Casual Day

But for a second, as I stopped wanking to adjust positions, I heard a noise coming from the other cubicle. A soft noise, a moaning. Perhaps it was just someone taking a shit, I thought. Then I heard it speak. “Oh yeah,” it said, almost seductively. “Fuck, fuck yeah.” Truthfully, I have sworn exasperatedly while taking a shit, but this voice sounded different – perhaps he too was taking a wank?

I knelt down on the floor, trying to see if there was anything that would identify him to me. I saw a pair of black shoes sitting in the cubicle – it was Edmund Timmons!

I heard the voice again. “Oh yeah…you gay shit…oh fuck man, fuck you’ve got a hot cock…oh fuck yeah…”

I absorbed the words for a minute or so, hardly able to believe it. Edmund Timmons…gay? Perhaps this explained why he always left the room in Chemistry – he got turned on by all the guys. I then heard a long, deep moan. He mustn’t have heard me enter the bathroom, otherwise he would have been much quieter.

And then it hit me…perhaps, being gay and all, Edmund would be up for a fuck? The endless possibilities suddenly entered my brain – I imagined him taking my hot cock up his ass…my cock let out a small jizz of pre-cum in excitement. As a virgin at school where I knew several people that had already got laid, sex had been my constant thought for a long time…here was a serious opportunity. I was going to have to act fast – by the sounds of things, Edmund was pretty close to blowing. But how would I approach him? I couldn’t just walk up to the cubicle door, knock and say “Hey Edmund, how about a little bit of butt fucking?”

I realised then that I had a pen in my pocket – and the idea suddenly formed in my head. Thinking quickly, I grabbed all my clothes and moved them, as quietly as possible, into the cubicle next to Edmund. I opened and closed the door as inaudibly as I could, then sat down on the toilet seat. I then pulled out a few sheets of toilet paper from the roll and, leaning on my knee, wrote on them with my pen: “Hey, I’m gay and horny…wanna join me while I wank?”

It was a bit forward, but I figured if he was really randy he’d probably go for it. I passed it under the gap between the cubicles and waited. I could hear him picking it up off the floor; he was reading it now, processing the information; I was barely able to contain my excitement at the prospect of actual gay sex and my cock, which had slowly become flaccid throughout this period, was growing again.

Then the paper was passed back to me after a brief pause; Edmund must have had a pen on him as well. “Who r u” it said, rather briefly.

I figured that if I wanted to fuck him I was going to have to reveal who I was, so I wrote “It’s Raphael Duncan” and passed the paper back again.

The reply this time was quicker, the handwriting more erratic. “Come into my cubicle right now, and don’t be wearing any clothes,” it said.

I grabbed all my shit and unlocked my cubicle. I knocked on his and he slowly opened the door. What was revealed to me was one of the sexiest sights of my entire life. Now I’ve always loved porn and it’s still very easy to get off to, but porn was nothing compared to seeing a hot, muscly, athletic stud fully erect and ready for fucking. His pale body was nothing short of beautiful – his chest even had the faintest tinge of furriness about it, something I had always found incredibly sexy. His cock, which was thick and large, was about eight inches long – it couldn’t have been much smaller than my own. The moment was surreal – I felt like I was dreaming. I just wanted to fuck this man. I wanted us to touch, to rub our chests together, to feel his back and arms and kiss him all over…oh I wanted to give him head, to lick his ass…to let my hot man nectar flow throughout his hole…my cock was now fully erect and throbbing in anticipation.

No words were said between us. Words couldn’t possibly describe how intense my sexual desire was at that very moment. Edmund, who seemed to be calmer and more experienced at this sort of thing, took my hands in his and pulled me closer to him; he stood up on his toes and kissed me. It was my first gay kiss and I wanted it to be a true moment to remember. I let go of his hands and put my arms around his waist, bringing him towards me. We were frenching now, pashing madly, our tongues entwined, our bodies locked in passionate embrace. He smelt fantastic – he had that gorgeous, sweaty, masculine scent that just drove me wild. Our chests chafed together and the hairs on his chest felt just as sexy as they looked. I opened my eyes again and ran my hands through his seductive, dark hair. He opened his eyes and we broke off the kiss – he smiled at me and put his hands on my chest. “Can I explore?” he asked tentatively.

“Go right ahead, baby,” I said, in total ecstasy. “But don’t go too hard – I’m so close to shooting and I don’t want to waste my load here.”

