Peter:
It started the first day I saw you, Peter. The way you dress, look, act. I was hooked. Your face is cute but so hot at the same time. The way your trimmed brown facial hair extends down and across your face. Your amazing head sits on top a muscular neck and a near perfect body. Your muscles ache and throb with every move. I sit, tantalized by the size and beauty of your rippling arms, your defined chest and core, and your sexy ass and legs. It's a shame that you have to cover all that up. All I can do is sit in class, stare, and fantasize.
I sit uncomfortably in class, not wanting to miss a moment of you, but I must go to the washroom. I stand up and walk past the dazed students to the back of the lecture hall and out the door. I walk across the hall and notice a couple studying at a table 20 feet down the corridor. They look so content, staring into each-other's eyes, laughing. As I enter the bathroom, I notice, thankfully, that it was recently cleaned. The urinals are shiny and smell like soap. It makes the experience that much better.
When I walk to the sink, I hear someone else coming. I am glad I have finished but it is still weird being in a bathroom with another guy. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as no one other than Peter walks into the bathroom. He walks over to the urinal and unzips his pants. His head lifts in satisfaction as he drains his bladder. He then walks to the sink next to me, washes his hands, and then looks directly into my eyes. At that point I knew.
He pushes me against the hard tiled wall, his arms trapping me close to him. I feel his breath wash over my chest, our eyes are locked. He moves a hand up my side and onto my neck. He pulls me close and our lips connect. I can taste the oils on his face; feel his lips, his tongue. I press back on his chest with my hand and force him against the stall divider. A loud bang echoes in the bathroom. My hands move quickly over his body, exploring each perfectly chiseled ab. I feel his hands under my shirt, grabbing my broad back and pulling us together. I pull his shirt over his head and trace my tongue down to his nipples. As I lick around each one, Peter moans. I then follow his abs down to his belt buckle where I swiftly open it and unzip his pants.
