Gay Erotic Stories

During my two year stay in the States, I rented a furnished trailer in a mobile home park located in North Florida. My immediate neighbor was a hot muscular Marine named Brad. He was married to a blonde southern girl named Debbie that worked part-time in the local diner. Brad was super straight, and like most rednecks did not hesitate to say so. He never guessed that I was into guys, since I was very straight appearing. I had to be, because of my profession. Brad was 28 years old when I first met him on moving in day. The reason I know, because on that particular day he was celebrating his birthday with a couple of Marine buddies. They were all sitting on the deck of his mobile home with beer cans in their hands. Brad waved his hand over to me as he noticed me carrying suitcases into my trailer. He introduced himself as my new neighbor and offered me a can of beer as well. I politely accepted the offer and sat down for a few minutes with the guys. Since I had a British accent, Brad was interested in where I came from. Unfortunately he was as ‘unschooled’ as he was good-looking, and couldn’t seem to grasp where Great Britain was on the map. One of his hobbies was working on his new bright red pickup truck. He would usually be bent over one of it’s fenders, looking into the motor or sprawled out under the vehicle on weekends. I enjoyed those days, because he usually had his shirt off, showing off his upper body. Since he also worked out with weights, he had a very well-developed chest and arms. He had his weight bench on the deck and my newly discovered pastime was to secretly watch him from my living room window while he was busy pumping iron. Brad was a hairy guy. He had short-cropped, almost black hair and always seemed to have a five o’clock shadow. He was one of those guys that no matter how often he shaved, it always looked like he needed to shave again. His muscular chest was covered with a rug of dark curly fur that trailed down, sensuously disappearing in his Military fatigues. His armpits displayed a thick patch of swarthy hair that would glisten with his healthy male sweat whenever he bench- pressed on the trailer deck. When it was warm enough to sunbathe, he came out one Sunday morning wearing mirrored sunglasses and a red, skintight, Speedo bathing suit. The first thing I noticed was how hairy his well-trained legs were. They were covered with the same dark curly hair as his chest. The material of the bathing suit stretched across his crotch, clearly defining what nature had blessed him with. He unfolded the plastic chaise lounge and spread himself out on it, with his bulging crotch facing my direction. I hurriedly grabbed my binoculars in order to get a better look. I focused the glasses directly onto his massive box. Damn, was it a hot view! He must have been cut. It seemed I could make out the ridge of his dickhead through the red spandex material. He suddenly grabbed his crotch with his right hand and adjusted his balls around. Did he know I was watching? In response to his rough adjusting, his dick began to grow hard in its tight container. Shit, I was hard myself at this point and decided to pull out my cock and give it a good massage. I continued to focus in on his crotch as I wanked myself off. Brad’s cock was erect at this point. He suddenly got up, displaying a pup tent and went back into his trailer. Either he was embarrassed about it or wanted to wank himself off. I waited awhile in hopes that he would return, but the wait was in vain. He didn’t come back out until after lunch. This time he was fully dressed in his fatigues. Debbie and Brad would fight quite often, usually on weekends. He liked to have a couple of his buddies over late at night to watch videos and have a few brews. Debbie was not always happy about the parties he threw. On this one particular weekend, she was quite upset with him. I could hear her yelling and calling him names--even though my windows were shut. I was already in bed and my lights were off, so I went to the living room window and peered out. I saw two of his buddies get into their car and drive off. Debbie was still in high gear as I observed her coming out of the trailer dressed in her waitress outfit. She got into the red pickup and drove off, cussing him for all she was worth. It was finally quiet, so I left my outpost at the window and turned the TV on to watch a late night movie. Suddenly there was a rap at my door. It startled me because it was close to midnight and none of my acquaintances had an invitation to come over. I cautiously asked who it was before opening and hurriedly slipped into my jeans. I was pleasantly surprised to hear Brad’s voice asking me to let him in. “Do you need something?” I obligingly asked him. “Yeah, man,” he answered, drawling from the drinks he had earlier, “Me and my old lady had a major fight. Can I spend the night here till tomorrow?” I was in full agreement and let him in. He flopped on my sofa with his legs spread wide open. This was like a wish come true, having him drunk in my living room. I went to the fridge and got us a six pack of beer. He popped the top of his and drank right out of the can, not wanting or waiting for a glass. “Damn,” he started, “That woman of mine’s a bitch! She hates it for me to have some fun with the guys.” “Yeah, that’s a bummer,” I added. My mind was dashing in all directions of what I would love to do to his body--if I could only get him in bed with me. I knew that this would never happen, because of his sexual preference only for women. “Where did she go to in such a hurry?” “Hell, she went to her mamas’ place.” Brad answered, waving his hand like he was saying goodbye to her. “She got mad ‘cause she came in from work and I had this fuck video on with this dude getting blown by this blonde bitch. I told her she finally could do the same to me someday. That made Pete and Dan laugh like hell ‘cause they know already