Gay Erotic Stories

I had received a phone call from two friends around eleven in the morning on that Saturday, an impromptu invitation to a concert. Another friend had suffered a devastating break-up and the person designated for the third ticket had stayed behind to console her. I never paid much attention to music, just not that interested, I guess. I picked up some likes and dislikes here and there, listened to the radio every now and then, taking recommendations from friends as to what was good and not so hot. Thus, I wasn’t a concert sort of guy, but I thought it would be fun and I certainly had no other plans for the day, so I accepted.

We arrived quite early and every other car seemed to have its own little tailgate party going on in preparation for the concert. Off to our right were some college-aged guys and girls running around with beer and very little in the way of clothing. In front of us were four or five slightly older guys, perhaps mid-20s. One in particular caught my eye. He was very hunky, with beautiful blue eyes, very short blonde hair and a killer tan. I watched him, only half paying attention the puzzle game my friends had started while we waited in the van. Like many beautiful men, he knew he was gorgeous and soon his blue basketball jersey came off, then his wife beater. I practically gasped then; his chest was gorgeous and nicely hairy and his muscles, while big, were not so much so that they were ugly.

I made polite excuses to my friends about wanting a beer, got out of the van and headed over to the car the hunky guy was partying. I put on my straight guy face and voice, nodded gravely when they talked about football and the upcoming band and soon had a beer in my hand and men slapping me on the back. I was introduced to each guy, but the only name to stick in my mind was Mr. Hunk’s, of course: Vincent. I positioned myself beside him and had these guys thought the way I did, they would have seen how possessive I was being, my proximity to Vince warning off all comers. They didn’t, however, see things that way and neither did Vince. I made a few excuses to slap Vincent on the back and pat his hard stomach in a manly sort of way and quickly ditched my own shirt, despite the coming rainstorm, so when he inevitably reciprocated, I felt the shiver down my spine as his hand touched my skin.

The raindrops soon began coming down harder and we began to look for shelter. Vince’s buddies ducked back into their car, but I turned around to find that my friends had taken my hint a little too seriously and already gone to the amphitheatre for the concert, locking the van. Vince, seeing my dilemma, suggested we take cover under the trees across the parking lot, not wanting to leave his brand new buddy standing out in the rain alone. I was impressed that a straight guy could be so sensitive and perceptive about anything, let alone a practical stranger.

We ran to the trees, arriving soaking wet and laughing at our exertion. It was still early to be at the concert, so that half of the parking lot was empty. We went a few yards into the trees to stay out of the rain more completely and sat down. Though I was not in bad shape, the quick run had left me breathing hard, though Vincent hadn’t broken a sweat. I laughed good-naturedly and commented on what poor shape I was in.

“Naw, man, you’re not in bad shape at all,” came Vince’s reply.

“Well, maybe not, but I’m not like you, all buff. I bet you’ve got chicks falling all over for you.”

“Yeah, sometimes, I’ll admit,” he grinned. “But there are some who like your type, the skinny type. Not all of ‘em like the muscles. And if any of ‘em like chest hair, buddy, you got me beat hands down.” He smiled even larger as I ran my hand subconsciously through the thick hair on my chest.

I grinned back and blushed a little. Even if he was straight, he knew how to charm someone, male or female. Sitting next to him in the humid air, I could smell his sweat, musty and thick, and the beer, which, while normally a turn-off, only added to my desire now. I noticed the chain he wore around his neck and the tattoos, half a dozen of them, spread out over his torso. He noticed me noticing, smiled and quickly brought us back to the subject of girls.

“Yeah, mostly, though, they’re dyin’ for a piece of me,” he said proudly.

“Not surprised,” I replied, then thought ‘better now than never.’ “Hey, do you think I could, well, it sounds dumb, but I’ve never really felt muscles like yours, do you mind...?”

Maybe he’d received requests like that before, or maybe he was just flattered by this little shrimp’s adoration, but his smile got bigger, if that was possible, and he presented an arm to me to examine.

