Gay Erotic Stories

The nine adolescent creatures, and their patient adult keepers trudged up the white stairs to the Temple. Our weekend excursion almost was over. I cut left to the rest room. At the middle urinal, I was poised for furtive glances to the right and the left. Only one reality: this was neither the time nor the place for anything. Nevertheless, I remembered my former lover's line: "I thank God every day for my eyes." He took the space to my right, just as another cute guy stood to the left. He was my age, and handsome. I looked at his face; he looked at mine. He lowered his eyes to catch a glimpse of what my hand held, and then beyond me to what was happening at my left. He smiled at me, when our eyes met again, and showed me an admirably-sized cock. Since my clerical collar was obvious, my face reddened in pace with my hardening penis. The man to our left completed his task and left. In a moment, the place was invaded by grade school boys. I zipped up, shrugged my shoulders, and walked away. He followed immediately, placing himself between me and the door; his eyebrows raised the question. I pointed to the booths, and we quickly noted the large size and relative privacy of the handicapped toilet. We entered. 'Lincoln' touched my clerical collar, and again his eyes asked a question. He pulled me close and hugged me. "All the good guys are married, one way or another," he whispered. He hunched down and began to bllow me. I was nervous as hel and more than a little excited. I knew I wouldn't come for him, like that. When I took my turn on him, I reminded myself how much I enjoy sucking on a handsome guy's hard penis. He was much larger than I and provided me a challenge. When I asked him not to come in my mouth, he giggled, whispering that he couldn't finish there--in the Lincoln Memorial! We stood touching each other as we quickly jacked ourselves off, both coming abundantly on the floor. I held him briefly--momentary timelessness, just beyond ecstasy. We kissed each other's cheeks with hurried words of thanks. Lincoln asked me if I lived in the city, and I shook my head 'no'. The eyes said how sorry we both were. It all happened quickly. As I left, I passed three of our adolescent creatures and one of their keepers on their own way to the rest room. My colleague's wearied effort at humor--"It feels good when you really have to do it, right?"--brought a grin to my face. My handsome fellow--passing just at that moment--glanced with amusement, his puzzled eyes asking yet another question.