Gay Erotic Stories

I have always known that I have been attracted to men, but I am about 50/50 and have had a long and happy married relationship. The other advantage of being married is that you spend most of your life with guys who seem and act very straight. "ACT" is a good word because, in my experience, most of those guys love it when they give themselves a chance. I am mostly attracted to guys who act and look hetero, so being bisexual gets me into situations where I can have very relaxed and close man-to-man friendships that can lead just about anywhere. One of my favourite experiences, came about when I was working on a building site in Australia. I was one of the managers, so I would do a detailed inspection of the works after most of the tradesmen had left for the day. It was a very large site and had workers' buildings at different areas, so that they didn't have too far to walk to their amenities, which included canteens and showers. I had finished my inspection and was walking back to my site office through one of these worker's villages, which was very quiet. As I passed the shower block, one of the electricians that I had spoken to a couple of times, was standing in the doorway drying himself after his shower. He was in his mid-twenties and a surfer looking guy with a good, but not over muscled body. He had a lot of blond chest hair that ran in a line down his flat stomach and into a very tasty looking bush at his crotch. Hanging out of the bottom of this bush was the nicest looking uncut cock that I had viewed in a long time. The level of the shower block was raised about two feet, so my eye line was somewhere between his hard pink nipples and his hairy navel. He called out hi in a friendly manner, as we had talked on the site on a number of occasions and he seemed totally relaxed in talking to me in the nude, so I took advantage of the opportunity to walk up to him. I felt like I was talking absolute rubbish just to keep him there, and it was making me so horny that I had to break away. I rushed back to my office and jerked myself off twice before I felt calm enough to get back to work. I attacked some paperwork until around 7.30, and the decided to go to a bar near the site, to see if any of the other managers had stopped in on the way home. As I walked in the door, the same blond fellow was laughing with his mates and I could tell that he had been drinking a fair amount. I said "hi" to them all as I passed to look for my friends. It seemed that no one had stopped in, so I went into a booth at the back to have a quiet drink on my own. The blond guy broke away from his mates and came over to my table, and I became instantly nervous. He was now wearing a black T shirt and jeans and still looked really good. He walked up to me and asked why was I on my own. I made some meaningless reply and he said, "I saw the way that you looked at me up on the site!". I was instantly on guard, and told him that I had no idea what he was talking about. He said, "Most of the guys reckon that you managers are all queer - what do YOU reckon!". By this time I thought that he was setting me up for his friends, but they didn't seem to be paying any attention. He slid into the seat beside me and said, "I'd like to find out for myself, because I've always been a bit curious". At this point, he slid his hand under the table cloth and grabbed my cock, which was doing its best to rip its way through my trousers. "I think they're right" he said. I was too nervous to play any games and said, "I'll see you outside". Within minutes, we were parked in his truck back in the shadows of the site buildings. There wasn't much need for any other talk and he was pretty urgent about getting it on straight away. I think that he was scared that he would lose his courage. I pushed him back and told him to slow down and that he would enjoy it more. He relaxed a bit, and lay back against a pile of clothing on the seat. I pulled his T shirt up as far as it would go, and ran my tongue around his nipples, which may him moan and buck his hips. He was really ready for it. I undid the top of his jeans and his cock sprang out like it was on a spring--he wasn't wearing any underwear. I immediately ran his shaft down my throat, and it tasted better than any other meat that I had ever had. It only took about three deep lunges, while I was squeezing his great big nuts the whole time, and he shot a load of the sweetest tasting cum that I have ever had. I made sure that I drained every drop out of him before I sat back. I then took my cock out of my trousers. I was bigger than him, with my 7.5" long, 2" thick cut tool. He looked at it and said, "Shit, you're big!". I said "Ok, now it's your turn". He said, "No way, this was your treat". That really pissed me off and I grabbed the back of his head and said that this was a two way street. He really tensed his back, but I was stronger than him, and slowly pulled his head down. Once he got within an inch of my cock, which was now purple and hard as a brick by this time, he stretched out a tentative tongue and licked some of the pre-cum that was generously oozing out. That finished all resistance, and he relaxed and took as much as his virgin throat could manage. Before long, I was a little impatient with his gentle mouthings, and I grabbed the back of his head again and pushed my hips up, until my throbbing cock was buried in his throat. At first he gagged, but he was a fast learner, and was soon taking long, smooth deep swallows. Before I could come, I stopped him and said, "There's more to learn yet, my young friend". I took his jeans and shirt off, as they were making it difficult to move around. He had a tin of machine oil in the cab of his truck, so I got him to turn to face the windscreen. I put a lot of oil on one of my smaller fingers and eased it into his ass. It was tight, but s-o-o-o good that I thought that I was going to come anyway. The small finger didn't worry him ,so I switched to a bigger one, which created a bigger reaction, but he was coping alright, and relaxed straight away. His loud moans and twitching hips told me that he was enjoying it. I got him to turn around and face me, and I slowly lowered him onto my cock, which was so hard, it was curved way back onto my stomach, nearly touching my navel. At first he couldn't take it, and then to my surprise, he pushed himself down until I was fully inside him. He obviously wanted it as much as I did. He rode me like a cowboy with his legs spread wide and his feet planted each side of my hips. He was leaning back against the dashboard and his eyes were barely open. He made animal sounds and little whimpers, every time that he descended. His cock had got hard again, and I played with it, while he buried himself on me. It was all too much, and I exploded inside him and that was enough for him also. When he felt my come shoot, his own cock shot so hard that a big ropey line of spunk landed on my face. I wiped it off and licked it off my fingers. We got back onto the seat and he went down and licked my cock clean of my jism and his juices. He went very quiet, then and got himself dressed. His whole mood had changed, so I left him to his thoughts while he drove me back to my car. He was never very friendly on site again after that episode, but I figured that he had been too much into it, for it to have been a one of experimentation. I was prepared to wait around until his blood boiled again. The memory of the "ride" in his truck stayed with me for a long time. I have a few other site experiences if anyone is interested. 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