I’m surprised by the stiffness in my pants as I shuffle back to the dorm. I’ve always had a short refractory period, but I literally just came. Taking a long stride, I shift my package so it’s not so restricted and hopefully less noticeable.
Each step rubs the waistband against the head of my cock. I try to walk stiffly, but any steps send a tiny shiver up my abdomen. I can see my dorm building from this side of campus, but with the waves of pleasure rolling over me, I know I won’t make it before I paint the inside of my shirt.
My head feels full of cotton and my face is warm as I duck into the mess hall. It’s the closest bathroom, and I need to sort out my situation. I walk through the open doorway and quietly slip into a floor-to-ceiling stall.
I didn’t see anyone in here, and there’s no door into the restroom, so I should have some warning before I’m interrupted. Without hesitation, I strip my pants and briefs down to my ankles in one fluid motion. Pre-cum stretches from my dick head to my belly, feeling cold in the sudden exposure.
My waistband acted like a cock ring, swelling my member to iron hardness. My cock head is beet red and swollen with blood, aching for release. My veins are bulging out under my sheath. Just the decompression has me throbbing, pre-cum still oozing out and over my glistening head.
I sit back on the toilet and let my legs stretch out in front of me. My cock stands to attention, saluting into the cool restroom air like a skyscraper piercing the sky. I gently wrap my hand around my cock, shuttering with ecstasy. I close my eyes and picture myself peeking through the bushes as you play with yourself.
I have nowhere to be for a while, so I decide to edge myself, letting my orgasm build just beneath the surface and then taking my hand away, watching my dick throb and pulse, begging to be touched.
I can’t get you out of my head. I want to meet you and get to know you as well, but the things I’ve seen make me want you more than anything in the world.
I imagine you finding me masturbating and the initial shock. You look into my eyes, accusing me, but a blush on your cheeks tells me you are turned on, too. Your eyes drop to my throbbing member and take in all its glory. You reach out from the bush and grasp it in your soft hand, still warm and slick from what you were doing to yourself.
You giggle up at me as I tremble in your grip. You look up at me mischievously and lower your head, teasing me with the thought of a blowjob. You blow over my head without touching and bite your lip at my reaction. My knees grow weak and I almost fall.
While I’m holding a hand to my head, you stick your tongue out and give me a quick lick, cleaning up the pre-cum that would soon run onto your hand.
I stifle a groan in the restroom, not having paid attention for the past few minutes. I’m not sure if anyone is in here with me, but it seems quiet.
You look up at me innocently and I give you a nod. You take the head into your mouth with the softest lips I couldn’t even imagine. Your tongue flicks over my head and swirls around my glands.
I start to fall away from you, overwhelmed by the pleasure, but you grab my hips firmly and pull me toward your face, taking every inch of my cock into your mouth. All the way to the hilt. My balls hang against your chin and, as if the sensation of my cock gliding over your tongue wasn’t enough, you suck. Hard.
I let go of my cock and bite my fist. I’m so close to cumming, but I want to make this last. I haven’t had this much fun with a fantasy in a long time.
You fall back into the bush and disappear. I try to split the bushes to find you. All I hear is a soft giggle, and then your ass is sticking out of the bush. I gasp and hold it gently. You giggle again, making my cock throb with anticipation.
I lay my wiener between your buns, pressing my thumbs down on it, and glide over your asshole. A soft ‘oh’ wafts out of the bush. I pinch and squeeze your ass cheeks, eliciting soft gasps.
“Spank me.”
They’re the first words you’ve spoken to me, and I’m about to explode all over you. I pull my hips back and spank your ass. You gasp and giggle. “Yes.”
I let myself rest as I spank you for a few minutes. With each spank, you tremble and gasp. I crouch and check your pussy. Your juices are dripping from your lips, and I notice a dark patch on the sidewalk where it has pooled.
Excitement overcoming me, as I stand, I grasp your hips and thrust my cock up into you.
