Gay Erotic Stories

His deep voice and warm breath on the back of my neck added to my state of arousal. My hunky husband put his big strong hands on my broad sweat-slick shoulders and ran his hands down over my sweaty bare chest to my nipples as he pushed his hard chest and thighs against me and pulled me back into him tighter. “Not bad scenery on the worst of days, Counselor, but you’ve outdone yourself today!” I said with a laugh.

We both stood that way, together, his fingers teasing my nipples, my cock growing in my sweat-soaked running shorts as his was against my ass through his. Both of our eyes were on the strapping shirtless stud who was working in our yard about fifty yards out from the window. The sight, added to the still-instantaneous excitement that came to each of us when our bodies were together, and the addition of the feel and smell of our sweat all combined to ignite us.

Dan Blake was the crew chief of the several men working out in the yard doing the spring cleanup. Oh, right – there were, in fact, six other men out there. But with Dan’s Adonis physique shimmering with sweat in the brushing of fur that accentuated his slab pecs as they bounced and rippled, I didn’t notice the others. Later, Jim told me that he hadn’t either.

I turned and pressed into my husband and ground my raging cock into his, our pecs pressed together, inhaling each other. We’d only just come in from a long run on a beautiful and unseasonably warm March Saturday, and I’d become distracted by the kitchen window while on the way to the kitchen for water. I desperately needed some and, without moving apart from my sweaty sexy man, I reached over to the counter where Jim had put out an already-open sweating water bottle for me and set his own empty down. I turned my head to the side, tipped it back and downed the water in a long series of gulps. “Ready for some more exercise, Counselor?” I mugged to Jim.

“Bring it on, Colonel!” he taunted me and reached between us and took a big handful of my sweaty stuff and gripped it tight.

I grabbed his ass with my hands and pulled him into me tighter and went in from the side and copped a long lick up his sweaty neck from his shoulder to behind his right ear. As always, my tongue on his neck, particularly behind his ear, made his cock twitch against me and brought that guttural groan of wanting from him that always stoked the fire in my nuts.

We kissed then. Hungrily, like two animals whose only drive was to mate. Neither of us moved away from the broad bay window in the breakfast room, neither of us caring that any of the workmen could be seen. Jim admitted later that he thought about it . . . and it made him even hotter thinking about them watching us.

I had my hand down the inside of his running shorts, my finger inside him already, as we hungrily devoured each other’s mouths. His hand that wasn’t around me was now inside my shorts, inside my jock strap and stroking my cock roughly, occasionally letting loose his grip on my cock to grip my big balls TIGHT enough to make certain there was no question whatsoever what he wanted.

I turned him and pushed him to the kitchen counter and roughly pushed him over it with one hand and yanked his shorts and jock strap down with the other. I was crouched and had my face buried in his sweaty furry hole and snaked my tongue into him, tasting my own seed from our energetic pre-run fucksession about two hours earlier. My cock throbbed harder at the reminders of our prior session, adding precum to the sweat in my sopping shorts.

“OH FUCK, Bill, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Jim exclaimed as I ate him. He was shoving his ass back into my face, grinding onto my tongue, wanting more. And I knew what he wanted.

I forced myself to give up the honeypot that was my husband’s fuckhole and got standing again behind him as I slipped two fingers into him. I managed to get enough of my earlier seed – he had an amazing ability to hold my voluminous seedloads inside him for hours – to fully slick his entry and have enough to slick my raging horsecock with it and mix it with my ample precum. “Jesus, Bill, FUCK ME NOW!!!”

And I did. I SLAMMED my horsecock into his hole HARD as he YELLED in the pain and pleasure he loved and craved. One thrust balls-deep and then I was POUNDING that hole HARD, DEEP, FAST. “OH FUCK YES,” we exclaimed in unison, couldn’t have been better synchronized if we’d been following a script.

I pumped that eager mancunt and he shoved it back into me, slamming into my pelvic bone HARD , grinding me into him deeper with every thrust. Both of our exclamations had escalated to unintelligible expressions of our lust and need. The reek of our sweat wafted in the air as our bodies ramped up and dehydrated us again.

