Gay Erotic Stories

The conference was over at noon on Friday and since I had worked with the guys before and was the only one in the marketing department with no wife and kids to go home to, I got the assignment. Not that I minded. An expensive meal was good enough reason, but the guys were also my age, outgoing, fun, and both rather handsome.

Their first request was a trip to the ocean to go swimming. They had been at the conference all week, but had no car, and hadn’t had a chance to see or swim in the ocean, so the ocean it was. This assignment was already turning out better than my expectations. A swim meant I would at least get to see the guys half naked.

I drove the three of us to a nice park along the ocean that is famous for its natural landscape with no homes or condos within sight. Being September, the park was deserted. Kids were in school and the holiday season was months away.

I needed to change into my swim suit, and as luck would have it, Andris or Inars needed to change as well. We found a bathroom in the park where we could put our suits on. Not wanting to miss the opportunity to sneak a look at them undressing, I entered the bathroom and stopped in the middle, not going into a stall. I dropped my pants right there and started to change. They took the hint and started changing as well in plain sight.

I stripped down to my black nylon bikini underwear and fished my speedo out of my backpack. Once I found it, I peeled off my underwear and slipped on my navy blue speedo, giving them an innocent glance at my cock. Meanwhile, Andris was also in the process of disrobing. He was a bit shorter than me, a stocky build and thinning hair on his head, but a wonderful muscular chest full of light brown hair. Underneath his clothes his was wearing silver high cut bikini underwear that clung nicely to his full ass and offered an intriguing bulge in front. He slipped those down and I got a quick glimpse of his uncut cock, soft and about 3 inches in length. He slipped on a dark blue boxer style swim suit. Inars followed along. He was taller, thinner and mostly bald, and had a smooth chest without any hair to speak of. He was wearing bikini underwear as well, black with yellow vertical panels at the sides. His cock was also uncut, thicker and about 4 to 5 inches in length. He slipped on a dark blue boxer style swim suit identical to Andris.

When they realized they were both wearing the same swim suit, they started to laugh. They explained that they had bought this style of swim suit for the trip because friends in Latvia told them nobody in the states wore a bikini style suit like they normally wear in Latvia. They bought their suits on their own, but ended up buying the exact same suit. We got a good laugh out of that, and I was a bit disappointed I wasn’t going to see them swimming in speedos, but the looks I got at them undressing and their soft cocks were even better.

We made our way out to the beach and went in for a swim. The guys were amazed at the temperature of the water. It was probably 84-86 degrees Fahrenheit. They couldn’t believe it. The Baltic Sea never got this warm. It was like a bath.

After our swim, we went back to the bathroom to change. The warm water certainly had an effect, as now both of their cocks had grown considerably. I would have offered them both a blow job right there except they were both married with kids, and I was representing the company after all. The sight of them slipping their full cocks and heavy hanging balls back in to their underwear would have to be my erotic souvenir of their visit.

Now that we were all dressed, they next wanted to see a new release movie at a big American cinema. After that it was time to see the famous night life in South Beach (Miami). I was at their command and doing the hosting, so South Beach it was.

We ate dinner at an outdoor café. I’m not sure what was better, the food or watching the guys as they constantly eyed the scantily clad waitresses and girls walking by our sidewalk table. South Beach is always full of models (or would-be models) and in September, with the heat and humidity, the less clothes the better.

After dinner, it was time for nightclubs, drinking and people watching. All of which we did, in excess. The guys were getting worked up over all the beautiful women and exposed flesh. Meanwhile I was getting worked up over the guys, imaging their growing cocks and wet foreskins constrained by their stretched bikinis.

Much too soon, it was time to leave. The guys didn’t want to stay out too all night, as they had a flight home the next day, and we still had a ways to drive back to their hotel.

On the drive home, Inars fell asleep in the back seat, while Andris sat up front, talking and keeping me company. As we approached the hotel, I had an idea. Hopefully Andris wouldn’t object.

“Andris, it will take me an hour to drive home from here. I was thinking, why don’t I just spend the night here at the hotel, then tomorrow I can take you and Inars to the airport. You can save money because you won’t have to pay a taxi for a ride to the airport, and I’m getting sleepy and won’t have to drive the rest of the way home tonight.”

“Stay at the hotel? The rooms seem awful expensive, and with the conference there might not be any rooms available.”

“What if I just stayed in your room?”

“My room? But my room only has one bed.”

“It’s probably a big bed, and it’s getting late, we’re only going to get a few hours sleep anyway. I’m OK with it as long as you stay on your side of the bed” I laughed.

After a long pause, “OK. It’s a good idea. The ride to the airport would be nice, if it’s no problem.”

“No. No problem. I don’t mind at all.”

So far, so good. At least I will get one more chance to look at this straight stud getting undressed and a few hours to sleep in the same bed. With straight guys I’ve learned to be happy with whatever you can get. And this was getting pretty good.

