Gay Erotic Stories

Part 2

I didn’t see John ALL the time. Soon there were others. It started out when John’s work schedule changed and he started working nights. I figured I’d just continue my loop scooping some more—not much else to do, and besides—this was more of a getaway than anything else. Okay, there was the unmistakable lure of potential sex too. After all, I was a hormonal 18 year old.

I settled into a nightly routine of going downtown, riding around the loop like everyone else did—for a while—then I’d switch to the “gay circuit” if I happened to see something promising when a portion of their circuit crossed a section of the main loop crowd. It all started out slow at first, and I really wasn’t interested in anyone but John, yet I knew our relationship was one of sexual convenience, and would be going nowhere. Well into the third week after meeting John, I was getting particularly horny as John had been visiting his parents, his dad had some sort of surgery I think.

This night I went right to work driving the gay circuit. It was particularly hot and I had the top down, there were lightening flashes to the west of the city and distant rumbles of thunder. We had been under a severe thunderstorm watch since 6 PM, and apparently the forecaster’s ‘weather beetle’ wasn’t lying. If I was to have any chance at all of getting lucky, time was of the essence.

I found what appeared to be a couple of promising numbers—good cars, didn’t look too bad at a distance—but the first guy drove off as soon as he saw me—no idea why—guess I just wasn’t his type—then again he might not have been mine either. The second guy pulled over and parked, I was now adept at this routine and thought nothing of it—but I always stayed in my car—let them come to me. The guy, actually more like a sort of chunky kid, got out of his car and walked back to mine. He didn’t look that great and had a bad case of acne—zits all over his face. This was a turn off from the get go. Gotta give the guy credit though—he was all business and directly asked me what I liked to do. I have him sort of a generalized non-committal response, then asked him the same question. He made no bones about it—he just wanted his cock sucked, no reciprocation. I had him cold. “Na, I don’t do that—I just want to fuck you!” This apparently scared him sufficiently. He muttered something, then told me he hoped I’d find was I was looking for, then walked back to his car and drove away. I didn’t see him again that evening.

I was beginning to think there was something wrong with me—I’d flushed out two guys and sent them packing. Now I’m not ugly, and I surely wasn’t then, but I just never fully realized or took advantage of my age or looks at the time. (Nothing bad about it, nor do I have any regrets—rather it’s sort of like knowing I could have been a better tennis player or golfer if I’d set my mind to it.) I started up the car, pulled out and started around the circuit again. On the second go-round a new car joined the three of us still on tour. I hadn’t see this guy before and the car had out of state plates. Probably some college student and he was following me. For the first time, I pulled over and parked. He went around again, then pulled in behind me, got out of his car and drew up along my passenger side.

“Nice wheels. Probably going to have to put up the top soon.” He no sooner got those words out and there was much brighter flash followed almost immediately by a very loud clap of thunder.

“Yeah, you’re right. Probably about NOW” and I got out of the car to take off the boot cover. He just walked behind with me from the other side and started right in helping me. This was a nice guy, a bit taller and older than I, probably about 6’2” and I guessed about early 20’s. As he leaned over the body of the car to undo the boot on his side, I couldn’t help noticing the arms—very muscular, nice hands too!

“By the way, my name’s Jason.”

“Brian, here.”

“What are you up to this evening?”

“Not much, just driving around getting away from home for a while. You?”

“Just drove in from western Nebraska, got settled and wanted to scope out the area a bit.”

“That’s a boring drive. I’ve got an aunt and uncle that live in Denver. Going across Nebraska is boring as shit.”

“Try living there! He laughed.

We got the top up and clipped. Jason then asked me if I’d like to join him for a drink. I quickly told him that if he meant a drink in a bar, I couldn’t and since I was living at home with my parents, if they smelled anything on my breath—no wheels. He just laughed and said that he was sure he’d be able to find something that would work at his place. I thought, good enough, and told him to lead the way. I followed him out of the loop headed west. It wasn’t long before a few big drops of rain hit the windshield. I hastily put up the windows while stopped at a red light. We headed a few more blocks west, the turned north, left again. Hmmm, this was the same neighborhood as John’s apartment building. I recalled him saying that there were other gay guys in his building and quite a few in the area. Jason made a right turn and signaled he was parking, I followed suit. He got out of the car, so did I. Another flash of lightening and crash of thunder…then big drops. We didn’t need to say anything—we just ran to the entrance of the apartment building—John’s building.