that Debbie don’t do head.” “Damn, Brad, wasn’t that a bit insensitive of you to say that in front of your friends?” “Yeah,” he answered, “It probably was. But hell, I was so turned on by that film we was watching that Debbie come in just at the right time.” “Well,” I answered him thoughtfully, “I would apologize to her if I were you. That really wasn’t nice, you know. That would piss any woman off just coming in from work like that and you blurting out in front of your mates that you want a blow job from her. I’m not trying to interfere in your marriage, but, hey man, you need to try to be a bit more sensitive to your wife’s needs.” “Okay, dude, you’re right as usual,” he retorted back, “But that can wait till tomorrow. What’s on TV tonight?” “Nothing much, just this old horror film about zombies on this West Indian island.” “Shit, I don’t feel like watching that crap.” Brad looked at me with a sudden bad boy’s gleam in his eyes. “How about I go on over and get that porno video I rented. Shit, I paid for it. No need to waste it. You wanna watch a porno flick?” “Sure,” I answered nervously, “Why not!” ‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘What do I do now?’ I felt cornered. I would have to seriously try to control myself tonight. If word got out that I liked guys, I could lose my position and have to go back to England. I was trying to save up enough money from working in the US so that I could purchase a house back home. Brad came back after a few minutes absence and handed me the video. I pushed the cassette into the VCR and pushed ‘Play’. The film wasn’t too bad. It was about this bodybuilding guy with a large cock getting sucked by chintzy looking bleached blonde woman. The bodybuilder sat on a red velvet sofa, legs spread wide open revealing his massive erection. The woman was kneeling between his thick muscular legs, blowing him. “Damn,” said Brad, after the film ran for about five minutes, “Ain’t that hot what that bitch is doing to that dude?” I noticed that as he spoke, he began to rub his crotch in a provocative sort of way. I could see his long dick begin to snake down the side of his right thigh. I could feel a certain stirring in my own loins. He continued: “Ya know, that’s the whole damn problem between Debbie and me. Since we been married, she hasn’t blown me once. She just won’t give head. It’s against her religion or somethin’.” “Yeah, I understand what you mean,” I answered coolly. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the hard snake in his pants. It was fully erect by know and I could see a wet spot forming through the material where the head of his cock was. He continued to rub his penis through the dark olive green clothe. I don’t know how many beers he had had this evening, but it was evidently enough to loosen him up. I could sense a bit of courage creep up on me and I was already plotting my first move. “Would you care for something stronger then this beer?” I nervously asked, hoping that he would respond positively. “Sure, dude, whatta ya got?” “I have this bottle of Irish whiskey,” I answered, “brought over from the ‘Old Country’.” I got up and poured him a shot of whiskey. He swallowed it in one gulp, returning the shot glass for more. I politely obliged. “That’s pretty good stuff,” he exclaimed. “We can’t afford the good stuff. Got too many bills to pay.” At this point in the flick, the bodybuilder stood up and the woman remained on her knees. He was royally pumping his long hard prick into her mouth. Brad was more excited then ever. “Damn,” he exclaimed, “That’s fucking hot! Sure wish I could get blown like that tonight!” Did I hear correctly? He wanted to get blown tonight? I could feel a surge of nervousness burning in my belly. I tossed all rationality to the side. “Did you ever have a guy blow you?” I asked with a tremble in my voice. “Naw, not into that stuff,” he answered, “But I guess if I was horny enough and the time and place was right I might consider it. You know what they say: ‘any old port in a storm’.” He looked at me quizzically. “Did you, man?” “Well, we Europeans are a bit more open then you Colonials,” I retorted. I could feel the whiskey beginning to talk. “Yeah, I’ve had it done to me by a chap or two before. Guys can usually give better head then woman.” “Shit,” he answered, “You don’t say!” He looked down at his own turgid crotch. “Looks like I got me another hardon!” He was tugging at his swollen prick through the material. “Shit, when I get hard, I can’t fall asleep until I get my rocks off. Damn, what am I supposed to do now, buddy?” “Why not wank yourself off?” I answered. “What the hell is ‘wank’?” he questioned. “Sorry, mate,” I responded, “I forgot you Yanks call it ‘jacking off’, am I right?” “Uh, oh yeah,” Brad responded. “Naw, not really into that, would rather have a hot mouth on my dick. But what the fuck, there ain’t no woman here and I’m hornier then hell at the moment.” With that, he began to open his fatigues. I felt my mouth go dry and my stomach cramp. I couldn’t believe that I was about to see Brad’s equipment after all these mouths of fantasizing. I watched goggle-eyed as he undid first the belt and then proceeded opening all the buttons. I watched fascinated as he reached his big callused right hand into the opened trousers, trying unsuccessfully to pull his cock out. “Damn, I’m so fucking hard at the moment, I can’t get my dick out. You got to help me, buddy.” He lifted his hips off of the sofa. “Pull my pants down for me.” My hands were trembling as I reached over and started to tug his olive greens down his well-developed hairy legs. I worked them down past his knees until they rested around his hairy ankles. He sat there obscenely half-dressed in his regulation white boxer shorts. The purple colored head of his long cock was peering out of the right boxer leg. The slit of the white shorts was open. I could see a tuff of his dark rich pubic hair