Solo Horny at College

The car was always a good place for privacy. But I don't like to be distracted by driving when I'm having me-time. And it can be quite..messy at the end, and I have no desire to do that deep of a cleaning of my car interior! So sometimes before class while sitting in the car, I'd unzip my jeans and slip my cock out about halfway, gently touching the upper half. Sometimes people would walk by, but they couldn't really see anything, just my face, making it that more exciting. I'd work myself up to a good bit of precum, but then calm down (and let my hard on calm down) and make my way to class.

Sometimes to force myself to study, I'd go to the library. Well, the upper levels didn't have many people. Sometimes while studying I'd slip my hand into my jeans or shorts and feel my rock hard erection. Sometimes I'd open the zipper and expose just the tip to play with. I got braver and sometimes would do this is areas with more people. Many times I'd get myself worked up like this but then would have to go to class. Luckily I knew of a bathroom that never had many people in it, yet close to my class. I'd be so worked up that I'd go to that bathroom, stand at a urinal, and stroke my hard cock like a madman. It wouldn't take long. As I mentioned, I'm quite a shooter, so shooting at the urinal (or sometimes in the stall at the toilet) made for an easy clean up.

But back to the library: I discovered private study rooms on the top floor. They were small rooms with a few chairs and a table. I entered and closed the door, which had a small window. I sat in the room so I could see through the window in the door if someone was walking that way. I pulled by shorts and underwear to my feet, sat in that chair, and stroked away. I was prepared with some paper towels from the nearby bathroom. My cock was wet with precum just in anticipation of it. It was hot seeing my hard dick under the fluorescent light of the study room. I stroked fast, the precum proving the perfect amount of lube, trying to muffle the sound of the pleasure I was feeing. I've never been one to try to shoot into a sock or anything; I like to watch it fly everywhere. But as the overwhelming urge to shoot came, I tried to keep it in my paper towels. Some got on the chair, some dripped on the floor. I had to take a few seconds to collect myself, pull my shorts and underwear back up, and make my way to the bathroom to dispose of my incriminating wad of paper towels. I saw someone else in a study room further down. I don't know if he or she saw or heard me...or what they were doing in there, for that matter...