Growing up in the South with very strict Southern Baptist parents, I knew I was gay at a young age, but I never took action on it until I was away at college. That was 21 years ago. The university's student center had a set of mens rooms on the third floor that was the meeting place for gay trysts.
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Being a workstudy student, my job was to walk through every floor on Saturday and Sunday and do what we called a fire check. That included the bathrooms.
One Saturday I had to piss so I dropped into the third floor mens room and as I stood there I read the bathroom wall personals. One caught my fancy and I wrote a response on a whim. When I checked on the wall a few hours later, there was a reply. Damn, he was in the building. I wrote that I would be back at 7 p.m. I was going to lock down the third floor because after that hour no one should be anywhere in the building except the first two floors.
At 7 p.m. I was nervous as hell and I entered the mens room. I look at the row of stalls and saw a set of of feet. I went to the stall next to his and undid my jeans and sat down. He moved his foot over and tap. I tapped back. He jumped up and came out of his stall and told me to open the door. I did and there stood one of the linebackers from the football team.
"Damn girl, you a chubby one. I like that." he said.
He pulled out his dick and shoved it down my throat. I had never sucked cock before and I began to gag.
I'm a virgin I told him.
He stopped. "Baby, you've never done this?"
No.
Well this is special, you got a place we can go.
I told him I would be off work in he hour and we could go to my apartment.
When I got off he was waiting in the lobby. The bulge in his jeans was huge and I felt my hole twitching.
I'll tell more later.