Campus Rumpus

“CAMPUS RUMPUS!”

One summer afternoon I walked into the big L shaped bathroom at the U of
C . As I walked by the five urinals, there was an older guy around 40,
standing at the urinal closest to the divider. I didn’t pay much
attention to him. I slowly walked by him and turned around the corner
towards the stalls. To my surprise there was somebody else in there. A
young guy was standing at one of the urinals just past the divider. He
slowly turned his head and looked at me. I recognized him from years ago
when I had sex with him in a washroom at the a hotel downtown. Back then
I had a major crush on him because he was gorgeous and a very nice guy.
Later I heard from some friends of his that he moved to Vancouver. I
also saw him one summer on the beach in English Bay in Vancouver when I
was visiting at the coast.

Man, I used to jerk off thinking of the time we covered the walls with
our jizz in the handicap washroom stall at the hotel. That huge cock of
his was etched deeply in my mind and I still get a hard-on just thinking
about him. And there he was standing there at the urinal in a black silk
shirt and skin tight, faded, blue jeans.

I just walked by him not knowing what to do. I had to make a fast
decision. It was already too late for me to quickly turn around and jump
in front of the urinal right next to him so I quickly went into the
first stall right beside him. I unzipped my jeans and my dick was semi
hard already and quickly growing in my right hand poking straight out of
my jeans. I looked down and under the wall of the stall I saw his left
foot tapping slightly on the gray tile. Now my cock was filling up with
blood even faster. Without even bothering with stuffing my erect 9″-er
back in my jeans I just walked out of the stall and quickly stood beside
him at the urinal. He slightly turned his head and smiled at me. I gave
him a nervous smile back and my eyes instinctively traveled down towards
his cock.

His silk shirt was unbuttoned to his navel and I had a good view of his
waxed, smooth, tanned chest. As my eyes dropped lower suddenly I felt my
jaw dropping. His cock was even bigger than I remembered. As I stared at
it, it went through my mind that he might have pumped it up with a
vacuum pump before he came to the washroom. Well, he was holding a
thick, veined, 11 inch salami in his right hand. From the corner of my
eye I caught him looking at mine. He was slightly bending forward to
have a better look. I turned towards him to show off my dick and almost
instantly he did the same. We were so wrapped up admiring each others
cock that we totally forgot about the older guy at the urinal behind the
partition. I suddenly became aware of his heavy breathing and rhythmic,
slapping noise he was making beating his cock. As I looked over to my
right I saw him peeking through the crack and beating his dick
vigorously.