Gay Erotic Stories

I was on the street engaged in a conversation and supported by my bicycle when he drove by. Actually, I heard his older model work truck before I saw it, but trust me, the sight I got of the man who drove that truck made me keep my eye on it. I watched him crest the slight hill toward the traffic light at the end of the street, and then turned my attention back to my conversation. Moments later, I heard what I thought was that truck again. I looked up to find my thought was truth, and again diverted my attention.

He parked, exited the truck, locked it and checked his surroundings. When he turned in my direction and we made eye contact, he stood there long enough to exchange the look-over. Then he smiled knowingly, walked a few steps up the block and disappeared into The Alley. I kindly killed the conversation, locked my bike to the four-way post at the Inter-modal Station, walked the half a block with a boner and disappeared into The Alley. The instant after the entry door closed behind me, he appeared before my chocolate eyes. In fact, his sudden appearance gave me major, staring pause.

Handsome, lanky like me--but an inch and a half taller than my even six feet. He had me by the ten pounds I wish for daily, and his attire made my mouth water for the second time in an hour. Slightly work-scruffy Levi’s that fit him like they should, they showed off his free-swinging cock like my slim-fit Levi’s showed off mine, except his beacon lay down and against his left thigh. His size ten feet were shod in boots that looked like they had seen their better days of work, yet still had what it takes to get it done for guys like me. Though I actually care less for them, his red flannel print shirt was the finish that turned my cock to stone.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” His moustache crowned mouth whispered. I swallowed hard and stared into the blue eyes.

“Alright,” I whispered and managed to retain the full greediness of the grin that crept across my lips. From there he told me just where to meet him, and went out the door. I walked round the corner toward my destination, sure to greet the clerk on the way. It was not long before he appeared as he’d said. My wide eyes greedily watched his cock as he walked toward me, and once he got close enough, we touched then ducked behind the nearest door. The coin was down, and once the screen lit us up, he placed a hand on my shoulder, leaned closer and spoke again, but in a louder whisper.

“What ‘cha lookin’ for?” he asked with a slight drawl.

“Some cock action.” I said, smiled and watched him do the same.

“Sounds good to me.” he replied.

“So, what are you lookin’ for?” I asked and groped the bulge I could barely cease staring over.

“Somebody to get me off,” he stated in a manner that made my cock throb really hard.

“That’ll probably be me.” I stated and loved the heated surge that charged through me. From there, we stepped closer, began to rub over each other’s body and groped bulges through Mr. Strauss for a bit, and then unleashed our cocks almost at the same moment. I leaned in just a bit closer once I got a whiff of his scent. He had done a bit of work before our meeting, and the light sweat of it still clung to him. This sent one hell of a horny rush through me as I inhaled a fresh nose-full. Meanwhile I eased my hands over his shoulders and as far as they would reach down his upper back. The muscle I felt made me hopefully eager to get under that shirt and get a look at his backside from shoulders to Achilles tendons.

He commented on the fact that I have a long cock, in the same admiring, but slightly envious way that most guys do. It left me wondering why, when he had an equally lengthy nine inches, but he was blessed with his foreskin. I only stared at and over his humpy form with a smile that eventually widened into a warm and wet sanctuary for his meat. It was all I needed as that cock slid past my lips, over my tongue and down my throat. My eyes fell closed; I let out a satisfied moan, then…

It was really unfortunate that he stopped me within just a few slurps. I had gone for that dick slow and swallowed it all. I was just getting to love the feel of my moustache blending with his cock hair as I pushed my jeans to my ankles. But his trade felt great; he had leaned forward and placed his face against mine. In all our groping, he had managed to remove my headgear and expose my newly shaven head. He blew a warm breath over it, and then began to whisper all kinds of heated words into my left ear. About what he had thought when we made eye contact outside.

He said he’d thought about just driving on, but there was something about the way I looked at him. Felt he just had to come back and find out what I was up to. Through it all, he rubbed that fucking light beard over my clean-shaven cheek and one hand over the smoothness of my head. I found myself just kneeling there, breathing right hard and loving it all, with a good grip on the true masculinity of those overworked boots. Before too long I managed to release one, and tucked the headgear away while grazing my moustache over his. We were so close to the kiss we found ourselves in a heavy breath holding pattern on the moustache graze. Then I deeply sniffed his neck and rubbed my face against the roughness of that beard in total desire for more. He sighed passionately when I eased all five fingers throughout his full head of chocolate hair. The feel of which caused my groans to soon become right loud for the space that we occupied. He groped my cock for a bit while the lusty whispering and face rubbing continued, and then he moved back to standing and took me along.

