Gay Erotic Stories

Employees Only The following story is based on a real incident which occurred in my life as a gay man. If you are not wishing to read about intimacy between two men, please do not continue. Three months ago, I changed jobs and moved into an office complex where Jeremy worked. The first time I encountered Jeremy was as we passed (he exiting and me entering) a locked bathroom for "Employees Only" which the building we occupied in different businesses offered. We said "hi" and both of us looked back at the other as the door clicked shut. I found that my penis had reacted to his looks and look back and, as I pulled it out of my shorts, I felt my cock hardening. I had to piss too much to think that it was other than the need to relieve myself. I urinated easily, but could not shake the eye contact which seemed to linger as the door closed. and had to push my dick difficultly into my Jockeys when I had finished. The next day, I was having a cigarette outside my office and saw Jeremy (by the way I did not know his name, then) going into the office two doors down from mine. I uttered a "good morning" as he moved to unlock the office Jeremy occupied. He acknowledged my greeting, but pushed open the door and entered without other than a nod of his head. I was out again an hour later when Jeremy's door opened, he stepped out carrying a book, locked the door and started walking down the passageway toward my office door across from which I was smoking. He did not speak as he passed (my back was then to him), but I turned as he had passed me and said "hi." Jeremy paused, turned his head a fraction and returned the greeting without stopping. I was somewhat crushed, did the same to my cigarette in the receptacle which set outside my door and went inside thinking there was nothing to occur with Jeremy who I thought just might be a neighbor "buddy" from our first interaction at the restroom door. Let me digress and tell you what (besides the look back) attracted to me to Jeremy. Jeremy is age 37, 6' and about 190 pounds. He has black hair, blue eyes and a winning smile which initially had me thinking about him every time I shook my dick more than two or three times when I went to the restroom to relieve myself. I learned that he had a better than average size cock (but that came later). He came to work in two different cars which lead me to believe that he was a family man and not interested in becoming more than acquaintance working in the same building. I, however, did not see a ring on that finger on his left hand... He always dressed casually in polo shirts and slacks and even wore shorts on that first Friday after we "met." I was then further attracted to his hairy legs which I first viewed as he walked by me as I sat on some stairs where I sat drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette and reading a book. I remember he greeted me on that occasion and it was up to me to return the "hello." I did. He was again carrying what I was later to learn was reading material for his morning bowel movement which he ‘saved' for the complex restroom after Jeremy came to work of a morning. One day I went into the restroom and saw that the stall (a handicapped space) was closed as I walked to the urinal, unzipped my khakis, freed my cock and pissed. A fart escaped as I was completing my urination and I immediately said "oops, sorry" (for what reason I was unsure as I have often heard the same from stalls with no one saying the same to me). I was still standing with my cock out and pointed at the urinal when this voice I did recognize said "Not to worry. I have heard and smelled worse sitting here." I snickered and added "thanks" without a second thought. The conversation which followed was, at best, interesting; at most, erotic. "You need to use the stall?" came the voice from within the stall. "I don't think so," I said, adding "yet." From inside the stall I heard "Let me finish this paragraph and I will be out, in case." The small passageway which led to the urinal did not afford a look at the feet which belonged to the person with whom I was unfamiliarly communicating. I snickered, "Not to worry, man. I think that was all I needed. Read another chapter." "A man able to understand what a guy needs," came the voice between the walls that separated us as I stood giving my dick an unnecessary shake or two more. The toilet flushed as I put my dick inside my underwear, hit the urinal's flush and turned to walk to the double sinks across the room. I was still washing my hands when the door to the stall opened and out came Jeremy. "Hey," Jeremy said. "You're new around here, huh?" "Yep," I said as he walked up to the adjacent sink, set down the book he probably had been reading sitting on the toilet and