I took a little time feeling his arm, then slowly slid up to his shoulder. I moved a little bit so I could sit slightly behind him and felt his shoulders more thoroughly. Then, to his undoubted surprise, I began moving down his back, feeling the muscles with my hands, kneading them gently. I stopped cautiously above the waist of his pants and went back to the shoulders. Still behind him, I slipped my hands over his chest, careful to still seem to be feeling muscles, even when I longed to just run my hands through the hair on his chest. I brushed his nipples and felt him shudder quietly. That was my cue.

I moved down to his stomach and then back to his chest, rubbing slowly. “Shit, man,” Vince breathed, “all that talk of chicks and how you’re touching me, it’s got me all horned up.” Just what I wanted to hear.

“Well, you know, I wouldn’t be opposed to helping you with that,” I murmured.

He turned to look at me, eyes wide but interested. “Like help how?” he asked.

“How can I help?” I asked, making it the hunk’s choice of the day.

“Let’s go back a little further and we’ll find out,” he said, jumping up, hauling me up and practically dragging me out of sight of the parking lot into the woods. We’d gone a couple hundred yards when he turned and kissed me, hard. I kissed back, exploring his chest and back with my hands, taking the time this time to savor the chest hair. I moved down to his nipples and suckled gently, then with more urgency until I was biting them.

As I did this, he unbuckled his jeans and slid them down, revealing tiny white briefs guarding a nice eight-inch cock. These, too, quickly came off and with his strong hands he pushed my head down to his dick. I took it in my mouth with no foreplay and went at it. I guessed correctly that he wasn’t a foreplay kind of guy. He began thrusting into my mouth and moaning loudly. Not wanting to lose out on the action, I positioned my body over his and lowered myself onto him, feeling his wet belly on my chest, accelerating my own desire.

Oral sex, however, had never been my forte and I quickly got tired. He seemed to be lasting a while, which surprised and delighted me, so I pulled off and smiled. “Maybe you’d like something a little closer to that pussy you’re dreaming of,” I suggested.

“Whaddya mean?” he asked, slightly panicked.

“A hole’s a hole, isn’t it? How’d you like to fuck me?”

He looked nervous for a few seconds before I decided to take the issue into my own hands and undressed completely. My six-inch dick stuck up at my stomach and he seemed a little fascinated for someone who must have seen his share of cock in locker rooms. I stepped up to him and kissed him again, grasping his still wet cock with my hand and jacking it slowly. I figured it was still wet enough and I pushed him down to his knees and lay down on the pine needles on my back. I could sense his uncertainty, so I shuffled myself up against him, took hold of his dick and guided it to my ass. “Push,” I whispered and he did.

Surprisingly, he popped right in, which must have surprised him, too, because he immediately asked if he’d done something wrong. “No,” I grinned seductively, “now just fuck me.” If he’d been your typical straight guy when it came to oral sex, he was a much more sophisticated fucker. He started slowly, occasionally building up to a faster pace, and then slowing down again. Every move he made had me moaning and I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him, thrusting my dick into his hard stomach with each of his thrusts into my ass. Any inhibitions he may have had soon disappeared and he began jack hammering me.

I begged for him to fuck me harder, which seemed to turn him on, because he started muttering “Fuck yeah, baby, that’s it, beg for it, you like my dick in you.”

I, of course, loved to hear him talking this way to me, and encouraged it. He rose up off of me and held my legs in the air with his hands while he rammed himself into me. He had me at his mercy now, ready to cum at any moment, but I didn’t want it quite like this, and so I began to urge him on. “Cum in my ass, Vince, I wanna feel you shoot your hot load inside me.”

“You want it, baby?” he growled.

“I want it so bad, Vince, fuck my ass now!” I yelled.

