Understall Ch. 01

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.

Connor swallowed. He knelt down and slowly put his hand through the gap under the partition. A few seconds passed. His fingers felt numb. The next stall was dead quiet. Connor held his breath. He thought about storming out and running back to class as if nothing happened. Please, please, please - he found himself begging. His eyes were fixed on the space under the partition.

Connor heard rustles from the adjoining stall. The stranger's shadow shifted on the tiles. He felt fingers grazing against his hand and then gripping it. The stranger's hand was smooth, except for some calluses on the thumb and index fingers. His hand traveled further into the other stall, and as his wrist made it through, he felt the stranger's cock. Fuck. There it was. Connor felt the warm member nestled in his hand. He gripped the stranger's cock, feeling the sticky saliva on his fingers. It felt thicker than his own. Connor took a breath. OK, here we go. His hand moved up and down the meaty shaft. The stranger let out a breath - had he been holding that in? Damn, it was pretty long. As his fingers reached the base, he felt the head grazing against his wrist. Connor felt no curves - the stranger's cock aimed straight forward like a tank's gun.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," a moan came from the adjoining stall. The stranger breathed faster and faster. Connor licked his lips, and tried to keep his own breaths as quiet as possible. His own cock was impossibly hard. Connor moved his hand towards the stranger's cock head. He was oozing pre-cum, too. Connor smeared the sticky liquid with his fingers and continued to jerk the stranger off. "Arghhh," the stranger groaned. Connor gained momentum, feeling the slick pre-cum coat the shaft. Every so often, Connor's fingers grazed against the thick bush at the base of the stranger's cock and the skin of his ballsack. He rested his forehead against the cool metal of the partition. His mind was blank. All he could think about was getting the stranger off.

"Ahhhh fuck," the stranger's moans seemed to echo in the bathroom, "I'm gonna... Mmmmmmph." Connor had barely registered the words when the stranger's cock started pulsing in his hand. Cum spurted out onto his hand and wrist. The stranger grunted. Connor looked down. A few drops landed on the tiles under the gap. Connor released his grip and pulled his arm back. His eyes widened at the sight of his hand and wrist, where streaks of milky white seed stuck to his skin in a slimy mess. He could hear the stranger breathing heavily on the other side of the partition. Connor inhaled sharply.

Shit.

Connor sprang up on his feet and knocked the stall door wide open. He rushed to the sink and slapped the faucet handle. He rubbed his hands together under the pouring water. He looked up and stared at himself in the mirror. He just did that. Oh shit, he really just did that. He just jerked off a stranger under the stall. Connor shook his head and turned the water off. He turned to the exit, punched the Purell dispenser on his way out, and swung the bathroom door open.

Connor stepped outside into the empty hallway. Everything was quiet, unaware of the tryst he had just had in the bathroom. Connor rubbed the sanitizer all over his fingers. Shit, how long had it been? He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. Seven minutes? He let out a relieved sigh. Mrs. Davis wasn't strict with these things anyway. He turned left and started walking back to class. Nothing happened. Nothing at all.

As Connor turned the corner, another crazy idea popped into his mind. He stopped in his tracks. Fuck, what was with him and these crazy ideas today? He looked around. There was no one in sight.

Then Connor heard the bathroom door swivel open. Shit. It was now or never. Connor took a deep breath, turned around, and started walking.

"Connor," he heard a voice as he turned that same corner.

It took a second for Connor to register the face before him. What the fuck?

"Mr. Meyer." Connor quickly turned his agape mouth into a smile. Act normal.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Mr. Meyer raised his eyebrows. Connor noticed the gleam of sweat on his forehead.

"Oh yeah," Connor reached into the pocket on his shirt and pulled out the slip Mrs. Davis had written, "I'm just going to the bathroom." He held the piece of paper forward.

Mr. Meyer glanced at the slip and smiled. "Ah, all good then. See you around, Connor." The man stepped forward and gave Connor a pat on the shoulder before walking away.

Connor stood like a statue.

He had just jerked a teacher off.

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Author's Note: My first(ish) story. Hope you guys enjoyed it!