Gay Erotic Stories

In lower Manhattan, I enjoyed spending all of my time in the large stores and buildings that had those usually clean restrooms. One hotspot was Macy's at Herald Square. It was very rare for me not to have my chance with at least one person during a visit to that place, so I went there quite frequently.

One day, I went up to the 4th floor men's room and I approached one of the stalls in the back. There are two rows of stalls, and it's easier to secretly have sex with someone because the doors reach all the way down just a few inches above the floor. I tried to pull the door open, but there seemed to be someone in there, as well as all the other stalls. I then heard a toilet flush and the man in my favorite stall unlocked the door and went to wash his hands. Even though he didn't pay all too much attention to me, he totally turned me on. One heck of a Puerto Rican cutie. I assumed he had a girlfriend, because he looked like the type who'd go around as some player. But I was quite shocked! When I stepped into the stall and closed the door behind me, I viewed the toilet seat and there was a whole lake of cum on there. It seems that I was fooled, that guy really was gay, and right away that made my dick spring to life. And better yet, not only was this guy's lovely cum all over the seat, but also splattered around the base of it, on the floor. I highly doubt anyone else was in that stall with him before I showed up, and that means he had a hell of a load in his cannon. Seeing all of this, I nearly came without even at least unzipping my pants. But anyway; I decided to clean that up for him as he left, so that I could use the stall myself.

About 3 minutes after I got comfortable, I decided to look through the gap between the marble wall and the door to see if anyone was at the urinals. The urinals all stood directly in front of the stalls. And the spot at the last urinal was always the best place to turn and view anything going on inside my favorite last stall. Just about every guy who was interested seemed to know about this spot, for some reason. So as I look out, I find this cute Asian kid who seemed to be about 17 wearing some torn jeans, a loose black tank-top, some beige Timberland boots and a red and white bandana that was partially stuffed inside one of the rear pockets to his jeans. At first, I really thought he was just there to take a piss, just the same as most young Asian guys who step foot in the Macy's restrooms. I'm always disappointed whenever they leave, hoping they would stay and maybe have some fun with me.

But then, I take a better look and I notice one of his thick arms moving back and forth, and always repeating the same motion. I nearly freaked, knowing exactly what he was up to, and I also came close to a heart attack when I saw his head turn around, searching for my shadow which appeared right underneath the door to my stall. I started to stroke myself and make sure that my shadow displayed the same thing so that it would make him even more curious. It worked very well, too! He zipped up his fly and checked to make sure no one else was around to question what he was doing. Seeing him come closer, I whipped my hand to the door and snapped the lock off so that he could open the door and join me. And that's exactly what he did. Now it was only myself and this Asian dream of a street punk inside this tiny little marble stall. He walked past me and I closed the door, locking it behind him.

Before I could at least turn around, he was already examining me. I saw his eyes moving slowly from my sneakers, all the way up to my eyes. I almost dropped onto the floor, being so nervous that this guy was interested in everything he saw!! And since I bothered to let him in, he already knew I was very much interested in him! He then took off his tank top and threw it to the side. My willpower fought hard against my temptation to just throw my hands onto his smooth, yellow skin and his cute little nipples.

Instead, I moved my hands up to my shirt to unbutton it and strip for him. But before I could finish with the first button, he grabbed both of my hands and kissed around my neck. Then he whispered into my ear, "Let me help you undress". My anxious little friend was already exposed through the fly of my baggy jeans, standing at attention, just waiting for this stud to play with it. As he got in closer to take off my shirt, I noticed that he was about two inches taller than myself, and when I felt along his arms, the feeling in my nerves was so firm and solid. I couldn't believe this guy was mine, for the time being.

