Bert

You hear Bert's voice, "...me some bullshit about treating girls with respect. I wanted to turn her over and fuck that dress right off her."

Al, Bert's best friend, answers, "I'd do that anyway. She is fucking hot!"

Simon pushes into the stall and closes the door behind him.

You hiss a whisper, "What the fuck are you doing, Simon?"

He hisses back, "Saving your ass; he won't come into a stall if there's someone using it; now, shift back and be quiet."

You shift back so you're on the edge of the seat; Simon opens his fly and takes out his chocolate-brown dick. Before you can react he starts peeing into the toilet, the stream making plenty of noise as it hits the water in the bowl. You can't help but notice that his member is pretty big even when flaccid; no wonder Liv likes to keep him around.

He's deliberately taking his time; you can sort of hear Bert going and finishing, then washing his hands.

There's a bang on the stall door and Bert's voice, "What'd you do, drink lake Michigan?"

"Bug off, it's not my fault I have bladder capacity."

"Whatever. Anyways, Al, what say we find a girl and take..."

The door closes. Simon finishes urinating and steps forward. He leaves the stall without putting it back in, and on the way he deftly grabs your gown.

"Hey!"

"Just a second." You hear the sound of the door locking. "Okay, you can come out now."

"Why would I come out?"

"So you can clean yourself up. Fingering yourself in the boy's room can get messy."

"I wasn't fingering myself, I was..."

You realize that without the evidence of the mini-vibrator your story just sounds stupid.

"...yeah, you're right. I'd better clean myself."

When you come out he's standing by the sink using some of that foamy soap on his dick.

"Why are you doing that?"

"In these bathrooms? You have to ask?"

"Good point." Since he's giving a show you can too. You put some of the antibacterial foam on your hand and start rubbing your snatch. Then you pull off a paper towel, dampen it, and start cleaning your leg and... other wet spots.

He's standing taller now, or at least his dick is; like, nine inches tall and an inch and a half across. His veins show up as a spiderweb of sensuous dark lines.

"Liv is one lucky girl."

"You know Olivia and I are just fuckbuddies, right? This guy is happy to explore."