Connor swung the stall door, the clang bouncing off the walls of the male bathroom, and plopped down on the toilet. He hunched forward and let his head drop to his hands. English period was a massive bore. He had asked the teacher to go to the bathroom, just so he could refresh his brain for a while. If he had to hear Mrs. Davis ramble on about some 18th-century poet for one more minute, his head might have exploded.
Connor rubbed his eyes and took out his phone. He opened Instagram to see what people had been up to recently. Some scrumptious-looking food pics, some obviously-Facetuned selfies, snapshots of lives more exciting than his popped up on his screen in a mindless scroll. Connor sighed. He had always been the quiet kid, from grade school all the way to high school, keeping his head down and doing his work. Now a senior, he had never even been to a party, let alone smoke joints or get drunk. His mind was set on Stanford, and he made sure to stay away from any trouble. Connor shut his phone off and stared forward at the stall door that he had left slightly ajar. His reflection was misshapen blobs of color in the shiny metal.
Connor heard the door creak open followed by footsteps. The quick shuffle of shoe soles against the tiles, then the stall next to him swiftly closing and the lock lightly clicking. The clang of a belt buckle, the whoosh of pants being pulled down, and the gentle squeak as the stranger sat down on the toilet. Just as Connor was about to get up and head back to class, so as to avoid Mrs Davis' suspicion as well as the smell of a stranger's dump, he stopped and listened.
In the adjoining stall, continuous rustles and heavy breaths.
Connor knew these noises. He made those sounds almost every night, watching porn or fantasizing about hot guys from school while his parents were asleep. Connor swallowed. He could feel his dick starting to swell inside his pants. The stranger was very much enjoying himself. His strokes were getting more urgent and his breathing quicker. Connor's mind began to run free: Who could it be? Who was so horny that they had to touch themselves during class? An athlete who received a sexy pic from his slutty girlfriend, maybe? Or a janitor needing to rub one out before returning to his job? Connor's hand slowly moved to his crotch and gripped his now-hard member. He licked his lips.
Connor heard a loud spat, followed by squishy, wet sounds. The stranger must have just spat on his dick. The moans became needier and more erratic. Connor squeezed his dick through his pants. There were three stalls in the bathroom, facing the urinals. Connor was in the one in the corner, the furthest from the entrance. The stranger must have thought there was no one in the bathroom since Connor had left his door open. A reckless thought flared up in his mind.
Connor's eyes widened. No. No way. Not happening. He needed to get back to class right this instant.
"Fuck," a breathy growl came from the adjoining stall. Connor's dick jolted. His fists clenched. He had seen videos on Pornhub of people doing this in public bathrooms. Were those real? He wanted to do this so bad. Could he?
Connor bit his lips, his dick straining against his pants. OK, the stranger wouldn't know who he was anyway. He would be alright. No trouble, no trouble at all.
Connor placed his right fist on the partition and knocked against the metal. The rustles of the adjoining stall suddenly stopped. He had got the stranger's attention.
