Gay Erotic Stories

I heard some noise outside my house, and peeked around the curtain from the kitchen window. It was the fuel delivery man, filling my tank with heating oil. I didn't know him well, I just knew that everyone in town called him D. J. He couldn't have come at a worse time. I was just about to take my daily shower, which was also my time to give my cock its daily workout. I slipped back into my sleep sweats and waited. I knew he'd be knocking at the door soon so I could sign the invoice. I knew a little about D. J., but very little. I had seen him around town, in bars and restaurants. I knew he was single and liked to party. In fact, he liked to party a little too much. At one time he owned the fuel company, and the trucks had his name painted on them. Now he worked for the new fuel company, which made him an offer he couldn't refuse. It was probably for the best, according to my friends, because D. J. couldn't seem to hold on to his money. I was jolted from my thoughts by the knock on the door. I was right. It was D. J. I invited him in and took the clipboard to sign the invoice. He stood in my door way, filling it completely. He looked cold, and ice hung from his bushy moustache. He rubbed his hands together as if trying to warm up. "I have some fresh coffee on if you want to come in for a minute," I ventured. "Hey, man, that would be great," he said enthusiastically. As I headed for the kitchen, D. J. removed his coveralls and his coat. Underneath he wore a tight white T-shirt and very tight jeans. The jeans were very work worn, and looked a couple of sizes too small. The T-shirt also looked like he had shrunk it in the dryer. His arms were long, and stuck out like trunks of the trees. He looked like he probably worked out quite a bit, but I knew that his workout consisted of pulling and hoisting his hose. Oil hose, that is. Okay, maybe his other hose, too. I brought him a mug of steamy coffee, and reheated my own too. When I returned to the living room, he had kicked off his work boots and was making himself at home. "You know," he said, "I've been by here a lot lately, but I never find you home. I decided to start with you first today. You've been here almost a year, and I've never really met you." "I know," I said, wondering where this was going to go. "I have seen you around town. You sure seem to have a pretty active social life." "Seem to, sure, but it's not all it's cracked up to be. I do go out a lot, but it's just to fill the hours." I looked at D. J. with renewed interest. He had tight pecs that sported sharp, hard nipples. His very tight pants looked like they were filled to capacity. His eyes were bluer than the sky. He had quite a bit of hair around his mouth. It looked like there was once a goatee there, that he'd shaved it, and now wanted to grow it back. The rest of his face had about a three days growth, and he looked like he'd been out camping for the weekend. There was a little cleft in his chin, and when he smiled his dimples looked like caverns in his cheeks. "Hey, man, can I use your can?" he asked. "Yeah, it's right through there." I pointed to the bathroom, and watched him get up and amble across my living room. His ass was tight, and his calf muscles flexed as he walked. There was a rip in the shoulder of his T-shirt, and a massive deltoid muscle showed through. I waited to hear when he closed the door. There was not the familiar click of the door or thump of the knob. I heard what sounded like a major flood when he started urinating, and I imagined a huge dick hanging out of his zipper. Then there was silence. I expected him to walk out, or at least to wash his hands in the sink. But I heard nothing more. I wondered what was taking him so long. So, I got up and shuffled as quietly as I could to the door, which was standing wide open. It's a little hard to hide behind a wide open door. There, standing directly in front of my toilet, was D. J., holding his bulging, rock hard penis in his hand. He had finished urinating, and was stroking his long, stiff cock. His jeans had fallen to the floor and he had kicked them away. I tried to see where his underwear was, but apparently there wasn't any. Slowly, pumping and smiling, he turned his head to my direction, and gave me an inviting glance. I could feel a familiar tickle in my sweats. I never wear briefs under my sweats, and at night the sweats come off and I sleep nude. I looked down to see a huge protrusion making my sweats look like a tent. "D. J.," I said weakly, "you don't have to do that by yourself." "Oh, man, I was hoping you'd say that." He turned and slowly walked, his huge cock bobbing up and down, to where I was standing. He stood in front of me, and I could smell fuel oil and musky manhood, and I knew my own dick was screaming to get out. He put his hard hands on the back of my neck and pulled my head forward. It caught me a little off guard, but within seconds he was probing my mouth and throat with his massive tongue. We stood there kissing, and investigating our mouths, and I was getting harder and harder. While expertly exploring my mouth, D. J. placed his hands down to where my sweat pants were tied. Efficiently, he pulled the ripcord, and had my sweats around my ankles in an instant. With ease, he massaged my pulsating dick. Our dicks were bouncing back and forth off each other, like swords fencing and sparring. I was sure I was going to explode man juice all over him, when he pinched under the base of my cock, between my balls. It hurt, and I pulled away. "Hey, that hurt," I said loudly. "Yeah, I know," he said calmly. "I want you to last a little longer until we can explore each other more fully. Take my word for it, I know what I'm doing." I took his oily fingers in my hand and pulled him into my bedroom. My erection had faded, thanks to DJ's pinch. I popped in a video I thought he might like. He stripped his T-shirt off, and I could see that his chest and abs were covered with a beautiful layer of dark curly hair. His muscles bulged and were obvious in spite of the cover of hair. His dick had also fallen a little, but was still the most prominent thing on my bed. The video I put in was called "Workout Buddies." It's a gay porn video starring Ty Fox and Chris Duffy about a couple of bodybuilders who workout at the gym, in the shower, and at home. Great flick, and great way to get