Now I was keenly aware of the coincidence, and became even more concerned as he headed up the same stairway and down the same second floor hallway. I was thunderstruck when Jason pulled out his key and opened the apartment door—John’s apartment door. Decision time—to run or not to run! It was pouring outside by this time. I knew John was out of town, so I decided to play innocent—just play along—and get my gonads drained.

Jason smiled, shut the door and turned towards the kitchen. I sat on the couch/workbench, nervously awaiting his inevitable return. Jason returned with the drinks and we made some brief small talk. He casually reached for John’s stash of porno mags from the coffee table drawer and just smiled. “Like anything you see here?” he asked. I just nodded, unable to speak with the knot in my throat. Jason put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing it. Between the pics and the hand, I was a gonner. I popped a woody immediately—something Jason noticed right away. He just stood up and took off his shirt. This guy was really built. He took off his baseball cap. His forehead revealed a “farmer tan”. Sun drenched arms, neck, lower face—lily white everywhere else. But this could easily be overlooked—what a body. I didn’t have to ask what line of work he was probably in—and actually I really didn’t particularly care.

I stood up and started to undress too. Jason finished first and started pulling the cushions off the workbench. We were both just clad in our Jockey’s. Jason had one big piece of equipment that was sticking past the elastic top of his shorts. I became concerned—John was respectable—but this guy could be trouble. He pulled us both down on the mattress, then rolled on his side so we were facing each other—just a few inches away.

“You’ve been here before, haven’t you! It wasn’t a question.

I was terrified—I wanted to spring up and out of there—but one small problem—I was naked—and shaking. I made my move. Jason pounced on my arms with his hands. “Don’t worry…John told me all about you.” This wasn’t very reassuring to some 18-year-old kid who’d just had the frickin’ piss scared out of him. But I did stop shaking, and he let loose his grip on my arms. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that? I’m truly sorry, please forgive me.”

“Hell yes you scared the crap out of me…” I managed to get out. I was just a bit more than irritated. I looked down at my shriveling dick then said, ‘I think I’d better be going. I don’t belong here. I’m not sure what…”

“Don’t worry, John and I are really close friends, we went to school together. Now just relax and let’s try this again…okay?”

I looked at him and saw his simple, but genuinely kind smile. I felt a tingling in my crotch—my dick was now ready to do the talking. Jason curled himself around me and then everything went black. That’s black as midnight—black as in no electricity. The power was off. “Stay put, I’m sure there’s some matches around here.” John was a candle freak—there were candles everywhere—just to find something to light them with. I heard Jason get up and walk into the leg of the coffee table, cursing under his breath. He found some matches in the drawer and soon he had no less than four big pillar candles lit. Strange, I’d never come to think of this place as evenly remotely romantic.

Now by this time, I was still no expert. I’d learned quite a bit in a short amount of time and I think I was fairly versatile and accomplished at what ever form of basic vanilla sex I’d taken part in. I was soon to learn—I was wrong. I got a much better idea of just now BIG Jason was when I felt that pogo stick’s girth. He was easily twice as big around as I was. My eyes must have exploded in the candlelight when I got a good ogle at the beast’s length. Jesus—what did he think I was going to do with that thing? This thing had a ruler beat! I was sure of it. Hell, if this guy ever broke one of his legs, he wouldn’t need crutches!

My worse fears were realized as Jason whispered, “I want to fuck you…”

“With that thing? You’ve got to be kidding! I think you’d scare a horse or some other farm animal! Don’t tell me, let me guess…you probably already have!”

“Yeah, when I was little.” Jason snickered.

“Man, that’s just what I wanted to hear!”

