Gay Erotic Stories

We headed east on the long leg portion of the loop, checking out the occupants of every car we either pulled along side at a light, passed by, or they passed us by. Initially, Curtis was ogling the girls, and he was getting looks back. Curtis was really not that “cute”, as I’d first assessed—he was masculine and handsome—strong, angular jaw line and genuine good looks when it came to his face. And his body proportions matched is face! The girls were definitely paying more attention to him rather than me. Of course, I was driving and had to make sure I didn’t rear-end someone. He was busy being gregarious, smiling and joking with any car of girls, and even commenting to the guys—usually about their car, or inquiring “what’s happening, dude” easily breaking the ice with anyone. This guy just had natural talent!

While watching Curtis work his magic, I couldn’t help but notice his body language—something that was amazing, considered he was basically seated in the car. He rise up, lean over the side of the door, stretch out his hands, and make gestures with his muscular arms. He’d then turn my direction with a broad smile, flashing his white perfectly aligned choppers, with big dimples spreading on both sides of his cheeks. Yeah—this guy was infectious.

We circled the loop I think about 7 or 8 times, until my little white convertible caught the attention of the local city cops, who pulled us over, checked my license and registration, and then told us to move on, if we were seen around again, we’d I’d get a ticket. In my mind I was thinking “what the hell for—it’s a free country the last time I checked”, but I wasn’t going to argue and didn’t want to shell out money for some stupid ticket.

We’d only gone less than a quarter way around and were headed for home, when I spotted another squad car looking at us—just a bit too long. Curtis picked up on this too and spoke first, “Hey man, turn right here and follow that yellow Buick.”

That guy in the yellow Buick I didn’t know, but I’d seen him cruising both the loop and the gay circuit as well. I’d seen him several times and actually had gotten a pretty good look at him. He didn’t look bad, probably in his upper 20’s or maybe around 30, rugged good looks and maybe even promising, but I just didn’t know, and tonight wasn’t the night to find out.

“Hey, the guy’s turning…let’s see where he’s going.” Curtis’ sudden voice jolted me from my thoughts. Instinctively, I just turned and followed the Buick around to the right. This put is on the gay circuit’s second leg of the figure “8”. I didn’t say anything, just followed him for a couple more blocks before he predictably turned to the left. Without turning towards Curtis, I turned to the left, starting the third leg.

“Man, now that’s a car! Buick Grand Sport with a 455 V-8! Sweet!” Curtis cooed. “I’ve seen this dude before around town. I’d love to get hold of that!”

I could only assume Curtis definitely was referring to the car…yeah it was nice, but then again so probably was the driver. The Buick made still another left turn and so did we. His brake lights came on mid-block and he pulled over to park. Shit. I was prepared just to drive on by, punt, get the hell out of there, head for home and call it a night.

“Let’s check him out! I gotta see his set of wheels!” Curtis excitedly interjected.

I obeyed and since I was already almost upon him, I pulled around in front of him and parked two car lengths ahead. As soon as my car stopped, Curtis just bolted right over the door, landing on the sidewalk and was walking towards the guy’s car. Shit, now what’s going to happen? Something tells me good old Curtis here is about to get one hell of a surprise. Oh well, as if I could do anything about it now. What if the guy commented on my car—I was sure he’d seen me and would remember me.

I got out of the driver’s side and walked back to join Curtis. My palms were clammy with sweat…shit here it goes…

“Hey Brian…meet…ugh…Ralph!”

He knows this guy? Nah, he couldn’t…he’s just met him that fast—probably—hopefully. Man this guy doesn’t waste any time—and apparently neither does old Ralphie here! This is going to get pretty sticky fast.

“You guys wanna go for a ride?” Ralph asked in what took to be too friendly a voice.

“Hey man, sure!” chirped up Curtis.

I just shrugged my shoulders, “I’d better flip up the top first” I added, and headed back to my car. Curtis followed and helped me rip off the boot. Literally two minutes later, the top was up and the car locked. I headed nervously back to Ralph’s yellow beauty. Curtis slid in the front seat first, sliding right to the middle, allowing me the shotgun position. I thought, “Shit, this poor guy’s no fucking idea what he’s just opened himself up for.”

Ralph leaned over and extended his hand across Curtis’ lap. I reached out and shook it. Ralph put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb. “Curtis here is the car nut and just about crapped his pants when he saw your wheels.” I said in my best non-shaky voice. Then, not wanting to leave my own car abandoned on a downtown side street too long, I added, “Let’s make this sorta short…I’d like a car to come back to.”

“Hey guys, no problem, we’ll just cruise around a little bit. So, Curtis you’re in lust over the wheels—ehh?”

