This is, as they say, based loosely on a true experience.

I was 18 and was a mates of calendar month from commencement exercise, the year was 1984. My HS had a magnet program to attract small fry from early schooling and I had a 30 minute of arc bus drive to and from my school. I had to exchange coach downtown and often left a little early so I could walk around downtown before school.

One of the older department fund was an art art deco colossus and I loved exploring it. Over the years I had roamed all over the interior agency and even the domain not normally open to the populace. Those sunrise I went walking about and then had to train a leak before getting on the bus for schooltime, I often found myself in a partially abandoned lavatory on the 17th floor. The urinals still worked, but only two of the five stalls were still in working orderliness. The rest were runoff storage with the early bathrooms. I loved it, it was all black and white tile accented by bronze and marble.

It was also a place I jerked off in. That morning I hadn't been capable to get off before I left the house and I'd been too busy yesterday so my ballock were full of cum.

Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm about 6ft tall, muddy blond hair, nose lips and teeth a short to large for my grimace, and at the time I had a little more acne than I'd precaution to mention. I was on the football team, but not a entrant. I was athletic, but not overly so. I got day of the month, but cypher outstanding. I lost my cherry after a sophomore game to one of the cheerleaders, but it was one time only. I had also been sucked off by the gym queer a routine of time, and once been assfucked by the quarterback as constituent of an founding ritual for the football team.

I got in the stall and pulled off my jeans, leaving me wearing only a jock. I loved the spirit of rubbing myself off on the slightly coarse framework. I had my hand in my crotch and I'd been reliving my nighttime with Cindy and that afternoon with chad when I realized I heard heavy breathing. I opened my eyes and saw that there was someone standing away my stall looking through the crack cocaine beside the door.

I shuddered and I could feel myself spurt pre-cum into my athlete. That someone was watching my only make me spicy. My asshole itched and I knew what I wanted.

"Don't go,"I whispered and unlocked the stall. I got up and turned around and placed my deal on the tank of the toilet."Like what you see ?"

I could try a moan and the stall doorway opening up. I shivered as the john was a niggling low temperature, and not because I was a little afraid about what I was about to do. A large warm mitt cupped my ass and ran over my wooden leg, coming up and finally stroking the length of my gumshoe through my jock.

Looking between my ramification, I could see the hand that was rubbing my junk was very blackamoor. I moaned as my knees became wobbly.

I felt his hand opening up my ass nerve and a warm puff of air on my bud. Then warmly and wet assailed my ruck and I realized he was rimming me. I lowered my headland and closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of this black man's tongue snaking up into my ass. When he stopped after a new min I groaned and pushed my ass back at him.

"You like that macho-man ? Yo gon na like this even better."Hands gripped my hip joint and I could find his invader. It was hot and moist from my recent rimming as it pushed its way into me.

He leaned over my spinal column and whispered in my ear."Relax, you gon na roll in the hay this."

He reached down and pulled the shirt off over my caput and began kissing up and down my back as his dick eased slowly into me. As he bottomed out in me and I could feel his pubes tickling my butt, he kissed his way up my neck and stuck his clapper in my ear.

"You've done this before,"he hissed. I nodded.

"Are you enjoying yourself ?"Again, I could swear myself to mouth and nodded.

"wait till we get going."He grabbed my hips and primer himself further into me. I couldn't believe he could get more in but it did. Then he pulled out a few inch and rammed back in. His hips colliding with my ass sounded like a gunshot. My cock jerked again in my jockstrap as I could experience myself spitting more precum.

"Fuck ! You are mingy Stanford White boy. You got a sweet tight ass,"he yelled as he started pounding in and out of me. I was hard as a rock but couldn't cutaneous senses myself as I braced myself with both weapon system to retain from being knocked over from the vigorous fucking he was throwing in my ass.

His oink were getting louder and I could feel spittle on my back as his fucking became more animalistic and roughshod. I was thrusting back to fulfill his screwing as hard as I could. I had never felt this high without chemicals. At that import I wished I was a kick and he was breeding me. I could feel him swelling getting ready to publish his seed into my ass womb.

One of his hands left my hip and mercilessly grabbed my nut through my jock and rubbed his arm up and down my private parts. That warm wet whisper was back in my ear."Cum for me you little livid whore. get along on your shameful daddy's cock. I want to feel you cum on my cock as I shoot my seminal fluid up your boycunt."

It was too much for me and I grunted hard as he groped my egg and I shot what seemed like a gallon of cum into my jock.

When he felt me cum he seize my hips and fucked himself into me one last-place clip and stayed there."FUUUUUUCCKKKKKKK ! ! ! ! !"he screamed in my ear.

I could feel him pulsing up my ass as a warm creamy wetness spread though me. After a bit he pulled out and I had to sit down on the toilette as my legs were too light to patronise me. I looked up at him as his cock still pulsed in front of my cheek."pick it,"he said as he gently but firmly pulled my head to his crotch.

I had never sucked a stopcock before, but I'd had mine sucked. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. It felt strangely both incredibly hard and soft at the same time. I could try shit and piffling blood at number one but that quickly was replaced by the warm taste of cock. I gagged as he pressed harder making me pick out him further. I could taste jet of precum and wanted more. Then he grabbed my tomentum and shoved himself to the beginning as I felt him spewing cum right down my pharynx and into my stomach. My nose was pressed into pubes and I couldn't breath. He held me firm and I couldn't breathe. I started to struggle, but I was so weak from the ass shag, I couldn't get unloosen. My sight started to darken around the border and I could finger my unvoiced cock pulsation as I spit more cum into my jock and I could feel his earlier sperm cell slither out of my gaping ass as I had another monumental orgasm. I started crying as I didn't want my mother to observe my cum covered corpse in an old toilet downtown. I blacked out while I was still cumming.

I woke up with a sore ass and a vexation. My fucker was finishing up at the sink."If you want to a greater extent of that, just feature them page a code 18 to the strockroom."Then he left the bathroom.

When I think back on that day, it was an amazing fuck, but it scared the shit out of me .