Gay Erotic Stories

Though I wanted a job on Pete’s builder’s crew, there were no current vacancies. As way of compensation for not being able to keep his promise, he managed to get me a job at a warehouse, which a friend of his managed. Hey, I was working with guys only, so who was I to complain. The first day on the job was such an eye-opener that I think Pete is owed an enormous debt of gratitude.

I was rostered on with Jon and Allen. There was a lot of forklift work to do, but a lot of the heavy boxes had to be manoeuvred around by hand. These were both (physically) big boys. They were both about 6-foot, and stockily built. Jon was a redhead with a cropped beard on a handsome, craggy face. Allen was also a redhead, but with a shock of red waves, held back with a cowboy-style headband. They were both in checked flannelette shirts, Levi ‘501’ jeans, and boots. It was hot in the warehouse, and there was a lot of sweat flowing. They had told me to take a 1-hour break, and with there not being anywhere to go, I just sat down behind a pile of boxes, and decided to take a quick nap.

I was suddenly woken up by the boy’s voices, quite close-to-hand. Sitting up, I peered through a gap in the cartons. They were standing only a few feet away, and were holding each other by the hips.

‘What if Greg comes back,’ Jon was saying to Allen, glancing over his shoulder.

‘Don’t worry about that. If he catches us, we’ll just get him to join in,’ Allen replied, pulling Jon closer to him, grinding there crotches together.

‘From what Peter has told me, his little brother is a pretty hot fuck. I don’t get the feeling he’d object!’

They started tongue kissing, probing each other deeply. Jon pushed Allen back against the wall, and crushed their bodies together. I could hear the sucking of their tongues as they ground their tongues and bodies into each other. Allen slowly unbuttoned Jon’s shirt, slipping it off his shoulders. Jon had a white singlet on, which was plastered to his body with perspiration, his nipples prominent through the wet cotton, his pec’s rippling at Allen’s touch. Allen ran his hands up and down Jon’s back as they continued the grind, pushing Jon away occasionally to move his mouth down to his nipples, which he nibbled through the damp cotton of his singlet.

‘Shit man, you taste so salty,’ Allen said, looking up into Jon’s face before they went into another tongue clinch. Allen pulled the shirt off Jon, and tossed it toward where I was watching. It landed on a box above my head, and I could smell the male sweat odour coming off it. I started to fondle my cock through my jeans, working it up into a hard-on, not taking it out. I knew if I started wanking while watching these two hunks, I’d blow in seconds. I wanted this to be a slow, erotic, voyeuristic wank.

Jon undid Allen’s shirt, and slipped it to the floor. His stocky chesty was on full view, his nipples erect and waiting. Jon lowered his mouth and started to nibble on one, rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Allen moaned. Jon then started to lick up the beads of sweat running in a small rivulet down his chest, running his tongue up between the prominent gap between Allen’s abs. His tongue ran under Allen’s chin, then back up to his mouth. As he returned to the tonguing, his hands reached down and started to undo Allen’s jeans. There bodies separated. Jon massaged the growing bulge of Allen’s cock through the denim as he proceeded to unbutton the fly, taking his time, staring into Allen’s eyes as he moved his hand lower.

The bulge of the thick shaft appeared as the fly opened. The head was still trapped, and Jon bent down, licking the shaft that was on show, pushing the trapped head hard with his hand to prevent it springing out. Allen gasped, and pulled Jon’s head in close, thrusting the exposed shaft into his mouth. Jon pulled back, undoing the last button, and spreading the two sides of the fly. Allen’s cock literally jumped out, the thick, uncut head springing to full attention. Jon smiled, and ran his fingers lightly up the silky, sweaty shaft. As his hand arrived at the top, he clamped the foreskin and pulled it back, exposing the head, moistened already with a sheen of pre-cum.

From where I stood, I could see the throbbing veins running up its length. The head was still half covered by the foreskin, but Jon was on his knees, starting to tongue lash the shaft, teasing it with slow licks along it. He took hold of it, and Allen gasped again as he lightly ran his beard up and down it . My cock was rock hard by now, and I wanted to just whip it out and wank off, but I also wanted to see how far this was all going to go, so I remained just rubbing myself. I could feel the dampness of cum in my jockstrap, a sure sign that my juices were flowing. I returned to watching, slowly edging the shirt down behind the boxes with me. I removed my own, being as quiet as I could, and slipped into Jon’s damp shirt. The aroma of sweat and testosterone surrounded me. I hoped the boys wouldn’t take too long – I really wanted to blow a load, and how!

