Gay Erotic Stories

It was the summer between my sophomore and junior year in college when the events, which I am about to describe, took place. I was working a part time job at a service station from 5 PM to 10 PM. It was a laid back kind of job, because most of the customers simply pumped their gas and I took the money. Occasionally there would be a flat tire to patch, but even then, the job was simple. This took place in small town America and the owner of the station left it to me to close out the register and turn out the lights at 10 o'clock. It was Saturday night when Mitch came to the service station, parked his car, and walked in to where I was reading a magazine. We had graduated from high school together but had not seen each other in some time because we attended different colleges. I was glad to see him and we shook hands and exchanged the usual bits of conversation about "Where have you been...How is school" etc. Let me describe Mitch to you. He was about 5 foot 9, just a bit shorter than I was. He was a good athlete in high school and had a build like a gorilla. Mitch had a large barrel chest with huge arms and legs. His perfectly rounded head sat on top of muscled shoulders. He was prematurely bald and had jet-black hair that he had always kept cut very short. I had seen him many times in locker rooms completely nude and knew that he had a generous covering of hair on his chest. The classic pattern of hair ran down his tummy to his navel where it branched out to his pubic region to his dick and balls. He was not well endowed by nature and had a very short stubby dick. He was not a "low hanger" because his balls had no room to hang between the muscles of his thighs. His short uncut dick rested on top of his balls. Mitch was not a handsome fellow, but had a big grin and dark brown eyes that let you know he was someone you would like to know. I had never suspected Mitch of having gay tendencies. After all, this is small town USA and whether you are gay or straight, you act straight in all circumstances. We sat and chatted for a while and as the minutes passed, I realized that he was not supporting our conversation as actively as he had when he first walked in. Instead he stopped looking at me as I spoke and lowered his eyes somewhat. As time passed, I began to think the impossible. He kept looking at my crotch! He would occasionally grin slightly as he stole a quick glance at my dick. My dick fluffed up and I began to get hard. Still, I made no open move to suggest that I was thinking about sex. Mitch then got a little bolder, and adjusted his balls a couple of times while looking out the window of the station. He was intentionally allowing me to look at his box. I could see that a lump had developed in his shorts. As 10 o'clock approached, I closed out the register. Then, without saying a word, I walked to the door and locked it and motioned with my head and eyes for him to follow me. We walked into the service bay of the station and I lowered the bay doors, and then turned out the driveway lights, leaving only a single bulb in the service bay on. We stood there in the bay looking at each other. "I'm horny...” Mitch said in a low tone. I said nothing but instead stepped over to him and ran my hand across his dick. Mitch needed no encouragement and followed suit. As we faced each other, our right hands on the other’s dick and left hand on each other's shoulder we spent several minutes just feeling the other's dick. I had a thought and stepped over to the control on the grease rack and raised the rack a couple of feet off the floor. The rack was shaped like the letter H with the hydraulic piston under the crossbar of the H. We both sat down on the rack and began to remove our shoes and clothing. Seconds later, we stood up and faced each other wearing nothing but our socks. Mitch looked great. His physique had improved since I had last seen him, and he was magnificent. We both moved toward each other and began to feel the other's body. I ran my hands through the coarse hair of his chest and teased his nipples. He did the same for me. Our faces were only inches apart and as we stood there, breathing heavily, I could smell his odor. It was a mixture of after shave and fresh perspiration. It was like a dose of drugs and made my head feel light and made my heart race. I moved both of my hands to his face and felt the steel hard bristles of his beard. Mitch raised his eyes to mine. In the dim light of the bay his eyes were almost jet black, and were now glistening with the emotion of the moment. I had my fingers on his head now, feeling the short velvet like growth of hair. I gently pulled his face to mine and we kissed. As our tongues fought and pressed together, we hugged. I could feel his dick pressing between my legs and thought I could feel the slippery brush of pre-cum on his root. My own dick was sandwiched between our stomachs, and I could feel the pubic hair on his body with my penis. Mitch pulled his lips away from mine and lowered his lips to my neck. I could feel his wet open lips press against my neck contrasted with the sticking feel of his beard. Mitch moved his tongue over my neck and I almost collapsed in his arms. My knees buckled and he gripped me even more tightly and supported me. I now had my hands on his biceps and they were like iron. I now did the same for him and kissed his neck and ran my tongue over his skin. A slight salty taste and the smell of his body made my dick feel so hard it was almost like pain. Both of us were now breathing heavily. I gently pushed us apart and looked downward. Mitch's dick stood straight out from his body. It looked like no more than 5 inches long, but as I put my fingers to his dick I realized that my thumb and forefinger could barely encircle it. I suggested that we sit down on the rack. We sat with our legs on either side of the bar of the rack and moved close so that my legs were over his thighs. As we sat like this, we could continue to kiss and at the same time feel the other's dick. As the moments passed, we focused on each other's dick. My dick is cut, and Mitch seemed to be interested in examining it. Likewise, I was interested in feeling and looking at the foreskin of his. Even when hard, his foreskin covered part of the glans of his root, and I was excited by the appearance and feel of it. I stroked his dick and watched the skin slide back and then over the end of his penis. I have known for some time that I am different from many men in that I produce a huge quantity of pre-cum. This night was no exception. As Mitch pulled gently on my dick, huge drops of pre cum oozed out of my pee-hole and dripped on the metal of the grease rack. Mitch was producing some fluid, but not nearly as much as