He threw my shirt over and on top of his and rotated our bodies away from the door and against the wall. I've done this stuff plenty of times and I was so extremely use to it, but this kid was so amazingly cute, I went completely shy, with the exception of letting him into the stall with me. He then unbuttoned the top part of my jeans and slid them down to my ankles. Kneeling before me, he looked up to see my prick directly in front of his face. He then slipped it back through the fly of my boxer-briefs and slid those down as well. I was now standing nude in front of him. He stood up, sliding the palm of his hand up my nut sack and up my shaft. Then he moved the same hand up to my chest, and played around with my nipples. It felt so good the way he rubbed and pinched them, then leaned in, sucking on each of those hardening nipples. All I could do is moan, but I made it faint, so that no one else in the restroom could hear. It would be hard to hear it, anyway, since there was a large fan generating a lot of noise.

He then stood up and pulled down his torn jeans and kept up his boxers. They made him look so adorable with the heart designs scattered all over them. I decided to take part in this activity, myself, now. So I reach into the fly of his loose boxers and freed his long, thick member. It got harder by the second, while it was in my hand. I gently pulled around on it, jerking him off, just a little to make the time go by less as quickly. He made this horny little smirk and pressed his hands against the wall to support his body as he leaned over and softly kissed my lips. He felt so nice and warm, I wished so badly that I could go to bed with him and snuggle all night long. But I kept that out of my head so that it wouldn't break my mood. I returned his kiss, but upped the level a bit. We kept doing this for a little while and eventually our tongues were doing the tango! His lips still locked with mine, he moved his arms around my body and pulled me hard onto himself. Our mouths, our chests, our stomachs, our cocks were all making close friends. To make it even tighter, I joined him in his warm hug, pulling him towards me.

I reached around and into his boxers and felt along his smooth ass. In return, he took his index finger and sucked on it, then moved down to my asshole and fingered me. I winced a little, not exactly ready to be fucked, but eventually, I got use to it, and he seemed to be having fun inside me. I got pretty relaxed being around him, after a while, but I was still too shy to take the lead. I'm positive he noticed and so he released his hug and pointed to the toilet. I understood what he wanted and I moved over to lounge on the seat. He knelt down a little, leaning in towards me and whispered into my ear again, this time saying, "Just relax...lean back. I want you to enjoy this." I couldn't help but smile ever so shyly to him. He gently pecked my lips with his own, then slithered down to my waiting rod. I couldn't believe it. He was actually willing to taste me. He was so cute, to me anyways, that it made me feel so rotten compared to him, even though he did dress as a street punk and I didn't.

I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. I know I really wanted to watch him suck my cock, but that would have made me come close to orgasm too quickly. I wanted this time with him to last. It would probably be the first and last time I'd ever see him. Very soon, I felt a soft, very gentle touch upon my nutsack. He obviously didn't want this to end, either, so he starting small by playing with my balls using his tongue. Eventually, he worked his way up to the base of my shaft, still just his tongue did all the work, and it was definitely doing an excellent job. After a moment, he moved his hand up and slowly started beating on my pole. This time, I gave in to my temptation and opened my eyes, so I could watch the show. He noticed my movement and looked up to me with such a boyish, innocent smile. His eyes had such a great impact with the effect of his smile, and his hair - mixed between black and dark brown, unorganized streaks; the way it fell straight down into his face - he looked so incredibly innocent, no matter what. Sex is so dirty, but hot. And to me, it's an act not fit for someone so innocent, but this guy's looks were so deceiving, it was even more of a turn on.

After about a minute or so, he stopped pumping on my pole and smoothly popped it into his mouth. My cockhead slipped so nicely past his soft lips. He then took in the rest of my 6 1/2 inches and steadily moved up and down. Even though my eyes were open, now, he still magically threw me into another world. It felt like eternity was passing by, but I woke up within the same minute. To appear a little more as rough as he did, I decided to use a little force and push his head closer to me, fucking his face, making him deep throat me.

He apparently liked this coming from me, and bopped his head back and forth, even faster. It made him so hot that he decided to play with himself while sucking me. I could feel his tongue constantly examining every side of my shaft with such a high amount of curiosity. And while one of his hands was busy jerking off his dick, the other started to copycat his tongue, smoothly running all over my chest, then over and down one of my arms. He then slid his fingers softly into the palm of my hand and I held his hand gently, still he was enjoying my cock. I was very sure he was an expert at cocksucking, so that meant he did this a quite a couple of times before. But as we held hands, I could almost sense that he actually had something for me, unlike the other guys he was with. I didn't bother to think about why. I was just happy he was being so intimate with me.

