Like any other college guy, I'm always horny and always ready to jerk off at the drop of a hat, or anything else for that matter. I still do it secretly without the knowledge of my roommates because I attend a very religious school and although I know that two of my roommates have jerked off in their lifetime, the other two are very strongly opposed to it (at least they say that.) So I'm always looking for new places to do it besides the shower or late at night after my roommate has fallen asleep.
The other day I found a new place. I had slept through a test last week and spent the rest of the day trying to set up a make-up exam. The day after the original test, my professor called and said if I wanted to take the test right then, I should go to his office. I got there as fast as I could since I was trying to not fail this thing and found his office after a few minutes of searching the building. His office was inside a room. The room was a lab, divided into three sections. From the doorway, you can only see the 2nd and 3rd part.
The 1st part of the room was off to the right and behind a freestanding wall. My prof greeted me and brought me a copy of the test. He said the best place to take it would be the desk in the 1st hidden area of the room. The only way to see the desk is to walk into the main room, turn right and go about 10 feet and the turn left and head into that area. He said I wouldn't be bothered here. He then said to take an hour and fifteen minutes and then put the exam under his door since he was leaving for a while and might not make it back in time. So he left and I began.
Now the whole day I kept getting my usual hard-on at the sight of anyone. As I sat there, halfway done with tons of time, I started fantasizing and slowly my dick grew and was straining for a bit of release. The bathroom, I thought, but realized that I couldn't leave my test just sitting there. So I start rubbing my dick through my khakis. Wearing a button down shirt, I slowly undid each button until I reach my pants.then I say, what the hell. My fingers move to my zipper and slowly pull it down as my bulge tries to push through the opening. Not being one for underwear, my dick easily finds it's way into the open air outside my pants. I was hornier than hell. There I was, stroking my cock, thinking that my prof could return at any moment.
Then the door opens. I freeze and wait. It's some guys working in the other half of the room. They talk while beginning their work and I get back to mine. The thought of other people just on the other side of a flimsy wall while I was stroking my meat was too much. I decided that if I was gonna do it I would finish it and getting more into it I push my pants to my ankles, leaving me bare-assed on the chair, dick in hand and test half done in front of me.
Speaking of in front of me, there was a window that ran the length of the room. It was about a foot high and at eye level when seated. I could see out, but all the students passing by could at least see my face and the expression on it. I'm sure they could figure it out if they wanted too. My stroking increased as I began thrusting my hips back and forth. I peeled the shirt off and threw it off somewhere. I was sweating now and stifling the moans inside me that were growing with each stroke of my hand. I felt the surge building in my cock and knew it was now or never.
I spun my chair around so that I was facing the room and not the desk and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. The Pope could have walked in and I wouldn't have stopped. Then I felt the wave of orgasm as the spasms run through me, my jism shooting from my cock for what seemed like hours. When it subsided, I sighed heavily and opened my eyes. My load was the biggest I'd ever squirted and lay there on the floor of my prof's lab in testimony to my efforts. I quickly dressed and found some paper towels to clean up with.
Twenty minutes later I slipped a finished test under his door, smiled at the now clean floor, and walked back to my dorm, where I locked the door to relive what just happened in the science building. That is one test I'll never forget and the only one I ever enjoyed taking. I still don't know what grade I got on it, but does it matter?
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