In the School Loo: Taking a Peek at His Twink’s Cock
The walls of the school toilet were cold and unwelcoming. It was a typical Monday morning and I was just out of class. I had been standing there, pondering the inevitable day ahead of me when I heard the door to one of the toilet stalls creak open. The sudden sound stirred my curiosity and I stepped closer, peering through the gap in the door ever so subtly. And there he was, standing over the sink and washing his hands.
He must have been no older than 18, a cute little twink with a twinkling smile and bright blue eyes. His dress code for the day was a classic school uniform – white shirt and bright blue tie, black trousers and shiny black shoes that glittered in the overhead fluorescent lights. But as he bent down to dry his hands, there was something else that caught my eye. His shirt had become undone, and exposed were two petite but perfectly formed nipples, taut and ready for action.
It was my mind that raced then, as I wondered what his penis would look like – scrawny and small or thick and chubby? The curiosity compelled me to move closer, and before I knew it I was pressing my cheek against the cool metal of the door and peeking through the gap. His trousers had lowered slightly, just enough for me to catch a glimpse of what lay beneath. A flash of thick brown hair and a faint but definite outline of what could only be his twink’s cock.
It was a picture of innocence and beauty that I saw, a perfect snapshot of young manhood that stirred something deep within me and brought with it a wave of pleasure. If only I could have had a chance to explore further..to really take a peek at his twink’s cock.
Table of Contents
- 1.The Waiting Game: Anticipating His Discovery
- 2. Sliding the Stall Door and Dropping My Jaw
- 3. Taste Testing His Sweet Spunk
- 4. Lasting Memories: Reliving Every Moment
- Wrapping Up
1.The Waiting Game: Anticipating His Discovery
The board turned against my uninviting desires the moment I looked into the glinting eyes of the twink. A faint smirk plastered onto his pearly lips as he peered right through me; with a wild expectancy, I was taken aback and immediately fixated on the small curves that his trousers strove to veil. I could make out the bulge that whispered its raunchy secrets, lusting for a single casual touch. There was something familiar stirring up inside my bones, his presence enchanting me to the musky depths of unbridled desire.
The air around us thickened the more moments we shared in this secluded state of vulnerability. I just wanted to caress his cock and feel its power between my fingers, interrogating his every inch until it gave in to my hunger. With a hidden hand, I slipped it in-between the folds of fabric that acted as guard to his secrets. The smoothness of his skin tickled my fingertips as soon as they had brushed against him. Every inch of him a pleasure, even against this empty bathroom backdrop, he was still mighty and strong, ready to conquer and be conquered.
2. Sliding the Stall Door and Dropping My Jaw
I Steadied Myself with One Hand on the Wall
- I could hear the clank of the stall door as it slammed shut
- I felt my hands clambering for a better grip upon the cold and slippery wall
- I took a deep breath in, yet still I could feel the quickening of my heart
What did I expect, the rush of excitement created by the forbidden was palpable, yet I had hid myself from view, out of earshot, and out of mind. There I was alone in the faint, yet overly fragrant, stillness of the loo. But over the stall door I could see two footwear clad feet propped up in a laid back fashion.
My eyes swept up from the calves, slowly taking in the curved shape of that perfect ass, long and lean, shivering lightly with every movement. Then I saw the soft top of a tank tee peek out just over the door. With each exhale I heard the short, curt breaths. I was overwhelmed with a desire to be in his presence.
My heart thrummed fiercely in my chest, numbing my ears. The closer I crept to the stall door, the more I could see. I could see goosebumps dancing freely upon his tastefully hairy chest, the robust and jiggling thigh muscles, his toned mid section and then finally, as if the heavens had conspired to deliver it directly to my eyes, his magnificent dick. His purple, veined twink’s cock, slightly encased in a thin hoodie.
I gasped, my eyes greedily drinking it all in. At that moment I could not deny the desperate stirrings following deep inside me, it was the stuff of wet dreams.
3. Taste Testing His Sweet Spunk
Taking A Peek:
- His twink was a vision in tight fitting jeans, his hips notably rounded.
- Though, it was his nub of a cock, so obvious in his tight pants, that drew my focus.
- We moved close, our faces barely an inch apart, he was staring deep into my eyes and I couldn’t help but take a little peek.
- His cock was unbearably tantalizing, not yet fully erect, but so obviously aroused.
- I felt my own member stir with desire and I moved closer to him, releasing the tantalizing aroma of his arousal as I did.
I pulled back the jeans to get a better look at his twinkish perfection. His hardened crown an incredibly beautiful shade of pink that shone in the natural light that beamed in the school loo. His semi erect state was rock hard, pure bliss to the touch as I cupped his circumference in my hand. I was lost in his sheer size and beauty, desire coursing through my veins as I felt my own cock respond to the sensation of his. I leaned in, with all my heart wanting to taste his sweet spunk.
4. Lasting Memories: Reliving Every Moment
Arousal:
My eyes widened as I peered through the crack in the bathroom stall door. It was him, the twink I’d been eyeing all night. All I could see was his toned backside and ebony curls, his torso gently heaving as he seemed to be lost in a pleasurable trance. Suddenly, he unbuttoned his jeans and part of his tight briefs – enough to enable me a glimpse of a thick, juicy cock. I shivered as he adjusted himself against the cold, tiled wall. He then pulled his jeans back up, returning his briefs to their rightful place.
Exploration:
I was filled with an overwhelming curiosity, my entire body aching to meet its object of attention. I opened the stall door, and there he was with his face towards me, so enticingly close. Extending my hand, I ran it down his chest, exploring the curves and dips of his muscled body. Taking my time, I made my way southwards, finding myself in the exquisite bliss of his hardening cock. I lingered there for a while as his softly uttered pleas in my ear drove me wild with pleasure. Each moment was torture and pleasure at the same time, as I let my eyes wander every inch of his toned frame. Relishing the moment, I knew my brief encounter with him and his twink body would be a lasting memory.
Wrapping Up
It was a clear cut encounter out of the ordinary, one I will never forget. I can still feel the tingling pleasure of his twink cock, its hard silhouette sliding against my willing-palm. I still remember the fragrance of his body and the gasp of surprise in his lips when I touched him in the right place. It was a pleasure so intense it felt like a dream and if I close my eyes I can still feel it all around me. So, if you ever find yourself in the school loo with a twink, let go of your inhibitions and go for it. You won’t be disappointed.
designed and developed by