I could only lean my back against the wall and close my eyes as the depth of his moans filled the room and my ears. He was against me and had that cock trapped between our trim bellies. With every push he put to me, the harder I seemed to grope his ass cheeks. But they weren’t in my hands for long. Next came his back, then the back of his head, then I was again feeling the softness of his hair.

The coin expired but I didn’t dare move to drop another, for everything felt way too good for that. But there again, he wasn’t active long. My eyes flew open when he stopped sucking my cock, dropped a coin and began to talk again. He asked if I’d ever had sex with a couple. I told him it had happened when I was in my early twenties, then as the last words fell from my mouth, it dawned on me what his situation was, and the question that was coming next.

“My wife would really love your cock.” he said softly, yet I could not stop the slight furrow that formed in my brow. To cover, I asked him if she knew of his fetish for cock. He said they had been playing off and on with other men, and couples through the course of their marriage. He quickly asked if I was bi or gay, and his lack of eye contact let me know he was a bit let down when I said I’m all for the cock. I thought that would get me out of contention and back on my knees, but not just yet.

I was given the option to change my mind, at any time in my life, if only one more time. “You’re telling me that you and she are that much fun, that’s hot?” I questioned.

“We know what we like, and what to do with a cock like yours when we have it.” Pause. “Only one way to really know…” he finished as he knelt and sucked my cock some more. As I again worked my long fingers over his head, I totally believed what he had said. But it didn’t sway me one bit. Never a misogynist, but I crave the attributes that only a man can provide. Like the fact that only men have hairy chests, a moustache, and how the stiff hair of his scratched over my shaft as he slurped my niner. Also, the occasional stab of his several days beard growth into my balls, the roughness of one hand that held my balls and the other that slid down the inside of my thigh.

I leaned over his fellow lankiness and pulled that summer weight, short sleeve flannel print shirt up his back. Sure liked the trim as mine musculature I found beneath it. It was truly like touching my own body, save for my chocolate skin color. Every muscle around his spine was tight, developed and proof of a life full of physical labor. I caressed his flesh easy one moment, groped it hard the next, then I eased both hands from those solid shoulders to that deep ass cleft. My tongue hardened in want to drag over the entire area.

That hot and lanky fucker only added to it all when he swallowed my cock and bucked forehead forward into my taut gut. I eased hands up him as he changed his position to kneeling, got a standing grip on his hair and fucked his throat for all he could take. And take it that married cocksucker did. For a longer time than I thought he’d be able. The instant after he came up for air, I helped him stand, placed hands on his shoulders and eased him my cock length away from me. I then shook my head to his questioning stare, gazed into those eyes and knelt.

My hands got anchor grip on his firm cheeks of masculine ass, and I was able to follow his staccato, heavy breath request of ‘easy’ as I took his cock in. I wet that cock down on the way down, and used just my lips and moustache to pull a great groan from him on the way back up the thick shaft. At the head I lolled my tongue for a long while, then pressed it against the glans and applied enough suction to help pull the skin up to cover it. Then tried all I could to get my tongue between the two, but their bond was far too close. He loudly punctuated the darkness with the fact that I suck a mean cock, and then his voice again fell to a whisper as he asked me to set his free for a moment. I did, but it was too late.

He got double-handed grip on my shaved head and eased it back down till the head of that cock punched down my throat. Within a growl, he called me some kind of cocksucker then began to make me swallow fast and breathe through my nose between blasts. He had a lot to give and it almost became too much, too long a downtime. I groped his ass, even managed a moan through it all. My lanky buddy gave the reprieve at the right moment, grunted with satisfaction as he pulled that dick free, and then leaned back into ecstasy.

After his wits returned and we had put our cocks away, he asked if I lived in the area, then introduced himself by name. Said he wanted to do more than what we had just shared, and then he went suddenly silent. Those blues looked at me with a thought I knew would become verbal. He asked for my phone number, and then stated that he wanted it so he and I could get together and get naked in a bed.

I gave it a long moment of thought, for being wary of married strangers with my phone number. I gave it, but secretly hoped he wouldn’t use it. Yes, I could see myself in bed with that equally lanky, long-dicked and masculine fucker. That was the side of me in hunger for more of that lanky hairiness and waiting for his call.

I did notice the slightly odd stare from the clerk as I exited. After all, I wasn’t wearing the headgear; it was hanging from my left rear pocket.

GRIFFIN