I swallowed and let his cock drop out of my mouth, and with as little fuss as possible I got out of there. Finally he groaned a little and my mouth filled with his come- a little saltier than mine, I noticed. He put his hand on my shoulder, a little tenderly, but that made my feel funny and I just kept sucking, determined to be done with it. I kind of wish I'd paid more attention to how it felt in my mouth but mainly I just worked it up and down in order to be done with it and be able to say I'd done it (not that I'd tell anyone). I sucked out, then licked some more and got it all the way in my mouth.
I knelt down in front of him and tried to get some saliva into my mouth- I'd had enough blowjobs to have some idea of how to give one- and slipped my mouth around the head. I couldn't look at him, I was too embarassed, I just wanted to suck it and be done with that.
We went into the supply closet and he pulled out his cock again. I told him about an office we could go into where we would be alone and I led him there.
He seemed nervous too, though I doubt it was his first time. I wrote back (this was silly- it was deserted and we should have talked) that I wanted to blow him but it was my first time doing anything like this. (There, you know I'm not just relating a Penthouse Forum story now.) I started doing the same and he got a piece of toilet paper and scribbled something on it, wanting to know what I wanted to do. Sure enough there was a guy in there, again pulling on his cock, a little thinner but longer than mine. I went to the restroom one night and looked to see if anyone was around. When my live-in girlfriend was home for a weekend I decided that I was going to suck a guy's cock. Thinking about it (a fair amount) I finally put it together. I wanted him to come- I wanted to see that, and it didn't occur to me that he was trying to hold off. My mouth went dry and I watched for quite a little while, keeping my growing erection out of sight, I hoped. I was in there one day- it was packed, little did I know why- and glancing through the hole at the guy next door I see him pulling on his cock, nearly erect. I was naive enough that it took me a long time to figure out why there was a permanent hole gouged in the wall between two adjacent stalls. Several of my classes were near a restroom that seemed to attract a lot of traffic. It was all in college, more than a decade ago. Most white guys, though, it would never occur to me.) Still, under the right circumstances I found myself interested enough to explore a bisexual side a few times in my life. (Okay, maybe once in a while a particularly handsome looking Arab type with androgynous features. I am happily married and consider myself basically heterosexual it's summertime now and I find myself turning to take a look at nearly every female that passes by, and it's a rare guy who attracts even a fraction of that interest.