We fucked that way, my hands on his sinewy shoulders, him fucking back as aggressively as I was drilling him. I felt his torso slide on the granite countertop, his sweat slicking the surface under him, and mine splattering off me as I slammed into him. And we were LOUD, as usual.

I felt my nuts begin the pre-blastoff over-boil and, momentarily, felt Jim’s ass begin to spasm around my invading cock as his yells went to the familiar cries he makes as he’s about to cum. And then he did, his body bucking wildly, his ass gripping my cock like an almost unbearable vise and the writhing threatening to emasculate me the grip so tight and the writhing and bucking so intense.

As it always did, that shot me over the edge, and I slammed into him impossibly harder and ground into him deeper as my nuts exploded and blast after blast my seed drenched his fuckchute deep.

When we finally began to regain control and our breath, his body slack across the island, mine collapsed over him, I suddenly had a reflexive sensation and turned my head quickly to the big window and caught Blake’s gaze. “We’ve had an audience,” I said softly, and Jim turned his head enough to see him, too.

We both laughed then, and that unsynchronized movement finally caused me to pull out of my husband. I looked down and, for the thousandth time, was stirred again by the sight of his gaping asshole and my seed running out of it and down his ballsac and thighs and some on the floor. He turned around and grabbed my greasy cock and with his fist squeegeed the cum off it and then brought it up to his face. After inhaling deeply of his palm, he licked it broadly, rubbed it on his face afterward and then he pressed into me for a cum-sharing kiss. The smell of his sweaty ass on his face as we kissed and the taste of our sex as we kissed kept us both raging hard.

“Act two for our audience?” I murmured against his lips?

We laughed together again, more a guilty giggle than a laugh. We both turned toward the window. Dan was gone. And then our giggle went to a full, loud laugh.

In the shower, talking about what Dan must have seen, how he must have enjoyed it if it had brought him into the bed of shrubs outside the window, in fact behind the shrubs and against the window itself and had him right there watching us went from funny to us to hot, and in the shower we both emptied our nuts again together, standing under the steaming spray, sucking face and furiously jacking each other until we sprayed the tile together.

Afterward Jim was making some breakfast, and I had washed down the wood under the island and the floor where his cumload had splattered and cleaned the counter of our sweat. I had my laptop and, I went to our security recording program to see just how long Dan had been outside the window. Fortunately (for us!) the camera on the eave at the corner of the house by the breakfast room was angled perfectly so that, without any effort, I saw Dan approach wide-eyed and then saw him unzip his cargo shorts and take out an impressive cock. “C’mere and look at this,” I said to Jim, turning the laptop toward him.

“A minute,” Jim said, intent on the omelets he was juggling in two separate omelet pans on the cooktop. He glanced over at me as he said it, but his eyes caught the laptop screen. “Whoa!” he said, momentarily transfixed.

“Yeah, whoa indeed,” I said appreciatively as I watched Dan drool spit on target and lube his big veiny cut cock with it as he jacked.

Jim broke his voyeurism and went back to the omelets just in time to avoid disaster; I will admit if I’d been the cook, we’d have been going out for breakfast . . . after the end of our yard man’s performance!

I wondered if he’d gotten off – Dan, that is; I knew Jim had gotten off, repeatedly! – before I looked up and saw him watching us. As the digital scene went on my mind replayed our scene in my head, hopelessly trying to synch Dan’s spectating to our action. Then I saw he was getting close by the way he more intently stroked that monster, how his veins were even more prominent in the shaft and how his head got huge. “The money shot may be coming,” I told Jim.

“Pun intended?” he laughed, as he slid the omelets onto two plates and looked over. “Whoa, he’s a big boy when he’s focused, isn’t he?” he said, appreciatively.

And as we both watched, our plates steaming, Dan’s eyes glazed over and his body started shaking and his streams of cum flowed. Nice long ropes of thick cum, against the brick side of our house. “Wow,” we said as one.

