A third

As Bo did up his trousers to leave he quickly handed me his number, I’m not sure when he’d had the time to write it down but I didn’t think about that too much. I stuffed it into my pocket and let me mind wander back to the events of the day. Not only had I now sucked off two guys in the uni toilet but I’d also helped Marcel out too. Was I slut now? Was that why so many people were giving me the time of day. Whilst I was taking in the full events of the day, I hadn’t noticed the door opening again. Allowing another guy to enter the toilets, to find me still kneeling on the floor. He didn’t say much to me, just took his position in front of me and loosened the buttons on his jeans. I looked up at him, studying his face for a quick second. Taking in his dark blond hair and dark eyes before I continued on to what he expected from me. I pulled his jeans down so that they were around his knees, so that he was standing in front of me with only his black briefs covering what I desired the most. He made a noise, that I took to mean he was starting to get impatient with me. I grabbed at his briefs, pulling them down until they were just below his nutsack. His dick bobbed in front of me, spasms of movement bringing it back to life every couple of seconds. He was definitely a little smaller than Bo, but bigger than Al. My hand closed around the base, and he let out a small sigh of relief. It throbbed and writhed in my hand, asking me to do something to relieve the painful hardness that it felt. It’s not like I could say no. I stroked it slowly, from base to tip, trying to coax some precum out. Even though his moans of pleasure proved that he was enjoying what I was doing, I guess he just didn’t precum a lot. So instead I’d have to get it wet myself, I took the tip of his dick into my mouth, allowing my hand to still freely move up and down the shaft as I bathed the head in my spit. I used my tongue to trace the lines around the edge of the head. Occasionally dipping my tongue into the slit. With each movement I was greeted with a loud moan of pleasure. The tip of his dick proving to be the most sensitive part.

One of his hands rested gently on the top of my head. He didn’t push or try to **** more of his dick into my mouth. Just used it to maintain balance and a connection between the two of us. My hands speed didn’t change, I was milking him at a leisurely pace. Something that I realised was good for me after the two more energetic encounters with Al and Bo. I stared up at him as I suckled on his tip. Meeting his eyes, as increased the speed of my hand, allowing more his dick to sink into my mouth. Not taking his all the way, maybe up until a third of shaft was covered by my lips. His moans increased, his hand grasping and stroking at my hair as I continued to worship his dick.

“I’m gonna-” was all he could say as his hand clamped down firmly onto my head as he started cumming. I made no effort to move, allowing his spurts of cum to hit the back of my throat and cover my tongue. Savouring the taste. He finally let go and allowed me to retreat. I clamped my lips around the shaft, using my tongue to clean off the remains of his seed. He tasted good, better than most men did. Not as salty but not quite sweet either. I got up off my knees, trying to fight off the ache that had settled in my from however long I’d been kneeling there. The guy made no effort to leave, just stood there sort of assessing me. He placed a hand on the back on my neck and pulled me into a kiss. It didn’t feel like a passionate one, he wasn’t trying to go another round with me but it didn’t feel like his way of showing appreciation. His soft lips exploring mine, maybe even experiencing the taste of his own cum for first time. He pulled back after a while. Smiling at me. “I’m Jakob”

“Nice to meet you” I said smiling back, “I’m Cory.”

“Come on Cory, I think you’re done for the day. Why not come back and meet some of my friends?”