Gay Erotic Stories

I’m 34, 5’11, 170, good build, and carry a 7.5 cut package. I needed a suit for a distant relative’s funeral that I was asked to be a pallbearer. So I went into a men’s clothing store to see what they had . . . I sure found out what they had! One of those stores with only two employees, so when u walk in, someone is there jumping your pocketbook right away. I will say, this dude was pretty hot looking as he approached me. He was about my age. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger, light brown hair, brown eyes, my height, but weighed more than I did. And of course he sported slacks, shirt and tie. What does that tell you! “May I help you sir?” “Sure, suck this!” I thought. “I need a clown suit for a funeral,” I said laughingly. He didn’t laugh; must not have enjoyed my humor. He started showing me all kinds of suits. I’m one of those jeans and t-shirt types, so I had no clue what I was looking for. Not knowing my size, he started handing me blazers to try on. Of course I knew my waist and inseam measurements, but figured this dude wanted the control, so I let him put his hands up my crotch to find out. And, sure enough, the tape came out. “Lift up your shirt so I can measure your waist,” he said. I was more than happy to oblige: Up went my shirt. His eyes fixed right on my abs, and I was grinning from ear to ear watching him look. “Is this where you wear your pants normally?” he asked. I thought, “What the shit do you mean, wear normally?” Then I realized, since I didn’t have a belt on. “Yes,” was my reply. The plastic measuring tape was a tad bit cold as it hit the backside of my skin. His hands were warm! And they got warmer, because I saw and felt his fingertips go down the front of the waistband of my jeans. Now, what is a guy to do… but to start the blood rushing to his cock! That’s exactly what happened. His warm hands below my belly button and dipping his fingers down my jeans a bit, with my muscle growing … it was a very obvious. His eyes fixed now on my semi-tented jeans, he said, “Spread your legs.” You tell me: Fingers down your waistband, then spread your legs … I very much obliged this dude! And the Big Pete grew when his hands went up under my nuts. “Cup those boys, man!” I thought. Nope, he didn’t cup them … didn’t move his hand either! So Mighty Pete is growing bigger by the second, while this dude has his hand under my crotch…. WOW! No precum: Whew! Measurements done. Ah, now it’s try-on time. He leads me to the back of the store. Why are they always in the back of the store? I found out why! So I’m in the dressing room with my pants off and wondering why I didn’t wear undies! On goes the pants and I hear, “Come on out so I can see how they fit.” Out I go. Then, “Pull up your shirt.” Up goes my shirt again. This dude loves his job! From his fingertips down my waistband earlier; to, now, his fingers down again pulling at the waistband, and I could feel his fingers in my pubies at the base of my cock. “Turn around.” And I once again oblige the dude and fingers down the small of my back with Big Pete growing! “Ok, turn back around,” he says, and guess what I see on these brand new pants! Precum! It’s like, fuck! I started chuckling when I saw his eyes go pop! Pop! Next thing I knew, his hands were back up at my waist band, without saying a word and he starts unsnapping and unzipping my pants, leading me backwards into the dressing room! I didn’t know if he was pissed or what! I started to say “ I don’t have any un …” when his hand grabs my cock as my pants fall to the floor. What is a guy to do? Of course I let him continue, not knowing if he was going to twist the Big Pete off, bringing me down to my knees in apology for leaving peter tracks in his new pants. Once he started stroking my cock, I knew Pete was going to be one happy piece of meat, stepping out of the pants! He didn’t even look up at me; he took the head of my cock in his mouth. His hands grabbing my ass and in one quick thrust, buried my meat down his throat. He was slurping as he sucked my whole piece of meat with his nose buried in my pubies and his chin ground into my nuts, not coming up for air. I could feel the blood flowing into my cock as he sucked … and suck hard he did! His hands grabbing my ass, pushing my meat deeper as he chowed down. This dude was on a mission! I could feel his saliva dripping on my balls. My cock throbbing, nuts tightening, I knew I was going to blow my load. I grabbed the back of his head and, never coming off my cock once, I fucked his face, spewing my hot cream down his throat. I could hear him gag, and I pulled his head back, but he thrust it right back, burying my meat and my loads of the hot jizz in his mouth. My cum was shooting so much as he was trying to take all my load, but I could see it spewing out his mouth, down his chin, coating my nuts with my cum. His fingers rubbing my cum-soaked nuts, and taking the cum and spreading it on my abs; must not have wanted the carpet a mess! As my cock started to shrink, he pulled off and licked my cum off my cock, then lapped up my nuts, and as his tongue hit my abs, I grabbed the back of his head and buried his face as his tongue darted in and out and around my belly button, cleaning me up. I’m guessing this whole scene lasted 10 minutes. I told him “this clown suit will do just fine, if you can get the spot out of my pants!” He smiled, and said, “I’ll work on that spot myself!” Over the next year, I was a regular there, trying on pants . . . and no undies! J Jackinj69@yahoo.com