Oliver was just 18 when he got accepted to Teasdale College. He had studied hard all through high school to get into the prestigious life sciences program. Oliver had figured out that an undergrad degree from Teasdale would prepare him for a jump into medical school.
Unfortunately for Oliver, being a poor kid at a rich school meant he had to work part time to make ends meet. He had a scholarship that covered his tuition but his parents didn't want him to take out student loans, so he landed a job as a lab assistant, cleaning up labs after hours so that they'd be ready for the science students the next day.
His only outlet was to walk over to the library which was connected to the science building. He liked the library because it was quiet. Compared to any other building on campus, the library bathrooms were clean, so Oliver could walk into an empty corner stall, put down his backpack, sit on the toilet, pull out his phone to watch porn, and have a nice leisurely stroking session.
He always picked this corner stall which cut the odds of anyone sitting beside him in half. The stall bordered a wall. He could sit happily for almost 30 minutes stroking his curved dick, cumming into a pile of toilet paper he had pulled in anticipation. Sometimes, he aimed his dick into the toilet itself so he could jet his cum into the bowl.
One late Sunday night, Oliver finished with the lab cleanup and raced over to the library for a much needed wank. He entered his stall, pulled down his jeans and sat down when he noticed that the wall now had what looked like a plastic plug outlet plate. Why would they install a plug outlet in a bathroom stall, Oliver wondered.
He spat in his left hand and started to stroke himself. It must have been a few minutes when he heard someone whisper, "Hot..."
"WTF?" Oliver looked around but he was alone in the bathroom.
"Hot... Keep jacking your dick." The voice whispered.
Oliver suddenly realized it was coming from the plug outlet. He stared at it intently, "Who's there?"
"No one." A laugh. A girl's laugh.
"Wow." Oliver smirked. He was turned on that a girl could watch him through the outlet. But then he reached for the plate and found it could swing out of the way! In fact, there wasn't any wiring at all behind the plate. It was a hole to the next room.
He looked through and saw an eye staring back at him. "Keep jacking yourself."
Oliver sat back and kept stroking himself. Knowing he had an audience, he took his time, squeezing the length of his veining shaft, and holding his bulbous mushroom head. It must be the women's bathroom, he thought.