“Yeah, it’s kinda like sex on wheels.”

“Jesus, Mary, Joseph—what a choice of words!” was all I could think of. Curtis is playing right into this guy’s lap—literally!

I was kind of surprised this car had bench seats rather than bucked seats and a console—just seemed kind of odd. Then again, he probably invested in the engine rather than the interior. Or maybe the bench seats were intentional—like for situations like right now! We turned and thankfully Ralph headed around the main loop, driving its entire length, while he and Curtis were talking car shoptalk.

On the last leg of the loop, we pulled up to a red light. Ralph’s right hand slipped off the steering wheel and landed squarely on Curtis’ left thigh. Curtis said nothing, I turned my head forward, but out of the corner of my eye I could see Ralph’s hand hadn’t moved. I had noticed that during our last loop go around, Curtis was busier talking about the car and hadn’t paid a lick of attention to any of the girls, or other guy’s cars.

Then it happened. “Hey look at the fags!” boomed a deep and raspy voice from a black Camaro two cars over. My only defense was not to acknowledge hearing the insult. None of us said anything. I just looked ahead and desperately waited for the light to change. I was relieved when we moved forward. The condition was however, extremely temporary—the black Camaro pulled into the lane next to us—immediately on my right. There were four guys in the car—two in front and two in the cramped back seat.

“Hey fags—nice pretty yellow car!”

I wasn’t sure if this screwball was hurling insults at us personally, or was he trying to instigate a race from Ralph. Maybe he was just showing off for his buds. Shit, what was to happen next?

Ralph leaded forward and yelled back at the driver, “Hey man, cute little toy car ya’ got there. It come with that engine…or didn’t ya’ cannibalize the Lawnboy? Why don’t ya’ get behind me and I’ll suck you up my exhaust pipe!”

Jesus, we’re in for trouble.

Ralph put his foot down and we shot forward beating the next red light, leaving the frustrated driver of the Camaro fuming—and sitting! Thank God, Ralph turned off the loop and back onto the gay circuit, conveniently out of sight range of the bastards. I looked over to congratulate Ralph on his ditching them when I noticed Ralph’s hand was still on Curtis’ left thigh—and his hand was now moving back and forward—stroking Curtis.

“Now that’s what I call living dangerously!” Ralph chuckled. I couldn’t have agreed more. I looked at Curtis, he didn’t say anything—kind of strange—but he just had this big grin on his face and two big dimples.

“I think I’ve had enough of a ride for tonight” I interjected. Curtis nodded his head in agreement. We rounded the next corner and my little white convertible (also a Camaro) came into view. I was relieved, this whole disaster was about over—and my car was still there too.

“Speaking of living dangerously, what you two guys out lookin’ for tonight?” Ralph asked as we pulled in behind my car.

“Nothin’ much, just cruisin’!” Curtis replied first.

“You guys into girls or guys?” There it was—out on the table—I said nothing—time to let Curtis do the talking. After all, he’d got us into this situation—Mr. Personality could just as well get us out.

“Actually…both!” Curtis coyly barbed. I was dumbfounded. Silence… “Hey, you know—any port in a storm!” Curtis was laughing loudly now. Ralph’s hand continued to move up and down Curtis’ thigh. I couldn’t help but notice a distinctive bulge in Curtis’ crotch. I guessed he wasn’t kidding!

“Well boys, I’m definitely into guys, and it appears that your friend here’s interested. How about a bit of fun? I’ll make it worth both your while. Any takers?”

I looked at Curtis; he shrugged his shoulders and just smiled. I just sat there panic stricken. Curtis turned to Ralph, “How much is worth while? I got a truck payment due.”

“I’ll give you each a hundred bucks! You guy’s wanna make a deal?”

This was all going just a bit too fast. The thought crossed my mind—maybe this guy’s an undercover cop? Naw, those guys in the Camaro I’m sure would have picked up on it. Besides, I’d seen him always alone many times before—even pulled over with other guys.

Curtis looked over at me and whispered, “I really need the dough…you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” He then winked, and turned to Ralph. “Deal.”

I got out and headed back to my car—my head was throbbing—I had to get a breath of air. Was Curtis just desperate for money and would let Ralph suck his dick, or he’d just fuck “any port in a storm” as he’d mentioned? Or was he bi…or… I let Curtis make the arrangements; within a couple of minutes Curtis was opening my passenger door.

“Hey man, this isn’t a problem for you is it?”

“N…no, not really, I guess.”

