College for me has not been all fun and games, fucking and sucking. Every now and then, I have to settle down to some serious schoolwork. As I am basically the center of attention on my hall, I rarely get anything done in my room. As such, I have been known to haunt the college's library from time to time.

On one such night, I had been at my desk in the stacks somewhere for about two hours, when the urge to piss overtook me and would not allow me to concentrate. I'm not terribly fond of public bathrooms on this campus; for some reason they are always dark and seldom cleaned. I had never actually been in any of the bathrooms in the library, but had to go so badly I would have peed in a can if I had one.

Bucking up my courage, I put my book down and headed off in search of the bathroom. It was in the center core of the building where the elevators were, and I was surprised, upon entering, at the overall brightness and cleanliness of it. Don't get me wrong, now-- I wasn't about to eat off the floor, but I felt more than satisfied that germs flying through the air would not land on me and turn me into The Fly.

I appeared to be alone, and went into a stall. I hurriedly unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and began pouring forth the torrential rains that I knew were lodged within my bladder. As I stood there, I realized that other bodily functions were required as well. I undid my pants and turned around and sat down and went to work. As I sat there, I began to notice the graffiti on the walls of the stall. "For a really good time call...", "I suck big cocks only if you call...","I need to get off bad...", and one that caught my eye especially: "I am new to cocksucking and need practice. Will be here at 9:00 pm on the 17th. Tap your foot if you want service."

I looked at my watch and realized it was one minute until 9:00 on the appointed date. Just as I was marveling at the boldness of this invitation, the outer door to the bathroom opened and someone came in and took the stall to my right. I heard jeans unzipping and a little shuffling around, but did not hear any of the typical sounds of someone using the bathroom for its intended purpose. This was getting interesting.

The person next to me began making "obvious noises" and so I stuck my foot under the partition and tapped it a couple of times on the floor. He pushed my foot back to my side and a piece of paper came floating down from over the partition. I unfolded it and it said, "Throw this back if you are interested in some serious head, and do not move from where you are right now."

The mystery and intrigue levels here were starting to get me excited and my cock reacted appropriately. I threw the piece of paper back over the partition and waited, my cock throbbing in my lap. I couldn't resist giving it a couple of strokes as I waited for the mystery man's next actions. I was completely unprepared for what happened next. As I sat there, the front of the large institutional toilet paper roll holder opened to reveal my mystery man's side of the stall.