Blew a couple loads with a dude as we watched each other through a peep hole in the bathroom.
I was studying at the library in college. I needed to use the bathroom, sit down style. There was a row of maybe 4 stalls. The last one on the end was open. I hung my backpack on the hook, pants down, sat down. That's when I noticed a large peep hole in the wall. It looked like over time, people had enlarged a screw hole wider and wider until it was nearly 2 inches in diameter. There was another dude in the other stall. He was wearing a bright yellow jacket. His hand was around his very nice cock, maybe 7 inches. He was stroking. This blew my mind. I had no idea anything like this existed.
Soon, my cock started to grow. From what I could see, this guy was my type. Beautiful thick light brown bush. Happy trail. Furry legs. Beautiful cock. I didn't know what to do. He started going at it as my cock rose above my legs. He had an interesting grip. Four fingers around the cock and then his thumb was pointed down so that the back of his thumb was on his cock. Mental note to try that later. I could see his precum. Now I was at full mast. Decision time.
I widen my legs and start to stroke. Slowly. Mind blown. He's going at it. Other students are coming and going from this busy bathroom. I can't believe this is happening. I stroke faster. I can hear his breathing. That is such a turn on for me. I feel the warmth in my groin. This is unreal. I lean back so I can catch my cum on my stomach.
That causes me not to be able to see him through the peep hole, so as fast as I came, I sat back up to see what he was doing. My cum started to flow down to my balls, but I couldn't address that now. I was transfixed on the yellow jacket guy. His breathing increased and then stopped. He leaned back. He raised his t-shirt and I could see more of his furry stomach. I was impressed with the size of his load. He cleaned up quickly and left.
I was in a daze. I cleaned up my cum, which was in my belly button, pubes, down my balls. It took me a bit to deal with. Then another dude comes into the stall that was just vacated by the yellow jacket guy. His thing was to sit there and raise his hard cock above his legs and then let it fall. That's all he did. By now, I'm trying to do the business I came to do in the first place.
I'm not really into this guy. I don't get what he's doing for with the bobbing cock thing. He leaves. I try to finish up.
Oh, my god. Yellow jacket guy is back. He starts slowly stroking his cock. It could not have been more than 10 minutes since we busted together. He is stroking. He is so fucking hot. Furry guys are my thing and from what I can see, he is a perfect specimen.
My cock starts to harden again. Really? I want to see him bust again if that's what he's going to do. As I get hard, he pumps faster. OK. Here we go. I start stroking. He's got the thumb down grip thing going on again. Faster and faster. I'm listening to the breathing. Faster. He catches his breath. I feel myself about to cum again as he shoots his second load. I let my cum fly this time because I was watching him and didn't want to break away from the view.
We both lingered for a moment, then we started to clean up. I had some cum on the floor to clean up this time. He's gone. I get my pants back up. Backpack on. When I come out, he is standing in front of the mirrors. I get to see him head to toe now. He was tall, over 6 feet. Long legs. Light brown hair, blue eyes, some facial fuzz. Gorgeous. We look at each other as I walk past. I'm terrified. I don't know why I didn't ask if he wanted to talk or anything. I always regretted that. We obviously turned each other on. But I just kept walking and never saw him again.
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