He growled again and began to fuck harder, if that was possible. Within moments, I felt his muscles tighten as his dick shot again and again in my ass. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of me, eyes closed. A minute or two must have gone by, in which he got soft and slipped out of me without moving. When his eyes opened again, he kissed me gently and smiled. “You know, I always wanted to try that. It’s hard to gauge how a guy’s gonna react, though, so I never brought it up. Man, it’s fucking good; you’re fucking good!”

“Why thank you,” I replied, glad I’d made a fantasy come true for him as well as myself.

“You won’t mention this to them, though, the other guys? I still don’t know how they’d react. I gotta...”

“They won’t hear a peep from me,” I promised.

“Well, then, if that’s the case,” he rolled off me, “what can I do for you? I mean, I ain’t into gettin’ fucked, so don’t even think about it, and probably not suckin’, either, but if you want me to maybe jack you off or somethin’, I could do that.”

I was stunned by this offer, generous as it was coming from him. Still, I didn’t waste any time. “Well, there is one thing I’d like to do. It’s not jacking off, but it’s certainly not getting fucked, either.”

“Uh-huh,” he looked dubious. “What is it?”

“You have a great body, as I’ve already told you,” I said. He smiled his marvelous smile again at that. “I’d like to, well, fuck your chest, maybe. I’ve always had a thing for hairy chests and yours is perfect. I thought, maybe, I could just hump it until I came and you could encourage me a little, that’s all.”

He weighed what I’d said for a few moments, then shrugged and said, “Sounds agreeable to me.” He reclined onto his back in the pine needles and put his hands behind his head. “Have at me, dude,” he winked.

Enthralled, I crawled over to him, kissing him eagerly, kisses which he returned. I straddled him with my dick placed between his pecs, feeling the wonderfully coarse hair on his chest. I began to pump slowly and he encouraged me as I’d asked. “Come on, baby, fuck my hot chest. Cum all over those big muscles.”

With that, I sped up and was a little surprised to feel his dick behind me, hard again. I slid back slightly so that his rested against my hole once again and resumed my humping. He ran his hands up and down my back and then took one of my nipples, which were right at his mouth, and bit down hard on it. Rather than being painful, it exhilarated me and I moaned. “Yeah, babe, use me to make yourself feel good. Fuck this hot body.” He, too, was gasping.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer. His hands kneaded my ass, pulling me into him with each thrust. My thrusts became shorter and he was practically chewing on my nipples by now. With one last shudder, I came, feeling my cock spew hot cum against his hard chest. “Yeah, baby, that’s it, god, that feels so good, I can feel you throbbing, oh, shit, man, I’m gonna cum again.” And with that, he did, shooting onto my back and ass.

Again we lay exhausted, this time me on top of Vince. When I opened my eyes, he was looking tenderly at me. “You know, dude, I’m glad we did this.”

“Me, too,” I grinned, bracing myself for what I thought would be an inevitable inappropriate comment on his part.

“You know, can I like have your phone number or something? I’m still straight and all, but that was awesome. Most girls can’t do anything close. I go through dry spells sometimes. In fact, I’m in one right now and I could use a buddy like you to help me through it.”

I chuckled to myself. Still a piece of meat, but I liked Vince and I think he liked me as his buddy, too, and if he also wanted sex, well, that was okay with me. With a little practice, he could get really good and who knows? Every experience could make him more open to sucking and fucking himself.

He fished his phone out of his discarded shorts and tapped in my number. “I’ll call you, dude, I really will,” he said solemnly.

“Good,” I said, “I’ll be looking forward to it. Now let’s put on our clothes and get back to the others. They’ll be wondering...”

“Nah, they’ll think we got to jacking off in the woods together. You know it’s what they all dream of!” he laughed at the irony.

I laughed, too, as we dressed and rejoined his buddies. I sat with Vincent at the concert, both of us shirtless, a little closer than perhaps we should have been, but too thrilled at the physical contact to resist the temptation. It was an interesting few months until Vince ended his dry spell with a certain Joan, who he assured me did leaps and bounds in bed.

Still, I knew he’d be back, girlfriend or not, and I was right.