Gay Erotic Stories

CONDOMS CLUTTER EROTIC STORY LINES, BUT ANYONE NOT USING THEM TODAY IS A FOOL. THIS STORY, AS ALL THE OTHER IN THIS SERIES, IS PARTLY FACT AND PARTLY FANTASY BASED ON THE AUTHOR'S PAST. He had settled in to his new teaching job and felt he needed something to keep him in shape physically. Since his classes were divided between two campuses, he took to going to the gym in the middle of the day. Early mornings attracted the die-hard fitness nuts; evenings were for the young swinging crowd. The gym crowd at mid-day was an interesting assortment. Some were healthy specimens who gave up lunch to fit a workout into a busy day. But many were second shift people whose evenings were never free. One of these was Joe--a fascinating specimen to say the least. Joe was probably in his early forties. His once strikingly handsome face was still good to look upon. Black curly hair behind a receding hairline indicated a once really full head of hair above still sparkling blue eyes and flashing smile. Joe worked out hard seven days a week and his powerful body showed it. He had the largest arms the professor had ever seen and the tattoos on his arms had obviously been applied when the arms were much smaller. A patch of black hair formed a triangle in the center of his big chest and a dark line of hair descended over his six-pack abs to branch out into a lovely bush above a respectable cock and hefty balls. The professor was fascinated by watching Joe. Joe maneuvered his way around the gym floor trying desperately to make out with the ladies, but he always seemed to strike out. He wore no wedding ring, and the tattered clothes he wore to the gym gave further evidence of the lack of a wife. In the locker room he seldom showered, but usually wiped himself off with a towel and headed home. He did have one unusual characteristic, though: he frequently stripped off all of his clothes except a tank top and strutted around the locker room bare bottomed. Most guys would parade bare chested with underwear covering their "privates." Joe was very friendly with everyone including the professor. He worked at a local automobile factory and drove a sporty red and black blazer. He knew that the professor looked at him and seemed to enjoy being looked at without doing anything overt. Once when they were in the showers together, Joe did seem to spend more than the necessary time washing those beautiful privates and the professor did feel himself swelling in an embarrassing manner. One day in early January, a snow storm blew in off the lake while they were working out. The professor saw that Joe, as usual, was trying his best to make out with one of the girls but making no progress. Joe left without showering and was gone several minutes before the professor left the building. When he got out to his car, he noticed Joe's red and black Blazer parked next to his own car and the windshields of both were covered with snow. As he sat in his own car, he glanced over at the Blazer which had backed into the parking space putting the driver's side windows of both side by side. He saw Joe leaning back on the seat and his hand was making an unmistakable up and down movement. The professor's heart began to pound. He wasn't sure why, but he had been more attracted to Joe than to any of the more glamorous specimens around the gym. He loved to watch that firm butt parade around the locker room just a little bow-legged so that the heavy balls swung between the legs. Joe's smile reduced him to Jello. He realized that Joe was looking at him and, with his head, signaling that the professor should come over. He left his car, moved to Joe's window, and saw that that beautiful cock was indeed fully erect and being stroked. Joe rolled down the window. "You been wanting this. Get in. You got it." The little professor hurried around the other side of the SUV and hopped in. In the time that it took him to climb in the passenger side, Joe had dropped his pants to his knees. "Come on. Eat me. I'm hot." He needed no encouragement but lowered his lips eagerly to the blood- gorged, throbbing piece of meat. He stuck out his tongue and began to twirl it around the already pre-cum smeared head. He felt very brave and slipped his hand under Joe's tee shirt to fondle the chest he had admired so long. Joe's hands came down on the back of his head and forced his face down on the hot cock. As he gave one of his best blow-jobs (and he was quite experienced by now), Joe began to thrust forward from the pelvis. The professor quickly took advantage of this movement to work his other free hand under Joe's butt and then worked his finger into his asshole reaching for the prostate. Joe's whole body began to thrust wildly and he cried out in pleasure. Then he jammed the professor's face down on his prick as he shot a huge load into the professor's throat. They remained in that position for several minutes. Then Joe pulled him off his cock and quickly pulled up his sweat pants as he said, "Wow! I ain't never felt nothin’ like that before. I always wondered what it would feel like. Now keep your mouth shut about this and get out." In the weeks that followed, the daily workout routine continued and Joe smiled and nodded at the professor as he had done before, but no reference was