Curtis picked up on my hesitation immediately. “Hey man, I hope you don’t think less of me, but the last year in college, I partied a lot, and man—we had some pretty wild parties! Besides, think of the money. If you want, you can just jack him off, or fuck him if you want, I’ll give him a blowjob or something like that. Good money for an hour or so’s fun don’t ya’ think?”

“I don’t know…I guess so.” I lied. True, I wasn’t sure about Ralph, but I’d certainly welcome the opportunity to see the goods on Curtis. He just laughed and told me to follow Ralph, as he led the way to his house.

Within a matter of a few minutes, we were pulling into a long driveway that curved as we drove up the hill. My worries pretty much evaporated as we drove through this upper class older neighborhood—filled with huge older stately homes. The driveway curved and the main house came into view from behind the evergreen trees—it was huge! This guy must really come from a wealthy family—or Ralph’s got one hell of a career going. One thing for sure—this guy was certainly no cop!

We pulled in behind Ralph, as he hit his garage door opener, then drove in and parked next to a dark blue Cadillac sedan. I’d seen this car before too! I killed the motor, shut off the lights. Curtis was already out of the car. I locked it up and walked next to Curtis.

“This guy look like a “sugar daddy” or what?” Curtis whispered heavily.

I’d heard of the expression, yet just had never heard anyone use it, much less in this context. It drove home the point for me—we were just a couple of hustlers! I was still reeling from the absolute “mater-of-fact” cavalier attitude that Curtis had. It was just simply about getting his rocks off and collecting a hundred bucks. I’d guessed that maybe he was probably a swinger and after those wild college parties—nothing much phased him when it came to sex—whatever form it took. At this point, I guessed he sure probably knew more than I did anyway. Time to let the expert lead on.

“Let’s go inside, shall we? This way gentlemen.” Ralph announced.

“Nice spread you got here, Ralph!” Curtis started in. “This place all yours?”

“Yes, my parents left it to me. They both died in a plane crash three years ago.”

“Sorry man, I’m sure that’s been rough.” Curtis added in a genuinely concerned tone.

Ralph opened the back breezeway doors, and we walked into the house through the pantry and into the kitchen. “You guy’s care for a drink?”

“Sure, that’d be fine with me. Anything ya’ got that’s wet.” Curtis chuckled—more dimples showing prominently.

I couldn’t have agreed more, my nerves had been shot by the shitheads in the Camaro, and the ever-building pressure of discovery. I needed a drink and I didn’t care either—anything would be fine.

Ralph poured us both a gin and tonic. It cleared out the dryness in my throat and felt good going down, plus it relaxed my nerves and lessened my fading apprehensions—at least the second one did! Ralph went on to tell us that he’d lived in the house alone ever since his parents met their demise—he was an only child and was instantly left alone. He’d just finished law school and the accident had happened the weekend after he’d finished his boards—they’d been returning home.

I felt somehow drawn to this guy—he wasn’t just another guy on the make—he was a real person, and a pretty amazing one at that. I couldn’t speak for Curtis, but at this point, I was not thinking about the money—actually just about Ralph. Speaking of Ralph, he’d been in the process of loosening the collar on his shirt, unbuttoning the front, while approaching Curtis. I was more than happy to let Curtis “lead the way” so to speak, I could follow suit and just go with the flow to any extend I wished.

Curtis was primed and ready—primed with I guessed the four gin and tonic’s he’d had compared to my two and Ralph’s three, I believe. He just all of the sudden shucked off his shirt. His torso stood out beautifully in the bright kitchen light…Curtis was quite a specimen. It wasn’t just my eyes that widened—Ralph’s mouth dropped open. Ralph followed suite, removing his shirt. He was probably a good 5-6 years Curtis’ senior, but he had one hell of a masculine body—not a rippled chest or a six-pack showing, but you could see the vague outlines of a tight stomach through a moderate coating of fur.

Then Curtis did something amazing. He just stepped forward and started unbuckling Ralph’s trousers, letting them fall. Ralph’s semi-hard member was now straining at the material of his boxer shorts. Curtis peeled off his trousers—no underwear—he was naked. Ralph liked what he saw—his dick suddenly shot forward at a 45+-degree angle right through the slit in his boxers—nice legs—all three of ‘em!

I became self-conscious—I was the only one still dressed. I removed my shirt, moving around to get a better look at Curtis. What a treat—this guy had a real gun between his legs—it was rock hard and I guessed a good 9 inches—and fat too. They both were making a runaway impression on my own dick—which was now begging for release from its confines. I undid my belt and trousers, and to my surprise, I pulled off my jockey’s with the trousers. There we all stood—naked, primed and ready.

