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Better Late Than Never
by Hunter
Submitted by Mike 

They say that all good things come to those who wait, but they never say anything about what you're to do while you're waiting.  As a "late bloomer" who was just finishing my full growth spurt as I walked across the stage to get my high school diploma, the wait had been full of penis envy and a fear that time was passing me by.  In my desperation, I even thought about asking my parents to put me on growth hormones - anything to catch me up to my peers.  I was still a virgin when I registered for classes at the local technical college, and I wasn't happy about it. I had become aware of my attraction to men a few years earlier.

Originally, it was just the men in my immediate family, but then seemingly overnight, it grew to include my neighbors, my teachers, and even the fathers of my close friends.  I yearned for that special intimate closeness that both excited and soothed me at the same time.

Just the feel of skin-on-skin contact with another male made me tingle all over, and the sight of a naked man made my heart race.

It wasn't until freshman year of high school that it became serious business and "horny" was a big part of it.  I didn't think horny was noticeable to the casual observer, just to boys like me, who were keenly observant.  I got a special thrill every time I caught a classmate with an unexpected erection.  I wanted to ask if I could touch one just to feel what I was missing, but I never worked up the courage.  When full puberty did arrive, my gnawing curiosity had grown into a burning obsession, and it was a welcomed relief when nature took control and helped me discover what the wait had been all about.

In college, I abruptly found out just what I had been missing one day when a tall, blond upperclassman in a decorated letter jacket followed closely behind me as I entered the men's restroom.  Without a word, he pushed me into the first stall.  I fell back onto the john as he quickly flipped the latch, unzipped his fly, whipped out his large, hard cock, and shoved it into my mouth in total silence.  Grabbing the back of my head, he only took about ten strokes, but on the tenth one I had to swallow my built up saliva.  At that exact same instant, his big dick exploded, pouring his sticky semen down my throat and out my nose. 

My head felt like it had been literally blown to pieces!  In a flash, he withdrew and was gone, leaving me choking and gasping on his massive, potent load of cum.  Feeling stunned but somehow delightfully honored, I didn't waste his wads as I swallowed and savored every drop. Wiping my nose with the back of my hand, I reveled in the pungent flavor of the stud's thick spooge for what seemed like an eternity.  I had just been personally anointed by the hottest jock in school!

Once he was sure I wouldn't rat him out, he continued to sneak up on me, but not as roughly, at least once a week.  I seldom saw him coming, but he'd firmly usher me into a stall and commence what soon became our own special ritual.  We followed a general routine, but each time he taught me something new.  Although I'm sure he thought he was forcing me into a state of submission, I don't think it ever occurred to him that "you can't rape the willing," as they say.

At first, he would just lower his jeans and white briefs so I could lick his crotch and suck his sweaty dick and balls.  Within a month, he had me tonguing his prominent tits, too.  Before long, I was running my hands up and down his smooth, sweaty thighs and around to his fuzzy ass cheeks before sucking him off.  Later on, he even let me finger his hairy butt hole while he shot in my mouth, although he would always push my hand away right after he came.  By the start of the second semester, he'd let me drop my pants and play with my boner while sucking his.  By graduation time, I was eating his sweaty ass crack, which seemed to give him a special sense of dominant pride and really boned him up.  He even commanded me to jack off, forcing me to eat my own cum.  I was his boy-whore and I loved it!

I also observed him in the halls.  As the mass of students surged here and there, I saw how his eyes scanned the crowd like a hawk looking for prey.  While most male students just looked away if they caught his eye, every now and then someone would return his stare, and their eyes would lock.  As if by unspoken agreement, he'd quickly glide through the masses, sidle up next to his target, and they would quickly disappear together in the direction of the nearest men's room.

I'd usually sneak in behind them and beat off in the next stall, listening to their muffled grunts and groans while I fought off pangs of jealousy. But then graduation came, and he was gone.

Now hopelessly addicted to cock, I decided to copy my mentor's hall-staring technique.  Sure enough, it wasn't long before I latched on to a new companion.  He was the younger brother of a classmate, and he was just as hungry as I was to explore male-on-male sex.

This guy had a nice cock, which was cut and very flat across the top.  He was fascinated by my considerably larger penis and insanely obsessed with my foreskin.  He went crazy when I slipped his naked cockhead into my sheath and massaged our knobs with our mutual precum.  While he would have been content to do this forever, I loved to jack off and lay a ribbon of cum along the top of his young dick, from his silky bush to his piss hole.  I'd rub my creamy load all over his cock and balls, trying my best to get him to discharge his own sticky boy- load.  But no matter how much I urged him, he would never ejaculate, and I would exit the stall frustrated, leaving him to his own devices.

