Gay Erotic Stories

I spent months checking out bathrooms in various buildings and going online to see if I could find any reference to gay meeting places on campus. I narrowed my visits to three bathrooms, but it seemed lunchtime was not the best time of day to score some under stall fun.

Finally, one Friday afternoon, I took off from work early and headed to one of the academic halls to a restroom on the lowest level. I had liked this one because of its out-of-the-way location, although I wondered if anyone knew about it.

I shut myself in a far stall, pulled down my pants and waited. I even brought a book with me to read in case this was a bust. Twenty minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps. At first, it sounded like the person had stopped at the sinks or urinals, but soon I heard someone taking the stall next to me and closing the door quietly. My heart raced and my cock twitched. I edged my left foot closer to the stall wall, and soon I saw an athletic shoe also edging toward my stall.

Although I had fantasized about an encounter like this, I had never thought about the finer details, such as how to engage the other person. I knew I wanted his cock, so I knelt down and tentatively reached my hand under the divider, hoping this would signal for his cock.

Thankfully, I was rewarded when he kneeled down and I felt his dick lower into my hand. I gently began pulling at it, feeling a good thick six inches harden as I moved my hand up and down. For a few minutes I jacked his shaft, slow to fast to slow again, making sure he was nice and hard and enjoying the hand job. But I wanted more. I pulled on his cock, pulling him toward the bottom of the divider, and then motioned with my hand. He repositioned himself, and in a few seconds I saw that beautiful cock shoved under the divider.

I no time I leaned down and took it in my mouth, hearing a quiet moan on his side. As my lips moved down the hard shaft, I could taste some precum oozing from his slit, and I slowly began to blow his shaft.

Suddenly we heard the door, and as quickly as possible, we were back in our respective stalls, sitting, waiting. I heard the sound of peeing in a urinal, and while it lasted only a minute or so, it felt like an hour as I waited for this person to finish and leave. Soon the sink ran and the door opened again. Waiting a moment to make sure the person had left, I slid to the floor, and soon that beautiful hard cock was back underneath the stall divider.

I wasted no time and took the shaft in my mouth, sucking fast and hard. He began thrusting into my mouth and I could tell he was close. His moans were more audible, and I could finally feel the cum load into his shaft before exploding in my mouth. And explode he did as I swallowed what felt like a gallon of cum, making sure I got every drop.

He quickly pulled back, and in a flash he left the stall and the bathroom. I sat back on the toilet, satisfied but craving more, and told myself I would stay for at least another hour or so to see what would happen.

It took five minutes. The routine was the same, and soon I was on my knees, hand under the stall, stroking a smaller cock that was nonetheless like a steel rod. I tried getting him to push his dick under the divider, but he clearly wanted a hand job, and I was happy to oblige. And he must have been horny, because it took only a few minutes before he spewed all over my hand and the floor.

Like the first guy, he was gone in a hurry, and again I resolved myself to wait for more. After about 20 minutes, the door opened again, and again someone was in the stall next to me. However, once establishing we were both there for the same thing, he pushed his cock underneath -- nearly eight inches, cut, and waiting for me. I didn't hesitate to take him in my mouth, and it wasn't long before he was oozing precum.

He suddenly pulled back and pushed his hand under the stall, wanting my cock. I gladly complied and pushed myself under the divider, where I felt a warm mouth envelop my cock. He knew how to suck, and I was rigid with every stroke of his lips. Soon I felt his fingers pushing under me and fingering my hole. I knew what he wanted. I had brought some lube, not sure if I needed it and, frankly, thinking I was overdoing it. But I pulled back into my stall, fumbled into my backpack and pulled it out. I prepared myself, and I saw him stick his dick back under the stall, glistening with lube which he clearly had brought.

I crouched down and took my time, trying to figure out the right position (again, finer points I didn't think about). But soon I had his cockhead inside of me, and I began to crouch lower and take him further inside of me. Because of the awkward positions, it was hard to ride the whole thing, and frankly just half of it was enough for me to get used to his size. We found a rhythm in our motion and slowly worked together. At one point I thought I would cum without touching myself, I was so turned on by this mystery cock fucking my ass.

The bathroom door opened, and the two of us scrambled into our stalls. I was breathing heavily but tried not to make a sound. After a few minutes, the person left. I sighed heavily and heard a chuckle from the next stall. As I crouched to the floor, I heard him say in a low voice, "I want to come over. Bend over, but don't look back at me."

I got to my feet and unlocked the stall door. I turned toward the toilet, bent over and balanced myself with my hands against the back wall. I heard his stall door unlock and then felt a presence behind me. My stall door locked, and soon I felt his cock at my hole. He had more lube, and he pushed into me. I cried out but didn't turn around as he slid all eight inches into my ass. He took his time, slowly working on my ass for a minute or two before he grabbed my hips tight and began to fuck me more quickly.

I moaned softly but he didn't make a sound. I could tell he was getting close by the quickness of his breath. He grabbed my shoulders and soon cried out softly and unloaded inside my ass, pumping his cum deep inside of me. I cried out too until he stopped, holding his cock inside of me. Then he pulled out. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Awesome. Stay here ... I have a buddy who would love this." With that, he was gone in a flash.

I barely moved in my stall. I could feel some cum dribbling out of my ass down the inside of my thigh. I was catching my breath, the door still ajar behind me when I heard the bathroom door again. I reached back and pushed the door close without locking it. I heard footsteps and a slight tap. I let go of the door and soon someone was behind me, fumbling quietly with his pants. I pointed to my lube on the floor without looking around. Within a minute, I felt a cockhead pushing at my ass, and soon I felt him entering me. He wasn't as big as his friend, but he wasted no time pushing entirely into me. I cried out, as did he. There was no getting used to the rhythm; he grabbed me and began pounding me hard. The slapping sound was loud, my moans were not silent but not cries. He didn't make another sound except the slapping of his body against my ass, and for five minutes he barely slowed down. I was impressed by his stamina yet sore from the assault, but still loving this mystery fucker drilling me.

Finally his breathing began to get heavy, and his fucking more uneven, as I could tell he was either slowing down for fear of cumming too fast or simply taking a quick break. It was a combination of the two, and within a few minutes he picked up the pace. With an "oh, fuck" he drilled his cock deep and exploded, mixing his cum with that of his buddy's inside my ass. He seemed to have an unlimited reserve of cum, slamming his cock into me nine or ten times before collapsing onto my back.

I couldn't hold back, and while he held himself inside of me I jacked off, spewing my cum all over the back wall and the toilet. Like his buddy, once he stood up, he was gone in a flash.

I was done for the day, spent, happy, feeling completely satisfied. As I made my way out of the bathroom and the building, I vowed to come back as soon as possible to see what other horny college boys needed some relief.