A gay story: The Squeaky Door The following is a true story.
In one of my first jobs after graduating, I worked in a downtown office tower. I had little experience with other guys but I definitely knew I was gay and quietly lusted over the many hunks in suits, the bike couriers in tight bulging spandex, the UPS guys in their snug brown shorts and spectacular asses, and the construction guys swinging commando in their sweatpants. They seemed to surround me wherever I went. Basically I was horny as fuck and hard or semi-hard half the time if not more, but still mostly pretending I was straight.
Around this time, I discovered online porn although it was nothing compared to what is available now. Even so, I enjoyed, slowly, downloading JPEGs of nude and hard men, along with discovering different online chat rooms where like-minded horny guys hung out. I got to know a few different guys online over time. Some were young and gay, others were older and bisexual or bi-curious. The latter were often married and leading a mostly straight life but definitely interested in dick whether they acted on it or not. There was this one guy, let’s call him Andy, who was in his forties, married with a wife and kids, but horny as I was for cock. He worked downtown as well but further uptown than where I was located. We’d often chat online after work and share different fantasies or experiences. He was a likeable guy and seemed really into me based on my description, my dick, and what I was into. I probably gravitated to bi-curious guys as they were equally cautious and discrete as I was at the time.
Occasionally we’d chat while at work and at some point, I shared with him my discovery about the washroom in the base of the building that I worked in. It was near the food court and located off a stairwell. The food court was part of an underground tunnel system so there were lots of “suits” and traffic passing by. There were two sets of doors to go through to enter the washroom, the first being quite squeaky. This will become more important later in the story. The washroom itself had three stalls, a row of three urinals and the same number of sinks. What I had discovered when I wandered in one day to do some business or have a smoke, and with subsequent visits, was that it was a fairly active washroom with guys hanging out in the stalls or in front of the urinals and getting themselves hard for a little stroking or sucking action. Given this was in the financial part of downtown, most but not all of the guys were office workers wearing suits. Business casual was less of a thing back then. While I had mostly observed and not joined in to date, I had seen and/or heard guys get sucked off under the stall walls, watched guys show hard at the urinals and get stroked or sucked depending on how busy the washroom was. I was hesitant to join in due to my paranoia at the time but I was oh so fascinated and turned on by the action around me and I was dropping in more and more often as I worked up my courage.
I told my online buddy Andy about the place and what I had heard and seen from different visits. He shared some of his experiences and visits to similar cruisy areas. We’d talk about what we’d like to do while we stroked ourselves hard while chatting via one handed keyboarding. He was pretty fascinated by what I had witnessed in the washroom in my building, especially when I mentioned someone had written on a stall wall saying they were looking for juicy dick to suck around 6 am on weekdays. I wasn’t typically near the washroom in the morning but it made me horny thinking of what was happening at that relatively quiet time of day and what could happen if I dropped in.
For some reason, I was at work earlier one day and decided to drop in and see what was happening in the washroom. I opened the first squeaky door which by now I knew alerted anyone in the washroom that someone was about to open the second inner door. It was a perfect setup for cruising. I typically grabbed the middle stall so I could see or hear what was going on in the stalls on either side of me, plus you had a bit of a view of the urinals through the cracks in the door. There was one guy to my right in the other stall and I also noticed when I walked in that there was a young guy showing hard in the middle urinal with a “suit” quietly standing beside him.
The guy showing hard had a spectacular dick about 9″ or longer and didn’t seem at all concerned about covering up with a new guy (me) entering the washroom as he stood about a foot back from the urinal. He looked like he was probably enjoying having his tool worshipped and would wait patiently for things to pick up again with no shortage of guys, including the guy standing beside him, willing to suck him off. Once I settled in the stall, and someone else came and left, I heard the two guys at the urinals move over against the wall (out of the view of the stalls presumably) and I could hear the suit sloppily and hungrily sucking on the young stud’s giant cock while he quietly moaned. I was rockhard and stroking along listening to the action while the guy beside me finished up and took off.
