Gay Erotic Stories

Stories to tell…There are always such things, which make friends come together with a cup of coffee or a cold beer. This story of mine is not one of them. It is one of those secrets best kept as a secret, which however bring feelings of warmth and fondly memories back. I like to surf on the net quite often. Especially during small hours when all is quiet. And yearning gets high. Chat rooms are my favorite. Talking to strangers makes the adrenaline run high too. You are safe with them and yet you can experiment in the riskiest possible way. It was one such encounter that brought adventure into my life. During one expedition into the chat rooms, I came across a guy using the nick ‘pdc’. We started talking with the usual introductions and after a while I got sleepy so I said goodbye and left my e-mail ‘in case he wanted to keep in touch”. And he did. He started writing small, cute messages every now and then slowly that built up my curiosity to meet him in person. He said he was engaged to be married and was considered by people as a good looking. I had not met anyone from net in person before, but with pdc it all sounded so sweet. I enjoyed corresponding with him, albeit for petty things like ‘how was your weekend’. This correspondence spread over two months or so. And in one such exchange of correspondence I gave him my phone to get in touch. And he did, quite unexpectedly. One afternoon, the phone rang and the voice said “hey there, this is Jim”. My correspondent identified himself as Jim, 26 years old, living in a nearby town (about 50 km from my town) This call breathed in a new life into our relationship, which developed through short conversations on the phone and the e-mail. We were talking about every day stuff, nothing exciting even though his e-mails were full of hot comments such as ‘I dream of you even if we have never met’ and the lot. Underneath these chats however the desire to meet in person was growing. Then quite unexpectedly one morning he called to say that he would be in town in the afternoon and that he spared some time and how about a coffee. It was fine with me and we arranged to meet at a side street by a set of known traffic lights. He would be in a red double-cabin truck he said. He had never spoken of his profession and this truck was the only hint that he was in some kind of manual business. I got to the meeting point with a nervous stomach, I did not know what to expect. Besides, I was feeling down at the time and did not have confidence in my looks, I had been away from the gym for one month and even though I was well toned up, I did not feel I looked like my old self who attracted significant interest at the beginning of the summer. October time was not doing me any good. When I approached he was there. Waiting patiently outside of his red car, which was clean and masculine as he was. I felt my stomach pounding. He was tall and good looking, in a pair of blue jeans and a checked shirt, hiding his eyes behind a pair of sunglasses. I approached with my car and got out. He looked my way and then looked away, but then he saw the car, which I had described to him earlier on the phone and turned again towards my side. “Gaud”, I thought, “he is examining me and he is going to turn me down,” I thought. But then, in a split of a second, I picked myself up and thought out loud within my head “stop that, if he finds you of his taste, fine, if not, goodbye, it’s a matter of tastes, nothing more. Remember the hungry looks you have amassed these past couple of years when you decided to look after your appearance!”. This thought made me good, ‘cause I walked right up to him and shook hands in a firm way and asked how things were and what he liked to do. Coffee someplace? … My place? I tried to hide the yearning in my voice for a positive answer and I was so glad to hear him say ‘Let’s go to your place, to chat without any interference!’ My place it was. Now I had time to observe him in detail. Jim was taller than me, well built by nature, his pair of jeans fitting him so fine. He was slightly toned and by the looks—hairy-chested. He wore glasses. He was good looking after all. He said he really liked my decoration. I asked about his place, his life. He said he had been engaged for a year and was about to move in his own house. ‘It’s okay, you know married life and all that, but..sometimes you have this thing inside you that cannot be quenched in this married life, it’s not very nice maybe but that is the truth’ he commented. He was not showing to feel guilty about expressing his need of gay sex despite his marital status. ‘Of course it is not the business of anybody to judge anybody else, but I know what you are saying, it is a pity that the situation is as it is, but it is also a pity not to hear this voice within you’ I was trying to be neutral but I was not really. He was sweet and seemed honest but for the first time in my life I admitted to myself that I was not in the mood of allying myself with anybody, especially a stranger, all I could do is be human and fair if it ever came to an exchange. I could give and I could take. Full stop. Then there was silence. “You are shy, aren’t you?” he said and smiled. I was but hated to admit it. I smiled back. And then he moved towards me. He took my hand and caressed it. Soon his hands were all over me. And his lips too. That made me unleash my desires, which had grown since I had met him. I responded back. He was hungry. “What do you like?” he said. “Games. I like games” my reply. “Then let’s play” he smiled. He was lovable indeed. ‘Why don’t you show me what you hide underneath your clothes then?’ I challenged him. He smiled and started taking his clothes off. He was hairy all over but in a ‘tidy’ way. He had a naturally beautiful body. He approached and started unbuttoning my shirt and belt. He was touching my cock which was getting excited. “Wow” he exclaimed. “I definitely want to see what’s underneath your pants. We dragged each other to the bed where we caressed and kissed each other all over. I was devouring his belly button and nipples and he was moaning. It is so beautiful to see a man melt from your actions! Before we knew it we were sixty-nining. Then I dragged him out of bed and led him to the kitchen. “What’s on your mind?” he asked “You will see” I replied. ‘Do you like yogurt?” “I do” he said. “I bet not the way I will feed it to you” I went on and I opened a jar of fresh cold yogurt from the fridge. I put his cock in the jar and I could see he did not believe his eyes! He had a thick cock of good size. I was sliding the jar up and down his cock. I made him fuck the yogurt! Then I took his all white and creamy cock in my mouth and then in my hands. He was ecstatic. I jerked him off till he came. His load was shooting on the kitchen floor. He then said ‘it’s my turn’ and he covered my erection with the creamy stuff and blow jobbed me and then jerked me off. “Yogurt will never be the same again’ he laughed.