I had come to work very early to avoid the traffic and went to the second story restroom where I sat in the most remote stall of the ten. As I sat, I heard the door to the room open and someone entered and soon occupied the stall next to me, although all the others were empty.
He dropped his pants and briefs all the way to the floor and spread his feet wide. In response I dropped my own pants and shorts to the floor. He moaned slightly and nudged his foot closer to the divider between our stalls. I took a chance and moved my own foot closer to his. At this, he moved his shoe over and began rubbing his clad foot against mine, so I reached down to caress his ankle, pulling down his sock and feeling his skin.
He took my hand in his and pulled it up the inside of his hairy leg until I was holding his sagging balls. Just as I was exploring further to feel his hard shaft and the wet head, we heard the door open again, and we immediately sprang apart. The newcomer, however, went only to the urinals in the adjoining compartment and soon left.
When he did, my neighbor immediately dropped to his knees and exposed his cock under the partition dividing our stalls. I knelt next to him, giving him access to my own aching cock and starting to work on his. We were both so hot it only took a few moments before we both came, spurting our ropes all over the floor. We exchanged names and agreed to meet again, beginning what was to become a regular occurrence for early morning pleasure.