Gay Erotic Stories

Feeling a cramping pressure in my bowels, I knew I had to make a pit stop. There are several washrooms in the mall but by far the closest cleanest one is across the street at the hotel. So I quickly headed there. If I had waited too long, I’d have had to trot!

There are about six or seven stalls along one wall in this washroom. I picked one about midway, rushed in and closed the door. Dropping my pants and underwear, my bum had hardly hit the toilet, when plop, my bowels moved. What a relief. I had just finished cleaning my butt and was just starting to pull up my pants and underwear when I heard the door open. I stopped and stayed on the toilet for a moment.

The guy picked the stall beside me on my right. Hmmmm, I thought. This might get interesting! Under the partition I could see his pants drop on top of his shoes as he settled down. Then his left shoe rose and fell. Then he repeated it. I lifted my right foot and lowered it.

I heard a smooching kissing sound. I took this to mean he wanted oral sex. I waggled my foot to indicate no! I reached my right hand down below the partition and wriggled my fingers. If he didn’t want a hand job, so be it, I’d take off. No harm, no foul.

His knees dropped onto the floor and moved below the partition into my stall. His cock and balls were clean shaven. His soft uncut cock was about three inches long and average thickness.

I started by reaching under his cock and fondling his balls. I rolled them around in my hand and very gently squeezed them, individually and together. Then I went after his cock. I fisted it and moved my hand back and forth. His knob was wet and slippery and his foreskin moved over his glans freely. He was getting hard with my ministrations.

I grabbed a handful of toilet paper with my left hand. When he ejaculated, I wanted to catch it with the paper rather than get it all over my shoes, pants and floor.

Just then the door opened. My neighbour’s cock was pulled out of my hand and he immediately arose to settle back on the seat. I could hear the guy pissing mightily into a urinal. It sounded like a heavy stream, I wondered if he had a big horse cock! Peaking through the space between the door jam and the door, I could only see the back of him. Little short guy. He pissed like a big guy though!

When he’d finished, and he didn’t wash his hands, my neighbor dropped down again. He was no longer half hard so I started all over again. I didn’t mind, it was all fun for me.

His knob had lost some of its wetness. I gobbed up some saliva and retracting his foreskin fully, I spat it onto his bare cock head. Now his foreskin once again moved readily back and forth over his glans. He had a fairly pronounced ridge and his cock head had grown and darkened to a dark purplish color.

The sight and feel of his cock and balls was giving me a warm fuzzy feeling in my own cock and it had arisen. But, in my position crouched down like I was, sadly I could not wrap my left hand around it and stroke it too. It was full of toilet paper anyway!

My neighbor was fully hard by now. His cock was about five and half inches long and a very nice girthy handful. I didn’t want to neglect those nuts of his so I reached under his cock again and scratched and fondled them for a moment. He appreciated it as I heard him sigh with pleasure. His nut sack had tightened up against his body so I was not able to roll his nuts around in their sack. Still I was able to squeeze and caress them to his liking………………. and mine!

Wrapping my fingers around his cock again, I renewed my back and forth jerking. His cock felt super hard yet soft to handle. I gobbed again on his cock head to wet it more.

I heard him murmur something and getting the impression that he might be close, I tightened my grip a bit and started jerking him faster. His breathing was intensifying and his knees were shaking and his hips were moving as much as possible under the partition. My hand increased speed again and then I heard a grunt. I placed my left hand holding the toilet paper under and over his cock head as I jerked and it was flooded with his cum. The paper couldn’t handle it all and some fell on the floor. Lovely creamy cum!

I continued to stroke him gently until his cock softened and he withdrew and settled back on the toilet.

I whispered, “Thanks for that.”

He replied, “Thank you.”

After drying my hands with more toilet paper, I pulled up my pants and shorts, flushed, washed my hands and left. I got out before he did or maybe he waited until I left, thus maintaining our anonymity.