Pile of Shorts - 750 Word Project

I would like to express my thanks to my editor RF Fast who helped me produce this story. It was written for the 2026, 750 Word Challenge, details of which can be found in LITEROTICA NEWS on the landing page.

Below the **** line is exactly 750 words.

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"You can touch if you want."

I looked at the man standing next to me in the urinals with horror but was speechless as he had read my mind.

"I saw you looking," he laughed as he pulled his foreskin back to reveal the purple head of his substantial cock.

I wanted to run. I was a straight married man with two lovely children. In my 40 years of life, I had never touched another man, but recently the fascination had started. Late at night I would read gay porn and watch videos, masturbating, then be disgusted with myself afterwards.

"You know you want to," he laughed and I could see he was fully erect and timidly I reached out with my left hand.

"Ah you are married," he said seeing my ring, "Your first time?"

I nodded dumbly. I had found this place in the cruising section of a gay website, recommended for casual hook ups. It had taken me weeks to pluck up courage yet after just a few minutes I was being picked up.

He reached out, taking my cock as I started to work his, manipulating me quickly to full hardness.

"But what if..." I croaked finally finding my voice.

"...comes in," he said finishing my sentence as I nodded sheepishly.

"Oh, they would probably watch...maybe join in," he laughed.

His cock felt huge in my hands, much bigger than my own, though perhaps that was my imagination. I wanted to grasp my own to compare but instead I worked my hand up and down eliciting groans of pleasure from him.

"Suck me," he said firmly. Looking at him in shock, wanting to deny him, yet I dropped to my knees in the surprisingly clean toilets still grasping his cock.

I looked at it, studying it, as I had never been this close to a cock in my life. I could see a pearl of pre-cum had formed in the slit that threatened to drip down as it grew.

"I don't know what to..." I said but my words were cut off as he presented his cock to my lips then into my mouth. The first thing I noticed was the salty taste, not unpleasant but alien to my taste buds. I started to take him deeper, sucking him as I always wanted my wife to do to me.

"You are a good cock sucking slut," he groaned as he stroked my hair in encouragement moving his hips gently.

I concentrated on giving him as much pleasure as I could ignoring the nervous butterflies in my tummy as I went deeper making myself choke a little.

He bent, lifting me under my arms before looking into my eyes, "I am going to fuck you now."

"No," I uttered but, in my head I was screaming yes. I wanted to be one of those men in the videos, to be taken and fucked.

Leaning against the window bars, I imagined people walking past just beyond the frosted glass, unaware of what was about to happen to a 40-year-old virgin.

The cold gel on his finger made me yelp but he soothingly murmured, "Just relax, you will be fine."

His finger worked inside me, delving deeper until he found my prostate making my cock jump and jerk with excitement. As one finger became two, I moaned as I gradually became ready for him.

His fingers withdrew and I heard the ripping of a condom packet as he prepared himself. With a steadying hand on my back, he placed the head at my opening and gently pushed. I could feel the pressure then the sudden burst of pain as he entered me uttering soothing words as I whimpered.

"It's so big," I groaned as he pushed deeper.

His strong hands gripped my hips as he started to fuck me at a greater pace. My knuckles were white on the bars as I braced, the pain slowly turning into pleasure. As his speed increased, I could feel my balls swell and with a loud moan my cock spurted onto the tiled walls, evidence of my perversion.

"You lovely slut," he grunted and with wild jerks he unloaded into the condom in a series of uncoordinated thrusts.

Having finished he withdrew and moments later I heard the door open and close as he left, leaving me with my trousers around my ankles. My ass was throbbing and I knew I should dress but instead I stayed in position for the next.