Sam’s Gender Neutral Toilet Pt. 01

Author's note: the story includes vocabulary surrounding afab bottom genitalia. If you don't enjoy reading that, please don't read any further. The author is transmasc non-binary themselves and used an approach they enjoy themselves. No misgendering is happening.

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There he was again, sexting with a stranger while aggressively rubbing his junk. Since starting T a few months ago, Sam's libido has been through the roof. Because of that it has now become more of a habit than an exception that he would need to rush to the next gender neutral toilet on his university's campus to get himself some relief. That was also what was happening right now. Sometimes the urge was so big already that he contemplated going into just any bathroom that's nearby. But for now his need for a safer space was still a bit bigger - the gender neutral stall with all those lefty stickers on the walls providing it to him. Even though he couldn't really imagine wanting to get fucked more than in that very moment.

"You're horny again? - I'm sure I can think of some things we can do about that." - it read on the phone in his hand.

"There is hardly a situation where I'm not in the mood for sex at the moment, as you might have noticed already. It's almost a bit annoying - but not as much as not having someone ready, who fills my pussy in that second."

Three jumping dots appeared.

Sam was now going down further, immediately feeling the wetness reaching his underwear. Before starting to glide through his lips he pulled the trunks down a bit to spear them getting completely drenched.

Already being at it, he removed his crop top as well. There was just too much heat inside his body.

Now parting his lips with his fingers, a small moan escaped his throat - a mixture of his further growing horniness and the upcoming annoyance of having to wait for an answer from the other side of the screen. Another problem that wouldn't exist if he had someone with him in the toilet right now.

"Fuck, you're turning me on so quick too. But in the fashion of how I've got to know you in the last weeks, you're already some steps ahead of me, isn't that right? Show me your probably already soaked pussy you slut."

Now we are talking. In moments like these, Sam just needed the harder, slightly degrading language. He loved enjoying his non-binary transmasculine body with everything it had to offer. Not in spite of but because of every part of it. Therefore it was such a turn-on for him when people, in this regard mostly cis queer men, embraced his body likewise - without seeing him as a girl.

Sam's hand slowed down a bit and he opened the camera app on the phone. After playing a second with the angle while only using his still innocent second hand, he somehow managed to snap a good photo of his half naked body without showing his face. He still very much wanted this to be anonymous. Without further hesitation the photo was uploaded in their chat.

This time, he didn't need to wait that long for an answer.

"Oh fuck that's just amazing. You are so hot. And your hole is so beautifully wet already, just as I imagined it would be. Therefore it shouldn't be a problem to put a finger inside you?"

The up-and-down movement of his fingers had increased immediately again after sending the picture. Now with a smooth motion, one of those fingers found its way inside his cunt.

He felt the warmth of his body around it and was content that he could finally do that. But there was still no relief for his yearning to be properly filled.

"Are you feeling good? Are you enjoying yourself over there?"

Sam managed to type out something like "Mhhmmmmm" while obviously not stopping fingering himself.

"Oh, that's good. But still, how could I be pleased when I know that you are still so empty? Would you be so kind and put another finger into your pussy so that I know that your slutty hole is actually well taken care of?"

Fuck, stranger or not, this guy had understood pretty well what Sam needed to feel good.

While still reading through the message, he added a second finger. Now both of them were soaking wet. Deep inside him, curling his fingers, made him moan properly. This time, a person at the washbasin would definitely be able to hear him fucking himself.

Clumsily he typed a short "Sure dom" with his other shaking hand.

"Mhh I like it when you obey so well. I would give a lot to be able to fuck you for good in this stall right now. I'd fuck your pretty, flat chest against that cold wall. Watching you cum while playing with you would be so much fun..."

There was more text but Sam wasn't even able anymore to read through it all.

Living through this scenario in his head while fingering himself so vigorously, rubbing his small dick now, pushed him over the edge. A small noise escaped his panting mouth. With his eyes closed he finished stroking himself very very carefully to cope with all of the exploding sensations of the orgasm.

Being very happy about this pleasant intermezzo in his day, he released a small chuckle. He had already waited two hours for his break between classes to do this. Without this pressure inside him, he now felt very content.

Finally, he opened his eyes again that he didn't even notice he had closed in the first place. Finding his phone still sitting in his hand, he noticed the rest of the message still awaiting his attention.

"... I would love to find out if you're in person such an obedient pet as well. I mean fucking yourself like that in your university's bathroom midday... occupying one of the rare, treasured gender neutral toilets, at least shows me, that you really are a slutty boy the way I like them."

Now Sam was back in reality. This caught him off guard. Why would he assume that he was in university, in a gender neutral toilet even? He was sure that he had definitely never mentioned anything in that regard, trying to share as little private information as possible.

Three jumping dots again.