Jon reached into Allen’s jeans, which were still sitting on his hips, and slowly drew his balls out. He pushed the erect cock out of the way, and buried his nose into the heavy ball sac, audibly inhaling, then letting out a moan.

‘Oh man, you smell so good. Think I’ll get a taste now,’ and he took the balls into his mouth, sucking both balls at once, slowly rolling them around in his mouth before allowing them to drop out. He stood up, and removed Allen’s jeans. The glint of a metal cockring could be seen amongst the patch of trimmed, red pubic hair. Jon gripped his hand around the ring, and turned it round and round as he gave Allen another tongue kiss. Allen reached behind Jon and cupped his butt through the jeans. He pushed Jon back, and pulled Jon’s singlet over his head. He pushed Jon’s head to look down, and trailed a string of pre-cum off the half-exposed head of his cock. They both smiled, Jon reaching down to catch the string, then raising his fingers to his mouth, sucking the trail of cum off them. Again, he pushed Allen back, dropped to his knees, and licked the cummed head clean – all to no avail, as more cum continued to leak off the erect cock.

Jon stood, and was about to start unbuttoning his jeans when Allen knocked his hands away, and proceeded to do it him self. As the first buttons unpopped, Jon’s jeans rode down a bit, exposing the strap of a narrow-band jockstrap. Allen grinned, giving the waistband a quick snap, then just pulling Jon’s jeans off, with little ceremony. Jon’s cute, strapped arse was facing me, and I watched as Allen again cupped his butt, and knelt down in front of him. From between Jon’s spread legs, I could see Allen muzzling the jock pouch, taking nips and licks at it, but never releasing what must be, by now, its very erect contents.

Allen moved himself onto a small pile of boxes, his jeans still around his ankles. Jon moved forward, as the crotch was now in an easily accessible position, and swallowed Allen’s cock again. Allen leaned over Jon’s back, and spread his cheeks wide, exposing his arsehole. From where I stood, I could see the jock-clad bulge of his cock and balls, his cheeks outlined by the jockstrap leg bands, and the puckered butt hole, quivering, waiting for a cock.

Allen moved down off the boxes, and positioned himself behind Jon. He reached between Jon’s legs, and released the cock and balls from the confines of the sweaty pouch. There was a line of fine red hair running up Jon’s butt, and Allen teased it with his fingers. I could hear Jon moan. He turned Jon around, and sat his cock on Jon’s thigh. They went for another tongue clinch . I opened my jeans, and slipped them off. My jockstrap was soaked in pre-cum. I could feel the sticky moistness as I gripped my hard cock through it, but I still wasn’t going to let it out, still wasn’t going to rub it to pleasure. It could wait with me. I buried my nose in the shirt, breathing deeply. Shit, the smell of men would drive anyone mad.

Allen turned Jon around again. Jon’s released balls made a pile on the box as they draped over the stiff shaft, and Allen slowly ran his erect cock up the crack, teasing the entrance with the fully exposed head of his cock. A small rivulet of sweat ran down Jon’s balls, and Allen bent forward, licking it up, running his tongue up the full drop of the sac, stopping to tease the junction of the leg bands and the pouch between Jon’s legs, then running his tongue up to the hole, flicking it with the point of his tongue, making Jon gasp.

He pushed Jon forward over the boxes, pushing Jon’s erect cock and the full drop of his balls down the front of the boxes. He laid himself gently over him, letting the full weight of his body fall onto Jon’s back. He laid his cock along the crack of Jon’s arse, so that the head pointed toward the junction of the jock. A thick drop of cum squeezed itself out, quickly soaked up by the leg strap of the jock, causing the fine red hairs to glisten. Jon raised his work-sock-clad feet up, sitting down on his calves, thrusting his arse back at Allen. Allen ran his hands in a circular motion over the fully exposed butt, ringing the hole with his thumb, then teasing it with the head of his cock, leaving thin dabs of cum near the entrance.

