Gay Erotic Stories

My leg is in a splint and my arm is bandaged. My head is spinning and feels as if I have been hit in the forehead by a sledgehammer. I try to open my eyes as I raise my head to survey the room. Stupid move, I scream out in pain and rest my head back on the pillow. “Slow down there, tiger!” comes a voice from somewhere behind me. “You took quite a tumble. If I had not heard you crying in pain, you would surely be dead my friend,” explains the voice.

I turn my head slightly to the left and now I can see the room. I am in a small cabin. It is very warm in here and I can see one window. There appears to be snow halfway up the window. My broken skis are leaning against the wall behind a door. Beside them, my clothes hanging on a rope close to a roaring fire. I now become very aware of the fact that I am laying down covered by large heavy blankets…and I am totally naked. The person who was speaking to me is not in this direction. So, I turn my head ever so carefully to the right. On this side of the room are a small kitchen and a very large twig chair. I can see steam rising from a kettle on a very old pot-bellied stove. I can see the quiver of heat rising from the plate on the stove.

The person who spoke has his back to me. I assume by the depth of the voice that it is a man. He has huge furry boots on, but not much else. If my mind is not playing tricks on me, he seems to be wearing one-piece combination underwear. The button on the rear flap is open and I can see his ass is well rounded and muscular and covered with soft reddish hair. The room is very small, maybe 15 by 15 feet.

Suddenly, I become very aware of the pain in my leg and I groan in agony. My rescuer turns his body toward me and walks the six feet to where I am laying. He bends to one knee, checks the bandage on my head and puts a warm washcloth on my temple.

He begins to speak in a soft yet masculine voice. “What is your name, son?” he asks.

“Tommy,” I reply.

“Well, Tommy, this is one of those times when you’re gonna live to tell this one to the grand kids. But, I have to tell you, that you’re very lucky I found you. I was up on the rock hunting when I heard you scream. I followed the tracks that your skis had left and realized you had skied over a crevice that had been covered with snow. When I looked down in the crevice, I could not believe how far down you had fallen. You were wedged in pretty tightly. Luckily old Bill and I were able to pull you up and we brought you here to my cabin. The good news is you did not break your leg. The bad news is you got a pretty nasty bump on the head and should see a doctor. But, a nasty snow storm is brewing out there and we will not be able to make a break for it until the snow quits falling.”

I took in his words and tried to remember the details. Everything was foggy. I tried my best to remember. But, the harder I tried the more aware I became of how much my head hurt. I rested my eyelids and must have fallen asleep, because the next time I opened my eyes the room was in darkness and my rescuer was under the blankets next to me. I tried to stay calm, but became painfully aware that I really had to take a piss. I thought it better to not try and do it myself. So, I turned to the face next to mine. Before I spoke to him, I got a very good look at him. He was very likely in his early thirties, strong neck muscles held up his beautiful face. His features were that of runway model, but extremely muscular. I moved my head a little on the pillow to speak in a very soft voice so not to startle him.

“Excuse me, sir,” I whispered.

He did not stir. So, I moved my arm to shake him a little to see if I could wake him. Only then did I realize that not only was I sharing a stranger’s bed, but also I was sharing it with a naked man I had never met. In fact, I did not even know his name. This is pretty common when you pick up someone at a bar. But, this was different. I was broken & bandaged and sharing a bed with my rescuer. In the forefront of my mind was the fact that my back teeth were floating. But, I had to at least try and get in an innocent feel of my savior’s body.

I very carefully lifted my left arm and ran my finger up the side of his thigh to about where the top of his pelvis was. I faked a stretch to find a very soft and very ample mound of flesh nestled in a cropped bush of velvet curly hair. My fake stretch moved his penis so that it flopped over on to his leg.

He moved a bit, but continued his steady calm breathing. When it was evident that I had not wakened him, I drew my hand back and brushed the tip of his cock. He was uncut and from the very brief encounter I could tell it was a very long foreskin. I now became very aware that if I did not get up for a piss I was going to do it right here in the bed. I raised my lips to his ear and in a semi-loud voice once again I spoke to him, “Excuse me, sir. I really have to take a leak.”

He woke with a bit of a start, looked me deep in the eyes and spoke to me. “What is it, Tommy? What do you need?” My immediate thought was that I needed to wrap my lips around his cock. But, what I needed much more was to relieve myself and told him that was my need at this point.

He sat up on the side of the bed and went to the counter in the kitchenette and came back with a large Mason jar. He looked down at me jar in hand and began to speak as he gently pulled the blankets off my body to reveal my nakedness.

