It was 2004 and I was finishing my freshman year of college. I was blessed back then with a smooth, hairless chest, boyish good looks, and a sex drive that almost put me on academic probation. I spent most of my free time surfing porn online, and since my room mate dropped out early in the year, I was one of the few to have a room all to himself.
I had chosen to go to school a good distance away from my parents, so when Christmas break rolled around, I decided to stay in the dorms and get caught up on late assignments (late because of the batin') instead of driving home.
The dorms were eerie with nobody living in them. On my floor I think I was the only one there. The quiet was just what I needed, and before long I cranked out about half of my late assignments and was feeling pretty good about myself. Seeing porn and video games on my horizon, I took a quick walk to the gas station to get an energy drink, something I used to partake in, and a burrito. It's amazing to me that I didn't pack on 50 lbs that year the way I used to eat.
On my way back I noticed a janitor cleaning the carpets in the lobby. He seemed surprised to see me, and I waived and walked by. He was older probably in his mid 60s or early 70s, pudgy, and obviously didn't expect to run into anyone at that time of night over the holiday, as he was dressed in a stained t shirt and tattered gym shorts.
I didn't really give him another thought and got back to my room to finish my last couple assignments.
The carpet cleaner was really loud, and the previous quiet that was so conducive to my productivity earlier was dashed with the ever loudening hissing of the machine as he moved to clean the carpet in my wing. I decided that I could use a shower anyway and took a break from my homework.
I grabbed my shower caddy, a change of clothes and my towel. I decided to get naked and wrap my towel around me for the short walk across the hall to the bathroom so I wouldn't have to carry my dirty clothes back.
As soon as I walked into the hallway the steamer stopped and I felt the janitor's eyes on me as I walked, bare chested and covered by my towel to the bathroom. I felt something stir in me, enjoying the exhibitionist feeling of his gaze on my young body.
I gave him a half nod and walked into the bathroom. The men's bathroom in the dorms were mostly open-concept. There were a row of stalls on one end of the bathroom with a half wall containing urinals on one side and sinks on the other separating the stalls from the showers. The sinks and mirrors were on the shower side of the wall. The showers were a series of stalls with curtains for privacy.
I stepped into one of the showers right in the middle of the row and turned on the water. As I waited for it to warm up I hung my towel on the hook between stalls. Standing in the nude in the public bathroom felt nice and a little exciting. I stepped in the shower and decided not to close the curtain as I felt there was a good chance I would not be bothered.
While washing my hair I thought I heard a knock at the door, but I couldn't be sure. As I rinsed the shampoo I heard the hinges on the door squeak and the rolling of a mop bucket on the floor. I hurriedly finished rinsing and looked out into the room. The old janitor was ringing the mop in the bucket and trying his best to sneakily watch me in the reflection of the mirror over the sink.
I quickly closed the curtain out of reflex, but then I felt my cock flush with blood and start to rise. This old guy was obviously turned on by me, that felt good. At this point I was not getting any action with the ladies, as I had yet to figure out how to muster the courage to actually talk to one. Some attention was nice, and while I hadn't really explored the bisexual part of me at that point, I was aware that it was laying dormant within me, waiting to be fed.
With a raging erection and a racing heart I opened the curtain about a quarter of the way, closed my eyes and leaned against the back of the shower. My hand slowly stroking my cock. After a few seconds I took a peek without fully opening my eyes to see if he was watching. He had stopped mopping and was standing, still looking at the mirror, and was rubbing his cock thru his pants. I couldn't see how big his cock was, but judging by how far his arm moved with each stroke it looked big... bigger than mine.
