Gay Erotic Stories

Bill was a handsome twenty-something and something of an exhibitionist. He kept himself in good shape and sunbathed nude whenever possible in order to avoid tan lines. But most of the time that he went out to the beach or to some public pool, naturally he’d have to wear some kind of swimsuit to avoid the risk of being arrested. So he went shopping every spring for the latest styles, and hopefully something that would show off his well-toned body to the maximum. This year, when he arrived at the mall, he went straight for the high-class department store he always liked to shop in. Browsing through the men’s section, he noticed a really cute salesman watching him. Once, when he looked up, and noticed the salesman downright staring, Bill winked at him. He noticed the salesman blush and duck behind a display. Got him, thought Bill. So, rather than wait for the salesman to gather the nerve to come up to him, he grabbed two suits, one a standard pair of trunks for more conservative venues, and the other a skimpy bikini-style. He walked right up the salesman and asked where the fitting rooms were. Now, Kyle was the salesman, and he’d been keeping an eye on Bill ever since he walked into his department. He noticed Bill’s unruly sandy blond hair topping a face that could easily grace the cover of any magazine. But mostly, he noticed his chiseled body under his tight black t-shirt and faded blue jeans. When Bill asked him where the fitting rooms were, Kyle honestly hoped to be able to sneak a peek at this Adonis in some skimpy suit admiring himself in the mirror. Little did he know that Bill had plans for showing him much more. “Right back here, sir,” said Kyle, indicating the area behind the cash register. “Pick any room, no one’s back there right now.” “Just what I wanted to hear,” said Bill. Kyle didn’t quite know what he meant by that, but liked the sound of it. A few minutes later, Bill came out of the fitting room wearing only the pair of conservative trunks, and stood before the big three-way mirror in the middle of the fitting room area. He called Kyle over to ask his opinion. Kyle immediately noticed Bill’s physique was everything that the tight t-shirt had promised, and more. His tan was even, his skin smooth, and his chest was dusted with the just the lightest sprinkling of dark blond hair. As he looked lower, however, Kyle could see the hair got thicker just where it dipped down into the waistline of the trunks. His legs were equally appealing, muscular and defined, with that same dusting of dark blond hair. Kyle wished that he could see more of those legs, but the trunks were almost knee-length. “I think they look great on you, sir,” Kyle said, and then startled even himself by adding: “But wouldn’t something a little shorter look better?” Pleasantly surprised at his own sudden bravery, he stepped forward and pulled one of the legs of the trunks up a few inches, admiring the view in the mirror. “Oh, yeah. That looks much better. Don’t you agree?” “I’m glad you think so,” said Bill. “Come in here and I’ll show you something more appealing.” “I’d be happy to help you with your buying decision, sir,” said Kyle, now grinning from ear to ear. They stepped into the fitting room, where Bill immediately shed the trunks to reveal that he already had the skimpy bikini on underneath. Kyle inhaled sharply to see those chiseled thighs, and when Bill turned around to show Kyle the back, he gasped at the sight of Bill’s perfect, round ass, every bit as tanned as the rest of him. “I guess you get a lot of sun in something as spare as this, huh?” “Oh, I often get a lot of sun in even less.” Bill reached his hand over Kyle’s shoulder and shut the door to the fitting room. “Most people think I look best in nothing at all.” Bill put his thumbs into the waistband of the bikini and shoved it down quickly, kicking it into a corner. He now stood completely naked before Kyle. “Don’t you agree?” Kyle made a little whimpering noise, possibly thinking about losing his job if found in a situation like this, but not really caring. Bill had a perfect cock, eight inches of beautiful flesh hanging between those tanned, defined thighs of his. And Kyle did indeed observe that there were no tan lines at all. Hanging beneath were a pair of big balls, sheathed in a rich carpet of that same dark blond hair that crawled around his dick and on up his flat belly. “Yes, sir, I definitely prefer you this way myself,” said Kyle as he stepped forward, and tentatively gripped Bill’s swollen cock in his hand. Bill let his eyes roll back and moaned, “Do what you want. I know you want me, and I like fulfilling people’s fantasies.” Kyle leaned forward and kissed Bill deeply. From his lips, he moved down Bill’s neck to his chest, where he sucked on and gently bit his nipples. All the while, his hand never left Bill’s dick, which he worked with all the expertise of a frequent masturbator. He moved his mouth further down, licking the little crevice between Bill’s six-pack, until his mouth found what his hand had been playing with. He took Bill’s now fully erect cock into his mouth, and moved his hand down to play with those heavy balls. His other hand found its way to Bill’s ass, where he began kneading those perfect cheeks. Bill began breathing heavily, and pushing his pelvis gently against Kyle, face-fucking him. Kyle then began probing Bill’s asshole with his finger, and felt a nice, tight sphincter, just begging to be filled. He pushed first one finger, then two into bill’s waiting ass. Bill moaned again, and shot a load of hot come into Kyle’s eager mouth. Kyle drank down every last drop, savoring the tangy flavor of it. “Fuck me,” Bill said. “I know you want to.” Kyle responded by kissing him again, filling Bill’s mouth with the taste of his own cum, while he undid the belt of his trousers. Bill pushed Kyle’s blazer off and onto the floor, while Kyle pushed the waist of his pants and boxers down, revealing his own dick. It wasn’t quite so large as Bill’s, but Kyle knew that it would be more than enough to satisfy Bill’s desire to be fucked. “Let me lube that up for you,” said Bill, dropping to his knees in front of Kyle. He sucked Kyle off like a pro for a few minutes, while Kyle’s head lolled around on his shoulders. Finally, he stood up and turned around, presenting his ass for duty. Kyle obligingly slid into Bill’s tight asshole, eliciting another moan from Bill, and one from himself for good measure. He pumped in and out of Bill, while Bill worked his own cock up to full erection again. Just when Kyle announced “I’m gonna cum!” Bill shot his second load all over the fitting room floor. Kyle emptied the biggest load he could remember up Bill’s ass. He supposed they had probably made a little too much noise, but as Kyle got dressed again, he figured he didn’t really care. He watched Bill pull on his faded jeans (no underwear, he noticed, and the thought of it got him hard again), and wondered if he’d ever see Bill again. After Kyle rang up Bill’s purchase of both suits, he noticed that Bill had written his number beneath his signature on the charge slip, along with a little note: “See you again soon!” But that’s another story.