The action continued on and off depending on traffic levels leaving me dripping precum and horny as fuck. At one point, someone entered the stall to my left and sat down with their suit pants around their ankles. It wasn’t long before I could tell by the shadows, reflection, and sounds that the new guy was jerking off. I was happy to have company and spread my legs and slid forward so that my 8.5″ dick was more visible via the reflective floor. Inevitably, when things were quiet outside the stalls, the guy next door started to watch me under the partition and coax me on as I stroked my shaft. I was so horned up by now, I was able to use a bit of spit and a steady flow of precum as lube as I edged myself. As with many public washrooms, the action had to take a break when things got busy, but would pick up afterwards once the coast was clear. I was able to check out my stall mate’s tool under the wall and get a better idea of who he was. He was probably in his forties, slightly overweight, but decent looking with a hefty hard cock in his fist. I briefly wondered if this could be my online buddy Andy but I figured it unlikely.
At a quieter point, he signaled me to move closer to the stall wall and I slid my knees under the partition with my cock and balls pushed as far under as they’d go. I heard him quietly say, “Oh yeah” as he slid his mouth around the head of my dick and began to suck and lick my straining rod as he firmly gripped my balls in his hand. He knew what he was doing and was bringing me closer and closer to the brink as he lapped at the precum dripping from my cock. I loved having my balls played with and he didn’t disappoint as he pulled and massaged them while blowing me. Part of me felt trapped pressed against the flat partition with his iron grip holding me in place but we did have to pause a few times and take a break when the door squeaked and someone new would enter. Each time he would release his grip on my nuts as I sat back on the seat but firmly grab me again as I resumed the position.
Washroom traffic was particularly light at one point so he indicated I should open my stall door so I stood up while he did the same and opened the door about a foot. No one else was around at this time other than a third guy in the other stall who was obviously stroking away based on the sounds coming from his direction. I finally got a good look at the guy who had been sucking me as he grabbed my rock hard cock in his hands with nothing between us and began to expertly jerk me off all while praising my tool. For the first time, I started to seriously consider that this guy was Andy. He hadn’t mentioned he’d be in the area and he also knew I was rarely in that early but it sure looked like him based on his description. Either way, it added to the thrill and soon after I shot several large spurts of of cum across his palm landing mostly on the floor, with a splash landing on his shoe.
We heard the squeaky door so both went back into our stalls with him leaving shortly afterwards after wiping my cum off his shoe. I pulled myself together and headed upstairs to work. In the back of my mind I was still wondering if it could have been my online buddy. We had never met so there was no way to know for sure and I held off logging on to my online community with a busy morning in the office. Eventually I did login and he immediately pinged me asking if I had been in the food court washroom this morning. I was instantly hard thinking to myself, oh my god, that was him! For some reason, I didn’t admit I was in the washroom.
I was still somewhat paranoid and hesitant to meet other guys in person but I also found it incredibly erotic knowing Andy was about to describe blowing and jerking this younger guy in a suit in the washroom downstairs in my building to the guy himself, without knowing it. He was horny as hell after the experience and did a great job of describing every moment and inch from his perspective while I sat at my desk hard as hell reading each word as he typed. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. At the end of his story, I told him wow, that sounded amazing and I wish I had been there to sample his skills. Part of me suspected he still thought it was me. I don’t think we had ever exchanged photos but we had described ourselves and had a good idea what the other guy looked like. I think he even said at one point, are you sure it wasn’t you, but I continued to deny.
Regardless, we continued to share stories including the hot bit of early morning action he had experienced in the washroom in my building. He wondered if he’d ever run into the guy again. We eventually fell out of touch as online technologies changed and I never did admit to being the suit that he sucked and jerked off that morning. On the odd chance he’s reading this, thanks for the amazing blowjob and handjob buddy.