College Cum Shooting Competition

It was the Spring of 2018 when I went back to my old college for a few days to speak as a member of the Alumni to a few Senior classes before they graduated. I got a new job a few months back and my old professor saw my facebook post announcing my new position. It took a few months to work its way up the chain of command but soon enough, the head of my department of study in college reached out to my new boss to see if I would come back to speak to the current students. It was an effort to help inspire their students to make the final push for their final months and prepare them for what was next. 

Honestly, I hated my old college and after it was over, that paper they gave me at graduation didn't really do much to get me this job. It was my hard work and dedication which were the reasons I was hired here. In fact, when I was hired, my boss scouted me from another company and didn't actually know my full resume until weeks later. But my new boss approached me with the idea to go back to my old college and even offered to pay me overtime for the entire three days. Plus, all travel expenses were going to be covered by the company. 

Apparently, he was excited to hopefully get an influx of resumes from the graduates and he was hoping the college would partner with our company for a new contract of ours so it was well worth it to him to show how we care about their Alumni. I mean, I hated the fact that I was going to lie through my teeth to students about how far their college degrees will take them through life but if a few good words about college were all it took to get me out of the office for a few days in a nice hotel; I mean who in their right mind would turn that down? Plus, I'm 27, single, and it's a college town so that meant two nights in a hotel room finding the hottest piece of ass on Grindr to breed all night long. As if it needs repeating, who in their right mind would turn that down? No one, that's who.

And that's why on night one, I found this Freshman who was so skinny, he looked like a twig. He was a little shy but after he found his way up to the room and we got a couple beers in him, his lips skipped past mine and went straight for my jeans. He unbuttoned my belt and unzipped me almost before I had even realized he was down there. The little, shy twink turned out to know exactly how to take a guy's pants off and his lips sure knew what they were doing around my cock. 

When he reached in his backpack and pulled out a half empty bottle of lube, I knew this was far from his first time doing house calls or in my case, a hotel call to help a guy out. He didn't need any conversation or any direction like most college guys do. He just lubed my cock up and sat right down on it like he had done a hundred times before. But his ass didn't feel like it was bred a hundred times. It was so tight and perfect around my cock as I slid in and out and he rode me cowboy style on the white sheets of my hotel bed. I thrusted my hips up and down. He kept calling out for me to fuck him harder and kept calling me daddy...but in my opinion, he could call me whatever he wanted. His perfect blonde hair and skinny face made him look sexy as hell in the hotel room light so before long, I was exploding deep inside of the boy.  

After another ride up and down my cock to make sure I was all out of cum, he hopped off and started putting his jeans back on. I even asked him if he wanted me to help him get off. I offered my hand, my mouth, and even my ass but apparently he had a girlfriend. And that girlfriend of his didn't know he was bisexual so if he had my cum or a couple guys' loads up his ass, she never noticed because what girlfriend checks that every night but if he went to her and already came a few times that night, she would catch on. 

But on day two, I grabbed a big breakfast in the hotel and headed off to my first seminar of the day. I spoke for about a half hour, answered some silly questions, and smiled for the college paper photographer who wanted a photo of the professors and I in front of the classroom for their weekly news. I asked the girl to wait for a moment to take our photo until I could take my blazer off, showcasing my company-embroidered polo I was wearing under it. I even grabbed my framed, college degree I was told to bring with me so I could hold it up in front of me for the photo.  

I know I'm a complete sell out and you can judge me all you want. You can call me a whore or whatever you like but if I was getting paid overtime to take an all-expense paid trip to a college town where there were no restrictions on how many guys I could hook up with while I am there - and all I had to do was say a few kind words about a place I lived for four years... it's a small price to pay. And let's be honest, after four years of living here, there has to be some small things I like about the place so it wasn't like I was lying about everything. Plus, I figured if I could come back to my boss with that photo in their newspaper, with his company logo and my college degree in it; chances were this would become a yearly trip for me, if not a regular thing to travel to colleges all over. Needless to say, the smile on my face when she took our photo wasn't a smile because I was thinking about how great my college degree was. But instead, it was a smile thinking of all the college guys I was going to be fucking, year after year at this place once my boss saw this photo.  

By the time we were finished with the photo session and the college reporter, who was just a boy studying for a journalism degree so his questions weren't terribly difficult to answer, it was lunchtime. I wasn't really hungry at all after having such a big breakfast so I decided to take a trip to the college library and sort of take my own trip down memory lane. Some of the only good times I had in college were spent in the library with group studies. My friends and I would all sit around the study hall portion of the library and get very little work done. We'd play games or compare stories of high school horrors. So, walking in the doors to the old library felt rejuvinating to me. It felt like I was back in a place where I didn't have near as many worries about life and bills to pay. 

