I was in my second year at university (UH) when it happened. I’d been studying all day at the LRC and desperately needed to pee, so I prized myself off of the Mac in front of me and dashed for the men’s toilets across the library floor. Once inside I unzipped, pointed by cock at the stall and let rip. Blissful relief.
It was while I was pissing that I heard the door open and shut and noticed a young asian guy come and stand in the stall next to mine. Now being a man myself, I know that you never pick the stall next to someone unless you have to – fact of life. So after a minute I risked a sideways glance and noticed that this guy was watching my cock with some interest. As soon as he saw that I had seen him his eyes snapped back to his own piece however, and he pretended to have been reading a poster behind me. It wasn’t long however before his eyes slid back down to my cock. This time I pretended not to notice.
Shaking myself off I moved to the sink and washed my hands, he did the same and stood close enough to me for out hips to touch. I didn’t move, this was something unexpected and slightly exciting. It had been a month since my girlfriend had left me and I’d been too busy getting over her to think about sex... till now. The close proximity of this asian guy, the touching and the sweet smell of his deodorant in those close quarters started to make my cock harden. I’ll admit it was a shock.
Neither of us moved, but he must have noticed because he left one hand graze across my hip close to my boner as he threw away his paper towel. I decided that I could either leave or see how this played out. Luckily I chose the latter because when he saw that I wasn’t moving he got a little more bold and let his hand graze my cock more fully, subtle enough to play it off as a mistake if he was rejected but a definite invite. I turned a little as he did and let him get a better feel.
His hand returned to my cock, feeling the shape of it through my jeans and noticing that it was growing. “Hard.” he commented, and I realised that his English wasn’t great. Defiantly a second language. I nodded and he stroked it again before tenderly unzipping my fly and feeling around for the shape of my cock – all of the time we had our backs to the door, facing the sinks in case someone came in unexpectedly. It wasn’t likely, it was 11 at night, but it could happen.
He asked me if he could see it and I led him into a cubicle and together we locked the door. He sat down on the toilet and pulled by cock out of my fly, the cool air feeling good in the heat of the moment. Rubbing his thumb across the tip he licked his lips and looked up at me for a second before swallowing the whole thing in an instant. To this day I have never had a blowjob as good as that, his tongue snaking under my shaft and massaging the sensitive spot there. He kept it up for about five minutes before I grunted that I was going to cum and he sped up his actions. A second later I shot my load deep into his mouth and watched as he swallowed every drop.
Wiping his lips he smiled at me and continued to massage my cock with his hands. It was at that moment that his phone went off and we both jumped out of our skins, he answered it quickly and we slipped out of the cubical and cleaned ourselves up while he chatted away in Japanese on the phone. When he was done he stroked by arm and indicated my cock, “will you be here in two hours?” he asked, and I nodded. “I’m just down the hall on the Macs.” I replied, after all I was going to be there all night.
“Good.” He winked, “I be back later for more fun if you around.” And then we exited the cubical together. “I’m Ken-Yang” he said as we parted and we swapped names. Sideling back to my desk I knocked the screen saver off my computer and settled back to work. Keeping an eye on the little clock on-screen for when two hours was up. I was defiantly going to be heading back to the toilets when 1 came.
