Hi my name is John. This is a true story that happened to me my sophomore year in college when I was about twenty. I had been completely strait up until then and this was the first encounter that made me curious about guys.
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I used to masturbate a lot in college. Since I lived on campus and had an ever-present roommate I had to go someplace public to relieve my tensions. There were several rest rooms on campus that no one frequented that provided some privacy. Sometimes I would smuggle porn magazines in there and sit in the stall and stroke my meat to pictures of naked oriental women spreading their pussies or white girls sucking and fucking until they got a nice messy facial. At other times I would go in the computer lab and have cybersex with some random female in a chat room or browse through all the free porn pictures I can find getting my cock into a hard-on frenzy. My erection would rub against the material of my pants until I couldnāt stand it anymore and I would go to the bathroom, whip out my cock, and quickly shoot my cum into the toilet bowl.
One of the prime locations to do this was in the campus library. It had a small bathroom downstairs that few people know about. There were wooden stalls without doors in there and one old-fashioned urinal that stood on the floor. The urinal was around a corner in front of the stalls so in order to piss the guy has to face the stalls without doors.
One day as I sometimes do, I printed out pictures of two naked black women and decided to take them to this bathroom and masturbate to them. But when I went in there the bathroom was occupied. Sitting in one of the stalls was a black guy with a book on his lap. I was surprised someone was actually in there and I just pretended I came in there to wash my hands and left. I heard a sound similar to someone jerking a wet cock while I was washing my hands but I couldnāt be certain. I waited outside the door for a bit but he just never came out. I figured he must be masturbating in there and that I was just going to go in there and have a seat in the next stall and wait for him to leave.
And so I did. I pulled the pictures our of my back pocket and looked at them so my dick would get hard while I was waiting. The sound of wet meat being slapped was getting louder from the stall beside me. I didnāt think heād ever leave so I decided to start stroking myself quietly. I reached down between my legs and slowly ran my hand up and down my six-inch erection. I tried to hide it between my legs since there happen to be a small hole between the stalls about the size of a quarter. I could tell the guy was looking through it. Then I heard him stand up. The wet jerking sound continued.