began to wash his hands. "What are you reading?" Jeremy asked. "I would be reading the graffiti on the walls if maintenance wasn't so happy keeping this place so clean." "I see you reading outside with your cigarettes all the time" adding "not in here." "Oh," I responded. "I'm reading this new book by Robert Parker which he supposedly wrote for Helen Hunt to turn into a movie." "Really? You into mysteries, too?" Jeremy said. I had not seen his book, but he offered that he was reading Patricia Cornwell's "Point of Origin" and found it difficult to put down. My offer of some of my best reading occur on the toilet seemed to humor Jeremy and he added, "Well we share something in common despite the fact you seem to do a lot of reading sitting outside with your smoking. This restroom is my favorite. It is used by only a few, and I can come in here, sit back and enjoy both my shit and reading, too." As Jeremy and I finished washing our hands, went together toward the paper towel dispenser and disposal and dried our hands, Jeremy introduced himself. "Nice to meet you," I said as we shook dry hands. Two days later, Jeremy walked by as I was again sitting on the stair steps, drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette and reading. I was finished with Robert Parker and was reading the new novel by John Rechy and Jeremy asked, "What you reading, now?" My response, "Another novel." "About what?. Another mystery?" Jeremy asked. Somewhat reluctantly and because I had not read that much of the book, I said "Not sure." Jeremy took the book from my hand and studied the title and author's name. "Never heard of him. ‘Coming of the Night,'sounds exciting." "Yet to be seen," I responded. "What are you reading?" Jeremy said "‘Simple Justice.'You've read that?" John Morgan Wilson has been a favorite of mine since I read "Simple Justice" a few years ago. "I have read that and the last two since." "There are other ones about Justice?" Jeremy asked. "Yep." And I provided what I knew was the last one "Justice at Risk." I could not think of "Revision of Justice," at that time. "Interesting," came Jeremy's response. "How so?" "Are you gay?" "Yep, why?" It was three days later when I saw Jeremy again. My question from above had received no answer besides a "Nothing, see ya later" that Jeremy had offered as he had walked away from that exchange. Jeremy came up to me as I was (again) standing outside my office, smoking and, of course, reading. "I'm sorry, I forgot your name. I'm Jeremy." "Still John." "I finished ‘Simple Justice,'" he said. "What did you say was the other titles by the author?" Although I was wanting to tell him to ask whatever bookseller he used to look it up, I told him what the other titles were. I added that I was sorry I did not have the books to lend to him. "I found a section at Bookstar for John Rechy and picked up two of his books." He also flashed a copy of "Numbers" which he said he was now reading. "You reading that in the stall?" Jeremy laughed. "Hard putting it down." "Do you want to tell me how hard?" Jeremy responded, "Wanna see, John?" Yipes, he remembered my name! What should I offer. Jeremy was so attractive, but he was younger than I and not necessarily what I was seeking in a soul mate. And I was seeking that someone of similar age and interests with whom I might connect. "Sure!" I said. "Wanna follow me to the men's room?" "My break's over, but I think I could extend it a couple of minutes more. See you there in two. I need to let the boss know I am further delayed from doing nothing." My office had a back door which led into the area where the bathroom was located, and I told my boss and co-worker that nature called as I entered my office, put down my book and coffee cup and walked into the back. The boss said nothing. My excitement was evident to me, but I did not feel that it showed on my face as I unlocked the back door, exited and turned to lock it. A worker from another office was walking into the area, and I willed him to not walk toward the restroom where I knew Jeremy was waiting for me. I continued to follow this "intruder" as he approached the breeze way where the restrooms were located. Then I saw Jeremy standing outside. The man in front of me acknowledged Jeremy and went to the restroom door. "Better think twice about going in there," Jeremy said. "Someone appears to have nearly died in the stall." The guy smiled at Jeremy's comment, but unlocked the door and started to enter. He immediately stepped back out and said "I see what you mean." I caught the smell from just the opening of the door and then chuckled with the other guy. "Guess I will wait," the intruder said and turned to walk away. I was then standing next to Jeremy who I saw was holding his book at crotch