A few minutes past and I was getting close.. Did I really want to end this moment with my climax? Of course not, but I just couldn't help it. His mouth was so comforting to my aching little friend. The feeling was becoming too much to handle. I felt my muscles tense, I'm sure he did, too, but he seemed ready for it. I was about to let go of his hand so I could silently warn him that I was going to come. He obviously knew what I was trying to do, but just a second before I could open my hand and move it away, he grabbed it hard. I moaned quietly as I shot my load onto his tongue and into his throat. I almost felt like I shot a thousand spurts in his mouth, and he didn't gag once. He swallowed everything, and sucked me for 2 minutes more, even after my dick went soft again, to clean me off. He must've been hungry, so I guess I gave him his lunch.

My dick finally exited his hot mouth and he climbed up onto me, resting on top of me and looking into my eyes. I don't think that we were even close to finished, yet. He was still horny and so was I, regardless of my climax. That was actually the first time I'd ever wanted to continue doing anything more after I shot my load. I didn't waste any time to wrap my arms around his slim body, again feeling his butt cheeks, but this time from outside of his cute boxers. But as horny as he was, I'm surprised he didn't direct me to fuck him or vice versa. That's what I heard from most of the other guys I had been with, and usually declined, because I never liked to be fucked very much...at least not by a HUGE gun.

He passionately kissed me again, sharing some of my juice with me, holding the back of my head to pull me in closer. I copied him, doing the same. His hair felt so soft, just the same as his touch. As rough as he appeared, with all of the gear I saw him wearing earlier, he was as gentle as a lamb. I could feel precum from his dick as the tip dragged itself over my stomach. Suddenly, I wanted to see what he tasted like. I wanted to let him know, but without abruptly interrupting our kiss. So I reached between our hot bodies and began to slide my fingers up and down his hard pole. He moved his lips away from mine slowly, and moved over to my ear. "Would you like to suck me, too?" he whispered. Just hearing his soft voice made my dick go solid, again. I whispered into his ear this time, "I bet you taste really good...I want it so badly." I was surprised I even said anything like that. I never spoke so dirtily before. And furthermore, I was still shy being around him, regardless of how much more I was being active.

With my answer he climbed off me, smiling. It was that same smile, again! Was there nothing this guy would do that didn't make me horny or hornier?? He finally pulled down his love boxers, even though, I would've loved for them to stay up and feel the soft rubbing across my face. If I was mistaken, his dick was possibly the same length, or longer than mine. That somewhat made me feel so much closer to him, for some reason. Once he stood back up again, he stepped up to me and with a hard grip, he held his erect cock into my direction. He was ready and I didn't want to keep him waiting, so I leaned in and took it into my mouth. At first I played with the head of his cock, fucking his pisshole with my narrowed tongue. That made him a lot more hornier! I had my hands around his thighs and I could feel his slight shivering. It didn't feel like pain or cold one little bit. How is it that I knew exactly how to turn this guy on? With everyone else, sex or no sex, I was always so gentle, just the same as his touch. But in this case, seeing how rough he appeared and how soft he really was made me feel halfway close to dominant. Why only halfway was because my body was a lot more vulnerable than his. I'm sure that as soft as he was, he could easily kick my butt if he really wanted to. But why would he do that? Hehehe!

I continued circling my tongue movement around his cockhead, and then eventually went down the rest of his rock hard penis. His cock was average length, and only slightly thick, like mine, so it was no problem for me to suck him up and down. Still, he was obviously a much more experienced cocksucker than I was. But the taste of his cock was the most delicious thing I ever put into my mouth! And his precum also found its way onto my tongue. I was fully hard again, although, I already knew it would take a lot more effect and a better surrounding to make me cum again. But regardless, I started to beat on it, to calm it down. While was busy with his toy, he leaned over me and massaged my back. It felt so wonderful; I had increased my speed on his cock. It didn't take very long for him to cum, but since I wasn't exactly ready to eat his jism (as much as I wanted to), I leaned back into my lounging position and he shot his load all over my chest. In only a matter of seconds, he covered my little chest with several huge globs of his spunk. It was so hot.