We kept this up on a regular basis until one fateful day the following semester.  Sneaking off during lunch period one day, we hurried through our established routine.  In minutes I had drained my nutsac all over his proud stiffy.  But this time I must have really been insistent on wanting him to squirt, because I think I raised my voice above the usual whisper.

"Can I help you boys out?" said a disembodied voice.

We froze in absolute terror!

Frantically looking around to locate the intruder, we discovered the head of Mr.  Cummings from campus security, peering over the top of the adjoining stall.  Speechless and shackled by the pants around our ankles, we were literally glued to the spot.  I unlocked the stall door, and the uniformed intruder crowded into our tight cubicle.

"I think I know what your problem is here, fellas," Mr.  Cummings stated, dropping his pants and boxers.  We gasped in appreciation as he exposed his mature manhood.  "Both you boys spit a few times real good in my hand." After we complied and he added some of his own saliva and precum, our intruder coated his shiny knob with part of this lube and worked the rest up into my buddy's tight, virgin asshole.

Then without warning, he grabbed my buddy's hips and forced his dripping cockhead into the kid's wet hole and held it there.  The look of shock on the boy's face was priceless.  The security guard quickly gripped my friend's steely, cum-covered dick and started jacking him off.


"Get your cock up closer to his piss hole, son," Mr.  Cummings said to me.  "I don't know how long he'll be able to hold it back."

Sure enough, with the security guard's big hand wrapped around his pre-lubed boner and the man's cock head planted squarely in his wet hole, my buddy shot his load all over my dripping penis within a matter of seconds.  His load radiated wonderful warmth throughout my cock, balls and into my groin.  But before his hot, sticky gift had a chance to cool on my semi-hard cock, Mr.  Cummings was on his knees, licking us both clean.  The way he devoured every oozing drop of our spooge, you would have thought the man was starving to death.

All the while, he jacked off his man-sized dick, spraying his massive load all over the stall floor.

Although we didn't encounter Mr.  Cummings again the rest of that year, he had introduced us to something new.  By the next week, we had added mutual butt fucking to our routine.  This made the afternoons a real challenge as we struggled to keep each other's hot jizz from running down the inside of our thighs.  It was also hard to keep from laughing out loud when we'd see each other from across the classroom, squirming in our seats, each trying to sooth our sore, sticky asshole.

Everything finally came full circle during my last year at the technical college when I barged into a stall that I thought was empty, only to find it occupied by a cute, shorter, sandy-haired student, who had forgotten to flip the latch.

"Oh, sorry.  I didn't know anyone was in here," I stammered.  I quickly turned to go, despite the fact that I had caught the kid with his trousers down around his ankles and his precum-wet dick in his hand.

"Please don't go," he pleaded looking up at me and still clutching his boner.  "I heard you like to mess around.  Would you mess around with me … please?  I promise I won't say anything."

The almost desperate look on the boy's face both melted my heart and steeled my cock in seconds.  It was obvious that the kid couldn't believe his good fortune in our total chance encounter, but then neither could I.

"You want to suck my cock, kid?"

"I guess so ….  I've never done that before.  All I've ever done is jack off with my older brother," the young man whimpered.

"Trust me kid, you'll like it," I reassured him, trying to sound like some sage authority.  I whipped out my dick and grabbed the back of his head.  I was really boned up, and it was all I could do not to ram my cock down his virgin throat.  But I knew that I had to go easy if I didn't want to scare him off.  As I inserted my cock head between his lips, I reached down and stroked his oozing penis.  A quick gasp told me that I needed to be careful not to bring him off too quickly.  I could feel the kid awkwardly trying to coordinate his lips and teeth to keep from scraping my cock, so I worked my thumb into his mouth to get him to open up more.

"Have you ever tasted cum, kid?" I asked.

"No," he replied.  "What does it taste like?"

"Here, try this," I suggested forcing a couple of my fingers covered with his precum into his mouth.

"It tastes good," the boy smiled back.

"Well, if you think that tastes good, you'll love what's in my dick. Can I cum in your mouth?" I propositioned, half afraid he'd balk at the suggestion.

But the kid was a born natural and already had a mouthful of my cock.  His rapid nods of consent sent a chill of excitement down my spine, so I wrapped a few fingers and my thumb around my shaft and started stroking my cock to help him along.  I knew I was packing a big load, and just the thought of letting it explode in this boy's unsuspecting mouth was all it took to make it happen.