I walked around almost the entire building. The library got new desktop computers in the center of the main room. They added new printing kiosks so students now had to pay ten cents for every page they copied, instead of back in my day when printing a research paper was included in your $27,000 tuition fee, which has likely only gone up since then. Ugh, talk about nickel and diming students to death...and they call themselves a non-profit, Ha! I even wandered down to the basement where all of the old books were stored. Most of everything now in the library was digital so they only needed to provide a safe place for students to study and do group projects. It wasn't really about looking things up in books anymore when everything can be found in online databases.  

It's funny to walk around bookshelves nowadays. The dust atop of most books was thick, like those books weren't touched in years. And on the more popular books, the dust was visibly disturbed and covered in fingerprints. Even when I went to college here, we all looked up the book called "Sex and the Human Anatomy of Intercourse". It makes me laugh because as I was passing through the shelves, I noticed that book is still a popular read according to how many fingerprints are on it compared to every other book around it on the shelves.  

There were a few students down here but nowhere near as many as on the upper floors. Even in my college days, it was always like that. Hence why we used to have races down here of who could sprint to the end of the bookshelves at the other end of the room the fastest. But today, everyone was scattered around. There was a straight couple making out in the corner by a study table. And if you saw the guy she was making out with, you would make out with him too instead of studying for your exam.  

Before I knew it, I only had about twenty minutes left before I had to start making my way to the next class to give another speech. So, I made my way to the men's room before heading back upstairs. I went inside as the bathroom door shut behind me. Along the left-hand wall was the urinal. Not multiple urinals separated by a few metal walls. No, it was just one ceramic trough on the ground with a giant ceramic backsplash for your piss to hit and fall into the trough below. It was long enough for about five to six men to stand in front of and take a piss all at once. This men's room likely hadn't seen that many men all at once from having been buried in the basement of the library but for a split second, it was a fun little thought to think about five or six guys standing there, holding each other's cocks as they played firemen with each other's hoses.  

On the wall directly forward from the entrance to the bathroom was four sinks with soap dispensers and paper towel dispensers, along with mirrors. To think of all the times in my college days when I came in this bathroom with a friend of mine who didn't know that I was gay yet. I would stand at the sink, washing my hands while looking in the mirror from a specific angle, watching his cock, shooting out yellow liquid on the urinal in front of him...good times.  

On the far right wall was four toilet stalls, all of which had wooden doors. Between each toilet was a cinder block wall, painted white, which was only about five foot high. Above that, it was all open. And thus, if you were standing in front of a toilet, taking a piss, you could see all the way to the opposite wall. If someone was also standing up in any of the other stalls, you could see the top of their head but that's pretty much it. This was an older part of the campus and the basement wasn't something they kept up through the years so it wasn't anything fancy. 

I wasn't trying to sneak into the bathroom but at the same time, I didn't know the school's policies on students and Alumni speakers like myself in bathrooms together so I decided to use a stall instead of the urinal trough. I mean, off of school premises in my hotel, there were no rules but I didn't want a student seeing me at the urinal and thus, risking me ever coming back to the school again. So, I went into the toilet stall closest to the entrance door and locked the wooden stall door behind me. I lifted the seat and took my cock out to begin relieving myself.  

I didn't realize anyone else was in the bathroom until I had my cock out of my fly and was about ready to start my stream. But that's when I started hearing a boy three stalls over from me, shifting his pants along the tile floor. The metal from his belt sounded like it was dragging on the tile floor but I paid no attention to it and just kept going about my business of taking a piss.  

As I started seeing my piss hit the water in the bowl below, I heard one of the most unique sounds ever known to man - a sound known to men and to men alone. It's the sound of skin rubbing skin with a little hair in between to add a very distinct friction sound effect. Through my rather lengthy piss, I heard the boy gently moaning, trying desperately to keep it all as quiet as possible so I wouldn't hear. But despite his best efforts, I heard the skin-on-skin, back and forth message he was giving himself become faster and faster paced as my steady stream neared its end and slowed to become mere drips in the bowl.

I shook my cock up and down a few times to make sure it was clean and then flushed the toilet before packing my cock back up and exiting the stall. I went to the sink at the far wall to wash my hands and check my hair. I was drying my hands when the tall, average weight, and around 20 year old student stepped out of the stall he was previously jerking off in. He had his pants back on and his cheeks were a tad pink but whose cheeks aren't after you jerk off in a public restroom? 

With his left hand, he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder before coming to the sink. Because of the awkwardness in the air, he didn't want to look me in the eyes too much but I caught a glimpse of his ocean blue eyes before he looked down at the sink. With his right hand, he turned the faucet on to start washing his hands. I looked down as he turned the water on and noticed his entire hand was still covered in cum. 

 "Better wash 'em pretty good. That smell is pretty distinct for anyone to pick up on." I said jokingly.

He started chuckling, knowing I wasn't going to rat him out for jerking off. 

"So, I take it you're into water sports?" I asked him in a soft toned voice.

"Yeah." he answered, "Most people don't know what that is when I ask them. I'm kinda surprised you guessed it so fast. What did you say your name was again?"