Since we were inside the restroom of such a huge store, I didn't have very much other than toilet paper to clean myself up with, but I didn't have to worry about that for too long. He realized my problem and had a remedy for it - his tongue. He bent down and licked me clean, and didn't stop until after the very last drop was taken in and swallowed. We kissed passionately for one last time, and then he got up, pulling up his boxers and jeans altogether. I was ready to go, too, and I fought the urge to cry, knowing I probably wouldn't bump into him again. I pulled up my pants as well, but as I stood up straight, I felt one arm pull me into him again. My cock nearly went so hard; it felt like it would completely destroy my jeans, even though they were baggy! It really turned me on just to have both of our topless bodies touching one-another. It made me just want to play that stripping game with him again.

Just then, he whispered into my ear, "I'll go out first. When you come out, you can meet me outside the bathroom." My eyes totally lit up, brightly! He wanted to see more of me! Was my frown more than just a mental thought? Or maybe he just simply couldn't get enough of me? I hoped that was the case. I nodded to him and stood back, making sure that if some was around, they wouldn't spot me as the door opened. He took his tank top and put it back on, then looked through the gaps in the ridges on the door, checking to see if anyone was around. I guess he didn't see anyone, because he didn't waste much time to get out of the stall. He pushed the door closed as he walked off, so that if someone had just walked in, seeing him leave, they wouldn't suspect that he was sharing the stall with someone else. I quickly locked the door so that I could have a safe time putting my shirt back on. After buttoning up, I left the stall and washed my hands off. Someone else walked in a little while after, leaving it just me and him and the restroom not in a stall. I was looking around for the street punk. I guess he had already escaped outside, waiting for me to come out, so I didn't waste much time. On the way out, I could see that recent guy standing at the urinals, all too obviously jerking himself off. That's why I liked Herald Square. There were always a ton of gay guys in the restrooms in that area.

I stepped out of the restroom and found who I was looking for. He was leaning against the wall next to a shelf of New York City-based toys and mugs with drawings of the city and logos of Macy on them. I looked up to him and he looked down at me. With his still soft voice, he asked for me to walk with him outside the store, so we both took the escalators down to the first floor. On the way down we talked a little. He first asked me, "So, what's your name?" Again I went totally shy, but I managed to reply, "My name's Alex. What's yours?" He gave me that innocent smile again. "Wow, you're so hot.. My name is Byron." he replied. We shook hands, and I nearly melted onto the escalator steps. He continued the conversation, "How old are you? You don't look like you're out of school, yet." Sometimes, people actually did mistake me as an older person. I never knew why, but I was a lot more flattered that this guy was able to tell how old I was. "Well, no... I'm only 15.. But you look kinda like a student, yourself!" He chuckled at my words and held one hand on my right shoulder. "I'm 19! I've even got my own place!" I was totally embarrassed, and even though my skin was fairly red-brown, I'm sure he could see that I was blushing. He smiled again, "Don't worry. I know, I look young." I apologized to him. But I was turned on that he said he had his own place to stay. Was he going to ask what I THINK he was going to?

Seeing that no one else was on the escalators at the time we were, he gave me little peck on the cheek with his soft lips and told me, "I really would love to see you again. I'll give you my number so you can call me whenever you want to talk or meet me again". The guy had an instant crush on me ever since I let him into the stall! I never encountered anyone like this. Anyone who possibly had any bit of a crush on me never tried to express it! But this guy made me feel like I existed! There was no way I was going to turn down his giving me his number. In fact, since he sounded and looked so young, I was going to exchange with my own number, since if he ever called and someone else picked up the phone, he would sound as if he were just simply one of my own classmates. So he took out a sheet of paper. I didn't have any paper on me, that day, so I requested that he rip off some of it so I could write my number down for him. He did so and handed it to me, and we both started writing our names and phone numbers. The was done and we both put each others' numbers away in our wallets.