At the hotel, Inars went off to his room, still drunk and sleepy, but glad to have a free ride lined up to the airport tomorrow. Andris and I went off to his room to get what sleep we could. Once inside, we were exhausted and all business as we took turns in the bathroom, stripped down to our underwear and climbed into bed. The only thing Andris didn’t know was that I had turned the air conditioning to its lowest setting while he was in the bathroom.

Each on our own side of the king-sized bed, safely separated, we quickly fell asleep from exhaustion.

As expected, I woke up an hour or two later, freezing cold. The air conditioner was doing its job. Trying to stay warm, I inched over to Andris’ side of the bed, bringing my body within inches of his. He was lying on his left side, facing away from me. I moved as close as I could, without making contact. I didn’t want to scare the guy, I just wanted his warmth and of course to lie close to his sexy hairy body.

Unable to resist, I put my right hand on his hip and paused. I could tell from his breathing that he woke up. He remained motionless, except for a pronounced shivering from the cold. I kept my hand on his hip and tried to breathe deeply to make him think I was sleeping. After two or three minutes I could feel his body move. Instead of moving away, he backed up into me, against my warmth. I was savoring every sensation and trying my hardest from getting an erection. My nylon covered cock was right up against his bikini covered ass. Incidental contact was one thing, a throbbing cock up against your ass would frighten any straight guy.

Once he fell back asleep, I repositioned my hand. Now I had my thumb under the leg opening and waistband of his silver bikini. My fingers were draped across the outside of the pouch, resting over the mound of his soft cock and balls. Still he slept. I enjoyed the feel of him, his underwear, and his cock. Imaging all the things I wanted to do to him and him to me. Thankful this wasn’t a dream, but real.

Cautiously, I gently played my fingers over his cock. Feeling it grow as he slept. Taking one finger and tracing up and down the fabric covered shaft, it responded, growing noticeably. A few minutes more of caresses and the foreskin covered head poked above the waistband. My fingers continued to play until he was fully hard, a good two inches of his thick 8 inch cock sticking out his bikini, up against his hairy abdomen. I took my index finger and touched the head, feeling the soft folds of foreskin. With all the sensation and daring, I couldn’t control my own hard-on, trapped in my stretched bikini and pressing up against his firm ass.

Andris jerked slightly and woke up. I was caught with my hand half in his underwear and half out, wrapped around his stiff cock. He was awake, and he knew I was awake. I figured this would be the end. I’d be thrown out into the hall in a matter of seconds.

While I waited for the inevitable I didn’t move. My hand still holding his hard cock. Several moments passed, and then several more. His cock stayed hard and pulsing. Finally, he rolled over onto his back, my hard cock no longer poking against his ass, but my hand still on his dick.

“Don’t stop.” Unsure of what I’d heard, I remained still.

Then again, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Sure this time of what he wanted, I griped his thick meat through his underwear and stroked up and down, deliberate and firm, feeling his hardness, increasing the tempo. His soft moans letting me know I was making him happy, the feel of his hard straight man cock and silky underwear making me happy.

“Suck it … lick it.” Not wanting to disappoint the guy, I quickly moved myself down the bed, laying my head on his hairy stomach, positioning his cock head at my lips. I continued to stroke the base of his cock and balls while my tongue explored the foreskin and tip of his cock. I got my first taste of his leaking fluids. I circled my tongue around the head and swallowed the first few inches, down to the waistband of his underwear.

While I worked on his cock, my left hand made its way down to my own crotch and I started to jack my cock inside my bikini. I didn’t want to bring it out in into the open for fear I’d shoot all over his leg. He might be willing to have another guy service him, but I doubted he wanted any part of my full load.

It didn’t take long before his hands were on the back of my head, forcing me to take more of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the tip as he pumped in and out, working up to a steady rhythm. I pulled on his balls and gripped the base of his cock. After a few short minutes of dreamy ecstasy, his deep breathes told me he was about to shoot. A few more licks and strokes before jets of his cum spurted into my cock hungry mouth. I swallowed and pumped as he blasted, draining him fully. I wasn’t sure what was better, straight cock or straight cum, as my own cock unloaded as well, shooting into my stretched bikini.

After a few awkward moments of silence, we untangled. I placed his limp cock back within the confines of his bikini. Finally Andris spoke, “Thanks. Now let’s get some sleep.”

I rolled over onto my side and moved away slightly, facing away from him, savoring the results of both my well executed plan and the taste of him. Unexpectedly, he moved closer, up against my warm body. I felt his hairy chest against my back and his cock bulge against my ass as I fell back into exhausted dreamy sleep.

In the morning it was all business again as we cleaned up. Neither of us commented about what happened last night, although I noticed Andris check the air conditioner setting and readjust it warmer.

We met back up with Inars for a late breakfast and proceeded to the Miami airport for their flight and our goodbyes. Two firm handshakes and one knowing glance, and they were gone. It would be another 8 months before I saw the guys again, this time in Latvia.