"I didn't." I replied, "But to be honest, it's better that way because I'm Alumni. I mean, I'm not a professor or anything but I don't know if they would like hearing I helped another guy jerk off in the library even if they knew the full context."

"That's reasonable. Say, I know it's weird but do you have a marker on you?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure." I said as I pulled a sharpie out of my pocket. "Are you entering the competition?" 

"How'd you know about the competition? It was only started this year."

"No, they paint over the door every year in that stall because they can't legally stop guys from coming down here and using the bathroom but that contest has been going on since long before I went to school here."

"Oh cool! Did you ever compete in it yourself?"

"Yeah," I replied as I walked over to the stall door to open it. "I once shot all the way up here" as I pointed to a spot about six inches down from the top of the wooden stall door.

"Impressive. I only made it to here." as he pointed towards the wet spot on the door which was so low, it barely made it on the door at all.

We called it the Cum Shooting Competition and almost every guy in college competed at one time or another. Some school officials knew of the contest, others obviously had no clue. But basically, the rules stated that you go into the stall, sit on the toilet and while keeping both of your shoes firmly on the floor and your entire butt on the seat without leaning back, you have to shoot as far forward and up as you can. If you don't make it on the door, you're disqualified and you have to try again. Then, you go out to the library and have a friend come in with you to verify how high up on the door your largest drop of cum landed before you can take a marker and label it with your first and last initials with the date. The higher up the door your largest drop of cum is, the higher up in the contest rankings you get. And if you get high up on the door, all of the girls at school hear about it and want to see it for themselves so it's basically a way to show off your manliness and get laid. For me, it was a way to have some fun and figure out which guys I wanted to fuck me the most. 

"No offense but that's not really high up at all. Are you sure you want to count that as your entry?" I asked him politely.

"I mean, I'm more of a dripper than a shooter so I think that's the best I'm gonna' do."

"I can see you're more of a dripper" as I pointed to his hand, still covered in cum. "I'll tell you what, rather than entering this into the contest, how about you meet me back here later tonight when everyone leaves and then I can help you get a better score? I know this library is open 24/7 and night shift only has one person working upstairs."

"Really, you'd help me out?" he asked. 

"Yeah, as long as you're willing to help me out in return, I'm sure we can work something out."

"I'm gay so...anything you want, just name it."

"I sort of guessed you were gay when you were so turned on by another guy pissing in the stall next to you. But if you don't mind me asking, is your horny little ass open to anything my cock desires?"

"Yes, sir." he replied with a smile. 

I pulled him by the arms and pushed him against the wall by the sink. I took my hand and cupped his cock and tiny balls through his jeans. I could feel him starting to get hard once again through the fabric but I kept moving my fingers around, playing with his cock inside. I got my face right next to his, so close that our noses began touching. "But you have to promise me three things." I whispered softly to him while still teasing him by playing with his enlarging cock inside his tough, denim pants.

"I'm clean, I promise...I mean, I've never actually had sex before so like I promise, I'm clean if that's what you're worried about." he quickly interrupted.

"That's good to know. So am I. But what I mean is, first you have to promise to never ask for my name. You don't know my real name, I don't know yours. It's better that way. As far as you know, I'm Alex and you can be Shawn. We never met if anyone ever asks and you can't tell anyone we're coming tonight. If I see anything suspicious, I'm not coming in the room."

"Done. What's the second?" he replied as I took my hand and slid it under his belt. I wrapped my hand around his fully erect shaft and began to pull it up and down.

 "Drink a full gallon of water, if not more, right before you come here tonight. You've never had sex before so you don't know how much it dehydrates you and the last thing I want is for you to pass out in here and have to call for an ambulance."

"Okay..." he said as his breath was quickening with my hand still wrapped around his bare-skinned cock. "That's not how I want my first time to end." 

"Finally, when you come here tonight, you're going to need some things."

"What do you want me to bring, Alex?"

"In your backpack, bring a bottle of lube but wrap it up tightly inside a big, black garbage bag so no one sees it's a bottle of lube, even if you get stopped at the main door for whatever reason. Bring a complete extra change of clothes for yourself to change into, everything from socks, jeans, boxers, and shirt. Bring two washcloths so we can wipe off the sweat at the end, and bring an extra white t-shirt. Oh, and do you have a jockstrap?"

"Yeah. It's pretty tight though."

"Cool, wear it. And don't bring your cell phone. I'm not trying to scare you but I don't want you to be secretly recording us. Does that sound good?"

"Hell yeah. Sound fun." he said as I finally released his cock and removed my hand from under his pants. 

"Great, see you around ten. Now, wipe that smile off your face Shawn. I know you're about to lose your v-card but your face screams it to the rest of the world."

"Sure thing. Thanks Alex."

"And for goodness sakes Shawn, don't jerk off this afternoon, otherwise you'll never win."

To be continued...