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Is it 3:50pm yet?

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Is it 3:50pm yet? by TitanT (Titan_Timmons@hotmail.com)This is a true story! I love to masturbate, so this was like a fantasy come true. Read on…So I just graduated last spring from a big university in the west. I stuck around and got a job at the U and have been working there since late summer. The job is okay, definitely not super exciting during the summer, but it pays the bills. When school started back up this fall, swarms of students pile in and out of the building I work in.The restroom on the main floor is quite old and consists of two stalls and two urinals. One day I needed to use one of the stalls so I walked in and automatically chose the corner stall. Although the door was shut, I didn’t see any feet below, so I assumed the stall was empty. I went to open the door and low and behold, a guy was sitting with his pants down and legs spread wide apart. He was startled by me opening the door, so he jumped up slightly, exposing his very hard dick. He didn’t say a word but I stared for a good 30 seconds. I said, “Oops, sorry!” and closed the door. I immediately took the stall next to him. After a minute of complete silence, I heard him rubbing his dick: really hard and really fast. I could tell it was a dry rub, since I heard a very distinct scratching noise. It got me hard, so I pulled my pants down and started to rub too. I heard him come—he let out a brief held breath and I heard small drips into the toilet. He got up fast and went to the sink. I didn’t finish my own jerk session, because I was too eager to get a good look at this guy while he washed his hands. He didn’t look at me once, but quickly washed up and left. He was a good looking guy, in shape—a typical college student. Let’s call him “Jack” from now on.About a week had passed and this encounter still occupied my mind. Everytime I used the bathroom I hoped to “meet” him again, but for weeks I hadn’t hit the right time. One day I went to use the stall and I noticed that someone had come into the stall next to me. I thought it might be him, so I did my business (using the bathroom not j/o) and went to the sink. The other person came out and it was a different guy who was just using the toilet (God forbid). Dejected I stepped out, but noticed that “Jack” was loitering around the hallway. So I ducked down the hall and glanced from afar to see what he was doing. He was looking though a newspaper, but would keep his eye out on the restroom door. When the other guy came out of the bathroom, Jack went right in. Of course, I followed him (it was 3:50pm). When I enetered, again the door to his stall was closed. So I opened it up and found him looking at me with his body down, so I couldn’t see his penis. I just smiled and closed the door. I then entered the stall next to him and starting jacking off. He did too and we both were having a frenzy. I could see his leg twitch from under the walls. And I could hear the scratchy rubbing coming from the other side. I was so horned up that I let out a good moan so that he could hear. I came first and then I heard him come. As we stepped out to wash up, he looked at me and I looked at him. We both smiled and left. I took note of the time.I love the feeling of masturbating with someone else. I’ve lately taken to jacking off with guys in the shower at my gym. This is a pretty easy set-up for j/o buddies and a no brainer since you’re naked and already there together. But I was intrigued by “Jack” and wanted to see if he’d be willing to have a stall session with me in the same stall, instead of mutual private sessions next door to each other. So I decided to be more aggressive about it and a week or so later, I went to the stall at 3:50pm. I opened it and Jack was there looking up grabbing his hard member. I looked for a second and just walked in and shut the stall door behind me. He looked surprised, but then I pulled my pants down and starting going to town. He did the same. He was fixated on my hard dick as I stroked back and forth. I loved looking at his too. Clearly he was enjoying this meeting. I was really wet…I was hard even before I opened the stall door. Pre-cum had helped to lube me up and so my hand slid up and down my hard shaft fast and with little resistance. I got off really fast. I let out a big moan and shot my huge load--landing on the floor right in front of him. He followed suit and stood up slightly arching his back. He had a rough dry rub and I could tell he was in agony and ecstacy all at the same time. He came into the toilet. Afterward he just sat back down and went for the toilet paper. I pulled my pants up and left.I haven’t seen “Jack” in weeks. Maybe the buddy stall session was just too much for him. I often go to the bathroom once or twice a week to see if he’s there. I’ve walked in on plenty of other people not masturbating that’s for sure! But I’m waiting for the next time “Jack” is ready to play. I think he enjoyed it, it’s just taking him time to gear up for our next encounter I’m sure of it! Sometimes I just sit in there stroking my hard dick waiting for “Jack” to throw open the door. Is it 3:50pm yet???