Toilet Training Tony

Just then, Darrell thought he heard a noise just outside the door still half open to the hallway, thought he saw a shadow dancing past on the wall but now, as he looked past Dwayne, there was no one standing there.

Tony had the dorm room next door and had heard the commotion, stepping into the hallway to see what had happened. The young Italian had been standing there watching the action, just smirking.

They had been hugging it out, Darrell’s legs wrapped in those sheets as Dwayne laid him back down on the bed, towering over him with Darrell’s face flush to his crotch. 

Damn, Tony knew the reputation that Dwayne had around the Corpus Christi campus but he never thought that Darrell was ever going to be a conquest. But here they were, Darrell sitting nude on the edge of the bed , Dwayne now bending down over his crotch.

Tony was already thinking what this bit of business this might mean to the rest of the Varsity Baseball team when the Fall semester started and Darrell showed up for practice.

They had both come to Corpus Christi College, were again on the Baseball team together after so much field time in High School. But still the same shit was happening, Darrell getting more playing time then Tony could ever hope for. 

He had never imagined this big Irish boy could be gay, he was way too uptight. He never came along with their teammates after the games to get drunk, to go into Town to run around for girls, didn’t ever talk trash in the locker room with the rest of the team.

He suddenly remembered the time the team had to attend that play for Freshman English 101 class, the one Dwayne Devone had designed the stage sets for. Everyone had a big laugh after that, the play a fussy “English Drawing Room Comedy” written by some Irish poufter name Oscar, but Darrell thought that the play was a winner during those discussions in class and had even made Dwayne blush by his compliments on the set designs. 

Yeah, it all made sense now.

He wasn’t gonna stand and watch as these two fags went at it, he was outta here.

Before he thought he could be seen he dashed past that doorway, running down the hall to the far exit door. As he passed the bathroom he stepped in and started to laugh. That snicker echoed in the small tiled room, sounding both sinister and knowing.

Damn, this was just too fucking good.

He always thought he had a better chance on the HS Varsity Baseball team if Darrell wasn’t such an aggressive player, the Coach always seeming to favor him.

Coach Meyers had never warmed up to him for some reason but now he had this trump card to play. If he could get the players to razz him 'til Darrell had to quit the team Tony would have a chance of more field time rather than warming that fuckin’ bench.

Those cheerleaders always gravitated around the star players. It had been a really dry season for some of that sweet thang and he was tired of wanking his shank alone in his goddamn dorm. He got his share from those easy-squeezy pieces around Town but he needed playing time to get notoriety on Campus, even if it meant putting it into the face of the star player. 

Thinking about all that cheerleader pussy he felt his dick getting rock hard.

He walked across the bathroom to take a piss, hoping to relieve the pressure in his shorts. Fuck it, why not just whack off, but knew going back to his room he would have to pass Darrell’s doorway and he couldn’t risk being seen by those two fags.

Stepping down that line of booths he turned into the last one and dropped his baller shorts, watching as his uncut thick dick swung straight up, slapping against his stomach.

He was proud of his dick and damn if it wasn’t raging for some attention.

Wrapping his fist around the thick shaft he skinned back that foreskin, looking at the glistening head. He loved this feeling, the foreskin slipping down and over the flare of that spongy head and had been whacking off since he was just a HS kid, loved showing off his thick Italian sausage in the locker room.

In the silence of the room he heard the echo as he slapped his meat frantically, standing with his eyes closed, his hips jutting out, those shorts trapped by his thick thighs.

Someone suddenly cleared their throat and he looked down to see that this booth had a large hole cut through into that next stall.

Damn, he never knew this, he had always used the bathroom at the other end of the hall or in the locker rooms. Looking down, there was someone there, he could see that button down dark shirt on the other side, that arm jerking in time, could hear the sound of him masturbating then clearing his throat again and Tony swore he heard him whispering.

Stepping up to that wall he stood there, his raging dick now pointed straight at those lips on the other side of that glory hole. 

Fuck, a mouth is a mouth, man, if this faggot needed to suck a dick, man, mine was ready.

Tony had plenty of men on their knees in that public park bathroom begging for his dick, but most times was there with Jay, the set-up just to “roll” those old queens for some weekend play money. All they got was a sight-see of his thick hang snaking down his pant-leg before Jay walked in, threatened with public exposure as a pedophile and relieved of any cash that they could find in that wallet when offering to pay for their silence.

Most times, if he was on is own, they might get to lick it as he went through their pockets for that wallet, pushed to the floor as he stepped away, saving his spew for those cheap and easy girls picked up while rolling through those bars in the surrounding Towns. 



Tony pushed his dick thru the hole and sighed as those lips wrapped around the tip, chewing on the overhang of his thick foreskin. Pulling back, he tightly gripped his shaft and slipped his dick all the way thru, the head popping free of that sheath. He felt those lips snap around that spongy head and start gobbling down the shaft, pulling back off his dick and quickly sinking back onto that shaft, plunging deeper every time.

“Yeah, chew on my meat, cocksucker”, Tony crowed.

Tony loved having his dick sucked but most girls never wanted to do it, even as he was eating out their pussy. They would groan and lick that shaft, toying with his heavy balls, wrapping those small fingers that barely reached around his hot thick poker. He had never realized how sensitive his nuts were and soon had become addicted to having them milked while he fucked them, making them run their nails over his tight wrinkled sack, wrapping a small paw over his nuts, warming up his cum. 



Feeling that mouth on the other side of the wall chowing down on that shaft was driving him wild and with a quick thrust, he slipped his balls thru that hole, grabbing onto the top of the stall and was now standing tip-toe, his crotch glued to that hole as that mouth suddenly swallowed the entire length of his raging Italian man meat, that chin scratching against his tight ball sack.

“Aww, fuckin’ take it, bitch!” was all he could sigh.

Tony suddenly heard that quick snap, felt something cool and tight going all around his entire tackle and suddenly he couldn’t move.

His dick and balls were locked tight to that hole and it was too painful trying to pull it back. 

Damn, it was impossible.

All the while, whoever was on the other side continued to work over his dick, sucking and wanking that shaft, grabbing his balls, holding them tightly in that fist.

Tony wanted to scream but there was no one he knew on the floor except for Darrell and Dwayne as it was soon Thanksgiving weekend and most of the Student Body were gone for the week. He was damned if he was going to be found by those two fags in this position.

He hung there plastered against that cubicle wall, a combination of fear and lust washing across his brain, his dick feeling like it was gonna burst like a water balloon. 



“Lemme go, man…jus' lemme go…” he said hoarsely, now begging.

All he heard was a low chuckle and a hard yank on his balls. He groaned and gripped the top of that wall tighter, not knowing what he could do.

Tony was at the complete mercy of whoever was on the other side of that wall.

To Be Continued..

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