Gay Erotic Stories

Spring Break was finally here, and I was once again on the road. Most of my students had spent the preceding week telling me what they were going to be doing. I kept thinking about WHO I’d get to be doing. Being a teacher is very rewarding, but doesn’t leave a lot of time for a social life, let alone any good fucking. Driving up I-5 on a sunny Sunday afternoon was just what I needed. Checking out the guys in nearby lanes was also doing wonders for my mood. I first noticed the green Bronco pulling up behind me just as I was getting onto the freeway from the shortcut out of Vacaville. I couldn’t see the driver too well, but he looked like he was in his early 20’s and wearing a baseball cap backwards. As the car pulled closer I could see a great jawline and what looked like a great set of shoulders. His arms were nicely muscled. He pulled up beside me and, in a flash of inspiration, I smiled and licked my lips. He was staring right at me! He looked back at me as he passed, wondering if he’d seen what he thought he’d seen. A big rig was following him, and I had to let it pass before I could try to follow. This was looking like it could be fun! After a few minutes, I caught up to him and passed him myself. When I got close enough, he started staring at me again, with a curious look on his face. So, I mimed sucking a dick. He started laughing and nodding his head! I slowed down a little to be sure I wasn’t misunderstanding him. I mimed a blowjob again. He pointed at me, and then at his crotch! I nodded my head quickly and gestured for him to follow me. I was looking around for an exit that might provide an adequate opportunity. Out here amidst all the open farmland wasn’t looking too good. Finally I spotted a big rice processing plant on an old county road. I signaled to exit and held my breath to see if he’d follow. No signal. Shit! Wait…YES! He was following! I pulled off the freeway and started to head down the county road, past the rice barn. He pulled over at the rice barn and waited. I turned around quickly and pulled up alongside him and rolled down my window. He was a cute, average-looking guy that you’d see in any small town. Kind of skinny, not fully-grown into his body yet. Great eyes were looking at me and with a strange little smile. “How’s it going?” I asked. “Not bad,” he said. “Just what is it you are offering, dude?” “I want to suck your dick. You up for it?” “I don’t know, man. I’ve never done that before.” “S’cool. No strings. Just let me go down on you, shoot your load and then go.” “I don’t know, man,” he said again. “When’s the last time you got off?” I asked. “Last night,” he smirked. “Jackin’ or fuckin’?” I shot back. His face fell a little, and he said, “Just jackin’.” “Look, bud. You don’t know me; I don’t know you and we’ll never see each other again. You’ve thought about this before, right?” I pressed. “Yeah, I guess” he said. “I just don’t know about this.” “Come on, guy. Give it a try,” I said. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, we’ll stop. No harm, no foul.” “I think I’m gonna pass,” he said. Damn! “I got a long way to go.” “Well getting off before a long drive will make it a lot more pleasant!” I suggested. “I might be up for jackin’ off,” he said, grinning again. “Okay!” I said. We got out of our cars and walked behind the gigantic rice barn. There were some trees growing along the walkway, hiding us from view, unless someone was looking directly at us from the road. “Right here?” he asked, looking around a little nervously. “Sure, why not?” I countered. “Alright,” he said and then popped open his jeans. I could see dark green boxers and a healthy bulge. He’d obviously been hard for a little bit of time, probably during most of our conversation. He casually popped out his boner. What a great cock! Easily 8 inches long, it was a perfectly shaped dick. Hairy balls hung loosely below his tasty looking pecker. He started stroking it while I pulled my own hardening dick out of my pants. I reached over and looked up at him. He just shrugged and pulled his hand away from his manhood. I gripped his throbbing cock, and a little sigh escaped his lips. “Oh yeaaahhhh,” he said softly. I looked at him and realized his eyes were closed. Well, in for a penny…I thought. I leaned over and took the head of his dick in my mouth. A little gasp escaped him when he realized that warm wet feeling was my tongue massaging his pecker. But, he didn’t pull away either. I grabbed the rest of his cock and started to work my mouth up and down his shaft. There is nothing on this planet as tasty as straightboy cock! “Dude!” he said, “that’s fuckin’ great!” I kept slurping on his cock, letting my saliva slick him up further as my hand was stroking him along with my mouth. I felt him reach behind my head and pull me in closer to his crotch. He was fucking my mouth! I removed my hand and let him slide that 8 incher down my throat till his pubes were mashed up against my nose. “Awwww fuuuuuck…” he grunted. “Dude, I’m gonna cum. You want me to shoot it in your mouth?” I mumbled in the affirmative and he picked up speed, fucking my face with more energy. “Ughn…Ughn…Ughn…” he started squirting his jism into my very wet mouth. The only thing better than tasting straightboy cock, is tasting cherry straightboy cum! Being safe sex-minded though, I quickly spit out that delicious load. I looked back at the guy and he was still stroking his dick. I had to get off! I started stroking while he watched. “Sorry I can’t help you out with that,” he said, starting to pull up his boxers. “Wait guy, lemme feel your balls while I stroke,” I said. He pulled is boxers back down a little and he let me grope him. “You wanna give me a taste?” I asked, knowing that since he’d already shot off, he was more likely to bolt. “Nah man, that’s okay. I ain’t gay. I’m straight, man.” “Hey, it’s okay, bud. By the way, how old are you?" Sure a little late to ask, but what the hell... He looked at me a little funny and then said, "20, man." That did it! "I’m gonna fuckin’ shoot, buddy!" I grabbed his tight little ass and pulled him in closer as I shot ropes of cum blasting out of my cock. “Damn, man you shoot a lot!” he said. I noticed his dick getting hard again. “Man I got a long way to go. Thanks, dude,” he said. He quickly pulled up his pants and practically ran to his Bronco. He was gone a minute later. After shaking off the last few drops of cum from my cock, I walked over to the nearest tree and took a very satisfying piss, still tasting his spunk on my tongue. I tasted him in my mouth all the way to my destination…Yum! Like my story? 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