First experience? Nothing much happens in this story, yet I shot 3 feet.

I was maybe 18, at college, undergrad library, late night study room, it was packed with studying students. Needed to relieve myself, went to a bathroom, sat down in the middle stall of a tight row of 3 stalls, and a guy in the stall to my right. There was a strange little hole in the wall, just an inch or two, probably not enough to push a cock through. It was stuffed with toilet paper. I had never seen this before.

I looked closer. It wasn't perfectly stuffed; there was a tiny open space at the top. Through the tiny open space, I could barely see the guy.

There was an odd rhythmic movement in what I was seeing. I looked closer. It was his hand, moving back and forth slowly on what had to be his cock. I couldn't see his cock; only his hand moving over his leg. I couldn't believe my eyes, and stared several minutes. I was watching a guy jerk off! My own cock got rock hard, and I starting touching myself in horny sympathy. This whole time, other male students were in the restroom, walking in or out, using the urinals or the stall to my left; even pushing on my locked stall door.

Suddenly, the wad of toilet paper vanished! The guy had taken it away. Now I could see his average-size, diamond-hard cock sticking straight out from his hairy pubes. He wasn't touching his cock, just letting me see it and perhaps wondering how I would react. I could hear him breathing.

Soon his hand reached just under the stall, like he wanted me to touch his hand. This was too much. Instinctively grabbing my own cock, I shot as hard as I had ever shot before, the cum hitting the stall door three feet away from me. (I don't think I've ever shot that far again.) Now a bit frightened, I buttoned up, flushed the toilet and rushed out; slamming-open the door behind me and forgetting that I'd left my cum on it.

It's obvious that I could have made more happen. Far too many people were around for understall action; but I could have at least touched the guy's hand and waited to meet him outside. But, at the time, what happened was all that I could imagine happening and probably all that I could handle.

This was a time when well-raised, innocent young men knew little of gay sex, and the AIDS epidemic was at its scariest. There was little gay porn around, no internet, no online apps, no meeting guys for fun, no HIV tests or knowing how to prevent it. And hopefully, no grownup had ever molested you (which I still hope, for today's young people). There was only society's general disapproval of same-sex attraction - and unexpected gloryholes.

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