Gay Erotic Stories

That middle of summer night came warm, mildly rainy, and with the high heat of the day, a light fog continued to rise from the street. The time being just before nine thirty, and being that I remained out and felt the sensual mystery of the ever-thickening fog, I got to heading in a slight hurry through it. Not because of the rain that had begun again, it seemed due to a right hard resurgence in my hunger for a length of fresh pocket dragon. I entered the slightly lit grounds of the place for the fourth night that week, and then my eyes spied something familiar. IN the distance there stood a bald, wide-shouldered; five foot ten-inch tall, older man. He appeared to be clad in jeans, button down shirt, sneakers and a blue state football jacket. My cock jerked slightly as he turned and first locked his light blue eyes on my chocolate ones, then he smiled ever wider the closer I pedaled to his husky form. The knowledge became clear within mere seconds of our being close enough to exchange conversation; there remained no doubt that I’d be on my knees somewhere in or outside that bathroom, mouth at work up and down his dick for the third night that week.

“You seem a bit out of breath.” He said as I got off the bicycle.

“Strictly my fault; I gave it up for a season, smoked more than enough cigarettes, then thought it all fine and good to start to ride again.”

“Harder than you thought?” He asked while those eyes gazed down to and over my tool box.

“You’d better believe it!” I replied with a bit of laughter. My hand slid into my pocket for the key to my lock, as my eyes locked on the bulge that showed in his tool box. “Do you have the time?” I furthered and looked up at him, though I damn well knew the time.

“A little after nine thirty.” He said then used his thick tongue to lick the rain from his clean-shaven upper lip.

“That gives me a little time.” I said, stretched and made sure to push my hips forward.

“How much time?” he asked and again gazed hard over my jeans and T-shirt clad mildly muscular twenty-one year-old body.

“Somewhere around thirty minutes.” I replied. With that, he nodded easy and walked a few steps back the concrete walkway, to the edge of the light. Then he turned and cast a heated gaze in my direction. I effectively turned my urge to chuckle into a wide smile. Eagerly gave in to the invitation to get out of the rain and followed him first down the walkway, then into the building.

Once behind the locked stall door, I put the toilet seat down; we latched hands and crotches together and danced the frottage with stranger-fueled mansex urgency.

“Since you have a little time to spare…” he said with a wide grin.

“For the dick you’ve got in your pants, I’ll make the time.” I remarked then dragged tongue over my hungry lips and thick, black moustache. Just after my knees unlocked and I began to descend for that kielbasa, his thick fingered hand landed on my shoulder.

“Not so fast,” He whispered almost beggingly as his digits began to gently coax me back to my six foot standing. “I’d like to get a look at the fucker that resides in your pants.”

“Sure thing.” I replied, and watched his face while I unfastened my jeans, and he sat on the toilet seat. No sooner than I got it out, just like the time before, that look of ultimate amazement came upon his face. He then wrapped a big fist around the two and a quarter inch girth, and began to slide it the full nine-inch length of my cock.

“D a m n that’s a big cock! I’ll bet you’ve got all kinds of men to chase you down for it.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” I said.

“I would.” He said in a low growl filled with pride. “Practically every time I’ve seen you here, I’ve noticed there is some guy either with his eyes on it, or the guy is right on your heels to try and get some of it.”

“Are you sure it isn’t just me? I bait them on with my big cock just so I can get close enough to kneel and suck their big cocks? Just like I’m gonna do with your schlong?” I countered and kept my stare into his bright eyes. While he thought about it, I placed a hand on his chest and made him lean back while I fished three fingers past his briefs, unleashed his hardness through his zipper, then knelt my six-foot form to the tile floor before it.

“You can bait ‘em all you want,” He said in final resolve. “I don’t think there’s a guy that fucks around here who has a cock like what you’ve got!”

While I chuckled at his compliment, my lips quickened to get wrapped around the seven long, by really close to three-inch thickness of his uncut hog. He filled my ears with many a series of pleasurable seethes and sighs as I sucked with loving greed up and down it. Then there came his hands again on my head, in attempt to slow my momentum.

“Go slow and easy for us, man!” He said with staccato breath. “Remember what I told ya, I really like the way you treat my cock! So it’d be great if you could make it last.” I gave him a bit more of the oral action he asked for on the head of that cock, and then lashed tongue down the underside. My position went lower as I headed down, and then slavered my hot saliva over the abundance of his hairy balls. Big, hot fucking manballs is what hung there. So hairy and work-of-the-day sweaty, I rubbed my nose over and through them, then went after one. Had to get it really wet and work it loose from his excitement to get it in my mouth. It only made me want the other one, but though we tried, together they were just too much for even my big mouth. He slapped and rubbed that drooling cock over my face all the while, and to get back to sucking it as he stood up, served to be nothing less than a joy.

