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The Bathroom

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David I felt very fortunate. In my dorm, we did not have to share a common bathroom for the entire floor. However, since it was an all male dorm, there was no ladies room at all ... A warm Friday evening was at hand. Spring was well underway and shorts were the norm. Lots of cute buns to feast your eyes upon . I had a whole lot of female caboose viewing today ... my eyes were indeed tired. But Mr. Testosterone reminded me of his presence by way of an erection that just would not go away. I decided to take matters into my own 'hands'. I closed the bathroom door (gee, I wish this had a lock, but my roommates were really cool about relieving oneself) and flicked the switch for the light/fan combo. I removed my clothes and set them aside; I was going to relax and really get into this. The toilet seat felt cool on my rear end. I slowly started rubbing the top of my rod. Soon I began to fantasize ... which young fem caboose should I dream about? Kathy? Meg? Diane? All three? I then delicately rubbed my fingers across the glans, using the pre-cum as lubrication. "Hey this was great", I thought as my whole crotch area swelled and became ever more hot. Meg's breasts appeared in a vision before me. I had longed to get into some heavy petting with her. "Be patient", I told myself. For now, this would do. I continued to jerk off, holding my entire penis in my right hand and moving the skin of the shaft up and down in a way that only guys could know (Later, I learned differently). Up & down. Up and down. Images played out before me. My mind was quite active tonight. Holding that piston and pumping it felt so good! Some people were way out in the hall, talking cheerfully and laughing. Someone ran down the hall. All distractions to be ignored. I could feel the juices build deep within ... orgasm was approaching. Some thrusting took over. No one was around ... I started making some noise ... oh, oh, Oh, OH! I was now rubbing just below the head in just that right way. I'm coming, I'm coming ... here it comes ... The orgasm was terrific!!! It felt oh so good! Sperm flowed out in spurts. A lot of white, sticky sperm ... on my hand and on my penis ... dripping into the open toilet below. The DOOR opens and in walks KATHY ! Oh shit! Oh no! (Needless to say, I felt quite humble) I wanted to say something, but I was frozen solid. Kathy looked down at my penis and then into my eyes. Down at my naked manliness before her and back up to my face. She had a surprised, yet sheepish, innocent gaze ... almost frozen in time as was I. My penis just finished its last spurt when Kathy slowly spoke. She said she was sorry. She wasn't sure why she just walked in ... 'Their' bathroom door isn't hung well and naturally shuts by itself (actually I think she already had a couple of beers in her 5'1" 110 lb bod ... I think she just goofed ...) Perhaps she thought I was hung well (?); she seemed quite friendly ... sort of. So what to do about this most embarrassing moment in my life? I was sure she'd tell EVERYONE on campus (she didn't, I later learned). Kathy apologized again. She said that it was OK that I was doing that; her brothers did it , she USED to do it (a fib, I thought) and the other women in her dorm do it all the time. Kathy told me that she thought it was cool for I guy to do this. Better that than get drunk, jump in the sack with some drunk chick and risk all those bad things that could happen to you. She said too many women were getting their feelings hurt by uncaring men that went a little to far. Personally, I felt pretty embarrassed. Kathy was really cool about it. We got to be friends eventually. We always smiled at each other. We had that little event to joke between the two of us. I think she really opened up to me because I had become vulnerable in front of her in a very awkward way. Perhaps that made me seem just like everyone else, more approachable ... more of a real person with real needs. So, I guess the whole thing didn't turn out so bad after all.