Then, startling both of us, he looked startled and quickly shoved his still hard slimy cockhead into his cargo shorts and zipped up and was away from the window. “At least he got off too,” Jim said.

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After breakfast we went out to talk to Dan and the crew. We’d planned on working with them, but they’d gotten there much earlier than we expected, had been there when we got back from our run before eight. And then we’d gotten . . . sidetracked. Well, so had Dan, though his workers appeared to have worked on through from what I could see from the security recordings I’d checked while we were eating.

We hadn’t bothered to put on shirts after our showers, knowing we’d be out in the heat again. Over eighty by the time we got back from our run; it had warmed more now, near ten. Dan was not his usual self when we approached, but he was professional despite his unease. I also caught his furtive glances at our near-naked bodies, too. Later, Jim said it was my imagination, and I just gave him THAT look. I didn’t bother reminding him what I’d done for over twenty years in the marines before I met him and that I was trained to notice EVERYthing.

And I noticed again, with more details at close view, how well put together our yard crew’s chief was. Light fur over well-worked pecs, awesome broad shoulders and big shoulder caps, both sets of ceps and big strong forearms, legs and calves surrounded a narrow waist, eight-pack abs. Dan was close to a foot shorter than I – probably 5’7” – but a perfect specimen of a “little guy”, particularly with a big cock on him like so many littler guys have.

“What do you say, Bill?” Jim was asking me.

To what? I was lost in my appreciation of our yard-man-cum-spectator and had absolutely no idea what Jim and Dan had been discussing, and my brain’s buffer was replaying way too slow what my mind had heard in the background and stored to cover.

“Never mind,” Jim laughed, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into him and laughing. “Sometimes the mundane things bore him, Dan. Don’t mind him.”

Uh, that hot man was neither mundane nor boring!

By then my brain’s replay of their conversation had caught up.

“Just---“ Jim started, but I interrupted him.

“No, actually, I’d prefer, if Jim doesn’t mind, that your guys come back and help us put in the bricks for the sitting area floor we’ve talked about over there in that stand of trees. We’ll work with you, but with everyone working, we can finish it in a day, particularly if you and your guys do the clearing and leveling so that we’re ready for the bricks when we go pick them up.”

Jim was looking at me like I was crazy. We’d talked about having a brick guy come and do the job, even though we planned not to have the brick floor done in concrete. But I knew that Dan’s crew did landscaping and paving stones as long as they weren’t doing actual masonry in concrete and with grout. “Oh, okay,” he said slowly.

“It’s a dirt base, right?” Dan asked.

“Yup – we just want the area over there cleared, a trough for the floor created and the dirt packed down and leveled and then the bricks put down in the trough. C’mon, we’ll show you,” I said, putting my arm around Dan’s sweaty shoulders like Jim had done to me, though I didn’t pull him into me, just moved him along as I started across the expanse of lawn to the copse of trees that had that perfect clearing in the middle. I turned around and looked at Jim, who was standing smirking at me. “C’mon,” I said and motioned with my hand.

Jim shook his head with a grin that said, “What the hell is he up to?” but he followed and caught up with us. Together we showed Dan the area and then the three of us threw around ideas as Dan helped us refine our plan until Jim and I were really excited. What was going to be a boring rectangle of space in the middle of the clearing among the tall trees was now going to be an irregularly shaped area that followed the shape of the clearing. And we were going to use several different types of bricks that Dan had shown us on the screen of his phone as we browsed and the plan evolved.

When we’d figured out roughly what he’d charge and agreed to it and found that he could do the work the following weekend as an unexpected cancellation in their schedule for the following Saturday had occurred just before we’d come outside, it had all become a done deal. “So,” Jim said, shaking Dan’s hand, “Deal. This is going to be much better than we’d planned, and it’ll all be done next weekend.”