“How about the ten-cent tour?” Ralph quipped, and let us through the foyer and up the main stairs to the second level. Moments later, we were in his bedroom. It was larger than my parent’s entire living room and dining room combined. There was a separate sitting room off to one side and two bathrooms flanked either side. He had a king sized bed that looked small until one got up close. Ralph stood in front of the end of the bed and motioned for both of us to join him. Seconds later we were in a group hug—more like a group grope with our dicks battling for space. My instincts just took over. I kissed Ralph, Ralph kissed Curtis, Curtis actively kissed him back, and then Curtis stuck his tongue down my throat.

Curtis was a real player! “This guy’s good” I thought to myself. I wasn’t about to be disappointed. The three of us fell back onto the bed, and soon were a tangled mass of arms, tongues, mouths, dicks, hands, and ass cracks. Any fear, reluctance or trepidation evaporated and was replaced by raw animalistic desire. I surprised myself—after all it hadn’t been but two-three hours since my last romp.

Curtis was a pro. He went right to work making sure he was pleasing Ralph in every way he could. He responded to Ralph’s slightest cue, first burying his mouth around Ralph’s throbbing weapon—right down to his balls in one swift movement—then went at it full bore. This guy was an expert cocksucker! If this guy was bi—the “b” was for boys and the “i” was for incidentally—girls!

In the meantime, I found myself licking the back of Curtis’ neck and my hands playing with his butt cheeks. Curtis’ right hand found my dick and began stroking me. Like I said, this guy was good—I couldn’t have done better myself! Okay, good ole Curtis knew what he wanted—I’d be more than happy to help him out. I wet my fingers and started playing with his ass, stroking and playing with his rosebud, re-wetting my fingers, then pushing through. Curtis let out a noticeable moan, but kept right on sucking off Ralph. Ralph apparently couldn’t take much more, as he gently pushed Curtis off his cock—the suction made a noticeable plop, when his lips parted company.

Ralph turned himself around, pointing his cheeks at Curtis’ face. Mr. Knowledge didn’t have to be told, he promptly buried his face between the cheeks. Ralph began moaning, which lead to a quick crescendo when Curtis’ expert tongue found its mark. I was now getting those tell tale twinges and had to pull away from Curtis’ massaging fingers. When I shifted, so did Curtis. He pushed upwards and parked his cock against Ralph’s backside; spit on it, then split Ralph’s cheeks. Ralph moved forward and grabbed a tube of KY from his nightstand, took off the cap, and handed it to Curtis. He quickly coated his weapon, and then instead of setting the tube down, passed it to me!

I didn’t know whether or not it were those four gin and tonics talking—but I sure as hell knew who was answering! I pulled back and lubed up my pulsing missile, and positioned myself at the entrance to Curtis’ hall of glory, waiting from him to get into position with Ralph. Seconds later, Curtis rammed his weapon home and Ralph let out a gasp and a couple of whimpers, then gingerly backed up against Curtis’ onslaught.

“What you waitin’ for, Brian? Get on with it—fuck me! Just shove it in and let’s get going! I wanna get the fuckin’ show on the road! Shove it in and hold it a minute, when I start movin’ get the rhythm going.”

This guy was truly amazing. If he golfed as good as he sucked and fucked—he’d be on the PGA Tour! I did as I was told—I would have anyway—he was vulnerable. I just thrust myself straight in as far as I could go. “Jesus! Now stop a second!” he barked. Less than thirty seconds later, Curtis was pushing forward and back against my cock. I followed his lead as he pistoned Ralph. We got the rhythm down in just a few delicious strokes. When Curtis would thrust into Ralph, I’d pull back, and then when Curtis would pull back, I’d thrust into Curtis. We carried on for a good 7-8 minutes without stopping—before I heard Curtis’ moans over Ralph’s, and felt Curtis’ ass clamp down on my dick.

Curtis was burying a good hot load deep into Ralph’s ass, Ralph was furiously jacking his dick against the bed covers, and just as I was ready to let loose, my dick slipped out. I quickly pinched off most of my load, but some spattered on Curtis’ cheeks, I thrust it home and let loose—blasting my load inside Curtis, while feeling the stickiness of his cheeks against my loins. What a feeling! Curtis’ legs were shaking and so were mine. I pulled out and sat back on my haunches. Curtis did the same. Curtis reached back and grabbed my dick. I reached forward and ran my hands around his slippery muscle.

It was then we realized that Ralph was will tackling his throbbing member. Curtis spun him around and pushed him down on his back, then took Ralph’s hands away from his cock and buried his cock down his throat, and began bobbing up and down, sucking for all he was worth. Less than 30 seconds later, Ralph arched his back and let out a yelp, and was shooting his load down Curtis’ throat. It must have been quite a load, as some of it spilled out and ran down Curtis’ chin.