I grabbed the back of his head again as I felt my piss slit flare, and I blasted five big, rapid-fire wads into the back of his throat. His grunts and whimpers sent a tingle into my nuts, and I unleashed two more wads for good measure.  With my cock lodged in his mouth, he had no choice but to swallow, so I made sure he drank every drop.

To my amazement, he didn't gag or anything.  When he looked up at me with those big, shiny eyes and mischievous grin, there was a small trickle of my load running out the corner of his mouth, which he quickly captured with his tongue.  To make things complete, I looked down at his cock to find that it was still tightly wrapped by his fist, but now it was completely covered in thick, pungent spunk.

As I pulled up my pants to go, I reached down and rubbed a couple of fingers across the top of his dick head, then stuck them in my mouth.

The little runt beamed from ear to ear as I wiped my wet fingers in his hair while rubbing the top of his head in a gesture of affection.

The new kid and I continued to mess around together throughout my final semester.

Then one day, Mr.  Cummings surprised me with an unexpected encounter.  Just as I was about to leave after my last class on a Friday, I ran into him in the main hallway.

"Hey, young man, I've been meaning to catch up with you.  Do you have a few minutes?

Remembering our first encounter, I immediately sprang a boner and said, "Sure, Mr.  Cummings.  What did you have in mind?"

"Let's take a walk down to the equipment stor1age room and I'll explain."

Once inside the small, darkened room, Mr.  Cummings turned to me and dropped his pants to his ankles.  "Ever since I saw you and your playmate in the john, I've wanted to get you alone." He leaned forward and undid my belt, dropping my jeans to the floor.  "Any man would be proud to own what you're packing between your legs."

Blushing like I'd never done before, I looked up just as the man bent down and kissed me full on the lips.  Shock and awe raced through me like a bullet, and my cock boned up like a motherfucker.

"I want you, son, like no one I've ever met," the security guard exclaimed.

"Gee, Mr.  Cummings, I really like what you did for me and my buddy.  I've wanted to find a way to thank you ever since.  Whatever you want, you've got it."

With that, Mr.  Cummings bent over the work table, grabbed a tube of something slick, and stuck two wet fingers up his butt hole.  I couldn't believe my eyes as he massaged and opened his hairy asshole, now glistening with the lube.

"Come on, kid.  Rub your dickhead against my butt hole and help lube it up," the man commanded.

With my dick coated in my precum and lube, some kind of animal instinct just took over me.  I jabbed my sizeable cockhead into his pulsing sphincter.  I started pounding away with all my youthful energy.  What I obviously lacked in technique and experience, I more than made up for with enthusiasm.  Hearing Mr.  Cummings' cry of pleasure made my nuts tighten with a strange new satisfaction as I slid my dickhead all the way into his rectum.

Foregoing further formalities, I continued ramming his ass with full-length dick strokes, reaming out his tight hole with loud, uncontrolled grunts, just to let him know how much I was enjoying myself.  My meaty dick head scraped the walls of his chute, sending electric tingles down my shaft.  My nutsac bounced against his as my hips collided with his muscular ass cheeks.  I was fucking a full grown man!  His masculine gasps and groans produced a power rush that radiated through my body and tightened my straining thighs, causing my nuts to draw up into a knot.  My dick must have been on auto-pilot, as I kept this up for at least half an hour.  Feeling his body going limp with fatigue from my prolonged pounding filled me with a sense of triumph as my groin lost what was left of my self-control.

"Oh, damn man!  I'm dumping my nut juice up your fuckin' ass!" I yelled.

I buried my prick to the hilt in the depths of his sloppy, burning chute and began to discharge my load.  Reaching under his hips, I grabbed the head of his cock, only to have him explode in my hand.  I raised my palm to my lips to taste his load.  Then, not to be greedy, I shoved what remained into his gaping mouth.  I also shoved my dripping dick into his mouth for a good cleaning, before stuffing it back in my briefs.

"I think I owe you a little taste of what I left in your fuck hole," I teased.

As I zipped up and swaggered away, I called back over my shoulder, "By the way, thanks for the graduation present, Mr.  Cummings."

His panting grunts and gasps where still ringing in my ears as I slipped out the door and into a beautiful spring afternoon.  Thinking back on all the fun I'd had at the technical college, I figured the wait had been worth it after all.  Better late than never, I thought to myself.