I have submitted twelve or so stories under E Mail BlueJay@Juno. I no longer have that addy. This story is pure fiction but don't we all wish it were true. I used my imagination and direct my story towards a select audience of gays who like this subject. I certainly do not want kids under 16 to linger here. If you want to republish this in another location: please ask me.
"My Private Bathroom Show" (Part one of two parts)
I know as a reader as well as a writer that you want to get to the meat of the story and do not want descriptions of pretty sunsets or elaborate descriptions of people's motives. I will try to come through for you babe so you can get off and get to sleep.
To fullfill my promise I will go quickly through the background. My Dad owns a health club. It is close to a university. We give half price memberships to students. We get a lot coming here. They love our sauna and steam as well as latest machines and excellent free weights.
I am nineteen years old. I think I am a babe; at least I get looks when I am on the floor.
The routine of my father running this place, my going to school and helping out when I could ended abruptly. Dad died three months ago from a massive and unexpected heart attack. He was gone in minutes. I am the only heir (Mom died years ago). I inherited the gym and close to half a million bucks. I began to design some changes to the gym setup. Firstly I created a separate locker area for youth. This area had its own toilet. It was a simple one: a uninal and a toilet without a door. You could lock the outside door however. Usually if it was a pee trip, the door was left open. For a more serious trip, mostly they locked the outside door.
I can't tell you names or the address of the gym. For obvious reasons I could be arrested and jailed for a long time.
What I did was to create a large two-way mirror into the toilet. It was in the rear of a closet in my office. The rear wall opened to reveal the mirror and I could sit comfortably (except for my stiffy) and view the scene as through I was watching a large screen TV.
In the first week I began to notice things about my guys at their most private moments which surprised me. I saw that at most used their hand to push above their asshole to get the stuff out. I was also surprised how vocal they are. They hold their breaths, push and then expell it with a grunt and sigh. You would think they were having sex. I also noticed that sitting on the john was guy's time to check out their cocks. They looked closely to see if there were any new changes. This check up usually caused the said organ to swell. Almost all kids got semis on the john. Oh yes, they pick their noses and check out the poop before they flush.
At the urinal, which I can also view, guys with uncut cocks make a cock cleaning procedure by pulling the shroud over and swish the pea around before expelling it.
There was a knockout kid I see in the gym and I kept hoping I would see him in my gilded trap of a toilet. I guess he either used the main toilet or just waited until he got home. He was about seventeen, very tall, maybe six six. He had that lovely body where most of the height came from his legs. He was definitely slim but not boney. Rewards come to those who wait. I locked my outside door, peeked in to the bathroom just to see Bobby come in. That's his name. He was in his workout shorts and althetic top. He went into the toilet, dropped his shorts and sat down. His long legs were hairless and pretty strong looking. The distance from his knees to his hips was really long. He began the ritual I had seen before. His eyes seemed to get distant as he concentrated on getting those turds out. I could hear him grunting. Suddenly he grabbed a few sheets of tissue and half stood and placed the tissue behind him to catch the poops. He brought the treasure around to the front, check it out, smelled it. Wow. This really was catching this cutey in an intimate moment, proud of what he produced, perhaps regressing to his babyhood. He sat back down and held his penis down do as not to wet the seat and began pissing, long and loud. He was a real shaker. He appear to be very careful not to leave even one drop on the head.
He went to wash his hands. I closed the mirror door, unlocked my office and headed in the direction of the men's room just a Boby was emerging. "Hi Bobby," I said, "Everything good?" He nodded somewhat embarrassed I think, as though I knew what he had just done (Which I did of course.)
Later that day I was on the floor and noticed Key heading for my stage. I had always lusted after him. He was asian, of course, a little on the short side buy built beautifully. And that super smooth tan skin was fabulous. I guess he was about my age but looked a bit younger.
I got my setup working just a he entered my spider web. He locked the door and, to my delight, he stripped naked. That beautiful wiry pubic hair stood up over his pink, cut cock. Incidentally, it was not small. He got down on all fours and began to stimulate his cock. Then he lowered his shoulders so he could use the other hand as well which he used to tickle his ass hole. He began to breath heavily. He pushed a finger in his hole, began to simultaneously stoke his cock. His body rocked back and forth. I could hear his breathing getting loud. I think he was about to shoot when someone jiggled the door nob. He called out hoarsely, "I will be out in a minute." Whoever was there left and Key resumed his double self stimulation. Suddenly he gasped, rolled over on his back and began to fist his cock vigorously. In a moment he spewed milky cum on his coffee with cream colored chest. I guess it was a big cum because he just lay there panting. Finally he got up, wiped himself off, redressed and exited.
The next day which was only the second day my "theater" was in operation, I saw Billy, a real muscle god come into the room. He left the door open and sat down and proceeded to push and grunt. The door opened and a favorite kid of mine to ogle opened the door. He saw Billy on the john. "Oh, sorry."
"That's OK," says Billy, "If you don't mind the stink you can use the pisser. But lock the door." The newcomer, David was slim and blond, a bit gayish, I though but a beauty. He stood at the urinal which was placed so that he could see Billy legs and Billy, if he leaned forward could see David. David was defintely not yet peeing. He was fingering his dick and I and Billy could see it getting hard.
"Hope the smell isn't getting to you," says Billy.
"Truth is it's turning me on."
"You want a closer look?"
Dave left his cock out and walked toward the booth. Billy stood up. Dave slipped into the booth. "Go ahead, show me your hot shit," said Dave, breathing hard.
I could see Billy's ass with a turd just peaking out of his ass hole. Dave said hoarsely "Can I catch it."
"Sure kid, here it comes, knock yourself out." The turd dropped in Dave's open hand. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. He was in some kind of orbit, in his own world.
Finally Billy said, "Had enough? Hey want some piss." David nodded. "OK get down on your knees, here it comes." He spashed a long stream of very yellow piss into David's mouth. David swallowed eagerly. When the stream stopped, Dave moved over to lick the muscle boy's cock which began to length and thicken. "That's right pretty boy, such me off. I got a big load waiting. No answer from Dave as he filled his mouth with that big cock. He began vigorously sucking and moaning. "I'm getting close. Keep going. Be sure you drink it." Billy let out a large bleat and he began bucking his hips. Dave stayed right with me, drinking it all. Finally Billy had to push him off. "That's enough for today cock sucker. You can do this tomorrow again."
David looked up into Billy's face. "Can I kiss you." Billy snorted. "Be glad I gave you my cock. No kissy stuff or you won't see me again like this."
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This is the end of the first part. I hope I hit some of your hot spots. Things get hotter and more rauchy in the conclusion. Be on the net in a few days. Love Jay Roberts