level. "I guess I will have to wait, too," I said. "Too bad." "What's a little smell?" Jeremy said. "I was a little afraid that you would not follow me so I decided I would wait outside. I also was not sure I could recognize your shoes from someone else's and would have been very embarrassed calling your name to come into the stall if you could not follow me." "It's still a bit risky with us going in together as is. Someone else could enter." "There is another lock on the door which I have used before and I am not opposed to using again for the right purpose. Come." Although I had never seen the other lock, Jeremy pointed it out on the lower section of the door and clicked it as we walked together inside. The smell in the bathroom which had turned the other guy away and I thought I had sensed from outside was not bad. because there was, I recalled, a deodorizer that went into action by some means. By this time, Jeremy had walked up behind me and rubbed his crotch into the seat of my pants. I felt his hardness through the layers of fabric. Jeremy's hands came around me and began working on my belt, freeing the buckle and then loosening the strap. I pulled my polo shirt up and over my head as he appeared to tear at the button on the front of my khakis. Once my shirt was off, I caught our image in the mirror. Jeremy was looking from over my shoulder at the two of standing there as well. Jeremy had released my pants button and had lowered my zipper to below half mast. My trousers slipped down and fell to my shoes, leaving me staring at myself in the mirror in the boxer briefs which I had pulled from my underwear drawer earlier in the morning. Jeremy began rubbing the front of my shorts, occasionally moving one hand up above the waistband and onto my moderately hairy stomach before heading south again. "Your turn," I said as I took a step forward and turned to my right. Jeremy also took a step backward, pulled his shirt tail from his slacks and began unbuttoning his Hawaiian print. I reached from the buckle of his belt, but then slid my hand downward on his pants. His erection formed a bump there, and I rubbed it gently while he finished unbuttoning his shirt and then slipped it off his shoulders. His exposed chest and stomach, like mine, was covered with hair. Jeremy reached around me and laid his shirt on the lavatory. As he came back to his place in front of me, I continued to rub his pant front and he freed his belt. Jeremy moved my hand and then released his pant button and lowered his zipper, allowing his trousers to drop down and expose the top of his white Calvin Klein briefs (or was it boxer briefs?). "You had better get your pants off the floor," Jeremy said. I moved back again, reached down and pulled my pants off my shoes. Jeremy, too, removed his pants and we both laid them on the lavatory. We stood before one another in our underwear (his were briefs). "Nice basket." Jeremy stepped closer to me and ran his hand from my chest down over the waistband of my underwear onto my erection. I mimicked his action, but also moved my body down and away until I was crouched above the floor staring up at his body. "You want your shorts on or off?" Before Jeremy could provide an answer, I leaned forward, opened my mouth and latched onto the lower end of the tent formed. I could feel the Jeremy's balls and a pulsating vein which ran the length of his erection which I nudged upward in his shorts. "You OK up there?" "Feels nice." My soaking of the front of his briefs in spit continued, and Jeremy moved forward every few seconds to meet the pressure I was placing on his genitals. "Oh, yeah." Jeremy's upper body appeared to lean back and, when I looked up, his head had disappeared from my line of sight. As I adjusted myself from the crouch and elevated a few inches, I saw that his cockhead had worked up and outside the waistband of his underwear. I readjusted my position, moved up to where the head was and licked at it. "Man, I gotta get up a minute. Nice cock." I stood, but continued to bend down to envelop the top of his dick. Jeremy placed one of his hands on my naked back and the other into the waistband of his briefs; that latter hand pulling down the elastic to expose a few inches more of his erection. I lowered my mouth down his shaft and from the other side than that which he was holding pulled his shorts further lower with one of my hands. My other hand moved up Jeremy's thigh and onto his ballsac while continued inching my mouth down and around his cock. Jeremy moved his hand which had pulled down his briefs and placed it on top of my head. His other hand continued to rub up and down my back. The hand on my head rubbed, but was not pressing me lower. I had my nose edging into the sculptured patch of black pubic