made in any way to what had happened on that snowy day. Then Martin Luther King Day arrived. As they neared the end of their workout period, Joe approached the professor and said, "Follow my Blazer when we leave here. I got somethin for ya." There were no classes that day. It was a holiday. So the professor followed Joe's Blazer to a large apartment complex. Joe parked first and started into one of the buildings. The professor scampered to follow. Joe led the way to the cheapest apartments on the top floor and entered one. It was a mess. Clothes strewn everywhere. No sign of a woman's touch anywhere. Once in. Joe closed and locked the door. He turned to the professor. "You guys do all kinds of things beside suck pricks don't ya?" "Yeah, I guess." "There things you want to do to me?" "Yeah, I guess." "Okay, it's a stupid Monday holiday. I got nothin to do. No work today. You got some privacy. You got me as long as you make me feel good. Go to it." "Could we...could we take a shower together?" "Sure. I usually do when I get home from the gym. Don't like all them fags gawkin at me there. Nothin’ personal. In here. Grab some towels." So they went into the bathroom together and took off their clothes and got into the shower together. Joe just stood there and let things happen. The professor shook all over with excitement. This was a dream come true. He ran soap all over that beautiful body lathering every square inch lovingly. He lusted after the huge erection as he washed the cock and low hanging balls and worked the soap in the puckered asshole of those perfectly formed buns. He was embarrassed somehow by his own throbbing erection. Soon he was so aroused he could restrain himself no longer and dropped to his knees to worship the thrusting cock with his lips and tongue. He gave those huge manly organs the best working over that he was capable of and eagerly swallowed the load of cum that shot down his throat. "Had enough?" asked Joe. "Not me," said the professor. "Let me dry you off and I'll give you a real rub-down." He gently moved the towel over Joe's body studying and memorizing every marvelous curve. Then he took Joe's big clumsy hand into his own tiny one and led Joe into the bedroom. Joe flopped down on his chest. The professor stood there for a moment just looking at the small of his beautiful back and curve of his muscular ass. Then he straddled Joe's body and began to massage his powerful back muscles He worked his way down to the waist and then skipped down to the legs. He massaged the leg muscles moving toward the inviting buns. By the time he had worked his way up to Joe's neck, he smiled to observe that Joe had fallen asleep. He allowed his own body to go limp and his heart skipped a beat as he realized that his own full, erect dick was pressed between the glorious buns. Slowly and gently he began to move in a fucking motion. The excitement rose and Joe began to fuck the mattress moving both of their bodies. Horrified, the professor found himself coming on Joe's ass! It happened. Too late to do anything about it. The professor's eyes were wide as Joe slowly turned over and looked him in the eye. "I don't go for this queer stuff. Ain't never done none of this stuff before. What's going on here is just between us. Understand? I'll kill you if this ever gets out." "I won't tell anyone. Honest. I promise." "Okay. I ain't no cocksucker or nothin’. But it's only fair if you get your rocks off too. I might even jack you a little. But that's all. You can fuck my cheeks, but not my hole and I don't suck. Got it?" "I'll do anything you say. I'm just so glad to be able to do anything with you." "Then suck my meat. I can't believe I come already once. I'm hot." So the professor went immediately down on that throbbing shaft and worked his tongue all over the cock and balls . Once again he took the full length of it into his throat and took still another load. Then he lay down on Joe's body and began to kiss him gently around the neck and face. Joe brought his powerful arms and legs around the professor's slender body and began to move his body up and down on his own. Gaining courage, the professor moved his kisses toward Joe's lips. Joe didn't resist and even parted his lips for the deep French kissing that followed as they pumped their bodies together. The passionate embrace grew more and more athletic until it was a miracle that the bed didn't collapse. And then they came again...together...all over each other. They lay for a long time until they were almost stuck together. Then Joe said, "Hey, maybe we need another shower before we go out to get some hamburgers or something. After all, we gotta save our strength. It's a holiday and we got all evening yet." Needless to say, the professor said he had no plans for the evening and thought to himself that he would worry later about what to tell his wife. As they parted that evening Joe once again said, "Remember. I don't go for this queer stuff. I ain't no fag. I wouldn't want to get in the habit of doing this stuff. But it's okay once in a while...when I get horny...like on a Monday holiday or something." The professor eagerly thought ahead to President's Day and wondered how many other Monday holidays there would be when he could service this magnificent holiday Blazer.