into me. They felt the warmth of their own their piss surrounding their own penis while I held it in my mouth and they whimpered in exultation as another human being drank them in. I could sense their pleasure points immediately and by instinct I knew their needs.
My body synchronized with theirs and I could feel in my flesh whether they needed me to aggressively suck their now throbbing tumid penis, or let them thrust it in, or gently caress it deeply down my throat. I could discern how their bodies should be touched and felt their response. Their hormones raged, their heart raced, heat radiated from them, the unique pungent scent of unadulterated maleness emanated from their pores, and the taste of them captivated my senses. Their entire body progressed from trembling anticipation, to quaking tremors, to near convulsions as they reached the release their body and mind now demanded. I felt them shudder and spasm in ecstasy. Their orgasm cascaded uncontrollably over and through their body and waves of euphoric rapture flooded their minds. I held their legs tightly to keep them steady and they clutched on to my head in mutual embrace as they explosively ejaculated their semen into my throat. I remained there with them cherishing their now softening penis in my mouth; their cum in my cheeks; holding them securely while the orgasm after-shock spasms subsided and until they collapsed over me in satisfaction and exhaustion. Not only had they drained their urine and their semen into me, but with it, they drained the power that their consuming passions had held over them. That power was released through their penis and transferred into me. I took it from them and swallowed it into myself and by consuming them, it satisfied the passions that consumed me. I had absorbed the very essence of them, and they became part of me, and release engulfed us both. Some of them thanked me, but most said nothing. They didn't need to. I could see the contentment in their eyes, and we were both gratified.
All of them, however, came back when those innate passions began to smolder and churn again. I treated them all with kindness and respect and they treated me the same. At that moment; at that time; I was made for them and them for me. If they'd been out dancing hard, working hard, sweating hard, studying hard, they came to those late-night secret rendezvous bathrooms with their one encompassing need for orgasmic relief in body and mind. Whether their bodies were screaming for release, or their minds pleading for relief, I gave them the release they were begging for. They were pure, masculine, physical, young men with male sexuality sweating out of their skin. Their hair, their face, their hands and arms, the sweat rolling down their chest, the odor from their armpits and pubic hair, their furry legs and solid chest, their penis at full erection pulsing and throbbing in tune with the beat of their heart, their bladder begging to empty; and the vulnerability in their faces as they approached me and without hesitation, willingly gave me their body. They had learned to trust me and I never betrayed a single one. Nor did it matter that I gave the same release to their friends; in fact they were grateful for it. It was never about relationship. It was about physically melding with them and fulfilling in them that deep, masculine, primordial urge that lives in the bodies and blood of all males and then letting them go without the worry of obligation, commitment, or requirement. So it didn't matter. I belonged to them all. They discovered that need in themselves and learned to recognize that need when it boiled over in their friends. At times, I believe they sent some of those friends to these secret places and to me. I barely spoke a word with most of them and we rarely needed to; I never knew a name. One in particular, with whom there had not been a single word, ever, in the 4 years that I had at least weekly engaged with him, one day pulled me up after his shattering orgasm and with the taste of his piss still on my tongue, and his cum still swirling in my mouth, he whispered quietly in my ear, "I'm graduating and leaving soon. You know I'm not gay but I would not have made it through college without you. Thank you". I gulped him into myself for the last time and replied "My pleasure and our secret my friend". I like to think many of the others felt the same. That was the way my life was from 19 to 24 and oh how I wish I could do it again.