Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2011 15:54:40 -0700
From: Bobby Wyler <bobby.wyler@gmail.com>
Subject: Bobby Wyler and the Dorm Bathroom

My name is Bobby, and I recently started my freshman year of college and
decided to start sharing some of the more intimate stories of my time here.
 If you like what you read below, please check out my blog at
http://bobbywyler.blogspot.com.  You can comment there, or email me at
bobby.wyler (at) gmail (dot) com.  Hope you enjoy!

***

I woke up at three in the morning recently and had to pee.  I threw on gym
shorts over my boxer briefs and walked groggily down the dorm hall to the
bathroom.

Being so late at night, I was surprised to find someone was taking a shower
in one of the stalls.  The curtain was pulled so I couldn't see who it
was.  But as I listened, I realized I was hearing more than just the water
running over some boy's naked body.

I heard a wet, rhythmic sound – the boy was jacking off in the shower!  He
must've thought nobody would come in this late, because he was going at it
pretty loud.

Suddenly it stopped and I heard a goopy squirt followed by even louder
jacking.  The dude even had lube!  I'd already tented my athletic shorts
as I crept close to the shower stall to listen.  It was then I was able to
make out some low, breathy moans.

I reached under the elastic waistband of my shorts and underwear and
grabbed my own shaft.  I started very slowly (and quietly!) jerking myself
off.  I looked back to make sure nobody was coming in, then whipped my
hard cock out in the middle of the bathroom.  I stroked it up and down
listening to the rapidly accelerating sounds of this boy jacking off.  He
must have really believed nobody would be coming in.

As I continued stroking my rock hard cock in the middle of the boys'
bathroom, my shorts and underwear just below my balls, I wished more than
anything I could pull back the curtain and expose the boy.  Catch him
stroking his lubed up shaft and delight in the panicked expression on his
face.

Realizing I was getting close to cumming myself, I decided to hide away
lest someone else enter the bathroom.  I crept into one of the bathroom
stalls, pulled my shorts and underwear around my ankles, sat on the toilet,
and continued jacking off.  I debated whether to lube up with my own
saliva.  It would feel really good... but would it be too loud?

I decided to say, "fuck it" and drooled a little on my hand.  The boy was
jacking off with lube; why shouldn't I?  The wet saliva ignited my cock,
sending shivers down my spine just as I heard something amazing coming from
the shower stall.

The boy was cumming.  I heard a surprisingly loud moan followed by much
more hushed ones.  I imagined his muscles tensing as ropes of sticky cum
shot out of his stiff boyhood all over the shower floor.  I imagined him
throwing his head back and closing his eyes as his body filled with waves of
pleasure.  If only I had x-ray vision.

Now it was my turn.  Hearing a boy fighting unsuccessfully to keep his
orgasm quiet had put me right near the edge.  I stroked all the way up and
down my cock, imagining the boy's face right when he came – cheeks flushed
red, eyes closed, mouth agape in a quiet moan as water ran down his naked
body.  And then it was my turn to go over the edge.

My own warm cum shot out and onto my stomach just as the shower turned off.
Caught by the sudden silence in the middle of my orgasm, I fought to keep
my mouth shut as more ropes of warm cum landed on me.  Caught in the
throes of passion, I had no idea if I could be heard.

At last I was spent, with a big pool of sticky cum on my stomach and chest.
I should probably mention, I have a tendency to cum a lot.  Especially if
I haven't jacked off in awhile.  I think I read somewhere the normal
amount is one teaspoon.  I usually cum like... four.  This time probably
five.

I waited until I thought I heard the boy leave, then cleaned myself up with
toilet paper.  I peed (at last), flushed, then made my way out.

But the boy was still in the bathroom.  He was standing at the mirror,
applying some kind of cream to his face.  Fuck.

The boy's name was Conor .  He lives a few doors down from me.  He's a
quiet boy with a big smile, beautiful eyes, and apparently a need to
masturbate in the shower.

"What's up?" he mumbled, and I gave him a subdued, "Hey," in return.  I'm
sure we were both thinking the same thing... "did he hear me jack off?"  If
I'm being honest, I think he must have known what I had been doing.  And
he probably feared I heard what he had been doing.  So we both chose to
pretend it didn't happen.

Of course, as I crawled back under my sheets, I couldn't stop thinking
about that moan he made when he came.  Now that I could put a face to the
"man behind the curtain," my imagination was running wild.  What I would
have given to see the cute and quiet Conor spew his cum all over the shower
floor, his knees trembling slightly as he let out an uncontrollably loud
moan.

I realize this kind of situation is bound to happen when you have a dorm
full of horny college boys forced to share rooms with each other.  It's
much trickier finding the time and place for some good old masturbation.  If
only we could all just come together and lend each other a helping hand...