Too close to handle.

My relationship with Stuart began at the very end of my school life on a trip, during which we gave in to apparently buried lust and desire to have our first gay sex experiences. From that time onwards we continued, in secret, to have sex whenever we could but on a few occasions we were nearly caught in the act. 

When we both left school Stuart and I applied to the same college where, hopefully, we would be able to spend more time together. A month or so after successfully enrolling and beginning our new college lives we both also decided to join the college football team, that's soccer for any American readers out there. I can't describe how Stuart looked in his kit any better than fucking gorgeous. Handsom, slim but toned body, he was a dream and best of all was whenever we went back to the changing room after a game. He would taunt me with a suggestive look in his eyes as he stipped off to go into the showers and again later when his naked body was dripping wet. I resisted the urges the first few times because of the lack of privacy at the location but finally I had had enough and just as he was leaving to travel home, after our latest match, I grabbed his arm and discreetly diverted him towards the toilets. Once inside I pushed him against the wall.

I began to question him.
"You did that deliberately didn't you?" 
He responded by pushing his hand down into my jeans and grabbing my now semi-hard dick.
"We haven't been together since before we left school." He said.
"I think it's time we changed that, don't you?"
We both began to kiss, so passionately, almost like we had done the first time we were together. Soon our hands were in each other's underwear and we were getting to know what it was that we had been missing out on when the main door outside the toilets squeaked open, someone was on their way in. We had to hide as we both had raging hard-ons which would have been impossible to hide from whoever was coming, so I pushed him into one of the cubicles and locked the door behind us. Whoever it was didn't take long to do what it was they came in for and soon left us to continue our fun. 

I pulled down Stuart's shorts and underwear, sat him back onto the toilet seat lid, and went down on his hard dick. I did it just as he liked it, slowly. I began by putting the whole of his cock into my mouth and moved back upwards where I wrapped my lips around the base of the head and moved the tip of my tongue in a circular movement on the corona. I moved down the shaft again and back up to use my tongue to play with the foreskin, even using my teeth for a gentle pinch or two which always did the trick. A few minutes into the session and right when he was ready to come he put both hands on the sides of my head and stopped me. It's a good job I had my mouth full or I would have asked him what he was doing and, as I later found out, given away the fact that we were both in the same cubicle. I soon heard two of our team mates talking as they came into the room to relieve themselves. We both stayed totally quiet as I pulled away from Stuart's dick to listen to what they were talking about outside.

They were having a conversation about their latest sexual conquests and a party that they were both going to that night where they were hoping to put yet more notches on their bedposts. To my horror though one of them asked who was in the cubicle and knocked on the door, Stuart saw my expression and grinned. 
"It's Stu." he replied.
They said that they thought he had already gone and asked how long he was going to be because they would wait for him. To my relief he told them not to bother and that he would see them later. Thankfully they both left and Stuart looked at me with a grin.
"That was close wasn't it, why don't you get back to what you do so well?" 

I continued and after a minute or so he came down into the back of my throat, although he usually did this the amount on this occasion shocked me and caused me to cough. I asked whether he was trying to choke me to death. I wasn't angry with him just surprised and he replied by saying that it must have been the excitement of the session that had done it, aswell as my good technique. His words not mine. He laughed as he stood up, gave me a final short snog and pulled up his shorts. We both agreed that maybe the changing room toilets wasn't the best place to do this, even if it was a great experience there was too much risk involved and neither of us wanted the truth to come out.