An Unexpected Handjob

It was late on a Saturday afternoon, a couple of days before the start of the spring semester at the local community college. I was at the college bookstore to buy a couple of textbooks and other supplies. After leaving the store I headed across campus to my car. The campus was almost completely deserted, and all the buildings and classrooms were shut and locked.

Suddenly I felt the need to piss. I continued walking toward the parking lot, checking every restroom I passed to see if any were open. All of them were locked too. The next-to-last building I came to before the parking lot was the gym. I walked around the far end where there was a rear entrance to the locker room, next to the running track and volleyball courts. I was surprised to see that one of the double-doors was propped open with a trash can.

I headed inside and quickly went into the restroom nearest the rear doors. (There were two restrooms inside the men's locker room; this was the smaller one near the back entrance.) After setting my bag on the floor I took out my dick and pissed in the middle urinal. It felt great to relieve that pressure. As my piss slowed to a trickle, I became aware of a familiar sound coming from one of the stalls...a quiet but rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack sound. Whoever was masturbating must have heard me coming in and pissing, so he knew he wasn't alone.

I bent over to look to my right under the row of toilet stalls. In the middle of about five stalls was a pair of legs splayed out and rocking just a bit, in the same rhythm as the thwack-thwack sound. I also noticed that there were no pants or shorts bunched around his ankles, only athletic shoes and socks. And, even more interesting, the door to the stall he was in was about three-quarters open, just like the empty stalls on either side of him.

I knew there were some active restrooms on campus where guys would jack off together or whatever, but this was a little odd. First, the campus was virtually deserted so he couldn't have been expecting to hook up with anyone. Why wasn't he surprised when I came in, and why didn't he keep himself quiet until I left?

Second, this definitely wasn't one of the active restrooms. Ray, the guy who ran the equipment cage and looked after the men's locker room, took a dim view of stuff like that going on in his domain. He was pretty effective at keeping the perverts out...or inactive, anyway. I had talked to him several times and I knew what his views were on that subject.

I think it was the audacity of someone masturbating in a place where it was completely taboo that got me going. Also I had had a couple of experiences at other restrooms on campus, and the whole anonymously-jacking-with-another-guy scene was a turn-on for me. My dick started getting hard. Without bothering to put it away or zip up my pants, I walked down the row of toilet stalls, took a breath, and pushed open the door of the stall where the masturbator sat.

I got the shock of my young life. There with his hard cock in hand sat Ray.

I think we both froze on the spot. He had a look of total shock on his face. I must have looked about the same, seeing the guy I least expected to find there almost totally naked and masturbating!

Suddenly he bolted off the toilet seat and reached behind the stall door. I thought at the time he was going to slam the door shut, but I later figured he was reaching for his shorts and underwear that were hanging on the back of the door. In that moment where he had taken a little half-step toward me and seemed to be trying to end this moment of shock and exposure, I reached out and grabbed him. It took a moment before he realized I was holding his cock in my hand and then he froze again, simply looking down at his crotch, as though he couldn't believe what was happening.

So I started pumping his cock back and forth in my fist, slowly and with a firm grip. Quickly his breathing changed to deep panting, and I knew he was getting some serious pleasure out of how I was masturbating him. Another moment or two passed before he reached out and grabbed my cock, stroking it a little roughly and rapidly. Not exactly the way I usually enjoyed it, but the shock and excitement of the moment made it extremely hot.

Neither of us was able or willing to look the other in the eye. We both looked downward at our cocks in each other's hands, stroking and being stroked. It didn't take long...maybe a minute at the most...before Ray was obviously at the edge of cumming. I gripped his hard dick a little tighter and pumped a little faster, and that sent him over the edge. He started shooting like crazy. Most of it went flying but some dripped down my hand. He stopped stroking me, completely overwhelmed by his orgasm, but he kept his hand firmly around my cock until he was spent.

I scooped up as much of his cum as I could and used it as lube to begin jacking myself off. With my other hand I held on to his now softening cock. (The feel of a deflating cock in my hand is still powerfully erotic for me.) It only took a dozen or so strokes before I started shooting too, cumming with such intensity that I nearly blacked out.

Then it was over. Ray and I both cleaned up quickly at the sinks, and Ray wiped up as much cum from the cement floor as he could and in a flash he had his underwear and shorts on and pulled back up, then took off like his butt was on fire. Neither of us had said a single word the entire time. I took a moment longer to clean up and get myself together. After leaving the restroom I stopped to sit on a locker room bench and tie my shoes.

I heard the rear door open and slam against the trash can and I assumed it was Ray exiting. But then around the corner came one of the football coaches, so it must have been him entering. He looked surprised and a bit puzzled at seeing me sitting there, but he didn't miss a step as he strode toward the small restroom at the rear of the locker room. I took my time getting my shoes tied. In a couple of minutes the football coach came walking back in the opposite direction, away from the restroom. I hadn't heard any urinals or toilets flushing when he was in there, nor the sound of any sinks running.

He slowed just a bit as he passed me, this time looking at me with a weird little scowl on his face. It was a semi-hostile look, but he said nothing. He exited the same way he came in, then I left too.

I never had any other experiences with Ray and never talked about it with him, so I don't know if he and the football coach were meeting in that restroom to get off together. But it sure seems that way.