Gay Erotic Stories

Around 7:15 pm I passed several empty cubes and dark offices, to get myself a cup of java. Heading back to my desk, I could feel the dead silence surrounding me.

Later the pressure was building up in my bladder, and I knew it was time to take a piss. When you enter the men’s room the overhead light is supposed to come on, but it did not. I could see a little in the dark, and unzipped my pants. I began to urinate when I heard a sigh coming from one of the stalls. I stood in silence for a second – hearing nothing – I finished my release. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands and started to leave. Still wondering what that “sigh” was, I let the door close and stood still in the dark bathroom.

Within a few minutes the sighing began again, along with the sound of someone jerking off. The sighing became more of light deep moans. I stood there holding my breath and knelt down to the floor to see if I could make out whose shoes were in the last stall. All I could make out was dark shoes with pants wrapped around the ankles.

“Oh yeah,” came from the closed stall. I could not make out who was there, yet squatting there with a semi-boner, I wanted to know. “Hmmm yeah”, came from the mysterious man – as you could tell the speed of his masturbation had become rapid. I could tell his legs were stretching out as if he was about ready to shoot his load. How was I going to get out of there without embarrassing myself or the stranger?

Just as I stood up - the door opened and two guys from the late night cleaning crew walked in. Without even saying a word to me they turned on the light, and entered with their cleaning cart. I took this as my cue to leave. Whew, I made it out to the hallway sporting a woody in my jeans. Even though I felt really bad for the mystery masturbator, I still wanted to know who he was.

I ran down to the end of the hall, and peered around the corner so I could see who was going to exit the restroom.

The door opened, and out walked the new security guard. He was tall – about 6’4 – dark hair, wearing a pressed white shirt, dark pants and dark shoes. He paused as if he was upset for being interrupted. He turned to walk away from me and I could see the nice “V” shape of his back, and his strong arms swaying in a “shucks” type of manner.

I followed him carefully to find out where he was headed. He made his way towards the company weight room. From around the corner I could hear him enter the shower room. I waited a few seconds to see if he was going to come back out, but he had not. I quietly pressed my ear to the door to see if there was anything to hear. I could make out the sound of a belt buckle jingle on the tile. When I heard the shower turn on, I slowly opened the locker door and entered. There was one light above the sinks, but the back of the room was dark. You could see the steam build up on the mirrors, and cloths lying on the bench. I reached down and lifted a pair of underwear. My cock was raging in my jeans and I could not help but sniff the pouch of his jocks. The smell of his sweaty ball sack was very exciting.

“Why not join me, and lock the door”, said the deep voice from the shower stall. I about jumped out of my skin when I realized I was being watched in the mirror behind me. He stood there naked in the shower with a smile on his face, and waving me towards him. I could see his large cock sticking straight out with two low hanging balls the size of walnuts.

I locked the door and began to undress. As I walked into the stall he grabbed my hands pressing them up to his chest. I could feel his heart beating through his hard, strong pectoral muscles. I let my fingers wonder over his strong hairless nipples. As he pulled our bodies together I felt his hard cock poke me in the gut and slide its way upwards along my smooth belly. His mouth met mine and his tongue fought its way between my lips. Our tongues wrestled, circling and mixing our saliva in and out of each others mouth. My hands were gripping his muscular back, as his were holding each side of my face – pivoting to the best position. He pushed me back into the spray of the water, and forcefully pushed me downwards. The head of his cock thumped against my chin, and then beat my left cheek. I wanted his large cock in my mouth, and so did he. His hips pulled back so I could get a grasp of his engorged mushroom head with my hungry lips. He held my head still while he pumped his thick pole in and out of my mouth. I could feel his balls swinging back and forth against my chin with each thrust.

I was disappointed when he withdrew himself from my oral cavity. He got down on his knees facing me and began to kiss me deeper than before. I could feel his tongue swell deep in my mouth. He began to turn me around while licking the side, then the back of my neck. Pushing me downwards onto all fours his licking slowly went down my spine. He did not stop until he was licking the lips of my asshole. The feel of his tongue was hot, as he pushed himself deep into my man pussy. He flicked his tongue in and out, which made my cock drip juice. His tongue left my ass. With my head hanging down I could see him grip his beer can of a cock behind me.

My ass lips opened up wide when the head of his cock kissed my opening. He held onto my hips and pulled me slowly back, entering me slightly and then pulling out. This guy was a pro; he knew how to get me ready for the size of his manhood. “Sniff this” he said as he held a small bottle of poppers underneath my nostrils. With a deep sniff my head began to spin and I felt him thrust his cock deep into my colon. He was stuffed up inside me in one mindless moment. Without the poppers, I don’t think I could have been filled like that, but he waved the poppers back underneath my nose. SNIFF

He began to thrust in and out hard, hands on my shoulders pulling me back against him with each thrust he made. I could hear the slap of his hips against my ass cheeks and the sway of his nuts against mine. His legs were spreading my knees further apart as he was pounding me to the ground. I was flat against the floor with this strong fuck punching up and down into my ass. My dick was hurting being smashed against the tile, and I tried to rise up a little. He grabbed my right leg and pulled it around placing it on his left shoulder. This spun me all the way around with his cock twisting right along inside me like a corkscrew. With both of my legs on his strong shoulders he shoved the poppers under my nose again. SNIFF

He was jerking back and forth so fast, pumping me across the tile backwards. His body raced up so he could penetrate me deeper with each bang. My hands were above my head holding on the bench behind me so I would not be slammed against the wall.

I let out a moan as I shot loads of cum up against his six-pack. He was not letting up; he kept right on pumping until with one great thrust he unloaded his heavy spunk deep into my anal canal. I could feel each violent spurt of semen coat my colon. The whole time he was not pumping out, but deeper in with quick lightening thrusts.

His body fell on top of mine, and out lips met once again…

The light came on and I realized I was still standing there at the urinal in the men’s room alone, holding my hard cock, finishing my piss. The door opened and two guys from the late night cleaning crew walked in. Without even saying a word to me they turned on the light, and entered with their cleaning cart. I took this as my cue to leave.

While walking back to my desk I passed the hunky security guard sitting at the front desk. He waved a gesture of hello, and I waved back.

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