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This story happened just this past weekend. I've been a frequent masturbator probably since I discovered the tingling feeling downstairs. As far as adventurous experiences go, I'm limited to nothing more than a few jerks in the bush here and there and masturbating in the bathrooms at work. Nothing too scandalous.
I've always been open to the thought of public masturbation and the idea of getting caught excites me very much. The opportunities that have presented themselves have been few and far between though.
But as mentioned, this past weekend gave me a tease of what I hope will snowball into greater things. My friends and I have a weekly tradition of playing flag football at our old high school field every Saturday. Despite it being the weekend, the school is open for ESL classes on Saturday. So when we reached the halftime water break for our game, I decided to make my usual round to the school for water and to use the bathroom.
Usually, there's at least one person who goes to use the water fountain with me but it seemed that everyone brought a bottle this week except for me so I made my standard trip alone. After getting some water, I felt excited for no particular reason at all (gotta love spontaneous wood...who says it's a thing of the past?) and decided to take myself to a second floor bathroom.
As I was making my way up, I started reminiscing about the bevy of gorgeous girls from high school, many of whom I still keep in touch with. Naturally, these thoughts did nothing but fuel my horniness and boldened my desire to act on it. I entered the empty bathroom and wasted no time entering a stall. I dropped my shorts and let them cling to my hips and began stroking my cock. Taking my time was not an option as I had a football game to play so there was no slow teasing or any 'foreplay', for lack of a better term. I just went to work furiously jerking my dick back and forth. I found myself panting and moaning in anticipation of the expectant rush that was flowing in my balls. At this point, I heard some footsteps approaching the bathroom. However, they weren't making the familiar click-clack of cleated shoes so I knew it wasn't any of my football friends. That only made me hornier and louder.
The stepping entered into the bathroom but at this point, I was on the verge of letting loose an uncontrollable explosion. No one said anything and my stall wasn't knocked on or peeped in and in a matter of seconds, I was releasing wave upon wave of cum into the waiting toilet.
I left the stall to find the guy in the bathroom just washing his hands, not acknowledging my presence. I wish he did though. This experience has lead to me to seek out a better opportunity at being seen, heard or even accompanied in the future.