Gay Erotic Stories

I was feeling a bit restless, cooped up at home. The previous day I had strained a leg muscle whilst gardening. The weather had turned unexpectedly cold, and I needed to finish off the garden for the season. Waking up the next morning, I found walking quite painful. I had no choice but to lay low and hopefully heal quickly. It wasn’t a serious injury as much as it was an inconvenience. I guess those things happen as we get older. After all, I’m in my mid-fifties. By the afternoon, I needed to get out of the house. I got into my truck and after retrieving the post headed for a park about 10 miles from home. The park has a trail two miles long. It is quiet and secluded, well off the main highways in the area. Although I couldn’t do any hiking, the peace and tranquillity and fresh air seemed a good alternative to sitting at home and watching the afternoon drivel found on the telly. I was soon parked in the park’s parking lot and had reclined in my seat. Mine was the only vehicle in the lot. I was enjoying the solitude, comfortably settled, and engrossed in my reading when suddenly a large school bus entered the parking area and parked alongside my truck, about 5 meters away. “Oh, great,” I thought. “just what I need, a bunch of screaming and uncontrollable children to disrupt and disturb everything.” I counted 23 children about the age of 8 or 9 getting off the bus. I was surprised however, how quickly they scampered into the woods with their two teachers and how quickly their whoops of delight had disappeared, leaving everything quiet again. Save for the bus running. The bus driver kept the engine on, presumably to keep the bus warm for the passengers. Although it was quite sunny, it was still quite chilly outside. Small clumps of leaves were dusted with a slight bit of snow that had fallen the previous night. These clumps were found in the shadows where they escaped the sun’s rays. The bus driver’s seat was even with mine, although he sat higher. His face was hidden from view, though when the bus arrived, I could see that the driver was about 60 or 65 years in age. He had a shocking head of silver hair, a grizzled beard and glasses. And most definitely, a handsome bear of a man. The driver had turned slightly in his seat to face me, and had rested his right foot on a portable cooler. His crotch was completely exposed to my gaze and I immediately became fascinated by his balls that were clearly outlined by the tightness of his light-coloured linen pants. They were the size of small nectarines. The driver had picked up a book and was reading, seemingly oblivious to me and the package he was presenting. He had a thick coat of grey hair covering his hands and forearms. I was struck by how the sun’s light seemed to accentuate them. I could feel my breath quickening as I continued to stare at his crotch and my imagination began to go into over-drive. I imagined unzipping his trousers, feeling his balls…nothing unusual for me. I loved older men, and often mentally undressed them. Doesn’t everybody? As I continued to be mesmerised by his crotch, he moved his hand down to his crotch and gave himself a squeeze and adjusted himself. This happened 3 or 4 times. I felt my dick harden in my pants, because every time his hand moved away, his crotch seemed to get larger. His balls became more and more outlined, and I could start to see the outline of his cock. It was frustrating however, to not being able to see his face. I couldn’t tell if he was watching for my reaction or not. Maybe he was truly oblivious to me and his actions were not out of the ordinary. I zipped my window down and lit a cigarette. Suddenly, the driver stood up and walked to the back of bus. I thought to myself, “Oh well, show’s over.” The driver returned to his seat a minute or two later and resumed his position. Only this time, his fly was opened. After a few minutes of resumed reading, his hand reached in and disappeared from view. The fabric moved slightly with his fumbling. And my heart was racing. His face was still out of view. I continued to watch whilst smoking my cigarette. He hauled out a thick uncut cock and slowly stroked it. The foreskin slid back from its mushroom head and rose slowly back to cover it with each stroke. He stroked his cock 4 or 5 times before I finally realised that this wasn’t my imagination. I was gob-smacked. I got out of my truck to finish my cigarette, and found myself standing next to my vehicle and peering up through the bus’s door. I was taking in the best show I had seen in a long time and was savouring the experience. Suddenly the door swung open and I heard him say, “Interested in taking care of this for me?” I didn’t hesitate. I hobbled quickly up the stairwell and heard the door close behind me. I got down on my knees in front of him, and I heard him say, “I was hoping you were gay.” I reached for his cock and my fingers wrapped around it. It felt like a hot iron bar. I licked the sides of his cock as he settled back and scooted forward in his seat. I peeled back the foreskin slowly and bent down to taste the tip of his cock. He smelled of Ivory soap. I pushed his foreskin back with a slow down-stroke and engulfed the head of his cock in my