Jason was playing with my ass, with his lubed fingers by this time, while I desperately debated on just how far I was going to let this poor guy go while still avoiding any corrective rectal surgery that might be necessary in the aftermath. The lube loosened me up and oh, those poppers—they did their number on me too. All too soon Jason’s jackhammer was knocking at my back door. I was determined not to answer. “No, Jason, I just can’t handle it—no way man—no way!

“Ah come on, ya gotta at least give it a try. Tell you what, I’ll give you $20 bucks if I even get all the way in. What d’ya say?”

“What, you’re trying to buy me? I’m not that kind of guy, get that straight right now!”

“No, think of it as a bet. You’ve nothing to loose?”

“The hell you say! I may never be able to shit straight again!”

While he had me sort of angrily distracted with the offer and his subsequent groveling, the bastard slipped the head of his one-eyed muscle past my sphincter! I saw stars—kind of hard to see since it was storming outside. “See, you can do it—we’re almost there.”

“The hell you are—get that horse pistol out of there—NOW!” I hissed.

It fell on deaf ears. Jason shoved the open bottle of poppers under my nose and I had no choice but to breathe. To my astonishment, I relaxed a bit and the son-of-a-bitch slid in further. Now I was seeing lightening bolts—I really did—followed by a crash of thunder that shook the entire apartment house. The vibration actually felt good with the poppers—sort of like someone in a car with a pounding deep base—that becomes a massage. He slid in still further. I thought to myself, “It’s a good thing I took a dump before I left home, or else I’d be tasting fudge.” I felt the tickle of his hairy balls against my butt cheeks. “Okay, you owe me $20 bucks—now get that damn thing the hell out of there!”

Again, deaf ears. Thankfully, Jason just sat there, then slowly began a slight rocking motion. More lube, more poppers, and he started moving slowly inside me, pulling back, drilling, then picking up his the pace of his pistoning. I was amazed—it wasn’t hurting anymore. It wasn’t any more enjoyable than John’s assault, just a fuller feeling coupled with a twinge of having new deeper territory conquered. The room was getting pretty warm now, a function of the closed windows, the heat from the candles, and the fact that the A/C was off. Jason was sweating heavily now—my back was getting wet and slick. He rolled me over on my back and turned around—all without removing that pile driver of his. (I think if he’d slipped out, he’d never gotten it back in). I looked at him in the candlelight as he resumed his thrusts—sweat was pouring from chin…and there were tears in his eyes. He was crying?

It didn’t take much longer and I had no choice but to blast my load. I hadn’t even touched my cock. When Jason saw this he said, “Man, I knew you’d handle it and enjoy it. I’ve never been able to fuck anyone—guy or girl. I just love you.”

I wasn’t particularly thrilled to be included in such an elite group! I guessed that any semblance of virginity was now long shot to hell. Yet, watching him smile and beam with joy, kind of made me feel good. Jason picked up the pace. I could tell he was getting really close, I could even feel that son-of-a-bitch expand even further in my ass. I had no idea where there’d be any room for his load—maybe I’d just explode! While I was contemplating my eminent destruction, Jason abruptly pulled out of me without warning. Talk about suction—you probably could have stuck me to the wall. It felt like someone and just turned me inside out…not to mention the discourteous plop and fart that shot out of my suddenly vacated hole. I guess it’s kind of like one of those irrefutable laws of space and physics.

“I’m going ‘ta cum and I cum a lot.” Jason barely got the words out before I felt the first of I don’t recall how many volleys of cum that horse hose shot out. I was a warm silky mess from my neck to my pecker. Now I’m not going to exaggerate and say something stupid like “he came gallons of cum”, but I sure as hell would tell you he’d easily have filled a respectable sized Dixie Cup!

