There are several unisex bathrooms on campus, three in a row in a corridor of the Business School, three in a row in the Art Building, two in a row in Social Sciences.
They're designed for the disabled who can't negotiate the m/f restrooms, but also used by:
Non-binary and transgender people who might not feel comfortable in the m/f restrooms.
Guys who are shy about pulling it out in front of other guys.
And anyone who dislikes the gunkiness of the toilets in the m/f restrooms after about ten hours worth of students have been parking their behinds on them.
No "occupied" indicators, like on airplanes. You just try the door. If it's locked from the inside, you move on.
That's a lot of buildup, but the payoff is worth it.
The other night I was walking through the Business School on the way back from the gym, and I decided to use one of the bank of unisex bathrooms. I chose the middle one for some reason. Symmetry, I suppose.
The doors are unexpectedly easy to open, and I had to go. I swung it wide.
Too old to be a student, probably in his 30s. Tall, pale skin, buzz cut. Wearing a gray business suit.
Except his pants were down or off. I saw his bare, hairy legs, his thighs, his crotch, and a long, thick uncut cock hanging down. About 4" soft.
I said "Excuse me" and swung the door shut again.
They don't slam. It took a second. He just stood there, motionless, staring.
Obviously he had not realized that the door was unlocked.
But one thing is bugging me: he was nowhere near the toilet. He was about three steps from the sink, facing away from it. Facing the door.
What was he doing?
Maybe he was an exhibitionist, waiting for someone to expose himself to, with the safety of claiming "I didn't know the door was unlocked."
Could he have been waiting for someone specific -- a bathroom hookup that I accidentally interrupted?
It beats shoving your cock under a toilet stall.
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