Gay Erotic Stories

I was driving down Interstate-45 from Dallas on an overcast Sunday afternoon, heading for home in Houston. About an hour from my destination, I decided it was time to stretch my legs a bit, hit the restroom, and maybe pick up a soda for the road. As I eased into the rest stop, I noticed a few cars and 3 or 4 18-wheelers parked in the lot. It was not a particularly busy travel day. I got out of my car, made one lap around the parking lot for a little exercise, then headed for the men's room. I've always found highway rest stops to be exciting, in a sexual fantasy kind of way, although I have never had any experiences to validate that feeling. And today was no exception - I was the only one in the men's room at the time, and I only saw a handful of weary, tourist-type travelers milling around. Certainly not the kind of environment that sexual fantasies are made of! I decided to check out the vending machines, and at least get a Coke for the rest of my trip. As I headed for the bank of machines just outside the rest rooms, I noticed a rather nice looking man making a selection from the snack machine on the end. Or at least trying to make a selection. He had just inserted a few coins, and obviously hadn't gotten what he wanted, jiggling the coin-return lever, and lightly beating on the side of the machine. I looked over and chuckled. "I feel your frustration; usually that kind of thing only happens to me." He looked up at me shyly and gave me an adorable half-smile. "Oh, no.... I could retire on all the change I've lost in these things over the years", he replied. The man wasn't what you would call model material, but there was a handsome shyness about him that was turning me on. He was not a tall man, maybe 5'8" or 5'9", about 175 pounds - kind of a wrestler build. Definitely in good shape at one time, but now a few pounds over his ideal weight. I guessed he was about mid-40's, wearing tight blue jeans, a western-style shirt, and a straw cowboy hat. He had dark hair, a thick dark moustache, and piercing blue eyes. He tried another vending machine, this time successfully, as I made my selection and turned to walk back to my car. Turns out he was walking in the same direction, so I slowed my pace, turned, and tried to make converstion. "Where are you heading?", I asked, pulling the tab off my can of soda. "Ugh", he groaned, "don't ask. Have to make it to Corpus Christi by tomorrow, then turn around and drive back to Kansas City without much of a break. I've been on the road for the last 5 days as it is. That's my rig over there. He pointed to the 18-wheeler at the end of the parking lot. "You're kidding", I replied. "I didn't have you pegged as a trucker." He explained that he'd been a trucker for 25 years now, and couldn't imagine doing anything else. "Hell", I said, "I've never even seen the inside of one of those cabs; don't know a thing about a trucker's life." "Here, come on", he waved, "I'll show ya the inside. You have a minute?" I eagerly followed him to his truck, where he bounded up the ladder, opened the door, then hopped back down to the ground. "Go on - hop up and take a look." I grabbed the rungs of the ladder next to the door, climbed up a few steps, and peered inside. I honestly had never seen anything like that before and was fascinated by all the instrumentation. As I asked him a few questions, he came up behind me on the ladder. As soon as I felt his body against my back I lost interest in the truck, and felt a little stirring in my crotch. His face was just over my shoulder, and as he pointed around the cab, I noticed that he had rolled up his sleeves, exposing nicely-developed forearms, covered with a sexy dusting of dark hair. With my peripheral vision, I noticed him looking at me, so I turned my head and met his glance. He gave me that cute little half-smile again, as I felt his body press a little more firmly against me. Why don't you hop in," he asked. Sounded like a great invitation to me, but I hated to leave our present position; I was reveling in the closeness of his body. I got up into the cab, and he followed me in one quick bound. As I entered, I noticed the compartment directly behind the seats. There was a bunk that was much larger than I imagined, and soft lighting that actually made the enclosed space inviting. "Wow, you sure have a nice little home back here", I said. "It's really not bad after a while," he replied, "but it sure gets lonely. I appreciate your company, actually. You're a very attractive guy, if you don't mind my saying so. Glad you struck up a converstion with me." "Me, too", I replied. "Thanks for the tour of your rig. I don't mean to hold you up - I know you have a long trip ahead of you." "Oh, you're not holding me up; I was gonna take a little break anyway. I just called my wife before I ran into you, and she always gets me a little horny when we talk. Thought I'd kick back a while, watch a video, and jerk myself off. I don't mean to offend you, but I'd sure like it if you'd join me." My cock immediately felt a twitch and rush of blood. I couldn't believe what was happening. "Haven't fucked my wife in over a week," he said, "and I sure do need to pump off a load". With that, I told him I'd love to stay for a while. "But we don't need a video," I said. We were seated on the bunk now, and I ran my hand over his thigh. He put his arm around my shoulders and pushed me back onto the bed with his hand on my chest. As soon as he got me on my back, he kissed me passionately, our tongues exploring each other's throats. His tongue went crazy - all over my mouth, lips, face, and neck. This man was the most passionate guy I'd ever kissed, and he was in a frenzy that told me he hadn't had sex in quite a while. He slipped my t-shirt up to my armpits, and began licking and kissing my hairy belly, working his way up to my chest, devouring each nipple with his soft but hungry lips. I moaned loudly as his thick moustache brushed a trail around my torso that left me quivering. He had already thrown his cowboy hat onto the seat, and now got up on his knees, straddling my hips, his hands running slowly, yet firmly over my chest, his fingers raking through my chest hair and over my nips. His eyes stared intently into mine for a while, then went back to admiring my torso, while his hands explored my stomach and sides. I reached up for his shirt as my hands worked each button very slowly, taking time in between each one to massage his chest. His pecs were firm and developed, with just a trail of hair between them, cascading all the way down over his belly to his belt. A patch of dark hair encircled each hard nipple. He sighed softly as I kneaded his pecs and lightly teased each nipple, finally allowing one