sticking out of the slit. I wanted more than anything to fall face first into his steaming male crotch. I could see a wad of white cream oozing out of the head of his dick, glistening like a huge diamond. I wanted to lick it off for him, to finally taste one of his elusive body fluids. “Go ahead, man, pull them boxers off of me.” He whispered hoarsely while lifting his hips up again, giving me permission to seduce him. I reached for the elastic band of the boxers and slowly worked them down. I wanted to savor this moment for all eternity. His thick black pubic bush was now in full view. It was an extremely dense growth of man-fur, probably the thickest I had ever seen up till now. “Go ahead, man, get them drawers all the way down for me,” he commanded. I worked the boxers down a bit further until the base of his thick white cock was exposed. I could see the beginning of a thick bluish blood vein hugging the thick shaft. I continued until his massive hard prick plopped out and slapped backwards with a dull thud against his washboard belly. Damn, he had the biggest circumcised prick I had ever seen and the bull balls to match! “Go on, man, lick my dick for me!” Brad must have been drunk enough by not care who sucked him off. I was obedient and took his hard shaft in my right hand. I stared at his rigid male member, studying every detail of it. The mushroom head was a swollen rich magenta color. The piss slit suddenly opened up and another copious wad of sticky pre-cum fluid gushed out. It drooped down in as a fat string, landing on my hand. I stuck my tongue out and finally tasted his precious body fluid. It was salty and sweet at the same time. I slurped the pre-cum juice into my mouth until my lips met his gaping piss slit. I flicked my tongue across the glands, titillating the head and causing Brad to beg for mercy. I noticed an odor attacking my nostrils. It was the stench of a real man’s unwashed crotch. The smell was intoxicating. It was a mixture of piss and old semen, probably from the night before when he had sex with his old lady. I opened my lips and engulfed the huge corpulent glands head. I wrapped my tongue around the spongy ridge and began to lingually masturbate him. Brad moaned out of the depths of his soul. “Yeah, do me, man, do me good!” I wanted to oblige as best as I could. He lifted his big burly hands and placed them on the top of my head, pushing my face down into his steaming raunchy crotch. I worked my mouth down the shaft, swallowing every inch of the fucker until my nose was buried in the dense rancid patch of Brad’s wiry pubic hair. It smelled of old male sweat. I began to gag. He held my face in his crotch, trying not to let me up. He began to buck upwards with his masculine hips, literally fucking my face like a woman’s vagina. I reached up with my right hand and grabbed his massive scum filled balls and began squeezing them. He liked it. He moaned even louder. I applied more pressure on his nuts. “Uh, yeah, yeah....” he breathed heavily, “Suck me, suck me, suck me!” I could feel his big bull nuts pull towards his body and knew that he was close to coming. The upward thrusting of his hips became more powerful. His groaning more guttural. I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could on his rock hard prick while pulling and kneading his huge hard balls. “Huh,” he moaned hoarsely, “Huh, I’m cumming!!! Shit, I’m cumming!” Suddenly, his huge horse prick erupted in spasms in my mouth. I could feel a burning hot liquid gush out of his turgid member into the depths of my throat, slam-blasting my tonsils. His dick spasmed violently. I pulled and squeezed on his testicles as hard as I could, trying to milk them for all they were worth. I couldn’t swallow as fast as he was pumping out his hot male semen. It began to flow out of the left side of my mouth and land on his left hairy thigh. With one last spurt, his cock released its final wad of healthy American baby-making juice. I savored the rich pungent taste and held his now spent USMC prick in my mouth. I could feel his member beginning to soften. I hated for this moment to end, but was secretly hoping that he enjoyed this blow-job so much that he would come back for more, now that he knew where to get it. I lovingly massaged his sperm drained testicles and sucked gently on his now soft penis. He was laid back on the sofa, eyes closed with a broad grin across his face. I let his prick slide out of my mouth, got up and sat next to him on the couch. The porno film had ended and the VCR started to automatically rewind itself. “Shit, man, that was great!” Brad exclaimed, looking at me still smiling. “That was the fuckin’ best blowjob that I ever had! You were fuckin’ right! Men do give better head then women!” “Glad to oblige, mate,” I answered, returning his smile, “Just an act of friendship between our two countries. You know, trying to repair the breach that the Revolution War created!” “Yeah, great man, but don’t expect me to return the favor. I’m totally straight, understand?” “No problem, mate,” I responded. “I’m offering to do it again anytime you need it, as long as you promise not to tell. I’ll deny it, okay?” “Shit, man, I won’t tell, promise! Can I still spend the night here, pal?” Brad asked, with his big innocent boyish blue eyes begging me not to say ‘no’. “I won’t tell, promise!” He added again. “No problem, my man,” I answered, patting him on his right thigh. He got up, pulled his boxers back up, took off his white Military tee-shirt and then totally removed his fatigue trousers. He looked great standing there wearing only his white regulation boxers and a pair of black socks. I wanted to fall back on my knees and rip those shorts off of his hard hairy muscular body and lick every inch of it clean. I wanted to explore every crevice and every crack with my tongue. But that’s another story. We headed towards the back bedroom. I felt the beginning of a great friendship!