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Then you should definitely read on! I have so many ideas ... most of my erotic gay stories I have not yet put on paper. But if you are looking for fetishes and co., you are wrong with me. My preference is clear: I like classic sex. It took several years until I came out. Since then I enjoy life to the fullest.

I do not have a boyfriend. I would like to have a partner someday. But it's too early for that now. Maybe I will first sow my wild oats a bit before I "settle down at home" and until then enjoy many erotic gay stories.
Like this one ...

A visit to the club and a visit to the toilet with consequences

I was out with my buddies. We wanted to dance the night away again and celebrate life. Actually, I'm not the type for classic one night stands. By "classic" I mean that I don't hook up with anyone at the disco. When I do have sex, I usually arrange to meet over the net and we meet at a gay cruising point nearby. No commitments, just sex and away.

So we went to this club. It was packed. Everywhere horny guys who either stood at the bar or conquered the dance floor. I had already the whole evening a light latte.

Therefore, I toyed with breaking my principles and going in search of a man I could take home. And that's exactly who was suddenly standing in front of me. At least apparently. "Sorry! Where is' the toilet?" he asked me.

I smiled at him. "Come on, I'll show you!". Ambiguous? I can. He seemed to understand and followed me. My buddies looked after me as well. We had known each other for a long time and apparently they knew what I was up to. At the latest when I winked at them as I walked away.

There was also a lot going on in the bathroom. I pushed the guy, whose name was Jens by the way, into a cubicle. I didn't care that the others had been watching us. I knew that no one would rat me out. Who knows how many guys have fucked before me here in the cabin?

Jens and I left no stone unturned. Our pants were on the floor and I "dived" to give him a blow job. Whenever the door to the dance floor opened, he moaned loudly. At least then the music was loud enough to drown him out - at least a little. After that he held on to himself again. And that's what made me hornier and hornier.

I squatted wide-legged in front of him and played with my own ass while I blew. "What are you doing?" he whispered, trying to catch a glimpse of my butt. "I'm doing it to myself!", I yelped. I wasn't going to be able to take this much longer. "Do you want me to cum or do you want to feel him?" he asked. I had just turned eighteen

I did not answer. Instead, I stood, turned around and leaned against the toilet wall. "Come on!", I urged him. He let his hard-on slide up and down between my buttocks. Surely for several minutes. Slowly a drop of pleasure showed on my cock. "COME ON!", I said louder now. Jokes were already being made outside.

"Can we join in?" And I swear I heard the guy in the booth next to us doing it too.

At some point Jens had a heart. He jerked off again properly and pushed his bulging thing into me. Now he began to move. Faster and faster. I clutched my sack while he did so and squeezed hard every now and then. I had done it to myself often enough to know what turned me on. At some point I had to stop, or I would have come. But I'm into it when the other person cum first.

That was exactly the case now. The sperm flowed down my leg. God, how I love that feeling. "And me?", I grinned at him. He didn't have to know that I'd been close to it at least three times already.

Just then he turned around. "Help yourself!" he said. These are erotic gay stories to my taste. I didn't have to jerk off anymore. My cock was so hard I could have pierced the toilet wall. I fucked Jens hard. So hard that I didn't care if anyone outside could hear us. And Jens also seemed to have shed the last sense of shame. From our cabin was only a "Yes, yes ... Oh my God!" and a "Horny! Go on ... in a minute, in a minute ...!" could be heard.

I was just optimistic that I would have lasted "another easy five minutes" when he blew my mind. He pushed me back a little with his butt, spread his cheeks and I could get a glimpse of his ass. I saw my penis disappear again and again and also that he would probably come again soon.

He moaned again as loudly as before. Why wait, I thought to myself. Now it was my turn. My sack contracted and I came intensely and hard. I had to sit on the toilet seat, otherwise my circulation would have given out. But there was no time to rest. Jens put his cock in my mouth. He had picked up speed again.

He must have noticed how flat I was after this tremendous come. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and let him jerk off. It wasn't long before I tasted his juice. He jerked and folded forward slightly as well. His head was high red and he must have come very intensely too. We grinned at each other.

After that we collected our clothes, got dressed and went out again. On the floor in front of the cabin we say some sperm stains. At this point at the latest I was sure that many had used us as "entertainment" to get their money's worth.
My friends grinned at me when I came back. They, too, knew the score. At least, that's what I assume.

I have written several more erotic gay stories, most of which are true. Among other things, there is a very hot story from a gay club, in which four guys have used me as a "template". Or one in which I describe my beloved "69" adventures in particular detail. Unfortunately, there was no room for such positions in the toilet cubicle. And yet I can say that I have rarely come so intensively at my expense as there.

And it's certainly no exaggeration to say that Jens had quite a bit of fun, too.

 

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