I was in between classes at university.  I had just left my physics lecture, and had ten minutes to get to my chemistry lecture.  Since I was going on my fifth class in a row, I had to use the bathroom and decided to make a quick restroom stop in the chemistry building.

            After getting inside the chemistry building, I went straight into the restroom.  It was a large bathroom, so I stepped in to see about ten urinals lining one huge wall.  I quickly noticed a man standing at the urinal closest to the wall, shaking himself dry and zipping up his pants.  I waited a second for him to leave that urinal so I could have the one up against the wall (there were no dividers between the other urinals, so I wanted the wall for a little privacy).  As I walked over to the urinal, I noticed the guy didn’t go up to the sink to wash his hands or walk out the door.  No, he went over and closed himself inside a bathroom stall, instead.  I thought that was a little odd, but paid little attention.

            I then approached the empty urinal, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my dick.  I began peeing, then looked down to adjust my aim.  When I looked down, though, I saw what looked like a huge load of fresh, gooey cum running down the inside of the urinal and covering its drain.  I watched my urine run over it, washing most of it away.  I instantly thought about masturbating, myself.  I hadn’t had a chance to jack off in over a week due to the heavy workload I had recently had at college.  Before I could even quit taking my piss, my cock began to swell.  I tried to tell myself to stop, because I had to go to class and wouldn’t even be able to perform a satisfying quickie.  It was too late, though.  I was rock hard with my cock standing straight out from my body.  Just then, I saw something in my side vision: That guy in the stall had cracked open his door and was peeking at me.  I was completely exposed, my cock in full view for him, considering there were no urinal dividers.

I snapped my body around, faced the wall, stuffed my dick in my pants, and zipped them up.  I glanced at my watch.  Only three minutes left until my lecture began.  I walked over to the sink and began to wash my hands.  In my side vision, I thought I could still see that guy staring at me, but I tried to ignore him.  I turned off the sink, took a paper towel, and dried off my hands.  Just as I was throwing the towel away, I heard a small cough.  I looked over, and made eye contact with the guy in the stall.  He looked into my eyes for a moment, then glanced down at my crotch.  I looked down at my pants and noticed the obvious bulge from my boner.  I looked back up at him, our eyes locking again.  I moved my hand down to my crotch, tilted my head, and gave him a questioning look.  He nodded at me and motioned me over to his stall.

I walked over to him and pushed the door open.  Luckily, he had chosen the handicap stall, so there was room for the two of us.  I stepped into the stall and closed the door behind me.  The guy walked over to one corner of the stall and picked up a paper shopping bag.  He opened the bag, placed it on the floor in front of the toilet, and said into my ear, “step in.”  A little confused, I did as I was told, and stood in the bag.  He then came up next to me, faced his back to the toilet, and sat down on its seat, spreading his legs around me.  That’s when I realized what the bag was for: If anyone were to look underneath the stall walls, it would look like a man with a shopping bag was in there, not two guys helping each other get off!

So, there we were, facing each other in the bathroom, him sitting on the toilet and me standing in front of him.  This guy knew what he was doing.  The moment he sat down, he wrapped his arms around my waist, placed his hands on my ass, and started feeling my butt cheeks, thighs, and lower back.  He lifted up my shirt in the back, which exposed a portion of my stomach on my front side.  He pulled me up against himself and began sucking on my stomach, licking my navel and rubbing his nose on my skin.  He was lightly stroking my shoulder blades with his hands, and every once in a while, playing with the hair in my armpits.  All of this combined felt unbelievable.  If he had kept that up for a while, he probably could’ve made me cum without ever touching my cock!

He moved his mouth down my stomach, now, following my happy trail.  He got down to my jeans, sucked on the little patch of pubes sticking out, slipped his tongue underneath the waistband of my boxers and ran his tongue back and forth.  He was nearly touching the base of my cock, and him being that close to touching my cock without going all the way made the tension that much greater and more intense.  He removed his mouth from my stomach, lowered his head, and began lightly nibbling the hard cock underneath my jeans.  He started at the balls, worked his way up, and when he made his way to the head of my dick, flicked it several times with his tongue.  He had somehow found that exact sensitive spot!  It felt awesome.  I don’t know why I didn’t explode right then.

For a moment, the man pulled himself away from me, hands, mouth, and all.  He looked up and down my body, both of us breathing heavily.  After that, he reached toward my waist and unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants.  He pulled those down, leaving my boxers on.  However, my boxers, missing the fly button, instantly lost hold of my cock, allowing it to fall through the fly and into my partner’s face.  Without a moment’s hesitation, he threw his mouth onto the head of my cock.  He swirled his tongue around my cock head and sucked lightly on it for a few moments.  I was shivering in pleasure, holding the back of his head to keep my balance.  He also started thrusting his face onto my hard-on and fondling my balls.  I sort of just stood there blankly trying to take it all in.  It felt so good, I could barely stand it.

