Gay Erotic Stories

Once a month, I make a trip from the company offices to a regular customer in a small town about three hundred miles away. I dread it. The customer's a pain in the ass and it's anything but a "happenin' town." You can't even fly in there direct unless you connect and take a little turbo-prop, and you're never gonna get me in one of those little sardine cans. Flying coach is bad enough. The only way to make the trip tolerable is to drive. The road is nice and really scenic. You can do it in one day, but I plan for two and take my time. If I forget about the asshole customer, it almost becomes a mini vacation. This trip, however, was starting out miserable. It was hot, and the AC wasn't keeping up. I decided put the top and the windows down. At least, I figured, I could have a breeze. But the sun, heat, and humidity combined to make it feel like the wind of a blast furnace. I finally gave up and got a motel room in a little town. The tiny room air conditioner did it's best to keep me cool that night. Next morning, 7:30, and I was on the road again. Figured if I did my driving early, I might be able to get there before the afternoon heat. As I drove, I decided to take the direct road that goes straight north. It cuts several miles off the trip, but it's not as scenic, so I usually skip it. Today, I figured the sooner I get in an air conditioned hotel room, the better off I'd be. About halfway, there is another little town. When I got there, the day was starting to get pretty hot again. I pulled into a little dairy treat store on Main Street for a snack. It was already busy with morning customers. As I walked to get in line, I noticed a young man walking from the other direction. He looked to be a couple inches taller than me, and really nicely built, probably 190 pounds or so on a 6'1" or 6'2" frame. He was wearing cutoff denim shorts with a gray colored tank top hanging from the waistband on the side. Around his waist was a tool belt, and he wore heavy construction boots with white socks. I scanned his beautiful chest as we approached each other, then looked into his handsome face. His light blue eyes locked onto mine. I nodded a good morning and he responded in kind. When he broke the bond between our eyes, he didn't look away, but rather looked down at my body and, I swear to God, I thought I saw him glance at my crotch. I, of course, followed his lead and did the same. We got to the line about the same time and I motioned for him to step in front of me. He nodded thanks, and did so, and I continued surveying him from the rear. He had blondish-brown hair and a broad, tanned back that glistened with sweat, and then my eyes moved lower. The waistband of his shorts (and underwear, where it was visible) was also sweat-soaked. He must have already put in some good hours of work morning. I looked at his shorts and imagined the very nice, firm-looking ass that was inside. Below that, his legs and thighs were solid, muscular. He looked to be about twenty years old. If it seems like I was noticing a lot about this kid, well, I do that when I'm on trips away from home, especially when the wife hasn't been too cooperative. I haven't had any action lately; even last week's trip to Indianapolis had been disappointing. A couple minutes later, a lady came down the sidewalk pushing a baby stroller. Since the line we were in crossed the sidewalk, I moved forward to give her space to walk through. Taking advantage of the situation, I pressed a little closer to the young hunk in front of me than was actually necessary, so that the back of my hand and wrist pressed solidly against his butt. He turned and looked at me. His blue eyes registered some surprise but I didn't notice annoyance. He opened his lips to say something but I cut him off. "Sorry about that," I said. He looked a little longer. "No problem," he finally replied. A minute later, it happened again, and I had to make room for somebody else. This time, I turned my hand around so it was the palm of my hand on his ass. He didn't move, so I didn't take it off right away. For two or three seconds, I left my hand there, adjusting my body position to make sure that our two bodies hid the contact from others' view. The kid still didn't move. Didn't move forward, didn't turned around. He didn't move at all. I squeezed just a little with my fingertips and his ass muscles tensed. I squeezed again and held it. The kid still didn't move until the customer ahead of him stepped forward to place his order. I couldn't take my eyes off the back of the kid. There was no doubt he enjoyed my hand on his ass, and very likely, he'd enjoy a lot more, if we could work it out. My dick began to stiffen. Just then, my kid stepped up to the counter and ordered three hot dogs (hold the onions), a large fry, giant Coke, and a large cherry shake. A growing boy, evidently. I was sure, though, that he could pack it away in no time at all. When he had placed his order, he stepped aside and I placed my order, the largest raspberry sundae they make. While we waited for our orders, the stud stood beside me, glancing quite regularly in my direction. One hand hung at his side, the fingers alternately clenching and then relaxing, as if he was anxious to have something to hold onto. My sundae came before his mid-morning meal, and I stepped around to the side of the building and joined the other folks who were eating in the shade. There was only one table and it was full, so I stood. A minute later, the kid came and joined me. He put his food on a ledge and