hair which seemed to arise in an inverted V-shape from the top of Jeremy shaft for a couple of inches. My eyes saw where Jeremy had been shaved on one side of his prick. I placed the hand that had been caressing Jeremy's balls up to that area and felt the stubble. My mouth remained open and covering much of the erect shaft. Jeremy eased back as I started to raise my head and my mouth slowly came off his cock. I had left a lot of saliva on his cock (and shorts) and had taken his erection in my hand as I stood up, sliding it up and down. Jeremy stood with his arm around me and one of his hands continuing to rub my lower. He placed his other hand under his ballsac and appeared to squeeze it with his fingers. "I'm gonna cum any minute now," Jeremy said, his voice coming in what sounded like "huffs." Not wanting to let the taste of his semen spill onto the floor, I again lowered myself into a crouch in front of him. I continued to masturbate his dick with the wetness and also placed my mouth again over the head of his dick. With my other hand, I reached for my own cock. I found enough precum which had been oozing from my dickhead to lubricate my dick and began moving my hand up and down on my shaft. Jeremy was tensing and soon let out an "ahh." I felt Jeremy shooting his sperm into my mouth and began collecting that I could not swallow below my tongue as I continued to hold his cockhead in my pursed lips. Jeremy lowered his hands onto the top of my head and ever so slightly bucked a short distance with his hips. His cockhead met the top of my mouth and coated it with the last of his semen. I again tried to stand from the uncomfortableness of my crouching while holding his dribbling erection in my mouth. Jeremy reached under one of my arms and helped left me to a standing, but bent-over position in front of him. The hand down the front of my underwear continued to rub my own dick and I sensed that I would also be cumming in a few seconds. I let go of Jeremy's cock with my mouth and stood straight up. Jeremy reached inside my underwear and grabbed my balls. He gently squeezed them with his fingers while I was making slower, harder jerks on my own cock. Although I could hear my breath catch as my semen erupted from my piss slit, I was otherwise quiet. The first spray went over Jeremy's wrist which was down the front of my underwear with his hand and working fingers. I lowered my cock to make the second shot fill the crotch of my boxerbriefs. I continued to spurt two or three more times before Jeremy released his hold on my balls and pulled his hand free. "Shit, John. Where have you been? That was wild." He then brought his wrist up to his mouth and tongued off my semen. Jeremy seemed to savor the taste and then moved back down to lick the remaining semen form his wrist and where it had fell onto his hand. I continued to gulp down my throat that which Jeremy had deposited inside my mouth. Jeremy placed his hands on my chest and reached in with his mouth toward mine. We met faces and each of us slipped his tongue into the mouth of the other. Jeremy's hands found my tender nipples and tweaked them, but stopped when I went "huhhuh" inside his mouth. I reached down and placed my hand over the length of his deflating penis. Jeremy came back with his head away from mine and said, "Stop, it's too sensitive after I cum." "That's what happened to my tits." We both laughed and stepped back from the other. Both Jeremy and I let our eyes fall down the other's body. Jeremy naked except for his briefs across the tops of his thighs and me in my cum-stained boxerbriefs; we both also wore socks. "What a sight. Thank God for knowing about the other lock." "I wonder if anyone has tried to get in here," Jeremy then said. "I didn't hear a key or any rattling, but I was also otherwise occupied. Did you hear anything." "Nope. But we better get going." Jeremy pulled up his briefs and then reached inside to adjust his cock. I reached for my pants from atop the lavatory and stepped into them. "It was good I pulled on the darker slacks this morning," I laughed. Jeremy's slacks were khaki and saw him check the front of his Calvins for any telltale wetness from my previous sucking. "I think I am dry enough not to show where you were chewing my shorts." My hand reached for and felt the material of his briefs. "No pretty dry by this time." "They won't be if you do that again. I gotta piss and get back to work." Jeremy pulled on and began buttoning his shirt while I slipped my polo over my head. He then walked over to the urinal as I stepped into my loafers. "I can't piss. You got me started getting hard again." "If you can hold it, I will take you home for lunch. Say in a half an hour. I am going into to tell Amanda that I am needing the rest