The following is a fictitious story from the mind of a bicurious guy.
I walked swiftly down the hall of the English building to the computer lab. It was Friday afternoon and that meant most of the students that lived on campus had already gone home for the weekend. The computer lab would be mostly empty, thus making it a prime place for looking up porn. It was a weekly ritual for me to use the computer in the back right corner of the English lab to look up porn on the weekends. I'ld get myself all worked up over the nastiest sex pics I could find and then go work it off in the rest room nearby.
The one in the corner was the perfect computer for looking up things you didn't want anyone to see. The only people in the whole lab who could see it were those few on the back row and one slight tilt of the monitor towards the wall would take care of that unless there happened to someone sitting directly beside you.
I got to the computer lab and saw pretty much what I expected. There was three people in the first three rows like any other Friday. But then when I looked on the back row their was a large muscular black man sitting at a computer. It was the one in the back right corner. Damn my luck! What were the chances of someone taking THAT computer?
I decided to be patient, I would go sit down beside him and just wait til he left. So I walked down the back row, as the black guy clicked away on his mouse, too absorbed in what he was doing to notice me.