Jacking Off In Campus Men's Rooms
Even in college I was still a compulsive masturbator, and I made it my personal goal to jack off in every single building on campus. And I'll be damned if I didn't do it over the course of five years. I used to prefer the men's room in the main library (a one-holer) on the very top floor that didn't have much traffic.
I remember walking in there one evening and a guy was already in the stall. So I washed my hands, opened the door, pretended to leave, then just waited quietly to see if he might be doing what I'd planned to do......and sure enough, I'd guessed right - he resumed masturbating. I could clearly hear the sound of his hand stroking up and down on his cock behind the stall door, along with his heavy breathing. Thankfully, nobody came in after me. I rubbed my dick over my slax, as I listened to him increase his strokes and unroll some paper.
Then the big moment, as I heard him gasp as he ejaculated into the toilet paper. He sat there for awhile, cleaned his last drops of semen, a started to pull his pants up. I then opened the door again as if I'd just entered, shuffled around, washed my hands at the sink, then left. He was still in the stall. Then I waited in the hall to see who came out. It turned out to be a really nice looking blonde young underclassman, maybe 17 or 18, who I didn't know. I followed him back to the reference room, then moved my books near him, with a big erection raging under my pants, intending to engage him in conversation.
Unfortunately, a whole bunch of his friends came over, and they immediately left together. I followed them to their dorm, then lost sight of them. I watched for that kid for weeks, but never saw him again. Always wondered what I would have said to him, or if we could have ever gotten together. At that point I had never had an actual sexual experience with another guy before, and I was quite shy about approaching people. I had to be content with fantasizing about my then ex-girlfriend Stephanie (who was still cute as ever and now in a sorority on campus) while I jacked off into the sweet smelling, crusted underpants I'd stolen from her laundry bag when I'd taken the bag home for her earlier in the semester. Ah, the plight of horny youth.