To fully requite his request, I began to play lips and tongue over and around the thickness of just his prepuce. I then slid my tongue between the head and that skin, chewed light on that hood, to have him show only delight. He gave me all the verbal and thrust coercion I could have ever needed to continue, but I knew my natural, man-sexual instinct would drive me right back to active suck effort. As I moved my mouth down his shaft, again, I rolled my tongue slow around the girth of it to make sure it stayed well lubricated for the slide back. The greatest surprise; I actually became able to get that capacious cockhead down my throat. My hold time became like nothing I could have ever imagined before, and existed strictly due to my insatiable hunger for the mammoth mouthful of meat he had to offer. I took full advantage of it till he forced me off, and took one step away from me.

“I know you said you don’t have a lot of time. But like I said, you really do suck my cock so well. I just can’t let my load get out so soon.” he pleaded again.

“Understood.” I said, and then made him feel my two-step. With my first action being to crawl a step forward, and second, I sucked his stiffer back in, to just before entry to my throat. We both inhaled, and down it went. He got immediate grip on my head and began to thrust. Almost instantly, he felt the struggle to keep his carnal cries low in that bathroom. I could tell his knees had begun to shake, so I took over when he slowed momentum. I performed my passion slow and my action stayed dominant with his foreskin. But soon, it became full-length action born strictly out of touch. Those thick-fingered hands of his…they slid with such a sensuous roughness over my scalp. Like they would have had my head been moving more swift. Then there remained the fact that he stood over me. His moans and groans so deep as he watched me suck his cock. He told me I gave him exactly what he wanted and just how good my tongue felt as it slid all over his dick. As my guts only growled severely for him to feed me, I devoured that cock in the slightly speedy, yet fully hungry manner with which I felt most comfortable.

His hands alternated between their urgent slide over my cropped curls and their ease down one side of my face or the other. His mouth spewed various obscene words and lengths of phrase praise for I, his cocksucker, whilst he speedily thrust that formidable fucker to my mouth. My right hand firmly gripped a cheek of his hairy man ass. Used that firm and ample being as what stopped my lips and his thigh buddy from parting ways on the out flow of my suck strokes. All the while, my left hand moderately stroked my hardness, only to be forced away before long. So I wouldn’t blow the rest of my night by blowing my load. In some sort of carnal compensation, I rubbed my drool-coated member against his heavily hair-laced calf.

“Oh m a n!” He whispered as loud as he dared. “That big cock feels so good rubbing on me! Oh yeah keep it up, let me feel all that precum on me! Keep that up and you’re gonna make…me cum, and I don’t want to!”

“Mmmm Hmmm!” I moaned to his orgasmic warning, and then wrapped my arm tight around his ass while I rubbed my cock with a force that continually increased, and an occasional slap over his calf which hardened my cock all the more.

The grip of his thick fingers tightened until my head first went still, and then he moved it back. Among the countless years of paint peeling off of the wall of the wooden stall. Then he quickly stepped one to me, traded the grip on my head for the top of the stall, and began to plow my face like something of a madman. He easily sent the head of his man-root down my receptive throat at his full leisure. I groaned with absolute face fuck gluttony after each fresh force of swallow. On frequent occasion, I managed to get grip on both those firm cheeks of ass. I slid a finger down the hairy valley between them, even used them to pull him to myself and keep my thick, black moustache meshed with the man-smelly hair of his tool box.

His every heated seethe, breathy sigh and growled grunt only fed my cocksucking frenzy, for it told me he had grown ever closer. My guts just growled ever harder with full anticipation of being fed, and within a few more obscenity-laced thrusts, his staccato grunts converted to drawn grunts. The wall shook harder, a bit louder and sent more paint chips down the back of my shirt. Seconds later, I felt the first shot of his vitality slam into my mouth.

It existed thick, hot, ample, and the way it first splashed hard against my uvula, then slid smooth down my throat caused me to moan loud for a full taste. That surely became satisfied by the second, as plentiful shot. The way it splashed deliciously against my raised tongue, then pooled under it pulled another, yet louder moan from my chest. The man I happily serviced seethed hard and slid his steely private slow to me through feeding my lovin’ tongue the final shots and ample dribble.

“Damn that surely felt wonderful!” He exclaimed loudly as he extracted his meat from my mouth. Then he helped me stand and pulled me tight against his sizable form. “You know, you really could spoil me.”

“For as long as you can handle, I’ll be more than happy to do so any and every time we run into each other here.” I told him while I tucked away my still hard cock. After he got another gaze at, and grope of my cock, I checked my watch. Thirty minutes, right! My smile certainly appeared wide as close to eleven o’clock, I stepped back out into the fog, which had thickened to the point where my bicycle would be walked for a distance.

I knew my chance to please him would come again on occasion, as it had with the end of that steamy encounter. I surely looked forward to being there, meeting him and going down again. To service him, his thick cock and big balls with state pride.

Griffin