Jason leaned forward and ran his murky monster across my cum covered chest. Looking at the damn thing, I can only say it looked like a respectable sized head of a medium sized Boa Constrictor. It was fascinating watching this thing plowing through pools of both our cum, flicking out some that had pooled in the folds of my belly button. I just had to worship it. I took my hands, scooped up a good helping of the sticky stuff and stroked the snake with both hands. To my surprise, Jason had a present for me—he shot still another load—this time right at my face. I barely managed to get my eyes closed before it hit me…three good healthy jets. He laughed at my shocked reaction, then whispered “Yeah and there’s more where that came from.” With than he leaned forward and lay down on top of me—pooling our sweat and spent cum with a succulently satisfying squishing sound. I could feel the excess trickling down both sides around my waist. His cock was still hard and shot up way past my belly, closing in on the sternum of my chest.

“You were wonderful. I just can’t believe it,” Jason went on.

“Well I sure as hell can! And remember you owe me $20 bucks!” I taunted, at this point I really didn’t care about the money.

“Okay, your turn.”

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me. I’ve never let anyone do it to me, but turn about is only fair play.”

“Well, I…I’m not so sure…” then I looked down at my prick—it was trying to speak.

He rolled us into reversed positions, took a couple of hits off the poppers, and then handed them to me. Our hands were such a slippery mess, the damn little bottle was hard to hold on to. Also the aroma of the poppers mixed with the acrid smell of cum and sweat was absolutely intoxicating. My pud found its mark and to my surprise—and certainly Jason’s it slid right in. He flinched but relaxed almost immediately. “You sure you’ve never been fucked before?”

“Honest” The astonished look on his face told me he wasn’t lying. All that cum was a naturally marvelous lubricant I guess.

It didn’t take me long and I followed Jason’s lead, I pulled out and shot my load on his chest. Jason tensed and dumped another good 5 or 6 volleys of his own spunk there too. He pulled me to him again. I almost slid right off him onto the floor, but he caught me. I looked into his eyes—he WAS crying!

We lingered a bit—but not too long. It was getting late and I was keenly aware of my midnight curfew. Sometimes I was lucky and would sneak in, but more often that not, everyone would still be up.

We showered and dried off, put the room back in some semblance of order, and I readied myself to leave. Jason reached out handing me $20 bucks. I refused it. He replied, “Your certainly worth a lot more than that to me!” I was hurt and angry now. What was this, obviously they’d talked about me. Was I just some kind of toy? Some conquest? Some bet?

“I told you, I’m not that kind of guy…I don’t do it for money!” I snapped.

Jason looked genuinely hurt at my verbal explosion…I sort of felt guilty again.

“Look, I probably won’t ever see you again…you know, college for you, and all…but you’re special.” With that Jason gave me a brutal hug while grinding our crotches together, his hands pushing my butt cheeks through my jeans. “Not a word of this to John” he must never know what we did. You’ve got to promise me!”

“So, it wasn’t a bet, or anything like that!”

“No. You were wonderful and I wish I could steal you and take you back home with me…”

I cut him off while nodding. “I won’t say a word—just please don’t take me to Nebraska!” I was laughing as I said this, and he knew I was kidding. Can’t honestly say I didn’t consider his offer—maybe for a few seconds anyway.

He gave me another hug and I felt my back pop. Shit this guy could be a Chiropractor! With that behind us, we bid each other good-bye, and I drove home. To be honest I did seat myself carefully in my driver’s bucket seat—and yes I did feel every little bump and irregularity in the road. I got home just after 11:30 PM, my mother was arguing with my wonderful sister (told you she’s a bitch), so they barely noticed my arrival. Mother turned to me—I wasn’t getting involved in their “conversation” or taking sides. I just headed for the stairway and upstairs to my bedroom.

I turned on the TV, and peeled off my clothes. As I normally do, I took out the change from my front pockets and my wallet from my right back pocket. Knowing this pair was headed for the wash, I dutifully checked out the remaining pockets (mother’s rules). In the left back pocket I felt something—just paper, but I pulled it out anyway--$100 bill.

I stood there dumbfounded—all sorts of emotions going through my mind. I decided Jason really wanted me to have it—as a gift—I convinced myself—a gift! Besides $100 bucks would sure keep me in gas money for the rest of the summer!

Technically, I guess you could say this was my first “job”.