Gay Erotic Stories

A Trip To The John What I am about to describe happened (and continues to happen) at work. I am employed by a large accounting firm with about 200 employees. The building is 12 floors, old but in good condition. I mention that because of the method of construction in the building and the way it relates to the story. The building was built about 40 years ago and uses a great deal of marble in hallways, entrances, and bathrooms. My office is on the third floor and my daily activities include quite a bit of footwork up and down the building from one floor to another. On the day this all began, I had made a trip to the mail room near 10 o'clock to send out some packages. The mail room is near the rear of the building and is not one of those areas that is easy to find if you are not familiar with the offices. There are perhaps 4 people who work there, including the man who figures in this story. I left the packages along with some particular instructions for handling and delivery and started to return to my office. I felt the urge to relieve myself and entered the men's room which is along the hallway from the mail room to the elevator. It was smaller than other restrooms in the office and apparently not often used. I had never been in this particular restroom before and was struck by the arrangement of the toilets. There were two toilets in addition to the two urinals. The toilets were enclosed entirely by marble partitions that reached from perhaps two inches from the floor to within one foot of the ceiling. This included the wooden doors. In short, the toilets provided complete privacy. The two toilets were at right angles to one another so that a seated person in the left cubicle would be looking directly at the other toilet if the marble partitions weren't there. I entered the toilet on the right facing the restroom door and closed the door. I was about to take care of the paperwork and leave when I heard the door open. The person entered the other cubicle and closed the door. As I was taking care of the paperwork, I heard something that struck me as odd. It was the sound of a shoe dropping lightly to the floor. It was followed again by the same sound. Someone was removing their shoes. I could hear faint rustling noises of clothing and the sound of a toilet seat being lowered. All together, it sounded as if the person had removed all his clothing to take a dump. Curiosity took me and I began to scan the marble wall on my right looking for something that I suspected might be there. Sure enough, there it was: a small hole. It must have been put there to hang a toilet paper roll dispenser that had long since been removed. I could not resist. I peered through the hole and what I saw happen is the subject of this story. It was a young man from the mail room. I had seen him hundreds of times as he made his way about the offices taking care of his tasks. He was perhaps 20 or 21 years old. He stood about five feet and eight inches, slightly shorter than myself. He had dark blond hair and brown eyes. His build was athletic and trim. He would be considered very nice looking, but not one who would stand out in a crowd. I could see that his body was moderately hairy. He was still standing in the cubicle and appeared to be hanging his clothes on a hook provided in the toilet. Completely nude, he then sat down on the toilet. He then leaned back against the toilet tank. These toilets were not provided with the one piece plumbing that is common now, so the tank provided a good backrest. He stretched his legs and rubbed his thighs and breathed in deeply several times. He inched his butt forward on the toilet seat so that he was nearly reclined. He closed his eyes and began to rub his abdomen. His stomach appeared hard and had a line of hair that ran from his pubes up to his chest. A small V-shaped patch of chest hair covered the center of his pectoral muscles. His penis was soft at that moment and was circumcised. His dick did not appear to be unusually large, but his hairy scrotum held two nuts that were definitely larger than most men. As he rubbed his stomach, his dick began to lengthen. It became longer and drooped over his nuts for a few seconds and then began to stand up. Without touching his dick, it continued to get harder and I watched it as his pee-muscles contracted, making it suddenly stand and flop over on his stomach. It looked to be over six inches long. He didn't touch his dick even now, but instead crossed his arms over his chest and began to gently rub both his nipples. His nipples were very large and the tips were prominent. Several times, as his fingers left his nipples uncovered, I could see that they too stood out about a quarter of an inch. He seemed to be paying a lot of attention to them and were obviously sensitive because his face revealed the pleasure he was giving himself. With his eyes still closed he continued to rub his nipples and occasionally licked his lips. After licking his lips, he left them parted slightly and appeared to be breathing through his mouth. He then began to moisten his finger tips and apply saliva to his nipples. His facial expression announced the increased pleasure. His eyes tightly closed and his mouth opened wider as his fingers gently slid over his moist nipples. At the same time his abdominal muscles contracted