we watched each other eat. I lingered after I finished the sundae. Several others left the area as they finished and, while there were people standing a ways off, we were the only ones left in the immediate area. "Gonna be as hot as yesterday?" I asked, opening the conversation. "God, I hope not," he responded. I walked toward him and dropped my empty cup in the wastebasket beside him. "You work near hear?" "Couple blocks down." "How's it going?' "Pretty good. We'll be finished in a couple of weeks." I looked at the boy who was beside me. It's rare that I get a chance at somebody as young and as hot as he was, and I hoped I wouldn't blow it. I glanced at the dark circles of his tits. He followed my gaze and brushed an imaginary bit of dirt off his well-built chest. Then I looked at his crotch, and it was clear that his shorts were packed tighter than they had been when I first saw him. Discretely, I put my fingers out and touched the bulge in his pants. He pushed his hips forward just a bit, and I rubbed him up and down along the side of his fly. A tiny "mmnn" escaped his throat. There was no longer any question what we both wanted. "How long's your break?" I asked. He shrugged. "Whatever." "Where can we go?" He didn't answer immediately, but I looked around and spotted a little roadside motel down the street. "How about there?" He grinned, and we arranged to meet there in five minutes. I got a room and was waiting with the door open when he came down the street. I put my hand on his firm ass as he entered the room. When I had closed the door, he turned to face me. "My name's Kenny," I said. "Steve," he replied, and put his hand out as if to shake mine. "Not so formal, Steve," I said as I took hold of his wrist and placed his hand on my crotch. "Let's get to it." He started rubbing me, tentatively at first, then with increasing vigor. I put my hands on his shoulders, then dropped them down and massaged his chest. "Oh, god," he moaned, "I can't believe this." By then, my dick was hard as a crowbar, and Steve was sensuously stroking the ridge in my shorts. I unzipped my fly and looked at the stud. "Take it out," I whispered. His fingers fished inside my shorts and boxers and pulled out my fuckstick, then held it gently as his thumb rubbed clear, gooey precum around my swollen purple head. After a minute, he looked at my face. I could tell he wanted to say something, but the feel of my dick in his hand, combined with the feel of my hands on his tits, had clearly overwhelmed him. "Make ya' wanna do something?" I said softly. "Oh, yeah, man. But ..." "But what, boy?" He was silent for a minute. His hands kept stroking my meat and I tweaked his stiff tits. Looking down, he said, "I never done this before." "Want me to show ya' how?" I asked. He looked up at me. I placed my hand on his crotch and pressed firmly and felt his hard meat jump. He unbuckled his tool belt as I freed his other tool, pushing his pants and underwear to his knees. His cock stood firmly at attention and I rubbed the underside of his shaft with my fingertips. Then I looked at him and our eyes locked. "I wanna suck it, boy," I breathed. He glared at me with eyes that had seemed blue before, but were now an ecstatic shade of green. I pushed him back and he sat down on the bed. After turning on the room air conditioner (the heat was pretty intense, in more ways than one), I dropped to my knees and slid between his muscular legs. Taking hold of his throbbing fuckrod, I brought it to my lips and covered his cockhead with my smooth tongue, then thrust it down my throat. Steve gasped as I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft and then pulled back, creating a suction that I knew from experience was gonna drive him wild. He moaned fantastically and put his hands on the back of my head, pushing himself into me. But I really didn't need encouragement. By the third stroke, I had his delicious cock firmly and completely in my mouth. Once we'd reached that point, I slowed things down a bit. Without ever removing his cock, I began to caress and massage other parts, like his firm thighs and belly, and of course, his balls. I reached down and untied his boots, removing them from his feet as I continued suckling his throbbing manhood. I then slipped off his socks, shorts, and underwear, so that he sat fully naked before me. Then I started removing my own clothes. Steve helped me pull my shirt over my head and I stood up, slipping out of my shorts, boxers, and sandals. Once again, Steve took hold of my throbbing erection. "God, it's awesome," he muttered. "I never touched a guy before." "Lay down, then, baby," I urged. "I'll make sure your first time is the best." He scooted back, then lay down on the bed, his legs spread invitingly, and I took my position between his thighs. Slowly, I slid my hands along his hot skin toward his groin as my lips hovered, teasing, just above the tip of his fuck meat. At the same instant my fingers reached his balls, my tongue flicked out and lapped up a big drop of clear juice that had oozed from his cock-slit. The salty taste turned me on (it always does) and I attacked his beautiful rod, pressing it hard between my lips and his firm belly as I licked and sucked frantically on the underside of his shaft. Steve moaned like crazy as I worked him up and down, thrashing about on the bed as I drove his dick wild with ecstasy. On one trip down his awesome length, I decided to go even further and I sucked one of his delicious balls into my mouth. "Mmmmnnn, oh god, fuck yeah!" he screamed