“As it stands, there is no way I am going to try and move you,” he said. “So, this is our only option.” He gently lifted my limp six inches and placed it inside the lip of the jar. It was cold against the weight on my penis. As soon as the cold jar touched my skin, I immediately let loose of a hard stream of urine. I could smell it in the darkness of the room. Usually this event is a private moment for me, as I am a little pee shy. But, this time all I wanted to do was rescue my back teeth from drowning. When I finished, I had almost filled the jar.

He tried to carefully move the jar from under my penis, but spilled a little on my legs. He was extremely apologetic and promised to clean it up as soon as he disposed of the jar. He walked over to the kitchen area and dumped the jar full of piss down the sink. He used a pump on the side of the sink to wash it down the drain. He then walked over to a pot of water on the stove and dipped a rag in the water.

The moonlight coming in the window gave me an ample view of his body as he moved around the cabin. I got a great look at his body. This guy was really buff. He had a great ass and very strong legs. His cock was a good seven inches soft and had at least a full inch and half of foreskin on the end of it. His balls were a good size, but seemed small for the girth of his cock. I kept looking at him and taking in the beauty of this man.

He quickly returned to the bed with the warm cloth to clean up the bit of piss he had spilled. It was then that I became very aware that I had thrown a rod while taking in the view. He was also aware of it, but seemed to pay no attention to the fact that my cock had grown to my full potential of nine inches and was drooling pre-cum all over my belly. He sat back on the bed and began to gingerly wipe the skin on my thighs. With his other hand he lifted my balls and wiped under my balls and between my legs. He dipped the cloth into a small bowl of warm water and wrung it out and continued to wipe around my crotch. This time he wrapped his fingers around my swollen cock and lifted it slightly to wipe away the pre-cum that was drooling on my abs. He was very careful and took great care not to make any sudden movements that might cause me any additional pain. He again dipped the rag in the clean water but this time he just left the rag in the water.

“No use trying to clean that up until it all stops coming out,” he said. “No matter how many times I wipe it off, when I return with the rag it is going to be a mess again. So, the only way I see to fix this is to empty your nuts so there is no mess left to make.”

With that said, he looked into my eyes and said, “My name is Ted and I am going to suck your cock. Now, you just lie there and enjoy this. If you try to move, you’re going to hurt yourself. So, do us both a favor and stay put.”

I agreed with a nod and relaxed. Ted lowered his lips to the head of my cock. His breath was warm on my corona. I could feel each inhale and exhale from his lungs. He let his tongue trail up along the underside of my cock. I could feel his unshaven chin brushing by my balls. My cock jumped in response.

When he reached the head of my cock, he let his tongue swirl around my head. He did this for a couple of minutes. He was making sure to clean all of the pre-cum off of my head. I could hear him swallow several times and I knew it was my juice he was savoring. Ted reached up and took my right nipple between his fingers. He squeezed hard. As he did, he engulfed my hard cock right to the base. His tongue movements were expert and he sucked and tongued my cock all at once. His motions on my cock and nipple became too much to bear. He was sucking hard on my cock and I could feel my balls begin to tighten. I was going to bust a nut. He pinched harder on my nipple. I could feel my nuts begin to draw up into the pit of my stomach.

I began to breath hard. He could sense my need to cum. He quickened his tongue movements and started thrusting my cock deep into his throat. I warned him that it would not be too long before I came. But, he continued to suck me deeper. At last, there was no turning back. I let loose one, two, three, five, six, seven streams of hot cum flooding his throat. He continued to suck as my ejaculation subsided. He continued to suck and his breathing became very labored. He sat up quickly, letting my cock pop out of his throat. He positioned his throbbing, fully engorged cock over my now limp member and let loose with a huge load of man juice. Gob after gob of his seed covered my balls and cock.

When he had finished cumming, he again positioned his face above my cock and licked all of his juice off me as well. I could not believe my fate. I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, I was in a hospital ward with my mother at my side. When I finally came to my senses, I asked for Ted. I looked around the room and he was not there. I looked directly into my mother’s eyes and said, “Where is Ted, the guy who rescued me?”

She looked down at me with tender eyes and said, “Rest now. The park ranger who brought you here said he would come by and see you later after visiting hours when he got off his shift. He told me to tell you that if you ever decide to ski out of bounds again, not to do it on his watch because next time you might not be so lucky. He also told me to tell you that even though you were the perfect patient that you should eat less garlic. I am not sure what he meant by that. But, he said he would come by and explain later. He also told me to tell you it was your turn to clean up the messes. What did he mean by that Tommy?”

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