of the day off because of something I ate." "You thirsty, too." The question was unexpected, but my response of "maybe" was quick. Jeremy turned from the urinal. "Maybe we would both like a little more. I am not sure about lunch, but give me your number and I will see if I can meet you later. You won't be in trouble for leaving early?" "No. I think Amanda and Lilian will be grateful I am leaving with all the time I have spent here in the restroom. I hope you can call and then come over." Jeremy tore a page from the paperback he was then reading and handed me a pen which he took from a pants pocket. I jotted down my telephone number and address and handed the page and pen back to him. "Close by, hmmm." Jeremy moved to the door, clicked open the bottom lock and pulled the handle which released and opened the door. He looked back where I was standing at the lavatory and then walked out. I washed my hands, tore off a towel and started toward the door when it was opened from outside and another complex employ walked into the restroom. I acknowledged him with a "hi" before tossing the paper towel in the receptacle and walked out. Jeremy had disappeared from the area. I guessed no one suspected anything from our time together in the restroom. My departure home was brief and accepted although I pulled my laptop from the drawer and told Amanda I would do some work at home if I was feeling up to it. I walked by Jeremy's office to my car, but I could not see in the shaded windows to see if he might have noticed me. Jeremy's car remained in the spot where I had earlier seen him park. On the drive home, I thought about what we had done. I did not know anything about him (or him about me). I somehow doubted that he would make the lunch date, but wondered if he would again seek me out for some restroom time in the future. It might be hard for me to see him all the time and not have the opportunity to be sexual with him again. I arrived home and removed my clothes. My boxer briefs were still slightly wet and the cum that had dried flaked off my pubic hair and penis when I pulled off my shorts and threw them into the hamper. I pulled out a pair of sweat shorts and put them on. I also removed my polo shirt, socks and put them in the hamper. I needed to piss, but decided I would hold it to see if Jeremy was really open to his intimation about "thirst." I have tried water sports with a coupe of others and found it exciting, but they were with guys who displayed yellow hankies and invited that from the get-go. Thinking of doing something like that with Jeremy caused me to start becoming hard. I thought about his dick: it was probably 6 ½" when hard and thick enough to make making a fist around it difficult. I wondered, too, about the pubic hair shaving. I did not remember is his balls had also be shaved, but was hopeful I would get the chance to feel them again... soon. As I moved into my bedroom, I saw that the message light on my telephone reflected that someone had called. Maybe Jeremy? And then again, maybe Amanda. I picked up the receiver and entered the numbers that togther with the telephone company had allowed others to talk to me when I was on the computer or away from home. "John," it was Jeremy and that followed. "It's me Jeremy. I think I can be there around noon. Make sure the lock on the bathroom works." He did not leave a return number, and, although I knew the name of his company and could get it from directory assistance, I determined not to try and call to see if he was really coming. I felt another twinge in my genitals as I put down the receiver. Telecommuting is a nice work benefit. Although I was also feigning illness, the fact that I could accomplish work from home allowed occupation while I awaited Jeremy's arrival. Thanks, too, to modems on laptops supplied by the company, I did not have to "mess up" my home PC with work, but could work online. Amanda was not a strict manager and knew that I worked better at home than in the office. With Jeremy close by, I was always in and out of the office to have a cigarette while reading a novel in the hope I would get a glance at him throughout the day. I signed into the system and was completing a report when I heard the doorbell. I was still only dressed in the gym shorts I had put on after discarding what I had worn that morning to work in the bathroom closet. Before answering the knock, I quickly slipped back into the bedroom from the den and pulled on a t-shirt. I moved quickly to the door and opened it without checking the peephole. Jeremy was outside the door and appeared to looking around the neighborhood. "It's all right, man. Three out of four of those living on this block are gay. Come on in and welcome." Jeremy continued to look uncomfortable. My home