hand to gently massage his belly, while my other hand twisted a bit harder on his right tit. This seemed to set him off again, as he yanked my shirt up over my head, throwing it onto the floor. He lay back down on me again, crushing me with his body as he tongued my mouth deeply once more. Our chests felt so good rubbing together, and we started to grind our crotches into each other now. In our passion, I worked him out of his shirt, threw it over the seat, and wrapped my arms around his naked back. My hands roamed feverishly around his smooth back - kneading, massaging, and squeezing his shoudlers. I felt him lift his body a bit, so I took advantage of the situation and rolled him onto his back. He started growling now as I nuzzled my lips into his neck and licked my way down his chest and stomach. His cock felt so hard inside those jeans, so I worked the belt open, unbutton the jeans and slid them down over his hairy legs. Yanking his boots off, I threw the jeans to the floor and stared hungrily at his huge erection through the white briefs. It had to be at least 8 inches and growing larger by the minute, now that those restraining jeans were history. I lowered my mouth to his briefs and moistened the fabric with my eager tongue. Running my tongue from the base of the shaft all the way up to the mushroom head, still encased in the briefs. In a matter of minutes, the underwear was soaking wet, both from my saliva and his own copious secretions. I grabbed the waistband of his short, and as he lifted his hips, I gave a quick yank to finally expose that gorgeous, twitching cock. The underwear discarded, I immediately went to work on his balls. He had a very hairy crotch, and I lapped at the sweaty sack with an eagerness I hadn't felt in a long time. This guy was turning me on to the n-th degree, and I could tell he was thoroughly enraptured in what I was doing to him, moaning incessantly. It wasn't long before his entire crotch, from knees to navel, were dripping wet. My mouth had lubricated his cock, balls, inner thighs, and we were working up quite a sweat to boot. He sat up abruptly, saying, "I can't take this anymore. Your jeans have got to go!" So I lay on my back, as he proceeded to remove my pants as I had done to him. He was on his knees now, between my legs, both of us completely naked and glistening with a fine layer of perspiration. He couldn't take his eyes off my body, and took his time admiring my hairy torso, generous cock, and now my hairy ass, too, as I rested my legs upon his shoulders. As his left hand held onto my calf, his other hand began to massage my asscheeks, fingering my crack and hairy hole. Now I'm not usually a bottom, but I wanted this hot man to fuck me in the worst way. I squirmed passionately as he probed my ass with his thick index finger. "You're ass is gorgeous, man, and I sure do need to fuck a tight hole. What do you think about that?" "OK, but with a dick like yours, you better take your time - give it to me slow. Let me sit on you," was all I could say. With that, he rolled onto his back, jacking his well-proportioned cock with his own fist. He reached into the drawer, pulled out a jar of lube, and proceeded to massage the cream onto his shaft and head. "No you don't," I winked. "Let ME do that." I dipped a few fingers into the slippery cream, and started at the base of his shaft. I kneaded and milked his cock firmly from base to tip as I erotically applied the lubricant. He was obviously enjoying the rubdown, and his groans became louder as he finally muttered, "Don't make me cum yet. I want to fuck you, remember?" I backed off a little, but continued to massage his inner thighs and belly. Reaching into the jar again, I lubricated my own hole, and generously applied the cream to my own ass crack, and around my sphincter. I grabbed his slippery shaft with one hand as I lowered my body to his cock. I teasingly rubbed his mushroom head around my asscheeks and crack, letting him feel my tight rim. Then, with a wince, I felt the head penetrate my ass. I froze in this position for a minute, flexing my sphincter muscle as I clenched the rim of his cockhead, with very slight up and down movements. He practically cried as I lowered myself onto his well-lubricated dick. The fullness inside me was incredible, but felt so fucking good! Once I had lowered myself to the full extent of his cock, I slowly began to rock back and forth, my slippery ass cheeks sliding luxuriously over his pubic area. My hands explored his chest, nipples, and shoulders. I picked up the pace over the next few minutes, until I was sliding up and down the full length of his thick, veiny cock. His hips bucked to meet my every movement, and his head rocked back and forth on the pillow in sheer pleasure. My hands were now all over his torso, giving his sweaty, glistening body an erotic rubdown. I actually was enjoying the fucking so much, that I decided I wanted to be pounded a little harder. "Let me lay on my back" I ordered. "Whatever you want, baby", he grunted. He shifted his weight to the side, and without losing any of that delicious cock-to-ass contact, rolled me onto my back, rose to his knees, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. Then he started thrusting..... slowly at first, sensually and softly easing in and out of my hole. Then the strokes got deeper and more frenzied. Soon he was ramming that monster to full depth, with hard, pounding slaps against my asscheeks. It didn't take more than 10 or 12 of those deep, hard jabs to get me to my erupting point. The prostate massage was just too much, and I unloaded a trail of cum from my belly all the way up to my chin. Jet after jet of creamy discharge sprayed across my hairy torso. My fuck-buddy felt my anal sphincter spasm as I unloaded my nuts, and that proved too much for him, too. He growled loudly as he lunged his cock all the way in, and I felt the torrents of his ejaculation inside me. He was grabbing onto my thighs tightly, jerking his head back and forth, and screaming obscenities. When the intensity of the orgasm subsided, he slowly withdrew that long, thick dick, as slowly and lovingly as he had entered me. He fell onto me and we kissed passionately, our chests sticking together with cum and sweat. We both fell asleep in that position and awoke about an hour later. There were no shower facilities at this rest stop, so I had to drive home to Houston smelling of sweat, semen, and satisfying sex. If didn't bother me, though. In fact, by the time I got home, I was hard again just thinking of my trucker friend, and jerked myself to another screaming orgasm in the shower. I'll never see him again, or even know his name, but he taught me a lot about a trucker's life on the road.