When we got down to the first floor, I followed him out of Macy's through the closest exit and we walked around the Herald Square area. There were still plenty of other restrooms we could visit in this area... Manhattan Mall, Penn Station, even the Empire State Building, if we wanted! But since we were both a little tired, he said he was going to head home to Chinatown. As I suspected, he also planned on bringing me to his apartment. Of course, I nodded quickly and we walked over to the subway station to take the train down to Canal Street. I had a student's pass, so I was able to use the trains for free. He had to pay, since I couldn't use my card more than once within the same 15 minutes. But I guess that was okay, since he obviously paid to get up to 34th Street in the first place.

It was between rush hours, so the subway platforms were nowhere close too crowded. As many people as there were always moving about over the ground in Herald Square, there was usually a 7-10 passenger count on the subway platforms in mostly every station! We sat next to each other on a bench, waiting for the next train to come on the downtown N/R line platform. These two lines ran from Queens, though Manhattan and ended in Brooklyn. One of them even goes to Coney Island! We could've gone there if we wanted. But I think we both only kept our minds fixated on Chinatown. Finally, an R train arrived and we got on.

Even though he was Chinese and I was Black-Native American, and we were of completely different families, I felt like he was almost my brother. Even though we had only met just an hour or so ago, he made me feel really close to him. It was strange but I loved the feeling. As we were walking through the streets earlier, I felt so secure with him. I felt so incredibly vulnerable when I compared myself to him. Here he was, slim but fairly muscular in a tough guy's outfit - maybe a little soft in personality, but obviously much stronger than he appeared. And here I was, smaller than him, younger than him, slim, but almost no muscles to show at all. I was strong, but I never could lift too many heavy things. I only had a strong kick and punch, although, I was always so nice, I never had to use them more than once. Hehe.

As we took our seats close to each other on the train, I quickly glanced at my faint reflection in the window as we got into the dark tunnel. Able to see myself, I examined my eyes. Regardless of my nationality, I think I could still easily pass as being a little Asian. Technically, I think I am, since Native Americans were said to migrate from Asia long ago. I don't know what I had in my mind that connected me with that continent so strongly, but I really wanted to be like Byron. Asian boys made me slightly jealous, because no matter which of them I looked at, I always found them to be so cute. That effect never happened with any other people I looked at - Black, Latino, and Caucasian... There were lots of them I did like, but not all of them had that same effect on my head like Asian guys did.

When I turned back around, I noticed Byron staring at me. I wondered what was wrong. He asked me curiously, "What are you thinking about?" I guess my thoughts resulted into a look on my face. I smiled to him, "Nothing. Just eager to know what your apartment look like." He chuckled lightly. I was very aware he was my age at one time, too. I noticed how curious young teens like me could get. Always thinking about the silliest things, but that never meant that I couldn't be serious and quite knowledgeable about other things. He replied to me, "It's a little small. One of those studio places." All I could think when he said that was how many bedrooms he had. Of course, I answered myself with the number 1 and gave myself another stiffy. Both my jeans and my boxer-briefs were designed to be quite loose, so my bulge was actually able to show itself a little. Luckily, there was no one else in that car, so I didn't really find it necessary to cover it up. He looked down at the bulge and gave me his horny smile again, "Damn. Are you always this horny?" I laughed for second, and then I found out that he also had a hard-on. "Like you should be talking?” I answered back, laughing again. He blushed for a second. I was surprised to see that! I thought he was more relaxed than I was.. Maybe his crush made him give away, so he got just as nervous as I was a little while ago. We were just about to kiss, but then the train stopped at 14th Street and a few other people got on the train. This time, our car wasn't as empty. About 4 people, mostly Asian go on and took their seats scattered all over. It would be just a couple more stops until Canal Street, so we decided to hold our temptations away until we got to where we were going. I think the whole situation was quite cute, if you ask me.

We ran through the next few stops and finally it was Canal Street. We got up walked off the train, ready to head into the more crowded side of Chinatown.

To be continued...

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