is in a fairly established, older neighborhood with high property values which is adjacent to what people call "uptown." I thought Jeremy could be afraid of encountering someone who might know more about him than I. Was he married with family or stepping out on a male lover? My inclination was the latter because he felt so "gay" when we initiated our coming (cumming?) together this morning. "Jeremy, what's wrong? If you don't think you want to do this just let me know. I will be disappointed, but not devastated. It is not your worry how I might feel, but you are looking very uneasy about something." "It's not you, John, and ‘yes' I want to continue where we left off. But... " "Hey, it's all right. If you need to leave, go." "Here's the problem," Jeremy said. A good friend lives two blocks over and, when I was driving over here, I went by his house and he was outside. I drove by and pretended I did not see him, but I think I saw him walk to the end of his block and he saw me turn onto your street. I think he might have been following me." "Look Jeremy, leave. It will make you feel better, and like I said I will be all right. That is as soon as I get rid of this piss hard-on from holding it so long." "Do you have a garage where I can pull the car in and shut the door? I think I want to taste of that hard-on." "No, I don't. You are as horny as I am, but you would not be enjoying anything with the way you are acting. I think it would be best if you got in your car, drove back from where you just came, stop and say "hi" to your friend. If you want to come back here after you are more than welcome, but I will have unloaded my bladder by then. I wish you would go, and come back when you are more comfortable with the situation. If it is next year, so be it." "Thanks for being so understanding, John. As far as work is concerned, I am in the field for the rest of the day. Stopping by to see Guy and then coming back here will be best." Jeremy turned and walked back to his car. He sat at the curb while I stood in the doorway. If his friend came by now, I was sure that Jeremy would never be comfortable coming here again. I again had no idea what kind of business in which Jeremy was involved. He never appeared to be a "field worker," like a salesman as I had watched his comings and going from my office window. He was there most everyday, all day and went to the bathroom every morning to sit on the can and read. I was now imaging that some of his reading there may have ended pulling off the rod I had sucked earlier. I then watched as Jeremy drove away. Ten minutes later, the doorbell again rang. I had not taken the time to go into the bathroom to relieve myself, but the feeling of pain I had indicated to Jeremy earlier was more in my mind than further down my body. I opened the door and Jeremy brushed by me and into the foyer. "Close the door, please," he asked. I like politeness and responded both closing and locking the door. Jeremy sighed. "What happened?" "Well, I flipped a U down your block and retraced my earlier drive. Guy had not gone far down his own block from where I had seen him. I went back to his place and found him outside. I told him I had gone to see a customer who was not at home. I was late getting there from work and had made the turn down his street from routine, was looking for the other guy's number and had driven right by him without thinking. I told him I had also seen him in my rearview walking out to the street as if I was ignoring him. He was happy I stopped by to let him know because he was thinking I was doing just that. Thanks, again, John." He moved across the foyer to me and then pulled me to him in a bear hug. He held me close to him for a couple of minutes, and I felt his pounding heart settle to a murmur against my own. "I don't even know you, but you are very aware of my needs and have already given me a lot of what I have needed." "And, so far, you to me although I was thinking I would not be seeing intimately again when you were sitting there at the curb not knowing what to do about me or Guy. Can I ask who Guy is or is that none of my business? You do not have to answer, but my mind is a question mark about you now. All the nice things you have said about me makes me want to know you better and for a long time." "Do you mind if I use your bathroom first? I will tell you what you want to know after that. I have been waiting since I last saw you. Want to join me?" "Let me show you the way." The master bath is through my bedroom, and I went toward it because of its roominess with Jeremy in my wake. "Nice place," Jeremy said as I moved down the hallway leading into my bedroom. "Wow." This came from Jeremy as we stepped into the bedroom. We moved on into the bathroom. to be continued...