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Bathroom Stall

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 24 Dec 1997 0 comments
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Bathroom Stall by AFI've had only one gay experience in my life, but it was very interesting,and not at all unpleasant. Several years ago, I'd just broken up with a girlfriend and was prettydepressed. When I wasn't working, I wasn't interested in doing much. I was wandering around the mall one day, wasting time. I went into themen's room to pee. I walked up to one of the urinals and started unzippingmyself. Just then, another guy entered the men's room. Oddly, I thought, he tookthe urinal next to mine, instead of any of the others. But what can yousay? "Excuse me, but would you mind using one of the other urinals?" I didn't look at him, of course; but as I took out my dick, I had thedistinct notion he was looking at me. My penis is a good size, and Ididn't make any attempt to hide it. But I thought, "Do I really want this guys standing here watching mepee?" So I zipped myself back up (putting my dick back in first, ofcourse) and went over to one of the stalls to pee instead. As soon as I'd closed the stall door, I heard him walk over and enter thestall next to mine. That's strange, I thought in my naivete. I peed. He didn't appear to be doing anything, just standing inthere. Then I noticed his shadow on the floor, moving back and forth. Heappeared to be jerking off. Under normal circumstances I would've left then. However, for somereason, I thought it was funny -- guess I didn't have much else to do -- soI thought I'd stay and see what happened. I wiped off the toilet seat andsat down. Just then, the tips of his shoes appeared under the partition between us,with his pants bunched down around them. He was certainly friendly. Icouldn't help myself -- I bent down to take a look, and saw his fist aroundhis cock, stroking it. I felt my own dick quickly harden. Though I'd never done anything likethat before, or even thought about it, I found myself pulling down my ownpants, crouching down across from him, and stroking my own dick. The next thing I knew, he had my erect dick in my hand, and his was inmine, and we were pumping away. It was an odd, but very pleasant feelinghaving another man's cock in my hand, imagining the pleasure I was giving him. He let go of my cock momentarily and caressed my balls. I didlikewise. Then I took my cock, pressed it against his, and rubbed them atthe same time, together. He seemed to like that; I heard him moan inpleasure and say in a throaty voice, "Yeah". We then returned to jacking each other off. I was very excited by thenovelty of the situation, and came quickly, shooting hot gobs of come ontothe floor of his stall. (It was a better hand-job than I'd ever gottenfrom a woman. It made sense though -- a man would have a better idea whatfelt good.) When I'd finished coming, he squeezed gently down the lengthof my shaft to push out any remaining drops of jizz. I continued pumping his dick. It wasn't as large as mine, but it had anice round head on it, and I could feel the veins pulsing as he neared hisclimax. Then he started coming. He leaned hard against the partition, thrustinghimself up under it, and let out a low, long moan. His cock throbbed in myhand, gushing white goo between my fingers, and his hips jerked with therhythm of his spasms. The floor between our stalls was liberally spreadwith our jackoff-jizz. After he came, I pulled my pants back on, opened the door, and leftquickly. I didn't want to see his face, or have him see mine. Theexperience was perfect just the way it was. I haven't had another man-to-man experience. I don't consider myselfgay, and would never consider exploring it again; it just doesn't interestme. When I masturbate, though, I often think about that time at the mall.It makes me come faster than anything else.