deliriously as I rolled his nuts around in his satiny sac with my tongue. His spread his legs even further and lifted them, grabbing his knees and rolling back to give me easier access. As I switched from one hot ball to the other, my index finger stroked lightly along that tender ridge of skin that runs from the back of the balls to the asshole. "Oh my fuckin' god!! Yesssss!" he hollered as I pleasured him beyond anything his young body had ever before felt. Then, "My asshole," he gasped. "Touch ... my fuckin' ... asshole!" My fingertip slipped down to the puckered entrance to his fuck tunnel and brushed lightly over his boy-pussy lips. "Like that?" I teased. He rolled back further, his delicious hole now staring me in the face. "Harder, man! Harder!" he shouted. I happily complied and pressed two fingers firmly against his twitching hole. Then, as he was enjoying the sensation, I suddenly thrust my middle finger hard into his fuck-chute. It came so fast that he offered no resistance, and I sank four inches deep immediately. He yelped and his sphincter clamped tight, but by then it was too late. I was finger massaging his smooth inner walls, and I didn't want out. I looked up at Steve's face and it was clear that he didn't want me out, either. He alternately looked down at me and then gazed ecstatically at the ceiling, reveling in the feelings that I was giving to his ass. I brought my mouth back to his crotch and began licking once again at his tender ballsac. Our earlier frantic pace gave way to gentle pleasuring as my fingertips, lips, and tongue calmly stroked his most erotic spots. "You like that, baby?" I asked. "Mmmmnnn, oh yeah," he replied. I pressed my index finger alongside the one that was already inside him and his hole opened up to accommodate both. Before long, the thumb of my other hand made its way there and my three fingers stretched his lips wide. He looked down at me. "You gonna fuck me?" "You want me to, don't ya," I replied in a statement, not a question. The desire was obvious in his voice. "Yeah, I really do." I pulled my fingers out of his ass and pushed my face against his sweaty skin, my tongue reaching out to lube his fuckhole. He moaned and moaned as I thrust my tongue inside of him, leaving plenty of spit at his back door to ease the entrance of my raging boner. Then I pulled away and knelt on the bed between his spread thighs. I squeezed my cock and gobs of clear goo oozed out, which I spread along my shaft. Then I told him to spit in my hand and I added his saliva to my rod. When everything was nice and juicy, I put the tip of my cock against the entrance to his love tunnel. "You ready?" I asked. He didn't answer, but he closed his eyes, then nodded. I pressed firmly against his cherry ass until my swollen helmet slid inside him. "Ah, fuck!" he screamed as I stretched him beyond what even three fingers had prepared him for. "It's O.K. boy, just relax. You'll get used to it." And by the time I'd said it, it was if it had already happened. His face relaxed, his eyes opened, and the look in his eyes told me he was ready for more. Slowly and surely, I slid my big dick into his hot, moist fuck hole. He grimaced a coupled times but never once told me to stop or slow down. Soon, I was in all the way. My balls pressed against his ass and my pubic bush tickled his balls. We held still for a moment. Then he said, "God, that feels nice." "Fuck, boy," I replied, "we ain't even started yet. You think that feels nice, wait till I really fuck ya." His moan indicated he was ready, and I pulled my dick back a couple short inches, then slipped it back in. His eyes opened wide and I did it again. "Oh, baby, that's hot!" he breathed as I rubbed my dick back and forth across his prostate. I did that until I had to go harder; I felt my orgasm beginning to build and I wanted to shoot off hard and deep in his virgin ass. He gasped as I thrust harder into him and I watched precum drool from his hard dick onto his sweat-slick abs. "God, man, that is so fuckin' good. Fuck me good, man, do it! Do it hard!" That's exactly what I was doing, and we were both loving it. Suddenly I felt my cum boiling, and I knew I was about to spurt. "You close?" I gasped. "Fuck yea!" "Think you can cum with my dick in your ass?" "God, yes!" he moaned, and reached for his dick. "No, man, don't touch it," I commanded. "I wanna bring you off." I grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the bedspread as I continued pummeling his horny asshole. Two, three, more times deep in his hole, and he was moaning to high heaven. "Here it cums, baby! I'm gonna shoot!" Just then, he blasted a big thick load of creamy jizz onto his chest, splatting right between his tits. The sight of his brought mine out, and I shot my load into his hot, tight ass. "Fuck!" we both screamed in unison as scalding cum blasted from our cocks, draining our horny balls. Once it was done, I pulled gently out of his ass and we collapsed into each other's arms. For several minutes, we caught our breath, then finally began to speak. "You ought to get back to work," I said. "I don't wanna leave, man. Don't make me leave." Of course, I wasn't gonna make him leave. He called his boss, said the heat was getting to him and he couldn't get back. We spent the rest of the afternoon together, me teaching him all he'd always wanted to know. When I had to leave, he came with me, stayed for a couple days. Now, every time I make that trip, I've got something else to look forward to. Interested in a story exchange? kents11@hotmail.com