Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2007 14:54:18 +1000
From: Eric Kolhk <organised.chaos.2000@gmail.com>
Subject: Sex by Elements: Hot Bathroom Encounter

This story is copyright of course, and I would appreciate it if you
wished to use it for anything other than your personal, private and
not-for-profit enjoyment.  This is a fictional story involving a sexual
encounter between two consenting adult men.  If this offends you, you
should either leave this website as by continuing to read, you will
hereby accept irrevocably the responsibility for the effect this story
will have on you.  I hope it is a satisfying one.   If you are under the
legal age to read sexually explicit material then do not read any
further.  This story, while based on a real life scenario, has been
significantly modified for the purposes of this medium.  Any similarities
to real people who were not participants in this actual event is not
intended to be in any way offensive, defamatory or an absolute
representation of truth.  If there is any offence taken please take a
chill pill because it is not intended - this story is only for a bit of
fun.  Any similarity to a real person who was a participant in this event
is quite delusional or in error as the descriptions below are quite
different to the actual encounter.  If you like this story (or not), feel
free to make any comments. But, as always, flames will be ignored.


Hot Bathroom Encounter


His eyes were on me the moment I walked into the bathroom. Lust burning
in them like coals.

I feigned disinterest, walking past the brown-haired man at the urinal.
In passing, I noticed that his shirt was well filled out by the muscled
chest beneath it. I paused behind him, adjusting my backpack over my
tight polo shirt, hinting at the lean, toned body beneath. Then I
continued to walk, knowing that his eyes were glued to the pair of jeans
that wrapped around my bubble butt like cling wrap.

His eyes followed me to the urinal beside him and watched as I fished out
my cock.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw his eyes drop for a moment. My eyes
followed to see a fat tube of man-meat that he was slowly massaging with
his fingers. I glanced back up and saw that his eyes were fixed on me
again.

Caught.

He smiled at me like a cat which has just spotted a mouse. Or like a
horny man who has just found a willing cum-dump. I looked back down to
see that his cock stiffening with the attention. Veins throbbing as it
began to swell. He stroked it for show, seeing that I was hooked as I
licked my lips in anticipation. I could feel my cock hardening under his
burning gaze, feel it twitch as a pearly drop of pre-cum appeared on the
man's own cock.

Heart beating hard, I flipped myself back into my jeans and walked into a
cubicle. I glanced over my shoulder - an unneeded invitation. His eyes
were fixed onto my back, burning with lust as he concealed his hardening
weapon into his loose slacks. As he advanced, following me into the small
cubicle, I could see the obvious bulge in his pants still growing,
snaking down his leg.

The man closed the door behind him, his muscular bulk filling the space
in the cubicle. I stroked his cock through the fabric, feeling the heat
of that steely rod emanate in waves. He smiled, stroking my head in
approval before he opened his pants again. In the narrow confines of the
cubicle, I could smell the musk of his crotch. Hear the lust on his warm
breath. See the pre-cum glistening on the end of his 8" missile that
sprung out of its cloth carrier, automatically aimed at my parted lips.

I engulfed the proffered meat in my mouth. His eyes twinkled their
approval. His hand cupped my head, urging me to take more into my throat.
Gagging slightly, I succeeded in burying my nose into the stranger's
bush.

He fucked my face slowly but firmly. He knew what he wanted. A cum-puppy
to choke on his bone. A cum-dump for the load weighing down his hairy
balls currently slapping my chin as he thrust. Like a good cocksucker, I
stretched my lips wide to accommodate the hearty cock he fed me, milking
it for the searing man-cream that I could almost feel boiling in his
balls.

A sharp breath made me look up and I saw that our activities had been
noticed. A pair of beady eyes watched from over the cubicle as the man
took advantage of my warm, welcoming mouth. As I nursed on the cock
burrowing into my throat, two pairs of eyes followed with burning
intensity. Suddenly I was all too aware of the sounds of my gentle
slurping on the shaft pistoning in and out of my mouth, and the heavy
breathing of the horny strangers watching a cocksucker feed.

A grunt was all the warning I got before the man's creamy essence
exploded into my throat. Wave after wave of hot salty cum washed over my
tongue and cascaded down my throat. I sucked at the font of that cum
until the stream faltered to a trickle. Then, feeling horny and used, I
rubbed the cock over my cheeks, smearing the remnants on like face paint
for the spectator. The man was spent and satiated, allowing me the honour
of cleaning his cock of all traces of his tasty load. Then he retreated,
tucking his cleaned cock back into his pants with only the mild thanks in
his eyes as he left.

I sat on the toilet and waited, the cubicle door still ajar as he had
left it. I did not have long to wait, as the voyeur's form filled the
open doorway. He stepped into the space, weapon turgid and already
prepared to hose my throat down with another load. I smiled a welcome,
eager for the encore.

His response was in his hard, bright eyes. Burning with lust.