I then shook Dan’s hand and added, “And Dan, why don’t you plan to send your guys home afterward and stick around for dinner?” I could feel Jim react, as he’d put his arm around my shoulders again after he’d shaken Dan’s hand. “That’s cool, right, Jim? We can grill some steaks and relax after a day’s work like we like to. There’s nothing like good meat as a reward for a job well done, is there?” I added, looking in Jim’s direction now and winking through my own smirk for him.

Jim’s mouth was open, and finally he closed it with a clumsy flop of his jaw, his lips smacking together. After a gulp, he turned his surprised face away from me and said to Dan, regaining some composure, “Yeah, that would be great. What do you say?”

Dan looked from him to me and back to him again. For my part, I was grinning like a cat at a mouse I was considering for dinner. When Dan took one last look at me, he noticed that, and his smile became the slightest bit sly, though not overt enough to be called on it if Dan (or I) had wanted to. “Good meat it is!” he said with a grin. “I’m definitely going to look forward to that. I have a big appetite, by the way, so you might have me wanting a,” and he paused long enough to give us each a look, “Double helping of that meat!”

Jim was the first to laugh, and he smacked my shoulder and said, “Well, I guess we have something to look forward to next weekend!”

And then Dan surprised us by turning a bit melancholy. “Yeah, thanks for that. Actually I’ll be alone because my wife left with my kids this morning. So I’ll enjoy being . . . out.” Jim and I both looked at him perplexed. “Yeah, kinda sucks, guys, but it’s what needs to happen. Now let me get back to work, and get my mind back on that. And thanks both for the extra work and for the invitation. I’ll really look forward to it.”

Jim spoke first, but it was what was about to come from me. “Dan, we’re sorry. If you want, why don’t we make that dinner tonight instead?”

“As much as I’d enjoy that, I think I need to do some adjustment on my own tonight.” Dan’s laugh surprised us then. “And honestly, if you guys are willing to listen to a guy whose entire life is changing, I need some time to build myself up to talk about the things I’ve kept inside forever, too. I’ll need the week to get comfortable with that thought, even though I know the two of you will understand. That is, if I’m not presuming too much by thinking I can talk to you guys. And if talking isn’t on the agenda, we’ll just stick to the meat! MMMMMM!” he grinned.

Somehow we both managed to say we’d look forward to both talk and having him for dinner, which I snickered at the phrasing, and Dan got an even broader grin from. As we were walking up to the house and Dan had headed back to his crew Jim said, “So, are you planning what I think you’re planning?”

I stopped abruptly and faced him. “Dan needs friends right now. I had no fucking clue about any of that. Hell I was still surprised by his interest in our mansex! And, sure, I was enjoying the teasing, but Jim, make no mistake: I had NO intention of anything other than dinner and a little teasing, maybe by showing him his video debut.”

“What makes you think it’s his debut?” Jim smirked.

“Good point. But seriously, I wasn’t jumping out there to line up a three-way or anything, Jim. No way; that’s not me, and that’s not us.”

Jim was quiet, and we started back up away from the bay toward the house. But he was too quiet. And, as has started to happen, our thoughts found each other’s out in the ether somewhere. “OK, plan B,” I said.

Jim started laughing before I even said it, the way he did when we’d read each other’s minds. “Plan B, then,” he echoed.

“Plan B is . . . let’s have fun next Saturday, whatever that fun turns out to be.”

Jim stopped this time and pulled me into him and kissed me deeply. It wasn’t until afterward that I realized that all of Dan’s crew had probably squirmed a little with our “display” – them I was sure were all straight, if from nothing else, just the way they gave off the vibes around us. “You’re perfect, Colonel,” my wonderful man said.

I beamed. And then I wondered. Perfect because I am open to a three-way with our newly separated, obviously not-quite-straight hunk of a yardman? Perfect because I intended to NOT have a threeway with said hunk? Perfect because . . . . Who the fuck cares? The man of my dreams, of dreams I didn’t even know I had, thinks I’m perfect. And that’s perfect for me!

Then again, I hope it’s that I’m perfect because I’m open to the three-way. WOOF Dan is hot!