This time they caused Sam not arousing excitement but anxiety.

"I was already happy when you wrote me earlier but finding out that I could actually fuck you one day - wow that's hot. Made everything so much better. Only if you wanted to of course."

How considerate, Sam thought sarcastically. Trying to breathe through his elevated heartrate, he responded:

"Ha ha - you're so funny and not in any way creepy to write something like that to a stranger."

He didn't want to let such a thing go and just laugh it off. Invasive behavior was called out way too less, regardless of sexual context or relationship.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, maybe I should have approached the topic more sensitively. I guess I was just carried away by my own horniness and the situation, you know."

That's what Sam saw on his screen the very next moment.

He exhaled deeply, more calm than before.

"You're alright, thanks for considering my input. I'm not quite relaxed when it comes to jokingly talking about stuff like that. I was also very interested in staying anonymous throughout such hookups."

Three dots appeared.

Then they disappeared again.

Appeared... disappeared.

Some time passed.

Great, now he lost a nice virtual fuck-buddy, Sam thought. But whatever, these interactions lose their worth when inducing an uncomfortable feeling.

Sam saw the dots for a second, then they immediately vanished in exchange for another response.

"Ok, shit, I don't know how to approach this now. Maybe I shouldn't even say this but I would feel awkward to just say nothing about it and keep texting with you. And I enjoy our conversations way too much to just not talk to you anymore, even if I obviously know that we`re just texting casually and it's just a sexual thing. Anyways, with the risk that I'm screwing up everything now... I actually know where you are right now. I'm not trying to be creepy and I will never get in touch with you personally as long as we don't agree upon it of course. But we seem to be studying at the same university. I know these stickers in the back of the picture you've sent - in fact, I even put some of them there myself. I'm telling you this right now, so that there is no information asymmetry between us. I feel like you deserve to know this about me in the same way, as I know it now about you."

That was the first time Sam actually felt naked today.

So much about the safer space gender neutral toilet. Now exactly the thing that had made him feel comfortable here, was his downfall. Sam felt so stupid. People were always talking about how sending pics brought most people into trouble but he never thought that would happen to him. Obviously not showing his face, his location,... or at least that's what he had thought. He would have never imagined that the usual leftist stickers about gender anarchy, antifascism and raccoons would one day locate him in his hometown university.

With all those thoughts racing through his mind, he was putting his clothes back on, it suddenly felt wrong to be that naked on the toilet.

"Please don't feel pressured to answer me if you don't feel like it. I'm really sorry if I made this so much worse for you now. Please know that I want you nothing bad and would never do anything with the stuff you've sent me. Also - maybe I'm just projecting here but there is also no reason to feel shame or guilt about any of this. I mean, what are the chances that we not only live in the same city but also study at the same university? And nothing about what we did is shameful. All I can say is that we both seem to be pretty hot people :3. Also, I don't know who you are or anything about you, really, just to clarify that as well. Maybe I should have started with this."

He really seemed to want to comfort Sam. And it actually worked. He once again took another deep breath. He hadn't even noticed how he must have held it all this time. He thought another second about it all. I mean, what was really up with the fact that they lived in the same city? The university was quite big as well. There was no actual harm done and this now a bit less "strange" feeling stranger seemed to be a very considerate guy.

Feeling grounded again, Sam answered:

"Wowser, I was really freaking out at first, don't get me wrong. But thinking about it, I'm really glad you told me. I mean to be fair you really wouldn't have had to. It would have been your right to stay completely anonymous. Just because I'm not careful enough about what I'm sending doesn't mean you have to compromise your anonymity. But still, thank you for it. You're right. It would have been weird knowing - or not knowing in fact - that you know my location and that we're at the same uni without you telling me and just keeping it going. And especially thank you for how you've handled this conversation. I feel a lot less stressed out now. And yes, even with this knowledge and "oopsie" I still enjoyed our interactions very much looking back on it."

Sam almost felt a bit embarrassed for word-vomitting such a paragraph, a moment later he saw the reply on his screen.

"I'm glad you are ok again. I get your reaction. Nice to hear that it's not just me, who enjoys our "get-togethers" : D.

This message made Sam smile a bit.

"You have a great taste in stickers, I have to say^^".

"Thanks, without wanting to compliment myself, you seem to have as well xD".

Now Sam actually giggled a bit and sent a fitting emoji.

This interaction was nothing like what he had expected when entering the stall and opening up the app, but in the end, he was still very happy with how everything turned out.

Although it kinda pained him, time had progressed pretty much already so he quickly replied a last time:

"Hey, I have to go now, I feel bad being in here for so long already and I have to get going as well. Write u maybe later?"

When Sam read the answer "haha, get out of there already. Yes, I'd love to", he finally left the bathroom with a content smile on his face.

To be continued.