Gay Erotic Stories

Roger took his daily stroll to the public restroom just down the beach from his resort home. The sand and warm sun always gave him new hope that today would bring the fantasy man he was looking for. It was still early and the restroom stalls were empty. So Roger moved deliberately into the middle stall for his hopeful wait. He slipped off his T-shirt and Speedo trunks, leaving only his thonged sandals on. He stroked his cock and admired his tanned, muscled body. Not bad, he thought to himself. Somebody is going to get lucky today. Suddenly the door of the restroom opened and a college age kid wearing baggy shorts walked in and headed for urinals. He loudly relieved his bladder while Roger peeked through the stall door at him. The kid looked pretty hot. Nice pecs. Tight rear end. Then Roger's eyes moved down the muscled calves. His bare feet were jammed into high top sneakers. "Too bad, Boy. You blew it," Roger said quietly under his breath. Yet another stud came in. Also nice looking. But he had covered his feet in hiking boots. No score there. Roger was beginning to think this wasn't going to be his day after all. He was starting to gather up his swimsuit and T-shirt when he heard the sound he had been waiting for all morning -- a pair of sandals slapping against bare heels. The man came in quickly and paused by the wash basin. He was rinsing his hands while he looked around the restroom. Roger anxiously angled for a better view. He was tall with long brown hair hanging down to his shoulders. His skin was deeply tanned. A braided necklace bore a shiny white shark's tooth. His skintight khaki shorts barely covered his tight buns. Then Roger's eyes made their ritualistic journey down the guy's tanned legs. On his feet were a pair of leather slip on sandals. There was a V-thong coming from between his toes and a wide strap across the instep. Seeing this sexy man in nothing but shorts and brown leather sandals gave Roger an immediate hardon. He gripped his stiff cock and started stroking it. The sound didn't escape the visitor's ears. He glanced in the direction of the stalls as he turned off the water at the basin and wiped his hands dry. Instead of leaving, he slowly walked by Roger's stall and into the one next door. When he sat down, Roger thought he was going to cum immediately. He was only able to keep his hot juice from shooting by squeezing the head of his flaming cock. The man let his khaki shorts fall to his sandalled feet. And then, he lifted each foot out the shorts and hung them on the stall door. Roger stared at the left foot, which was only inches from the wall separating the two stalls. The opening at the bottom of the metal wall was at least two feet, giving him a wonderful view of the foot show that was going on. The foot in the sandal was a rich golden tan. It was long and high arched, just the way he liked it. The toenails had been recently buffed. And adding to the excitement was a thin golden ring decorating his second toe. As Roger took in this entire scene, the toes suddenly began to wiggle in the thong sandal straps. Roger could hear the sounds of masturbation coming from the next stall. And he could see from the shadows on the floor that his next door neighbor was leaning down to get a view of him as well. The toes would curl and uncurl as the man pounded his meat, and his heel would rise up and down on the sandal sole. Roger could stand it no longer. He moved his own thong sandalled foot over toward the wall. In a few seconds, the toes of the two sandals were touching. And then his toes intertwined with those of his next door neighbor. Roger slipped off his sandal, and ran his smooth bare sole over the tops of the guy's toes and leather sandal straps. "Wouldn’t you rather put your lips there?" Roger heard the man ask. he didn't have to ask twice. Roger sprawled on the restroom tiles and extended his tongue to cover the tanned toes and sandals with his saliva. The hunky guy turned his foot and pushed it all the way under the wall so Roger could lick and suck it to his heart's content. He slipped his tongue between the big and second toe and ran it up and down the sandal thong. Then he lifted the man's heel and licked the length of it. The smell of leather and foot perspiration was driving him wild. Suddenly the man turned and the second sandalled foot appeared at the opening. He knelt down and his huge cock slipped beneath the wall. It was stiff and fat. And Roger couldn’t wait to have it. He grabbed the throbbing organ with one hand while he continued to play with sandals and feet with the other While stroking the guy's cock, he was running his own bulging penis over one of the sandalled feet. Roger turned over his stomach, spread out fully on the floor in his stall and took the huge member fully in his mouth. He rammed it all the way down his throat, holding it there for several seconds before sliding it up and out again. Roger could hear soft low groans coming from beyond the stall wall. This is where his expertise would reward his new found sandalled friend. No one sucked cock better than him. And he gave this man all he had. He was so turned on by the custom made sandals on those feet. Roger wanted to make certain this man would leave happy. Stroking the guy's balls while running his tongue around the thick staff, Roger knew it wouldn't be long before an eruption. He kept up the pace, first fingering beneath the sac and then caressing each ball with his fingers. All the while, he was creating more sucking pressure on the guy's hot meat. Roger glanced down and saw the man's toes doing a dance of ecstasy amid the sandal straps. He pulled his body back around and curled it so that his own hot cock was just a few inches away from that sexy sandalled foot. As he worked over the cock beneath the wall, he pumped his own penis to near orgasm. Suddenly, he could feel the hot cock in his mouth become harder. It started the vibration that could mean only one thing. Roger flailed away at his own wet meat. And as the first waves of sticky cum poured into his mouth, Roger let a long stream of white liquid flow onto the foot and sandal.. Rather than pull his foot away, the man, raised up his toes and accepted the hot lava that was spilling onto them. After Roger had drained every drop from the cock in his mouth, he pulled away and started licking up every bit of his own cum from the bare toes and leather sandal straps that were still extended into his stall. Within a minute or so, he had licked up every drop. His new found friend stood up, pulled his foot away and reached for his khaki shorts. Roger lay nude on the restroom floor watching as each sandalled foot raised up and then slipped into the shorts. He couldn’t help noticing the gold toe ring was a bit more shiny after being drenched with cum and saliva. He listened to the slap of sandal leather against bare heel as this fantasy man opened the stall and began heading for the door. And as he enjoyed the last fleeting view of feet in sandals leaving the restroom, Roger already was fantasizing about what tomorrow would bring.