Gay Erotic Stories

I don't know what got into me. There I was, at the mall, in the changing rooms of the department store. They had the curtained kind, no doors, just a curtain, which didn't quite pull shut, so the people walking by could see you if they happened to glance in at just the right angle. I was in there trying on a nylon jogging suit, you know the kind. As always, I had no underwear on, and the feel of the nylon on my bare, shaven ass and balls made me horny as hell. My cock was semi-erect as I pulled the curtain aside and walked out into the store's sales area to check myself out in the store's mirror. Well, as I was walking past the one changing room, I caught a glimpse through one of the curtain-gaps of a gorgeous, naked black man, just stepping out of his pants. His broad back was toward me, and he had the most incredibly lean, muscular butt it has ever been my pleasure to behold. There was no one else around, and I paused for a moment, watching him. He took a shirt and a pair of jeans off their hangers and put them on, covering that magnificent body, while I watched him from behind. Then he started to turn toward the curtain, and I decided I'd better skedaddle before he saw me watching. This episode had brought my cock even closer to full erection, which in those nylon pants wasn't going to be easy to hide. Oddly though, the thought that the salesman would certainly notice my state didn't bother me in the least, though it normally would have; and the thought that the black man would also notice, actually made me even hornier and harder still! By the time I got to the store mirror, the front of the nylon pants was tented out altogether. I turned this way and that, admiring myself in the mirror -- I'm not too humble to admit that I'm a good-looking guy -- and I let my hands roam over my thighs and even brush my tent pole trousers while I did so. Then I saw the black man standing behind me, waiting his turn to use the mirror. He was even better-looking in front than from the back, if it was possible. I caught his eye in the mirror and winked. He turned away, and I'm not sure, but I think he blushed. Then, my erect cock proudly leading the way, I paraded past him back to the changing room. The salesman's eyes dropped to the front of my -- that is, the store's -- pants, and he turned sixteen shades of red and looked away. Just before I entered the changing-room area, I glanced back, and the black man stood in front of the mirror. But he was looking at me. I had one more pair of nylon pants to try on. I didn't bother pulling the curtain while I shucked the first pair and pulled on the second. My brazen cock had begun seeping a bit of precum. I couldn't believe I was being so bold. Unfortunately, the black man didn't come back in while I was in my changing room. But he was just leaving the mirror as I got there. He gave me a strange look, then hightailed it (and a very lovely tail it was, I might add) back to his changing room. I was disappointed that I wouldn't get to see him naked again. I repeated my exhibitionist display in front of the mirror, but the only audience I had was the unappreciative salesman. He looked anywhere but at me, and especially anywhere but at my obvious boner. The black man re-emerged from the changing room, dressed in his own clothes, and handed the ones he'd been trying on to the salesman. Then he left, with barely a glance in my direction. A pity, I thought. But when I returned to my changing room, the cutoffs I had worn into the mall were gone, though my wallet and keys lay still on the bench where the cutoffs had been. I didn't have any pants or underwear, besides the nylon ones. And -- most important -- on the bench, covered in still-steaming sperm, there lay a business card with the black man's photo, name, and phone number on it. I don't know what got into me. But I know who's going to get into me, just as soon as I pay for these nylon pants. Erik If you liked this story, or if you've had similar experiences, please email me at: e_velho@hotmail.com