Gay Erotic Stories

I don't know why but I have always had sexual fantasies about cyclists. I'm not sure whether it's the attraction of strong leg muscles, the tight asses, the lovely bulges in their skin tight bike pants, their huge biceps struggling to get out of their tops, or all of the above, but one thing or another, just the sight of one turns me on.

So you can imagine the fulfillment I felt (in more ways than one) when I finally had one all to myself, to do with whatever I chose.

I was driving home from work at The Aberdeen, after watching the other guys in their bulging jeans and tight T-shirts, when I saw a cyclist stopped on the side of the road with what seemed to be a broken chain. I slowed and wound down the window, asking if he needed some assistance, watching his muscular legs and tight butt. As he turned around, I noticed that he had the nicest smile and eyes that I have ever seen, and when I looked down I saw that that wasn't ALL he had that was nice.

"I wouldn't mind a lift if you could mate?" he asked, with a strong American accent.

"Sure, I'd love to....er....not a problem," I replied, trying to conceal the lump in my throat and the lump in my jeans, as I got out of the car to help get his bike in the boot.

I got back in the car and unlocked the passenger side from him, noticing through the mirror that he seemed to be having a hard time 'adjusting' himself. When he got in and sat down, I casually glanced over to his huge bulge.

"So, where to?" I asked.

"Anywhere where I can get this blasted chain fixed," he replied, genuinely irritated at his misfortune.

Knowing full well that I was lying, but just not being able to help myself, I told him that I thought I had a spare chain back at my place, which was just a few minutes away. He agreed that it was a good idea, so I drove back to my unit in Como.

We entered the unit and instead of going to my spare room, I went straight to the kitchen, offering my troubled cyclist a drink. He said he would love something sweet and wet, and I almost forgot myself and offered him a taste of me instead of a Coke. Luckily, I caught myself and poured him a Coke.

"The chain should be in the spare room, just through here," I said, showing him the room. "You can have a look and try to find it while I go get changed. Won't be a minute." This is the point where I hoped my little plan would work. You see, my spare room is what I call my Orgasm Room. In it I have posters all over the walls of naked hard bodied men, and many gay porn magazines. In a few minutes he should either be stroking his large hard cock, or running from the unit--scared shitless!

I peeked through the crack in my door to see him slowly flicking through my best magazine, "Tim Plus Two" - a kind of a novel with graphic pictures about a guy finding two hot bods down at the gym that he could play with. His right hand started to make his way down to his bike pants where his cock was beginning to grow into a full blown erection. He stroked his hard cock through his pants, and I knew that I had him.

Changing into nothing but my smallest football shorts and a tank top, I walked out of my room. He seemed a little embarrassed to start off with, and then realised that "Hey, it's not MY magazine". I walked over to him and put my arms around his waist, massaging his cheeks.

"So, did you find what you were looking for?" I asked cheekily.

"Sure did," came the reply.

He pulled me closer to me and started to kiss me. Our tongues explored each other's mouths while our hard rods ground against each other. I pulled away from him long enough to tell him that I had always fantasised about cyclists. I started nibbling his ear lobes and kissing his neck, moving around to the from where I found the zipper for his hot attire. I grabbed the zip with my teeth, and slowly pulled it down to the waist. There I stopped and started kissing his abs and pecs all over. He moaned with pleasure and put his hands around the back of my neck. Moving my way down I licked and kissed his lycra covered cock, sending him absolutely insane with suspense.

"Suck me!" he moaned, pushing his crutch into my face.

Although I would have liked to continue this torture a little longer (I love seeing a guy beg), I too could not wait to taste his massive cock. I moved the zipper down as far as it would go, releasing his huge tool. It would have been about 11 inches long, putting my 8.5 to shame. I kissed the head of it, slowly taking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. I continued this for about a minute, making him buck with excitement. I wrapped my entire mouth around the cock and tried to take him in as far as I could.

I only got about 8" down, but that seemed enough for me, as he was making more noise and anyone I had ever blown before. I continued to deep throat him while slowly reaching for the KY. I slipped a little on my finger and massage his horny hole. I slipped one finger off to start off with, and then two, and three. I was fucking his ass with my fingers and it proved to much for him. He started to buck when I pulled his cock out my mouth and applied a fair bit of pressure to the head of his cock.

"What'd you do that for??" he asked, half in anger at not being able to blow his load.

"I don't want you to blow in my mouth, I want you to fuck me first," I grinned.

The tall handsome stranger that I had just sucked off, smiled at me, picked me up, and carried me into my bedroom. He lay me on the bed and removed my tank top. Then he put his hand down my shorts and started massaging my cock.

"You’re going to love this," he said while removing my shorts.

I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a packet of condoms. I slipped one over his cock (just - it almost didn't fit!) and spread my legs wide, shoving a pillow under my ass to allow easier access to my fuck hole. He kissed his way down my abs, past my cock and balls and licked the rim of my hole. He then started pushing his tongue in my asshole, fucking me mad. Positioning himself between my legs, he put the head of his cock in my waiting hole and slowly eased himself in. I'm proud to say that it went all the way, with his balls resting on my buttocks. Slowly he started to fuck me, when he leant forward as well. Before I knew it, he was fucking my tight ass and sucking me off as well!!! This guy was flexible.

He took my entire cock into his mouth, rubbing his nose deep into my pubic hair. I started to move with him, ad pretty soon we were in perfect rhythm.

"I'm going to blow!" I yelled. I never could stand being sucked and fucked at the same time - it drove me wild!. He continued sucking and I blew my massive load into his mouth. He swallowed most of it but kept some in his mouth, moving up to kiss me. We kissed for what seemed like hours, while he continued fucking me senseless, sharing my juice between us. Next minute, he started to thrust harder and harder, faster and faster into me.

"Here it comes!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He pounded into me a few more times before bucking one last time and blowing what turned out to be bucketful's of hot man juice. Both exhausted, he collapsed on top of me with his cock still hard (for the time being) inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty body and we fell asleep until morning.

Scott (which I later found out was his name) has since moved into the spare room in my unit. Since then, we never get bored just "sitting" around the house, and every room has become an Orgasm Room.

If you liked this story, please email me: teninches@rocketmail.com