and his dick jumped upward. His hips involuntarily jerked in an upward direction. He was obviously having a good time. He then began to focus more attention on his nuts. With one hand still at his nipple, the other began to lightly touch his scrotum. At first, he simply allowed his fingers to touch the hair on his balls. As he went on, he then started to gently pinch at the skin of his nuts. Each time he pinched them, they lifted noticeably, pulling them nearer the base of his dick. My own dick at this point was at full attention and I began to fondle my own crank. He then opened his eyes for the first time since he began, and looked down at his dick. He intentionally contracted his dick muscles several times making his dick alternately stand and then flop down again on his stomach. He then reached up and put his fingers near the base of his penis and milked it upward several times. A single, but huge clear drop of fluid appeared on the tip of his dick. He looked at it momentarily and then with his thumb and forefinger pinched it off the end of his dick. He then put the drop of fluid to his tongue and licked his fingers. Then he began to directly stimulate his dick. He took his dick between his thumb, middle and forefinger. With a three fingered grip, he massaged his penis. He jacked himself slowly, but would periodically speed up the stroke so that his hand was almost a blur. As he sped up, his entire body tensed and his mouth gaped open. Up until now, his legs had been extended straight out, but he now placed his feet near the base of the toilet and spread his legs at a wide angle. He alternately used his left hand to stimulate his nipples and then his balls. My own prick was beginning to drip pre-cum at this point and my nuts were starting to ache with the pressure that was building in them. The three fingered grip then changed. He put his fist around his root and started to use the same slow-then-fast stroke. Again, each time he sped up the stroke, his body became like a coiled spring. I watched his face and I could see his lips moving, as if he were speaking. Several times I saw his lips form the silent words 'Fuck me............Fuck me'. Now he interrupted his strokes long enough to get a wad of saliva from his mouth and apply it to his dick. He placed the frothy wad of saliva on the head of his dick and gently rubbed it. Then he resumed his regular stroke. Then in a third variation, he used just his thumb and forefinger to encircle just the head of his penis using a very short stroke. My own experience told me that a stroke like that produces the most intense sensation that can't be sustained too long before it becomes almost painful. So it was with this young man. He would stimulate the head of his dick to the point where he had a painful look on his face and then pause. Apparently this had a dual purpose. Intense stimulation of the tip of his dick brought more pre-cum to the process. Milking his dick produced more fluid that was now being applied to the corona of his penis. Now he applied his fist once again to his silky slick penis. I knew he was getting ready to shoot his load. He was jacking his dick in a regular fashion and had a look of complete ecstasy on his face. His mouth was open and his eyes squeezed shut. His breaths came in short succession as he prepared to dump his wad. His legs jerked as he stroked and the muscles of his chest shook with the motion of his right arm. His left hand cupped his balls and I could see that he was pressing them tightly to his body. His head spasmodically turned from side to side shaking his hair over his forehead. He angled his jerking hand so that his dick lay over his abdomen and suddenly slowed his hand to a slow even motion. A rope of cum left his dick and splashed across his navel. A second squirt of cum went even further up his abdomen and reached his pecs. The third one just seemed to coat the head of his dick and left a blob of cum on his right hand. I could see his face as he came and his lips once again formed the words that this time said, "Oww........Owwww......Owwwww!" He sat completely still and breathed several deep breaths. He then lifted his cum coated fist to his lips and licked at the cum covering his fingers. After he sucked his thumb, he then raked his fingers over his abdomen and scooped up more of his cum and licked it off his fingers. My own hand at this point could not remain still and I jacked my own dick only ten or fifteen seconds before a huge squirt of cum left my dick and fell over my leg and arm. I was exhausted by the tension that had built and then released. As I wiped the cum off myself, I could hear the sounds of the man next to me putting his clothes on. Moments later I heard the sound of the toilet flushing and his door opening. After washing his hands, the young man left with the door banging shut. I pulled up my pants and did the same. Since then, I have made it a point to return to the restroom several times at about the same time. And yes, he returns about the same time as well and repeats his performance. It has been a most rewarding, but secretive spying operation. I am afraid that I am becoming a voyeur, but believe me it is a pleasure to be able to watch someone in a most private moment enjoying the simple joys of masturbating. I hope we can continue our "meetings". Thanks Dude!