mine. Mitch was now fascinated by the fluid and smeared it over the head of my dick and then over his own. Several times he lifted his fingers to his mouth and gently sucked on them. I stroked his root and as our fluids began to mix, I could hear a soft smacking sound as the skin of his dick slipped over the glands of his penis. Mitch then milked my dick from bottom to top, and using his other hand caught a big blob of my juice. He then made a fist and wiggled his fingers so as to smear my lube in his hand. Then, he put his tight fist to my dick and pushed it over the head and down the shaft. I almost exploded. My body tightened, my back arched, and I grunted with my eyes pinched shut. I opened them and looked into his smiling face. "Did that feel good?" he asked. All I could do was nod my head and smile. I then did the same for him. I wet my fist with some of my lube and slid my tight fist over the head of his dick and down the shaft. He grunted, gasped a deep breath and leaned backward on the rack, supporting himself with his arms. In this position, I could now admire his muscled chest and abdomen. Ripples and folds of hard flesh covered his body. I rubbed my hands over his pecs and felt again the hard tips of his nipples. Leaning forward, I now put my lips over his nipple and flicked my tongue over its tip as I gently pinched it with my teeth. Chest hair tickled my nose and my hand found his wet dick and gently caressed it. Mitch now let out a soft sound, "Unnnhhhh..... unnnhhhh..." I could feel the muscles of his legs tighten as he gently thrust his hips upward. Mitch's dick now made even louder clicking noises as I stroked it. Mitch sat upright and resumed his stroking of my dick. I could feel the tightening of muscles in my ass warning me of an orgasm. My dick began to swell and Mitch sensed it. He stood up and stepped behind me and sat down. He sat himself at my back and put his left arm across my chest. Then reaching around my body he put his right hand to my dick. I could feel the warmth of his body at my back and as he put his face next to mine at my shoulder I could feel his breath on my cheek. He kissed my face and stroked at my dick. The strength of his arms cradled me as he moved his fist up and down my root. The fingers of his left hand found my nipples and he very gently tugged on them. I could feel my entire body begin to flush, and my eyes squeezed shut. Now the lube from my dick became a stream and as his hand rapidly jerked up and down, I could feel the drops of my pre-cum spattering over my chest and stomach. The only sound that could be heard was the squishing of my dick in his hand and the whispered sound of our breath. My body tensed, and Mitch's strong left arm pulled me even more tightly to his body. I strained against his hold and stiffened my body as the juice began to unload. I let my mouth open and a soft cry came from my lips. My abdominal muscles now jerked violently and my hands gripped Mitch's massive legs as I came. I don't remember clearly the next few seconds. I felt the cum pulse up my prick and the intense bursts of pleasure as my nuts unloaded. I collapsed and let my body rest against Mitch's strength. I opened my eyes and looked downward at my body expecting to see blobs of cum covering myself. Instead, I saw that Mitch had moved his left hand to my dick at the right moment and had caught my load of cum in his left hand. He now kissed my face and neck and breathed heavily and softly said, "Good...good....". Mitch now stood and sat on the side of the rack and said that he needed to cum now. I stood and then knelt between his widely spread knees and rested my arms on his legs. Mitch gripped his penis with his right hand and then holding his left hand over his dick allowed the slippery goo of my load to drip on his prick. He pulled his foreskin back and the rope like strings of my load filled the ridge under the glands of his penis. After stroking his prick a time or two, Mitch then opened his left hand and smeared the remainder of my cum into the thick hair of his chest. He inhaled the odor of the cum and then making a fist of his left hand, put it to his nose. He took a deep breath from his fist and closed his eyes. His entire body now shook. As he breathed, I could hear the sound of his excitement in the short bursts of air from his mouth. Now he expertly stroked his meat. As he did, I cupped his balls in one hand and with the other found a nipple to stimulate. Mitch's eyes now closed, and as he jerked on his penis, he moaned softly. My cum had now formed a white froth on his dick and made sucking noises under his foreskin. I looked at his face and saw his eyes closed and his lips pursed. Now he began to breathe through his mouth and a small drop of saliva danced under his lips. As I rubbed his nuts and his nipples, I could see the swelling bulges in his legs as he approached orgasm. Mitch had been making soft grunting noises until now, but suddenly became silent, totally silent. His head snapped downward, putting his chin on his chest. I could see the whiteness of his head in the bald spot on top of his head. Then, as the contractions of his body caused sperm to squirt out, his head bobbed downward several times and his entire body jerked three or four times. Each jerk produced a rope like string of cum that left his dick and fell across my chest. He now made noises as if he were crying in short bursts. I gripped his legs and felt the power of his pleasure. He lifted his head and tilted it back with his mouth open. I sat beside him and put my arms around him. His hand, still clutching his dick, was now being coated with the remaining dribbles of cum oozing out. His body shook in short quivers, and he made heavy breathing noises. As he lifted his head, I looked into his eyes and saw that tears had formed and were running down his cheeks. I turned his face to mine and kissed him. He then repositioned himself on the rack and pulled my body to his and squeezed me. We held each other and kissed over and over again. The smell of our pleasures now filled the air between us and once again gave me a light headed feeling. Mitch's hands now roamed over my body, feeling, touching, and squeezing me. Once again I looked into his eyes and saw that he had tears running down his face. After a few more minutes had passed, I stood and went to a box of mechanics towels in the service bay and grabbed a handful. Using these, we wiped each other's body dry of the remains of our loads. Mitch and I never repeated our lovemaking, but I never regretted sharing sex with him. I saw him perhaps three times more in the next few years, and each time he greeted me warmly with a firm handshake and a pat on the back. I wish the world had more people like him.