Gay Erotic Stories

So when I arrived, I put my gay experiences behind me and you could not find a straighter acting person around. I was involved in all dorm and intramural sports and believe it or not, I put thinking about guys on the back burner and really avoided not thinking about sex when around them and in the showers etc. It was easier to do than I thought. I also had several girl friends the first few years at college as well. Don't get me wrong--I was very sexual. As a matter of fact it was a priority to find a few good places to jack off, as I was not used to sharing a room, and sure did not want to get caught by anyone. My roomy the freshman year went home about every other weekend, so that really helped. I also found a secluded bathroom in one of the classroom buildings. It had just one stall and one urinal. The layout was such that you could hear someone approaching and even if they walked in, the stall was laid out such that the stool and where I was sitting could not be seen.

As I got more comfortable, I would slide at least one leg out of my pants and usually both of them so I could spread wider and really get into getting off. I sometimes would put my heels onto the two handicapped bars on each side which would raise my butt and allow me to play with it or as I got curious, I would slide my fingers or something similar in size in so when I came, it was much harder and stronger. It was a great place and I went there every chance I got.

It was not until second semester my junior year that I had my curiosity provoked and found a place where others hung out. It was by accident as I was in a new building for my classes and had to "take care of biz" so went into this second floor bathroom. There was a short hall, creaky floors and the door made a lot of noise, which would later prove WONDERFUL.

There were five stalls all together on the opposite wall of the urinals. The second stall was the only one open so I used it. I noticed a lot of graffiti and stuff on the walls. Not real bad but more than my usual jack off spot. I also was surprised at how no one was leaving the stalls. I ended up finishing before any of them and they had been there before me. When I went to wash my hands, I sorta bent down a little just to assure myself there were people in the stalls. As I looked, I got a glimpse of a guy trying to look under the wall back at me. And I also noticed that the guy in the end stall had his feet pointed to the next stall so he was either standing or sitting at a 90-degree angle to the stool. Well I NOW got interested and a little aroused thinking, there are some others here who may be gay or like guy sex but I had to get to class so off I went with every intention of being back after class.

Right after class I headed back to that bathroom in hopes I would get one of those end two stalls as I was sure there must be a peep hole or something there that guys would like. I was out of luck though, as both stalls were taken so I had to take the very middle one and to my surprise, I saw a 3-inch diameter hole between my stall and the second stall when I closed the door. I wanted to be very careful as I thought of cops, or getting caught, etc. so I only pulled my pants and shorts down enough so I could sit. I did not want anyone to see me hard until I was sure what was up.

I sat near the front edge of the stool and very straight so I could look through and see if anything was going to happen. I saw the usual legs close and hand between the legs pose when I first looked. I tried not to move and just watched. After just a few minutes, I started to move and get a better view and noticed there was another hole on the other stall’s wall and it had a hard cock sticking through the hole! I guess I must of done something when I saw it as the guy sitting put his head close to my hole and looked through when he pulled away his own hard cock was standing up between his legs, which were now open.

He did not touch himself but I could tell he wanted me to see it. Then he looked back through, so I let my hardon spring up so he could see I was horny too. As soon as he saw that he leaned over and started sucking the other guy through the hole and sorta played with his own cock from time to time. In no time at all the guy must have cum as he pulled his cock which was now semi-hard back through the hole, flushed the toilet, pulled up his pants and left. The guy next to me put two fingers through the hole about an inch and rubbed them around the hole.

I knew exactly what he wanted so I stood up and slide my cock through and for the first time in almost three years got a blowjob--the way a blowjob should be given. He took it all. I pushed myself up against that hole as hard as I could and he never missed a beat. I shot my whole load down his throat and was out of my mind with joy. I got so excited seeing all this and getting sucked, I had completely forgotten about there being a guy in the stall next to me on the other side. I started to panic as I was afraid he might be a cop or teacher, or go tell, but I would soon find out he wanted the same thing the rest of us wanted. When I sat down to wipe and clean up my cock, he got on his knees and slides his knees, cock and balls far enough under the stall wall where I could see and touch them real easy. I whispered for him to go to the end stall if he wanted a blowjob and he did not waste any time changing stalls. I sorta wanted to watch, but just like normal, I felt I should bug out before anyone caught me. Beside, I really came hard and was very satisfied.

Needless to say I made repeat visit after repeat visit. I loved being able to get jacked off or sucked and to watch others get off without anyone every knowing who you were. It was a very comfortable feeling. There would be some eye contact but did not really know who they were, and if someone walked in our out while you were washing your hands, they would just think you had used the john.

A lot had happened that junior year. My roommate flunked out so I also got a new roomy. He was nice enough guy but he had his own set of friends and so did I so we did not do a lot together just the normal chit chat, meals, etc. Well about a month after I had found out about this gay bathroom, he started asking me questions about my girl friends, and what we did, and were we intimate, etc. I thought this was very strange but just gave him the typical type answers and asked him similar questions. He asked if I thought guys could be bi, or if they had to just be straight or gay. I sorta said I was sure guys could be any of the three. He then asked if I had ever thought about it or done anything bi. I quickly answered, “OH NO, I GET WHAT I NEED FROM MY GIRL!”

Then he snickered and I asked what's that was about. He then asked point blank, “How often you go to the bathroom on the second floor of the education building?” My mouth must have fallen open and I said something like only when I have class and have to "go". With that he pointed to my shoes and said, “See that red scratch on the toe of your shoe? Well I have sucked off a guy with the same scratch on his shoe three times the past two weeks.”

Well needless to say our experiences began from there until the end of the year. We had a great talk, I found out he was bi but leaning toward being gay, and could not give enough head. He would suck off 3 to 5 guys a day and jackoff at the same time, or sometimes not even get off but once. We had a lot of one on one, mutual jacking, and he would even let me fuck him and I never had to get him off if I didn’t want to. A couple of times we had a threesome if we both agreed. We would both go to the bathroom at the same time and get into two of the three stalls with the holes and watch or help get each other off along with the third guy or someone we could jack off or get jacked off by under the stall wall.

I can't say it was better than the sex I had at the rest area, as that was my first and every erotic, but I can say I shot gallons of cum there and saw gallons of cumshots. Cocks of all ages from some I am sure might even have been from the local high schools taking night classes to some older teachers and professors that proved to be as horny as the students. After that semester my roomy was gone and I rented a room from some married friends and by the time I finished both sessions of summer school, I graduated early. Rest assured I spend a lot of time and almost every weekday getting off at my favorite bathroom. After graduation, I headed for the army; yes, I am a Vietnam veteran. Once again I was forced to suppress my urges and spent three years in the service, and got married when I got out. I would have one major business fling many years down the road, and then had a one-day fling at a gay bath just a few years ago. Other than that, I have had a hand job here and there but that is it. I guess I tried to cram a lot into one story but hope you got the jest of what my life has been like. Feel free to let me know if you had similar experiences.

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