A very sexual moan comes from the stall next to me. It scares me at first, but then I remember the university has all co-ed bathrooms, and with the floor-to-ceiling stalls I can’t see whoever is having fun next to me, and she can’t see me. But I know exactly what’s going on.
I stand silently and face the stall wall, my fingers snaking around my cock and my thumb rubbing over my head with pre-cum for lube. Another gasp from the next stall and I have to just barely stroke or else I’ll shoot the wall.
I can hear she’s trying to stifle her moans, so I put my ear to the thin wall. To my surprise, her voice seems to be coming from right against my ear. I can’t quite make out the squelching, but I can feel the wall shutter with her pressing against it.
“Oh, god, yes.” It doesn’t sound like you, but again, I haven’t actually heard you speak. Just moan.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Not here.” She tries to whisper, but it comes out more like a rasp, and with the restroom so quiet and my ear against the door, it like she’s wrapped her arms around my neck and whispering into my ear. I can almost feel her warm breath on my neck.
“Oh.” The wall shutters as she seems to have pushed away from it. I hear her sit quickly on the toilet, the seat clattering. “Ah.” I hear her slap a hand over her mouth and her muffled moans.
The wall shutters twice more with the clack of thick-soled shoes raised against it. I can picture her leaning back over the toilet with her legs propped in the air and her pussy glistening under her slick fingers, aimed right at me.
“Fuck, not here. I can’t.” Then I hear it. The spray of squirt hitting the wall between us. It comes in short bursts, but it’s powerful.
I’m so immersed I can’t move when I start to cum as well. I groan quietly and sigh as I unload on the wall. The fact that her squirt is running down the opposite side as my cum keeps me orgasming long after my balls are empty.
Panting, I sit back on the toilet and listen carefully. I can hear her panting too, and then the gentle click of the wall rock as she wipes away her squirt. I clean up as well, never losing sight of the fact. If the wall hadn’t been there, we were just a foot apart, spraying each other with our cum.
My cock doesn’t want to settle down, but I don’t want to stay in here any longer, plus I want to see who this mystery girl is. I get ready, and as soon as her toilet starts to flush, I flush my own, hoping she won’t notice or realize she wasn’t alone.
I ease my face into a placid nonchalance of anyone just leaving a stall and wait for her door to unlock. I give her two seconds to walk toward the sink before I unlock my own door and swing it open quickly.
She stumbles a half step with a quick gasp. Your roommate walks stiffly to the sink and keeps her face toward her hands. She won’t look into the mirror at me, but I can see her face is bright crimson. She isn’t sure if I heard or know, but she’s trying to pretend nothing happened.
I walk to the sink directly next to her, the one that shares the soap dispenser, and wash my hands without looking at her. From the corner of my eye, I see her check me out in the mirror and blush even more. She recognizes me.
I intentionally take my time washing my hands to finish when she does. I follow her to the paper towel dispenser and we exchange brief smiles as we dry our hands.
“Did you ever find who you were looking for?” I ask, causing her to jump.
Her face won’t flush and she talks to the floor as she answers. “Yeah. Thanks.”
We throw our paper towels away, and for a second, she looks up at me. I know she is trying to find out if I know. I smirk as I look directly into her eyes. They grow wide in understanding and she immediately starts to fluster. She turns too fast and walks into the wall.
She yelps and stumbles back, holding her head.
“Are you okay?” I ask with a bit of a chuckle.
She looks at me out of the corner of her eye and stalks out of the restroom, flattening her orange and brown plaid mini-skirt. I follow her slim legs with my eyes down to her calf-high leather boots. If I’m not seeing things, I’m pretty sure I can see some wetness between her thighs and running down her legs.
Once she’s around the corner, I dart back into her stall and check the wall. She did a good job cleaning up, but at the floor, there’s still a decent-sized puddle of her squirt.
God, my sexual luck is amazing.
