Building 12 | I

I lived in Melbourne for 6 years from 2000 - 2006 - spent four years doing my undergrad and another three semesters completing my post-grad program in RMIT's City Campus; particularly Building 57, if you are interested.

Before grindr even existed, I used to have a faceless profile on aussiemen with a simple description that reads RMIT City Campus. I wasn't sure what I was trying to achieve from it.  Maybe, somehow, I was hoping that someone would message me despite my incomplete profile. I got a text a day after saying "Meet at Building 12 lvl 6 2pm ?"

Building 12 . What's there?; quiet offices, and of course the toilets. It wasn't that hard to make the connection.

I planned on checking Builidng 12 before my class at 10 the next morning but I was already almost late when I arrived at the campus so I headed for Building 57 instead.

11:49am. Class ends. I told my friends that I'm skipping lunch because I had to take care of my Student Visa and sneaked off to Building 12. I went up the stairs upon entering the door on Swanstons Street side. I wasn't sure if I've got the right door but decided to just check it out. I started exploring Level 6. It was a long corridor with closed doors - and it looked empty, and quiet. Suddenly there was a squeaking sound of doors opening and slamming shut. A guy walked out to the corridor hastily. We managed a quick eye contact and left in a huff. That must be it.

It was the great kind of toilet that had double sets of doors - and that kind that makes a loud squeaking sound that you could easily hear when someone was entering, to give you enough time to recover from whatever action was going on in the stalls. The door opens up to a brightly lit room - the urinals on the left followed by the stalls with black marble-like partition.There was a gap between the partition and the floor - tall enough for you to reach under and over, but not enough to put your cock through.

The first stall was empty. The second and third one had closed door. I went into the first cubical, put my backpack on the floor, drop my pants and waited. Silence. I can feel that the guys next to me are waiting too. I slowly lean down and peek under the partition to my left. Two pairs of legs, both pants down, the one directly to my left was wearing a black leather shoe and the one on the last tall was wearing a pair of white Adidas sneakers. I leaned over to the wall and peeked through one of the many tiny peek holes on the wall. The guy next to me was wearing striking red button up shirt and he had both of his hands resting on his thigh, covering his cock. He looked to be in his mid 20's, decent looking- and probably not a student judging from his attire. I guess he must've sensed that I was peaking at him, as it was pretty obvious when I moved my head over to lean on the wall, it casts a shadow on the floor.

He leaned in and out eyes met - but he didn't look long enough. Moments later there was sound of him moving and when I leaned down and looked over again, he was down on his knees jacking on himself, and the guy on the last cubical had reached over and started fingering him. I guess I must have interrupted them when I walked in as it didn't take long for them to get right into action. They got interrupted again and quickly jumped back to their seat as someone walked in the toilet. The new guy walked quietly towards the stalls and stood outside and waited. I waited for about 10 minutes but both of them seemed unwilling to give up their stalls so I decided to leave.

The guy waiting outside was cute. A little baby fat but on the muscular side.  Bright blue eyes, short curly hairs and looked fit. He looked right at me, and kept his glance as he walked into the stall, leaving the door closed but not locked. I took the signal and pushed the door gently open and he was sitting there, flashing his adorable smile at me. He grabbed me on my pants and leaned in for a quick kiss on my lips while unbuckling my belt and went down on my average asian-inch cock as soon as my pants dropped. He stopped and peaked over to the guy one the other stall and smiled. I guess he must be really enjoying the attention. He took a condom out from his back pocket and held it between his lips before pulling down his pants. Am I getting fucked? I thought to myself. He unwrapped the condom, rolled it down to my cock without saying a word, bent over and spread his butt cheek apart and I let my cock slide in with a little bit of saliva as lube. I guess I was too carried away with fucking him that I only realize that the guy next door was looking over the partition after a good 5 minutes of pounding. I wasn't sure if the guy next to him left but he was enjoying what he saw and it turned me on just as much.

After another 5 to 10  minutes of fucking, he suddenly stood up straight and pulled himself out from my cock. There were a few large drops of creamy cum on the floor. He came. I took the condom off as he turned around and whispered softly to me.

Do you wanna cum?

Nah, it's alright.

Alright, cheers mate. See you around.  He buttoned his jeans, adjusted his shirt and walked out the toilet.

I wiped the cum off the floor continued waiting - waiting for somebody new to come, or maybe, for the red shirt guy next to me to make a move. 1:09 pm.