Curtis pulled off Ralph’s spent one-eyed torpedo and leaned forward. I saw Ralph smile and lick his lips…Curtis complied…he pressed forward and just before his lips met Ralph’s he opened his mouth and let a good mouthful of cum ooze out, falling against Ralph’s lower face, mouth, chin and spilling over down his neck. Then, their mouths locked in a sloppy kiss. About a minute later, Curtis pulled back, and then licked the remaining cum from Ralph’s chin and neck. He then turned to me and gave me a kiss.

I could still taste a good deal of cum left over in Curtis’ mouth. To my surprise, my dick let loose with a second load, which splashed against Curtis’ chest and stomach. I’m sure he felt it, because just as I was finishing, he drew me against him in a tight hug. We felt the warm jizz ooze out from between us—wherever it could.

Whatever Curtis’ sexual persuasion was—one thing was for sure—this guy was good! My mind was racing—I was already thinking about just he and I getting it on and the few weeks we’d have left before I went to school in the fall. Maybe…

“Curtis, that was amazing! You’re still the best! That was even better than last week. See, I told you that you’d perform better in a threesome!”

“What the hell’s going on here? You two’ve been at it before?”

“Yeah, I guess. We’ve sort of had this planned all along. We just didn’t know who with.” Curtis sheeplishly admitted.

I was flabbergasted; I didn’t know what to think. Part of me was angry for being put through all of this tension, yet I’d just probably had the best sex to date, and had just met two great people—all in the course of one day. I must have had one hell of a look on my face. Both Ralph and Curtis looked concerned, and then started playfully wrestling with me while apologizing. Well, Mr. Perfect here just let is anger melt away. After all, I had my own little bit of history going on.

We cleaned up and prepared to part company. Ralph said he had to work on a brief in his office Saturday morning in final preparation for a big “make or break” case that was to start on Monday morning. We showered, dressed and headed back downstairs through the kitchen. Just before arriving at the breezeway door, Ralph stopped us, and then reached out his hands with two $100 bills. I did what I thought was the polite and proper thing at the moment, and turned it down, saying I wasn’t that kind of guy (lying through my teeth). To my surprise, Ralph just handed both bills to Curtis. “It’s been a group effort, you just figure out the distribution.”

Curtis took both bills, and Ralph ushered us out, wishing us a safe trip home and to please come back again—anytime. I got the distinct feeling he actually viewed us as friends—and I’d like that. We said our goodbyes and kissed each other all around, and then Curtis and I got in the car and headed home. It was 2:30 in the morning. I sure hoped the night audit excuse would suffice.

Just before we pulled into his driveway, Curtis tried to hand me one of the bills. “Here take it, you earned it.” He stuffed it into my shirt pocket anyway. I didn’t refuse—maybe it wasn’t good form to refuse it—maybe it was calling him a hustler—I didn’t know. If he was offering—I guess I was taking. That could certainly extend to a future session between just us. Maybe no money would exchange hands, but we’d sure be the richer for it.

“Hey’ I got an idea! My parents are at the lake, tomorrow’s Saturday; we’re both off anyway, why not crash here. Besides, we can get to know each other better!”

I thought to myself, “How much better could that be?” I smiled, and then thought of not having to confront anybody on the home front, “Yeah, that’d be great, but I’ll have to give the homestead a call first—just so they don’t bring out the troops.”

“Sure thing! It’s a done deal then.” We headed inside, I called home and cleared things up, Curtis handed me a beer, and we sat at the kitchen table and polished them off pronto. Minutes later after laughing and downing the last of the brewskies, Curtis led the way to his bedroom. Neither of us said a word, we just stripped naked and got into his double bed. Curtis turned towards me and asked, “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

“Yes, but it was quite a bit of a surprise, some of the suspense, I’d just as soon not had to go through.”

“I’m truly sorry, I wasn’t sure about it totally—but I had an idea about you.” I guess he couldn’t see the disapproving frown on my face in the dark. With that he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips—then his tongue slid past—I let it. Our tongues did a dueling dance for good time, while our bodies pressed against each other. Our dicks were growing hard again. “I’m sorry, but my dick’s kinda sore…guess it needs some recovery time.

“Yeah, mine too” I said. It really wasn’t, but I wasn’t at all sure that I could blast off for a fourth time in one night.

“So, you really did enjoy tonight, eh?”

“Yes, it was amazing.” I agreed.

“Good, ‘cause you’re going to absolutely LOVE tomorrow!