Gay Erotic Stories

I like to show off my body. I always have. I work out and have a football player's build with strong legs, a hard round butt and a lean waist and broad shoulders. I have shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. I was traveling through the south and ended up in a town with one of the country's largest malls. I pulled into a parking spot and began changing my clothes. I took off my shorts and underwear and pulled on a pair of clingy, grey spandex underwear. They look like Bike shorts, but are made of much thinner fabric. The clingy fabric doesn't leave much to the imagination and the light-grey color helps accentuate my bulging cock and balls. I pulled on a blue T-shirt just long enough to rest at bulge level. This allows me to lower my shirt in case I need to cover up, but it's short enough so my basket can be seen when I walk or shift -- in case I want to put on a show. And put on a show is what I like to do! It turns me on to see women -- and men -- steal glances at my crotch. I'll walk slower if I see someone approaching who is staring at my bulge. I also like to "browse" in stores and get in prime view for the crotch-watchers. I let my cock swell to a half-hard-on, giving my audience a nice, sexy view. I will then act as if I'm shopping near them, so they can stare. This is what I was doing on this day. After 45 minutes or so of making the rounds, I began checking out the rest rooms. Sometimes, the large department stores are prime places for cruising. However, on this day, there didn't seem to be anyone else horny! I finally entered the last big department store in the mall. It was new, so everything was crisp and clean, including the men's room. There were a couple of guys using the urinals and a couple in two of the eight or so stalls. I entered the third stall and got ready. I noticed a guy was in the stall to my left as I wiped the seat (although it was spotless) peeled my stretchy "shorts" down and sat down. It was at this point that I noticed how bright the restroom was - even the floors. In fact the white tile was so bright, I could see a good reflection of myself looking back up at me. The lights were above the commodes, so you could see reflections in adjacent stalls, too. I looked to my left and noticed the guy was standing. I could tell from the sounds, he was finishing up. His stall clicked open, and he exited. I stood up as if I was done and began collecting toilet paper. I wasn't really done (in fact I hadn't been doing anything except rubbing my cock). I do this so my 4-plus inches of half-hard cock can sway back and forth -- a show for whoever happens to peak through the crack in my stall. But he left and I was all alone. A few others came and left and I was beginning to think nothing good was going to happen. Then someone entered the stall to my right. I looked under the wall at his reflection in the bright tile. I was slowly stroking my cock trying to make out what he was doing. The outside door bashed open, causing me to conceal my oozing cock. It was then that I noticed my "neighbor" shift, as if he, too, was watching whoever entered. When the guy left, I watched as the reflection of my neighbor ducked and shifted, to see the guy leaving. My pulse quickened and my cock hardened as the guy did the same thing as two more came and left the men's room. I realized then, my neighbor was cruising, too. I decided it was time to give my neighbor a REAL show. I stood up, my cock extending to six inches, and turned around to face the wall. In this position, my neighbor would be able to see the reflection of my cock much more clearly than if I faced the door of my stall. Carefully standing to allow enough of the above light to shine down on my throbbing cock, I began to slowly stroke my shaft. I was watching my neighbor's reflection, and sure enough, he had turned to see what I was doing. I made a point to spread my muscular legs and pull my big cock out under the light, leaving a nice, clear reflection on the white tile below for my curious neighbor. I then stroked my big dick slowly and deliberately. I noticed I had my neighbor's rapt attention. He was entranced at my sexy reflection. (I know I would like to see someone stroking a nice, big cock with a big mushroom head and plum-size balls swinging and smacking against muscular, tight thighs!) I hadn't stroked my big cock more than three times when I heard my neighbor scrambling to get out of his stall. I turned around in time to see him right in front of my stall, his eye pressed into the crack. I looked at him dead in the eyes, parted my full lips and slowly pumped my cock at him. He whispered something, so I walked toward the door. I was a little scared, but I found myself unlocking the latch and opening the door. He stepped half-way in and grabbed my cock, gasping as I thrust it forward into his eager hand. He pumped it hard, staring at it with his mouth open. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees. Anyone could have come in and caught us, but I was so turned on, all I could think about was this hot mouth sucking on my throbbing meat. His head bobbed up and down, away from and back down into my crotch, his tongue swirling around my cock, which was now stretching toward it's maximum 7 inches. He was moaning softly as he deep-throated my meat. I nervously glanced toward the door, wondering if a cop or security guard might wander in. But the magic mouth on my cock made me forget all about that and soon I could feel my balls rumbling. So I tapped him on the shoulder and whispered, "I'm going to cum!" Instead of pulling away, he grabbed my hard bubble butt and pulled me into his face, swallowing my cock all the way down his throat. I grabbed his hair and began fucking his face faster and faster. Suddenly I let loose the biggest orgasm of my life, shooting jet after jet of hot, creamy cum down my eager partner's mouth. He sucked it out of my cock and kept sucking, as if he were dying of thirst. I gasped as he sucked on my big swollen mushroom head, tonguing the slit. He then licked his lips and said "Thanks!" I said "Thank YOU!" He stood up, allowing me to see the "Kevin" on his department store name tag. He then whispered, "I saw you walking through the mall on my break a half-hour ago. I didn't think I'd get to see your big bulge again since I had to go back to work. But then I saw you come in the store and I just had to follow you! You are HOT!" "Thanks" I said. "Thank YOU!" he replied. Someday, when I'm travelling in that area again, I am definitely going back to that mall. And I am definitely going to look for Kevin!