Gay Erotic Stories

The first time, nothing much happen. I walked the trails, came across a few guys who looked at me in an interesting way...they checked out my crotch...then looked away. One looked at my eyes and I "think" that I saw some movement from his pocket, his hand deep in it.

One Sunday morning, warm and sunny, I returned. I wasn't on the trail for more then a few minutes when I came across him. He was wearing these spandex shorts, like bicycle shorts, and was holding a shoulder bag across the front of him. He looked at me, smiled and let the shoulder bag fall to his side. Down one leg he had a well defined boner, a good 6 inches long and...and...the head was out in full view below the pant leg. Well, guess what? I got shy, looked away and walked past him.

A few steps down the trail, I turned to look back at him, he was looking back at me. Well...that did it, I left the scene in haste.

What a rush when I got home. I jerked off like mad and came like I had not in years. I got a gay porno on TV...I do not know why for all of me was focus on the scene on the trails. The remote in one hand went unused while my other hand was jerking my well lubed cock. I could see the beautiful head of his cock, a little red in color and no foreskin, unlike me. He had a nice bulge in his shorts, his balls were up front and well presented, my balls hang low and somewhat between my legs. I wish I was like him.

And how could he stay hard like that? Unless I keep playing with myself, my cock will deflate from lack of attention (I am in my forties and well past the age when I would get hard and stay hard just thinking about it). Not that this was a problem at this moment. I was has hard as I ever been and it felt great. I could see him...or should I say see his lower torso, the white spandex shorts, the round shape of his balls and his cock hanging down...eh, was it his right leg or his left? I know that the leg part of his short was very short...or was it that his cock was very long? Gee... the more I though of it the more I got excited.

Also I was mad at myself for walking away. Been interested in other guys for years but have yet to cross the line. Have read many gay stories, saw more then a few gay porno and had many fantasies but playing with another guy's cock was still in the future.

The following weeks, I walked those trails almost daily, saw a few interesting guys but not "my guy". Once I walked unto two guys playing with each others. They turned away from me so I took this as meaning they wanted to be left alone and I went down to path. Another time, this dude had his cock out and was playing with it but I was so focus unto my spandex guy that this did not interest me.

Some time later, I was in my car in the parking lot just short of the trails, playing with myself when I saw the spandex guy walking some distance from me...AND HE WAS WEARING HIS SHORTS. This was why I knew that he was he. From my viewpoint I could tell that he had a nice ass. You would have thought that I was hard before seeing him but I must have found a inch or more in no time. I will always remember what a hard time I had getting my hard-on into my shorts before I could get out of the car and chase him.

By the time I got on the trails, he was out of view. I walked down this trail, up this other one, down a side path for these past few weeks I got to know the "trails" very well. I was just about to give up when I saw him ahead, facing away from me. His shoulder bag was on his side and he was doing something for I saw some motion from his arms. I hid behind a shrub and spied on him for a few minutes. Not sure but he looked like he was jerking off.

After a time he turned facing me and walked toward me holding his shoulder bag in front of himself. Upon seeing me, he let the bag to his side and...I saw the most beautiful hard-on. His pant leg was up and his cock was out...his balls too and not a hair in sight, he was clean shaven. He smiled at me, said hello then gave a couple jerks to his cock. "Like to play with me", he may have said and I think I may have nod my head but I may be wrong. All I remember was reaching out for his cock, giving him a few jerks of my own and we both walk to a more secluded spot, me holding on to his cock. He found a stump to lean on and I got down on my knees and played with him for some time. What a sight, a beautiful hard cock and two nice balls within inches of my eyes. He had a cock ring, no a ball ring...you know, one of those ring that circle both his balls and his cock. Now I know why his bulge was so well defined, I got to get me one of those rings. I had my right hand playing with his cock and with the head while my left hand was playing with his balls. I like clean shaven balls, another thing I got to do.

He stopped me so he could pull his shorts down. Freed from the waist band, his cock bounced up and a little pre-cum landed on my cheek...where it stayed.

At one time I must had slipped my index finger between his ass cheeks and touched his anus for he did a jerking motion with his lower torso. That got me doing it again and again. It did not took long for him to make some funny noises and soon he was cumming long strings of sticky stuff...I had to move aside or I would have been covered.

I never thought of licking him, or sucking his cock. Never though of playing with my own. Playing with his hard cock was a wonderful pleasure, an experience I will never forget.