Gay Erotic Stories

His name was Joe. We had worked together at a local fast food restaurant in our small hometown. Even though I had often fantasized about Joe, an incredibly beautiful brunette with soft brown eyes, I never thought he would be interested in anything more than a plutonic relationship. But then, one night... Joe and I had to stay late and close the restaurant one evening. Joe, being a shift manager, had a key to the restaurant and the office in back, where the money was kept. After the restaurant had closed, and Joe and I had finished cleaning up, he called me back to the office, where he was counting the restaurant's earnings for the night. "What is it, boss," I asked jokingly, when I arrived at the office door. "Can you give me a ride home tonight," he asked. "My sister borrowed my car." Anxious to do Joe any favors that he asked, I readily agreed to his request. He thanked me and I went out to the parking lot to have a cigarette and wait for him while he finished counting the money. I saw him turn out the lights and come out the door, locking it behind him. As he approached me, he reiterated his gratefulness to my agreeing to give him a lift. "No problem," I assured him, as we got into my car. "I really appreciate this," Joe repeated. "You're a great friend." Even though what he said wasn't exactly "inviting," the way he said it was. I could tell by the tone in my dream boy's voice that he was more than thankful, and not just for the ride. Apparently, Joe could sense my interest in him, because the next thing I knew, he mentioned that he forgot to lock the office door in the building. He asked me if I would go in with him when he checked it. I agreed, and we went back into the restaurant. When we arrived at the office door, Joe took out his key and unlocked it. "I thought you said you forgot to lock it." "Oh, is that what I said?" Joe replied, gazing into my eyes. "I guess not," I uttered softly. "I must have misunder..." The next thing I knew, Joe had grabbed me around the waist and started kissing my neck passionately. His soft breath on my neck and chest stopped me mid-sentence. All I could think was that I must be dreaming. Here I was, late at night, nobody else around, and the man of my dreams kissing the nape of my neck. I reached down and pulled his work shirt over his body, revealing one of the most beautiful V-shaped torsos I've ever seen. His dark-colored, rock hard nipples accentuated his muscular, smooth pecs. After admiring his upper body, I reached for his belt and unbuttoned his pants. His hard 7-inch cock poked out of his silk boxers, and seemed to reach for the sky. I got on my knees and started to suck on his prize-winning pole, all the while keeping my eyes focused on his expression. His face was suspended in a state of pure ecstasy . His eyelids were fluttering as I deep-throated his thick piece of meat. I felt his hands on the back of my head, pushing his manhood deeper and deeper into my throat. I sucked his cock for about three minutes when he groaned loudly and shouted, "I'm cummmming!" I kept my lips wrapped firmly around his dick and when he shot his load, I greedily swallowed every last drop of his tangy sperm. After Joe had recovered from our sexual encounter, he suggested we sit and rest on the couch. That night, Joe and I sucked each other off and fucked each other numerous times. When we finally left the restaurant, it was about 4:30 in the morning. The breakfast shift would be there in about 15 minutes, so we decided to call it a night. The sun was starting to peek through the sky when we got in my car and left. I pulled up to Joe's house and wished him goodbye. He gave me a subtle wink and staggered inside to bed. I can't wait until the next time we close together.