Slowly, he spread the cheeks, pushing them far apart. Jon reached between his legs and started to wank his own cock. Allen stepped forward, lining the head of his cock up with the hole. The foreskin was now fully withdrawn, and the thick head dripping with cum, which he rubbed around the entrance to Jon’s arse. He slowly moved forward.

I reached into my jockstrap, just in time to catch a full load of cum as it exploded out of the head, filling my palm. I gasped loudly, enough to be heard. Allen didn’t move, but turned his head over his shoulder and said ‘If that’s a full load of cum I’ve just heard blowing over there, I have a good use for it over here, Greg.’

I stepped out from behind the boxes, and moved over to where the two smiling hunks were about to fuck, my still erect cock hanging out of the pouch of my jockstrap ‘Rub that load up my cock, boy, though I don’t think this stud about to take my cock needs all that much lubing.’

I turned my palm over, and started to rub the cum up Allen’s cock shaft. I could feel the heat from it. Allen reached down and grabbed the head of my cock, milking the last drops of cum out of it. I worked a small amount into the wet entrance of Jon’s arse, and stood back. ‘Nice cock,’ Allen said as he moved his hand from my shaft. ‘Now I know why your brother talks about it so much,’ he grinned, as he turned back to Jon’s arse.

‘Want to lick my sweaty balls while I fuck this stud?’ he asked. I just nodded, and moved behind him, kneeling. I looked up, watching now, as Allen slowly pushed his cockhead into Jon’s arse. It slipped in slowly, Allen being in no hurry to finish the fuck.

The full 8 1/2 inches of the shaft disappeared up Jon’s arse. The jockstrap framed the hottest scene I had encountered for some time.

From where I knelt, I could see two sets of balls, hanging low. Jon’s lay between his legs, resting on the side of the box. Allen’s hung down between his legs, and started to swing back and forth as he slowly rammed his cock into Jon. There was a slight wet sound as the two sets of balls met, coming together then moving apart. Allen spread his legs wider. His arse was clenched tight, and as I watched, a small stream of sweat drops ran towards the crack, disappearing between his legs. They appeared on his balls, slowly running down, drips poised at the bottom of his ball sac.

I grabbed his muscled thighs, and pushed my head between his legs. As he drew back from Jon’s hole, his balls swung back, and I slurped the sweat drops off his balls. I then had a bird’s eye view of his shaft sliding back into Jon’s hot hole. Both men were moaning, and sweat was starting to run profusely in all directions. Allen started to pump harder, ramming his cock into the hole. Both sets of balls swung wildly, slapping into each other with the thrusts. Allen reached his hands down, and cupped Jon’s butt, pushing the cheeks further apart, trying to get deeper into the throbbing arse. I slipped my jockstrap off, and started to mop up the sweat from both men. Later, I would try to get Jon’s jockstrap. Knowing he had been fucked in it by this hot hunk would give me wank fantasies for weeks.

Suddenly, Allen let out a yell. He pushed deep into Jon’s arse, jabbing several times. I could see his butt spasm as the orgasm shot the cum up his shaft and into Jon’s arse. I heard Jon yell, and looking back down between both sets of legs, saw his hard cock shoot off a load of cum over the boxes. I forced my head in, and licked it off the cardboard, then looked up, and saw a thin dribble leaking out of Jon’s arse. Allen was still pushed into him, but I flicked my tongue up, and licked the thin dribble off as it ran down.

Allen pulled back, and more cum ran out, which I eagerly lapped up. Allen collapsed back, plonking himself on the ground. His hard cock had a sheen of cum all the way up it, and without even thinking, I turned, knelt, and shoved the glistening cock into my mouth, sucking the last drops out of it. Allen yelled, but didn’t attempt to push me away. Turning back, I saw Jon roll onto his back, using the boxes for support. Cum dripped down from his cock, and dribbled slowly out of his arse. I tongued it off him as he lay there.

Both boys laughed. ‘Shit, you sure like your cum, don’t you mate! No waste with you around.’ I turned from kneeling in front of Jon, and smiled.

‘Work’s over for the day, boys.’ Allen said, moving towards the pile of discarded clothing.

Tim A talderman@ihug.com.au Copyright 2002 Timothy James Alderman