My freshman year of college was, to say the least, an adjustment. I went from being the only child at home to living in a triple with two guys I didn’t like in a residence hall that was always raucous. I went to school in South Florida, ten hours away from where I’d grown up, and pretty much immediately, I was overwhelmed by some of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. So, being a hormonal adolescent who also happened to be a pretty private person in a place where privacy was lacking, I had to become resourceful when it came to… stress relief.
I didn’t have my car down there my first year, so I ended up walking a lot. On weekends, I’d get up and just explore downtown on foot. Each time, I’d pass two hotels. It dawned on me that the bathrooms of these two places could afford me enough anonymity and privacy to take care of myself, so each weekend, I’d alternate. I’d carry a little backpack with me that had a small towel and some lube, find a vacant stall, and have some me time.
Once, while in there and at it, someone else came into the bathroom, and took the stall next to me. I slowed way down so they wouldn’t hear anything that would give my activity away, but I didn’t hear the usual bathroom biz taking place in his stall. I could see that his pants and underwear were down, but I heard nothing, and we stayed silent like that for probably close to five minutes before I heard the distinct sound of a lubed-up dick being stroked.
I was really surprised. I’d never masturbated with or close to anyone before, and I remained quiet even though I picked my pace back up. From time to time, I’d hear a soft grunt or a slight moan. Eventually, the guy stood, turned around, and finished (most likely, in the toilet). Once he was done, he pulled his pants back up, exited the stall, and washed his hands before leaving the bathroom.
I’d had a good head start before he even sat next to me, so it didn’t take much longer before I’d exploded all over the place and cleaned up, too. When I came out, I was sure I’d see someone standing around with a knowing look, but that didn’t happen. No one was outside the bathroom or in the immediate area, so I left the hotel and embarked on the rest of my walk, relieved and relishing in the South Florida sun.
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