to know someone! D. J. watched, chuckling at the corny lines, and making small talk. He was so easy to be with, and I felt warm and secure. We sat, with pillows propped up behind us, and of course, my hard-on was raging as soon as I realized that his hard body was touching mine. I noticed that his cock was once again at full mast. I reached in my night stand and took out some KY jelly, and placed just a dab on his 9 inches of man meat. I could hear the video in the back ground, grunts and groans, and of course, I could see what was happening in my mind without even looking at it. My hand went up and down on DJ's cock, circling the head, and putting pressure on from top to bottom. I licked his balls, and he groaned. My hand moved faster, more furiously. Clear liquid bubbled out of the opening of his cock head. He was grabbing the edges of the bed, and arching his back, and within a short time steamy white cum came flying out. With my tongue, I expertly cleaned up his semen, slurping down every delicious drop. He looked spent, but sat up in bed, and gazed at the video, still playing. They were at a particularly graphic scene when one of the studs takes the huge dick of the other into his mouth and sucks the hell out of it. "I can do something better than that to you," D. J. said, "and I can guarantee you'll blow so much cum you'll think you'll never blow any more." "Sounds like a challenge to me," I said. "You're on." I laid back against the headboard, and D. J. turned his head toward my cock. His ass was right up against my shoulder, and his head was over my dick. He seemed to be upside down, and before I knew it he spread his legs above my head, using the wall for support. This put his dick in my face, and his face on my dick. I didn't know what he could do to make a blow job any different, so I just sat there waiting. My bulbous cock head was ready to explode anyway, so it wouldn't take much. His long fingers surrounded my balls, his tongue briefly and quickly touched the very end of my dick. Then the mouth work began. DJ placed my entire cock, balls and scrotum into his mouth. He began what could only be described as a vacuum cleaner effect on my whole manhood. I didn't feel him just sucking my dick, as I'd felt in a glory hole so many times before. He was sucking from deep within my groin. I was sure he was going to pull my whole pelvis out! And as quickly as he'd started, he stopped. He pulled my whole male equipment out of his mouth, and with his strong tongue began flicking the helmet of my cock. God, it was the biggest rush. I felt like I was going to explode, and pee at the same time, and my cum came out like an explosion out of an air pumped water gun. I must have sprayed a half a cup of cum. I never thought my heart would stop pounding. At about the same time I also realized that in this position, D. J's dick was hard and pushing against my cheek. So I put it in, and within a few seconds of sucking, he was spraying the inside of my mouth with white cum. We collapsed together on the bed, and realized that the video was still in. The two muscular body builders were now showering. "Do you believe that?" D. J. asked. "They have cum six times already and will probably go for six more before the end of this tape, and that's supposed to be all in one afternoon." "I don't know. What's your record?" "Oh, maybe eight or ten. We could keep trying, you know, for a new personal record." "D. J. don't you have to make deliveries today?" I asked. "Hell, no. Didn't I tell you. Today's my day off. I just came here to meet you finally, because I thought maybe we'd hit it off. We did." In a way I was glad he said he wanted to go for a record. I rolled him over so he could watch the video, and pulled a condom out of my night stand. I slipped this latex sheath over my rough and ready rod. I moved down on D. J's ass, and turned around. His legs were so well shaped. His calves were hard, and his hamstrings were hard and separated. I placed my cock in the valleys of his hamstring, and rubbed up and down. "What are you trying to do? Fuck my legs? Get it in my ass before I turn you over and butt fuck your sorry ass!" he shouted. I could tell his ass had experienced dicks bigger than mine, but because he was experienced, he could pull me in and give me a wild ride. I put my condom clothed cock into his ready hole, and pushed in hard. His hairy back arched again, and I shot my wad in the constricted latex. I stopped immediately and lingered in his ass, knowing he would soon do the same to me. When I looked up at the video again, the stud body builders were washing each other in a gang shower. Of course they were the only ones in it. I pulled slowly out of DJ's tight ass. He immediately stood up and I could see his erection was straining to find a place to relax. It was well over ten inches long now and looked huge in diameter. I hoped I could accommodate him. "D. J. you're too big for me," I pleaded. "Don't worry. I've never found an ass yet I couldn't penetrate." With that he moved me to my backside, spread my legs, and pushed his fingers into my anus. He rubbed the fingers around and around, and I could feel the opening stretching. His huge penis looked even bigger from this position, I prayed the condom wouldn't burst, and before long he was pushing his way in. Usually I am turned the other way when someone enters me, but I loved looking up at D. J's beautiful body. He was so good looking, and as he pumped my ass, I could see every muscle in his body working. He worked slowly, methodically, pumping in and out, as his condom fitted dick lubricated my asshole. The pressure of his cock was making me hard again. Suddenly he tensed and froze, and heat filled my insides. I knew he had deposited seventeen billion sperm in my body. Slowly he brought his hairy chest down to my chest, and placed his loving tongue into my mouth again. He was aware that he was squeezing my hard erection. He pulled his own dick out, and moved down my body with his hands, and worked my dick again until it discharged once more. We were three for three, or was it four for four. I was losing count but it didn't seem to matter. We were just heading for a new record. "I guess you sure do know how to hoist and pull your hose," I said smiling. "Maybe you could make deliveries here every day." "Sure enough, man. You're the best fuck on my route."