One afternoon in college
submitted December 8, 2011
I had not been in college very long when I figured out that the first-floor men's room in the science building was a great place for under-stall jack-off action. So whenever I had an afternoon free, this is where I would hang out.
One afternoon, as I sat on the toilet in one stall working my foreskin back and forth slowly with a semi while I waited for some action, a guy came in and sat down in the stall next to mine (we were in stalls at the back of the rest room, and he had plenty of stalls to choose from, so I was sure he wanted some action).
It wasn't long before we had done the whole tap your toe, move your foot closer to his, foot contact, and then we were off.
I knelt down, my cock fully hard now, the foreskin still over most of the head. He knelt down also, and I could see that his cock was fully hard too (a bit larger than mine), and the foreskin was tightly gathered over the head keeping it completely hidden. I had never seen a tight foreskin before, so this really intrigued me.
We started playing with each other's cocks. He easily took ahold of mine and worked my foreskin back and forth over the swollen purple-red head. I took ahold of his and tried to pull the foreskin back, but it didn't move. It even seemed to be uncomfortable for him if I tried to retract it. He reached down and placed his hand on mine, so I understood he was letting me know that I didn't need to uncover the head on his rock-hard cock to jack him off.
We continued jacking each other till we came. I came first, shooting cum all over the tile floor between us, holding the loud moans that I naturally make inside me as much as possible so no one outside would hear me.
And then this guy came, shooting load after load of hot cum out the opening in his tight foreskin and onto the floor, mixing with my cum. I will never forget how sexy his own moans were as he came.
Then I reached down with toilet paper and cleaned up the cum (which I normally did, not wanting to leave a mess), and then I stayed put while he pulled up his pants and went to the sink to wash his hands.
It was then I could see in the mirror who it was. He was a guy I had seen in plays put on by the drama department, a rather handsome guy (he had a French last name, I remember). I wondered how many other college students knew about his sexy phimosis (tight-skinned) cock. (Looking back now, though, I realize that if he were that open to jacking with me, he probably was open to jacking with many other guys as well.)
I always wondered what happened to him. I would love to have met him somewhere to catch up where we left off. This never happened with him again -- I guess his schedule and my schedule just didn't match so we'd be in the science building men's room at the same time. But it still is a great memory from my college days all these years later!