Gay Erotic Stories

After I'd already taken a load down by the soccer fields, I found I was hungry for one more and had a feeling this morning I could get it. So I drove up the mountain road a big to the old mineral wells picnic area. It was closed for parking but you could park on the road and just hike in and around. There were a few cars there lurking but no action I could see.

A few minutes of parking and walking produced nothing. Followed one guy to the bathrooms but he was actually just there to relieve himself. So I walked back thinking it was a bust and I needed to head for work now. Just as I got to my car a big truck on HUGE tires pulled up across the road from me. The guy looked straight and out of my league. 40s military cut, square jaw, and muscled.

Figured he was just there to do his workout or keep in shape with a rigorous hike. And I was in no mood to risk a bashing. But he was cute. I pulled out just as he swung around to park behind me. That intrigued so I flipped around to get one more look at him. He was parked and conspicuously flipping through a magazine thrust halfway out the window. So i flipped another U and parked behind him. As I did he was out of his cab grabbed something from the back of his truck and was gone.

I looked around the truck and in it. He was really gone. I thought maybe he'd gone up the nearest trail north east of the golf range. So I hopped over there thinking I must be crazy but the hunger was still eating at me. I'd regret it if this was a missed opportunity. Saw nothing but started up the hill. If he wanted to avoid me I'd know soon enough. He had a head start, but if he wanted action he'd be lurking a bit to see if I'd followed and hopefully give me a sign.

Sure enough I walked another 10 steps and he was coming down the trail. When he saw me he changed course and went back up but not to far and just stopped under a tree branch. When I got closer I saw he had his meat out as if to urinate, but nothing was coming out. He sort of went through the motions of shaking out the last drops. I stood and watched. Then he put it away and went up higher. I followed.

Not 30 feet further around the bend I found him under a different tree. He was sitting down, muscular legs spread, his jean short unzipped now and pulling out his meat again. I stared transfixed but my mind raced. There could be no mistaking now . . . he wanted action. He had a straight porn mag of blow jobs and fucking he was flipping through at rapid speed . . . as he jacked himself.

I didn't want to make a mistake on how he wanted this played out . . . taking a cue from his silence I said nothing . . . I just stepped closer, closer, now under his tree with him. He ignored me and kept jacking with a fiercely intense sort of luxury. As I approached he removed his shirt, spread his legs wider, and I took in his magnificence. This guy had a lot of muscle . . . square jaw, crew cut, tan and that cock was a generous seven inches yet HEAVY in a way that let you know it got bigger.

His pecs were mountains with nice nipples that were not too large. Just right. My mouth watered. His balls were up tight already, solid, and definitely BIG. I knelt in reverence. Placing my head down to his chest . . . I put my lips to his right nipple and took it in . . . flicking my tongue.

Without skipping a beat of his beating . . . he switched his left hand to his cock and flipped pages with his right. I sucked and licking all around his right pec but could not reach his left from this position. So I licked down to his navel and felt a few of his six pack along the way.

As I hit his navel and treasure trail I put my hand to the ground between his legs for balance. My hand touched his mag and he yanked it away and laid it on the ground to the left of him and switched hands again. He hit my face with his hardness and teased my lips . . . so I sucked him in . . . he had a little foreskin to work with.

His legs were so muscular I wanted to just worship them . . . but he didn't seem to want anything toyed with except his nipples and dick. Or at least it appeared so. I started sucking him slowly at first . . . and noticed he took his jacking hand and put it under his balls. As I sucked it was moving down there.

I took in more and more of him and his cock still had that heavy floppy quality I often find in african americans at half mast. We both knew that if I worked this right . . . he could achieve full staff. So I added my left hand back to his chest and teased pinching. I shifted my knees so I could also stroked up and down his shaft combined with my sucking . . . imitating a technique I saw online of slick wet jacking with the lips and tongue fully side sucking any inches that thrust above my hand. This got a nice growl from him every time I did it.

His cock did start to harden up a little . . . and his hips were getting into it. He flipped pages to keep up appearances but was no longer looking at them. I noticed his hand was not playing his ass as I thought before but really working his oversized balls. So I thought oh he likes ball play. So I slurped down, still jacking his wet cock and sucked in his left ball and he spoke for the first time, "yeah! oh yes!" I tried to get his right, too but it was so tight against him I could only lick and tease it.

I went back to sucking his cock which was growing harder and a bit longer, too. Now as he thrust up in little hunches toward my throat, his left hand now placed my right directly on his balls and he urged me to squeeze them. This I did but not hard enough for him. He grabbed his larger hand around my fist and caused me to really SQUEEZE his balls which were rather harder than any I'd found before.

Holy smoke this guy wanted me to torment his balls to get off. I'd never done that before, only read about it. So I did my best . . . giving him squeezes that would have brought tears to my eyes . . . this made him thrust more intensely and his was started to test my gag reflex . . . we'd passed eight inches a while ago . . . still he tried to get me to squeeze his balls even harder . . . he was like 007 with balls of steel. . . . I'm gentle by nature . . . so i had to put one hand on each ball as I tried to keep sucking . . . this was awkward for my torso and breathing but it did wonders for him . . . he started getting loud actually moaning . . . i thought i must be hurting him but he would pull away if he wanted me to . . . . he just got louder, ahhh ahh ahahh, unnhhh like that until i worried some grounds keeper might hear us . . . he put his hands behind him and thrust way up . . . he said "coming..." and i put one fist to his shaft and pumped it out right in front of my face . . . . his breathing rasped and i saw how red his face was veins distending his neck . . . . i pumped out a few volleys some landed on my right fist around his balls . . .

I stopped and let go so we could both catch our breath . . . but he grabbed his throbbing dick and pumped out at least 5 more shots . . . I'd miscalculated, damn he was loaded . . . and I kissed that left pec and nipple and his shoulder as he pumped out the remaining jizzles . . . wishing we'd connected in some way to meet again. There was a lot more I'd like to do with him.

In typical str8 fashion he grumbled, "See ya." And was emotionally and intellectually done with the encounter. He cleaned himself up and I wasn't there to him. I bent down to get my sunglasses (again!) and made a comment to which he did not respond.

I took off quick to give him space for cleaning and exiting discreetly. However he soon overtook me and got to his truck before I reached my car. I did note his place number. Never see him again, I'm sure but what a great str8 suck that was. True balls of steel. True story.

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