He was new but had heard all about it during his last visit here to tour campus. In fact, it was the reason he chose this place and not the other across town. He knew it wouldn't be long before someone walked in to help him blow his load.
Sullivan was from a small town in the middle of nowhere. He felt nothing really happened there. He dreamed about the day when he would leave his hometown to live in a big city. He wanted to be in a place where he could be free to put himself out there and, let's face it, to have his sexual needs met - all of them.
Porn was not doing it for him anymore. They used to be a sure thing in making his dick grow under the sheet every night, but the predictability began to keep him soft. He searched for something more exciting, more risky, more 'out there'. His pent up sexual energy was turning his imaginations into more wild, freaky desires. His discovery of cruising did not help.
The stories from men who found themselves in mall bathrooms, truck rest stops, and university stalls in search for their next adrenaline fuelled explosiom played right into his desire for acting out his sexual fantasies. He followed stories of how guys would meet to blow their loads in public places with the risk of someone walking in at any moment catching them with a hot stranger's mouth wrapped around their throbbing hard cock. He would give anything to replicate feeding his big black dick to a perfectly willing mouth. But he knew none of that could happen in this town. When he saw the university he applied to was known for horned up students and professors sneaking around for a midday blow, he knew his fantasies were within reach.
As he stood there in the bathroom of the art history building, he went over in his head everything he had read about cruising here. He knew it would be a quiet time of the day. He knew that the men that would find themselves here, at this time of day, were likely looking for the same thing he was, a warm mouth around their big fucking dicks. He wore something that would allow for easy entrance - a baggy gray sweatpants and a hoodie. He wore his nice underwear today, a pair of black Calvin trunks that he could easily slide his dick out without much trouble. He went over every detail over and over again - each time he felt the blood rushing to his semi-hard dick.
It seemed like forever he was standing there at the urinal alone. His heart began pounding louder and louder with each passing second. He could hear his heartbeat as he stood there in plain view of anyone entering the door.
His nerves were about to get the best of him when he heard the door of the bathroom swing open.
In walked another student who Sullivan saw was of similar height and build to him - 6ft, average build, handsome. His heart fluttered and spit welled up in his mouth. Sullivan gave a quick glance and met the piercing blue eyes of the other student. The footsteps got closer. His dick grew harder. His uncut cock head was oozing precum that dampened his now tight Calvin Kleins. As he looked away from the wall, his eyes landed on the huge bulge poking out from the boy's unzipped blue jeans.
Sullivan barely spoke a word, "hey" was all he could muster before he saw the boy rubbing the outline of his own growing cock.
"Want some help" - the stranger whispered almost inaudibly.
"Mmm" said Sullivan whose dick was perfectly visible under his sweats.
