Gay Erotic Stories

I had decided to advertise for someone to help me in the summer mowing the lawn, painting, and doing some of the hundred and one other jobs that summer in the northeast always seemed to produce. It was not so much that I needed the help as that I enjoyed having someone around to work with me. The first night that the ad ran in the local paper my telephone rang. My caller introduced himself as Brian and said that he was looking for a summer job. He had just finished his first year of college and was anxious to earn some money. I told him to come over the next day and we would talk a little. I figured I should at least interview someone before hiring him. The next morning about 9:00 the doorbell rang and there stood a nineteen year old guy, about six feet tall, with a slim, swimmer's build. He had dark brown hair, and brown eyes. He was wearing a tee shirt, cut-offs and sneakers. I invited him and told him to have a seat. We talked for a few minutes. He assured me that he was familiar with using a power lawn mower and that he really liked to work around the house. When he sat down I noticed that he had a fairly respectable package in his crotch. After I showed him around the place, he said that he would like the job if I wanted to hire him. I had already made up my mind that I would and said he could start right then if he wanted. He smiled and said he had hoped that would be the case. He went to his car and he came back carrying a gym bag. He asked if it would be all right if he used the bathroom to change into his work clothes. I showed him where it was and made up my mind that I wished I were a fly in the room about then. When he emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later he was wearing a red tank top that was cut off just below his chest and old running shorts, one side of which had a split in the seam that was three or four inches long. He had hair on his chest and stomach to match the hair I had already noticed on his legs. When he sat down on a chair to retie his sneakers, it was obvious that he was wearing either no underwear or only the briefest of briefs. For the rest of the morning we mowed and trimmed the lawn. When it was lunchtime I asked Brian if he wanted to come in for a sandwich. At first he said that he would go home, but I assured him that I had plenty and that it was no problem. He agreed and that became part of our daily routine. I enjoyed it for two reasons: I had someone to eat with and I was able to stare at Brian's chest and well-muscled arms. When he went home that afternoon, I went up to my bedroom and jerked off thinking about the hot stud I was going to spend the summer days with. The next day we decided to do some painting. I was on the ladder and Brian was down below. Somehow I managed to knock over a gallon blue latex and it poured all over Brian. After making sure he wasn't injured, we both stood and laughed. I told him he looked like a Smurf. His shirt, hair, back, chest, stomach, shorts and legs all were covered with blue. I suggested that as long as it was all fresh, it would be easy enough to get him cleaned up. I told him to follow me in the house. I told him to go up to my bedroom and use the shower in the bath there. I said that I would get his clothes, while he showered, and throw them in the washing machine. He said that was a good idea. Once I heard the shower running I went in and grabbed his clothes. I saw that that day he was only wearing a jockstrap. And that had paint on the back strap. A short while later I heard him calling and asking where the towels were. I had forgotten to put one out for him. I told him I'd get one. I grabbed one from the linen closet and opened the bathroom door. He stood there naked. For the first time I saw the beautiful piece of meat he had. It must have been five inches soft and was as big around as a silver dollar. It grew from a thick bush of hair and had two large balls hanging behind it. He saw me staring and said, "Not bad, if I do say so myself." I regained some control and replied, "Not bad at all. Bet that baby gets some action when you're in college." He kind of laughed and said, "Well, yes, but probably not the kind you would expect." That peaked my curiosity. I asked what he meant by that. "I'm gay," was his response. I was shocked and pleased. "Ever do anything with your employer?" I asked. "Not before now," he replied. With that he walked over to me, holding his cock in one hand, and, pressing his still wet body up against me, placed his other hand behind my head and gave me a deep, wet kiss. When we broke apart he said with a grin, "Gee. It looks like your clothes are wet. Maybe you ought to get out of them so you don't catch cold." I laughed and began to undress. When I had my tee shirt and shorts off, Brian stopped me and knelt in front of me. He cupped my basket in his hand and began to suck my cock through the fabric of my briefs. It did not take long before my meat began to grow to its six-inch length. He pulled my briefs down then and began running his tongue across the piss-slot on top of my dick. It wasn't long before he had his nose buried in my bush and was expertly working the head of my dick with his tongue. I suggested that we move to my bed so we could get in a 69 position. Brian was all for it, but refused to take his mouth off my cock, even as we walked to the bed. Once we were there I managed to get into position with Brian and began to suck on his now rock hard eight-inch piece of meat. Soon I moved down and began to suck on his balls - first the left one, then the right one, then both. They were soft, but firm. Brian kept his balls shaved so it was fun to have them in my mouth. Before long, my tongue began to make its way toward his hairy asshole. As I licked between his legs, his moans increased and it was obvious that he was nearing a climax. I kept licking until I was running my tongue in swirls around the pink opening. Finally, I plunged my tongue in as far as it would go. "Oh, baby," he half-cried and half-moaned. "Eat my ass. Take it all." With that encouragement I continued to fuck his ass with my tongue, while he continued to suck my hard dick. Now I felt a finger probing my ass. Soon, it entered, followed by a second and a third. I bum-fucked Brian with my tongue while he returned the favor with his fingers. Soon I felt something hot and wet hitting my chest. I knew, even before he said anything, that Brian was beginning to cum. The white nectar splattered against my chest and neck and then dripped back down onto Brian's hairy belly and crotch. Meanwhile, I managed to get my cock back in his mouth just in time for my own eruption of manjuice. After we had both cum, we collapsed on the bed, still in our 69 position, but now lying on our sides, facing each other. I watched, fascinated, as his cock slowly returned to its flaccid state, even as mine did the same. I leaned forward and kissed the tip of it lightly, still tasting some of Brian's cum. We both dozed for a few minutes. When I awoke, Brian was raised up on his left arm looking at me with a sweet smile on his face. "What are you smiling about?" I asked. "I think this is going to be the best summer job a guy could ask for." With that, we moved around to give each other another long kiss.