This guy kept working my cock, and I really mean working it!  He would deep throat the whole thing, then suck on the head, maybe pull it out and nibble on the underside of my shaft for a while.  One of my favorite parts was when he paid attention to my balls, sucking on each of them for a minute apiece, while pounding his fist on my cock to keep the pleasure building.

After a good five minutes or so of sucking, I bent over to his ear and told him, gasping, “I’m… I’m gonna cum… now…”  He instantly pulled himself away.  I stood there, confused.  About ten seconds later, my balls must’ve realized I wasn’t cumming yet, because they tensed up and sent a shockwave of pain through my entire body.  I grabbed my balls and gasped in pain, which my partner found slightly amusing.  Him getting me that close to the edge, combined with a week of built-up cum did not feel good!

The guy, with a smile on his face, stepped to my side and pulled his shirt off.  He threw the shirt in the paper bag with my feet.  He them undid his pants, and placed them in the bag.  He was wearing briefs, with a huge wet spot on one side that was undoubtedly precum leaking all over the place.  He lowered those, too, and threw them in the bag.  He had nothing on but sandals, now, and didn’t have a bad looking body.  I quickly noticed his cock was completely soft.  I wondered if this wasn’t as big of a turn-on for him as it was for me?  Then I noticed what was coming out of the tip of his cock.  It was too thick and white to be precum.  Yes, it really was he who had just cum in the urinal five minutes before!  He must’ve still been recovering from that, and not gotten another hard-on yet.

He stepped behind me, me still in boxers.  He pressed his flaccid cock against my ass and started grinding it.  I looked at my cock, still very hard, but going a little soft.  A drop of precum fell from the tip of it and hit the ground.  It was becoming difficult to keep my balance with this guy rubbing himself against my ass, so I bent over and placed my hands on the toilet seat. 

I heard the bathroom door open.  I turned my head, peeked through a crack in the stall walls and noticed two guys walking in.  Luckily, we weren’t being very noisy, so they shouldn’t have noticed anything.  One of them used a urinal then left within a minute or two, but the other guy, of course, walked into the stall right next to us.  I peeked under the door and saw his pants drop to the floor, feet away from the toilet.  I didn’t want anyone to discover us, but I couldn’t stop now, either.

The cock grinding my ass began to grow firm.  Not too long, and it was rock hard.  He started thrusting his cock up and down my ass crack.  He bent over my body, wrapped his hands around me, and started playing with my cock.  It wasn’t going to take me much longer to cum, I already knew that.  He fondled my balls with one hand and stroked with the other.  Wow!  Him rubbing up against my ass must have been putting pressure in the right spot because it was driving me crazy.

I started turning my ass around in circles and thrusting my hips slowly back and forth.  I closed my eyes to take everything in and opened them a few seconds later, just in time to see the man in the stall next door poking his head underneath the stall wall to figure out what was happening in my stall.  My heart dropped, but I was too into this semi-fuck to do anything about it.  It was like my instinctual half had taken over, and my mind was set on getting myself to cum, and nothing else.  I looked back at my partner to see a silly grin on his face.  I reached back with one hand and tried to fondle his cock and balls at least a little in the mad frenzy.  I eventually grew tired of supporting myself on one hand, though, so stopped doing that.

One last time, I looked over on the floor of the stall next to myself.  That other guy was still there, but now, his feet were facing the toilet.  He was definitely not taking a crap in there, but what was he doing?  I noticed if I looked a little farther over, I could see his shadow.  Yes!  I was right!  I saw a silhouette of him jacking off vigorously.  Wow, he could jerk that fist back and forth!  I watched his shadow go at it for at least a full minute.  Suddenly, his fist stopped, then he started massaging his cock much more slowly.  Right next to his feet, and glob of cum landed.  Wow!!  That’s exactly what I needed to see to send me over the edge.

My body started shaking.  I pushed my partner’s hand off of my cock and took my dick into my own hands.  I stood up straight, and not even five strokes later, I was exploding all over the place.  I shot onto the toilet seat, the floor, and one even hit the wall behind the toilet.  I thought I was going to fall over, it was so intense.  I looked behind me, and saw my partner’s face scrunched up, with his hands frantically grabbing at his cock, mouth gaping.  I rushed over to him, placed our cocks together, and stroked them both.  I oozed out another bit of cum, kept stroking, and bam!  He shot right up onto my chest, then onto his.  I kept stroking our cocks together until we both quit leaking cum.

          I collapsed onto the paper bag on the floor, while my partner went and sat back down on the toilet seat.  I caught my breath, then glanced at my watch.  I was twenty minutes late to class!  But, right before, I still had three minutes to spare!  I wiped the cum off my body with toilet paper then threw my pants on, and my shirt.  I walked over to the guy I had just shared the experience with, and patted him on the back.  “Thanks,” I said.  I reached down and rubbed his soft cock.  He simply nodded back at me, reached a hand out and touched my crotch, too.  I walked out of that stall door, never to see him again.  It is one of the few orgasms that I will never forget, and is to this day I can call that the best walk between classes I’ve ever had
 

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