He smiled again and began massaging my large, well-developed pectoral muscles. “You’ve got nice tits,” he joked, encircling my nipples now, my urge to cum becoming stronger and stronger with each small squeeze; his erotic fondling was almost too much to bear. It seemed that he sensed I was on the verge of orgasm; so he moved down onto his knees, motioning for me to turn around. I soon felt his warm, firm hands caress my butt cheeks. I could hardly believe my luck – Edmund wasn’t going to fuck me nice and quick – he was going to do it seductively, sensually; it would be long, slow and I could sense that the orgasm was going to be enormous. Still his hands rubbed against my furry buttocks – his massage, however, was moving further and further down my ass, until I could feel him reach my hole. I then felt a warm, wet sensation and turned around, realising that Edmund was rimming me. I let out a long, deep groan which Edmund took as a signal to increase the rate of his tongue, which was flickering around my hole ferociously; my cock was still as hard as ever. He then began frenching my ass, slurping around my hole just as he had done so wonderfully upon my lips before. It was all too much to bear. “Stop, Edmund, stop,” I said, although I was reluctant to do so. “I wanna shoot this load somewhere in you. Will it be your ass or your mouth?”

The decision for Edmund wasn’t difficult. “It’s been a long while since someone’s given my ass a good pummelling. I reckon I can take your cock, Raph. Fuck me real good and show me the gay bastard you really are.”

His words were delivered with such power that I almost felt inspired to fuck this young man. Relying on what I had seen in porn videos, I slowly penetrated his ass with a finger. It hurt him initially, but his groans of pain soon turned into a moaning, passionate pleasure. I then proceeded to widen the hole a little more, putting in two, then three fingers. I then felt the hole was wide enough for my massive man sausage, and, bending my knees slightly, I squatted up and down, as slowly as possible, fucking the stud as he stood up.

The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before – it was just as arousing yet very different to masturbation – and there was a strange feeling that was difficult to describe – it was almost as if his ass was responding to my cock – it was slowly massaging it, kissing it even. I wasn’t sure what to make of it really, but at the time I thought it meant that we were a perfect fit. We were made for each other. All I could think about was Edmund’s perfect bubble butt, and his defined, sexy back and his lovely, monstrous, schlong of a cock which I was slowly jerking as I pumped him. “Speed it up,” he whispered, “this is good, but going faster will be amazing. Trust me.” He arched his back and I felt his body lean against my chest. “C’mon babe, fuck me real good. Cum right up my ass, there’s a good stud.” He began moaning again as I took his advice and increased my rate. Edmund responding by squatting up and down with me – my cock was sliding in and out with ease now and the sensation was incredibly pleasurable. “Fuck yeah, fuck, fuck yeah dude,” he shrieked, and then stopped moving suddenly. “Let’s change positions. I want you to cum in me when you’re on top of my back,” he said, sounding very horny.

He knelt down on the floor, his asshole, which looked considerably larger than before, pointing to the sky. Grabbing his hips firmly with my hands, I entered him again, in what was a much more comfortable position than before. Edmund began groaning again and soon I was too; and all of a sudden the sensation came over me again; the one that I’d had whilst looking at Josh Rayneson playing with his balls and when Edmund had massaged my chest; I could feel the cum rising in my penis; but this time, I had no intention of slowing down. I warned Edmund who responded in a randy voice: “Go for it babe. Fuck me like I’m a fucking horse and you’re my jockey.”

I ploughed his ass, as deep as I could go, bucking atop him as if I was at a rodeo. I gave out the longest, loudest moan I’d ever done and my cock was blowing, pumping out my juice like never before. “Feels so good dude,” he said, looking at me and smiling. “Ohh yeah,” he moaned again, tilting his head back. “I can feel it, man. I can actually feel it inside me. Your hot, sweet man juice. Fuck, it feels so good.” We stood up; Edmund’s penis still monstrous. “Here, babe, finish me off. Suck me off nice and hard; I won’t take long to blow.”

Of course, I was only too happy to oblige: in an instant I was kneeling on the floor and, grabbing his dick in my hand, I shoved as much of it as I could into my mouth, then began to kiss it and lick it sensually, as he had done to my ass just before. Edmund hadn’t been lying in telling me that he was very horny – within a few seconds, his warm juices were flowing in my mouth. I’ve eaten a bit of my own cum before, but Edmund’s tasted different – it was a saltier, much manlier smell, and I swallowed the whole lot. I stood up and we kissed again, Edmund licking the last of his own cum off my lips.

“We’d better get back,” I said. “They’ll be wondering where we are.”

“S’pose so,” Edmund said, bending over to pick up his clothes.

“Is this where you always come in Chemistry? To beat your meat?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “The guys in Chemistry are so hot. All of them. Including you.” He laughed, pulling his pink polo over his head. “I get sexual urges really, really easily. Sometimes I haven’t made it into the toilet before I’ve erupted. I can’t believe how long I held out with you. Well, I guess you saw how quickly I came once you took me in your mouth.”

“You ever wanna do this again,” I said, putting on my windcheater, “I’m always available. That was so good, I could do it with you forever.”

“I’m free this weekend, and I’ll be home alone” he said, and winked at me. “Come around sometime – you can stay over if you like.” He left the cubicle, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as he left.

There was no doubt about it – Edmund was a gorgeous guy and that morning in the toilets had me hooked – I loved gay sex. I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity like this for the world…I was going to his house as soon as I possibly could.