A Pile Of Lemons: Sexual Stories

The Camp Bathroom

It was around eleven o'clock at night as I stumbled out of my camper and headed to the restrooms. My mum was asleep so I had the freedom to use the men's room. This was a rarity and I wasn't about to let it slip by and feel uncomfortable. As the lights turned on I saw that there was another camper in there. He was about my age but a little older, faint stubble dusted his jaw and chin, his dark hair was messy and unkempt as if he hadn't fixed it in days, the tight dark shirt he was wearing left very little to the imagination for it clung perfectly to his toned chest, and he looked much taller than I was but that is a simple feat as I stand at a mere 5'2.

 Then he caught me staring. 

He turned towards me after tucking his cock away and smiled, "Like what you see huh? I don't particularly mind what you've got going on either."

An alarm started going off in my head screaming YOU'RE TRANS HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT YOU HAVE BOOBS AND A VAGINA THIS IS BAD VERY BAD HE COULD BE A PEDOPHILE. I just stood there, frozen as my anxiety took over. I didn't know what to do or say, there was a damn sexy guy checking me out. It wasn't long before my nipples got hard and the shape of my breasts were able to be seen in my loose shirt. Shit! I thought He can see my dirtypillows! He only seemed to be more interested once he saw this. I wasn't sure if he was genuinely interested in me or if he was just curious about my genitalia but gods did he make me aroused with that rough voice and strong looking hands.

"I see you might be in the wrong bathroom, I'm sorry I thought you were a guy."

Great, he thinks I'm a chick. Well, I can't blame him, he doesn't know. I looked up into his dark brown eyes and caught myself fantasizing again. 

"I-I'm a guy... J-just not equipped with the parts," I stammered, "I'm Jack."

I sheepishly ruffled my short hair and became interested in my scuffed converse high tops. He lifted my chin up and I saw his brilliantly white teeth shining down at me.

"My name's Justin. Don't be scared, Jack, I was like you once. I just recovered from a phaloplasty and used a urinal for the first time. If you want I can show you how it looks."

I nodded, a very stupid choice but I couldn't help it; he was so kind and damn I wanted to see and hopefully feel his dick. He just laughed and pulled me into a stall before undoing his pants. As he pulled them down I could see the scar where the shaft met his pelvis. Slowly, I reached my hand forward hoping he wouldn't slap it away, and he didn't. I pushed the waistband of his boxers further down before slowly running the tips of my fingers along his cock.

"Can you feel that?" I asked quietly, genuinely curious as I planned on eventually getting a phaloplasty.

 He took my hand and guided it to the tip before wrapping his hand over mine, guiding me as I anxiously stroked his cock.

His eyes closed as his head tilted back, "fuck, that's it. Just like that, handsome, don't stop."

The encouragement helped to soothe my anxieties, allowing me to speed up as I became more comfortable. Justin's deep moans echoed through the empty building, his hips bucking and thrusting into my fist. I allowed myself to kneel and slowly circle the head of his cock with my soft tongue before taking him into my mouth, coaxing a whine from his chest as his fingers entangled themselves in my hair. My breath was shaky and my thighs were becoming soaked. I needed him and I needed him now.

I pulled my mouth away with  a pop, "Justin, please, I need you. I don't care if we ever see each other again, just please let yourself bury that hard bone in me."

My lip quivered and I gave him my softest puppy dog eyes, my hands resting on his thighs. Justin took a moment to think it over, cock jumping and twitching all the while.

"Alright, but you're the one who offered."

He pulled his jeans up and buttoned them, the thick denim doing very little to hide his hard on. Justin reached his hand down to me and helped me up before leading me out of the bathroom and to his truck parked nearby. He opened the door and lowered the back seats, creating more room and a good surface for us to use.