mouth. He had a good thick six inches of cock at his disposal. “Mmmmm,” he said. Holding to the down-stroke, I slowly sucked all of his cock into my mouth and throat. I slowly bobbed up and down, and used my right hand to coordinate the pumping of his cock with my sucking. “Mmmmm, good,” he said. “mmmmm.” I continued sucking and stroking his cock, and let my left hand fondle his balls. I moved down to suck each of them into my mouth. They were covered in thick hair, and I could feel the hair’s roughness on my tongue. He spread his legs wider as I did this. “Hang on a second.” he said. He stood up quickly, and unbuckled his belt and trousers. He let them drop to the floor at his ankles and he quickly stepped out of them. He then sat back down in his seat, pulled his shirt up a bit and leaned back. His stomach was a bit paunchy but was covered in grey fur. I tongued around his balls and continued sucking his cock. It was rock hard and seemed to have its own furnace. Its heat almost felt as if it were burning in my hands. As I moved down to sucking his balls again, he scooted forward in his seat and raised both of his feet up. His right foot rested on a retaining pole and his left on the dash, making his arsehole all the more accessible. I didn’t need a second hint. I moved my tongue to licking the sides of his balls and then sucked each gently into my mouth. I began licking below them and I continued to my target. Making slow circles, I tongued closer and closer to his arsehole. The scent of Ivory soap and male sweat made my cock all the more harder. “God, that feels good,” I heard him say. I slowly lathered the fullness of my tongue over the prize, and then quickly delved in to tongue fuck his arse. As I began reaming his arse, he reached up to his cock and slowly started to stroke it. Slowly up, slowly down. His moaning became more frequent. I however, was not about to let up my attentions and continued licking deeply. I left the attention his hole was getting from my tongue and moved up, grabbing his cock with my right hand. I quickly licked the middle finger of my left hand, and as I started to swallow his cock again, I slowly slid my finger into his arse. “Oh, God….oh, God…oh, God…” I heard him mumble. I continued to finger his arse as I sucked his cock. I managed to relax my throat and sucked him deeply. My nose was buried deep into his public hair on every down-stroke. With the down-strokes, I moved my finger in deeply, and on the out-stroke I slowly pulled out. I started a slow rhythm of this movement and soon his moaning was keeping time with mine. “Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm” he kept saying. I pulled my finger out of his arse, and moved down to rim him again. This time he reached down with his hands and pulled the cheeks of his arse wide apart. I dove in like a man possessed. I licked and tongue-fucked his arse like there was no tomorrow. “I don’t want to cum too soon.” I heard him say, and he gently pushed me away. He stood up and stepping into the aisle moved back a row or two of the seats to catch his breath. “How soon before the kids come back?” I said. “I figure in about 20 minutes.” was his reply. I got up and moved around behind him. I said, “Can you see the path from back here if you bend over the seats?” “Yeah.” He spread his legs, put one knee on a seat and bent over the seat backs, keeping an eye on the wood’s path. I got on my knees and began rimming his arse again, whilst stroking his cock. I buried my tongue as far as I could, and he kept encouraging me. I continued to lavish attention to his hole and then to his balls. He reached back to pull his cheeks apart to widen my access, and I tongued his arsehole and licked like a madman. He reached down and started to stroke his cock at the same time. I kept up a rhythm while he stroked and moaned. Suddenly he turned around and grabbed the back of my head with one hand and he fed his cock to me with the other. He breathing was fast, and he groaned and grunted. He jerked out thick ropes of cum onto my tongue which quickly filled my mouth and I swallowed. He let go of his cock, and grabbing the back of my head with both hands he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth to finish his orgasm. He had held my head so hard, my nose was buried in his pubic hair. When the pulsating spasms of his of orgasm had stopped, he slowly eased his grip, and I struggled to escape for air. When his cock head popped from my mouth, I sucked and licked his balls. I grabbed the base of his cock and milked the last bit of cum from him, draining him dry. “Damn, that was good!” he said. He quickly got dressed, and opened the door for me to leave. I had just gotten into my truck, and I could hear the faint whooping and hollering of the children. Tom, the driver had stepped out of the bus, and was handing me his name and phone number just as the first of the children began escaping from the woods. A close call, for they were earlier than we had expected. That was 3 years ago. Since then, Tom and I have managed to get together fairly regularly and often, and each time seems to be more satisfying and intense than the last. The results of a surprising afternoon, I would have to say.