Gay Erotic Stories

I happened to stop at a state park in Wisconsin on my way to visit my sister who lived up north. I lived in the southern part of the state, and the drive was a good 5 hours. It was late October, most of the leaves had fallen, and it was unseasonably warm. There are a lot of great parks in Wisconsin, and the one I pulled into was no exception. A tranquil lake, some scenic hills, and away from the bustle of the highway. I hadn’t stopped to cruise. I’m in my middle 50’s, a little overweight and in all honesty, I’m just an average-looking Joe. I had stopped because I was tired of driving and needed a break. Sex wasn’t on my mind…it’d been so long since I’d had a “trick” – I was resigned to getting used to jacking myself off now and then. The park was set back from the highway a mile or so, and was completely deserted. I stopped at the restroom to relieve myself, and got back into my truck. Sometimes a good pee is better than an orgasm, I thought. I had consumed way too many cans of Coke without relieving myself. I enjoyed the diversion, and managed to take a hike of about ½ a mile, and decided that I had had enough fresh air, and that I should get back on the road. I had passed an older half-ton pick up truck with a camper on the way in, and there was an older gentleman standing on the far side of the truck. On my way out, I noticed he was underneath the truck. Figuring I should help, I stopped and asked if he could use some. “Thanks,” he said. “There’s some kind of rattling under here that I can’t seem to figure out.” He had stood up, and he came to be a little taller than I had expected. I figured him to be in his middle to late 60’s. A shocking head of grey hair, a slightly grizzled grey beard covered his face that evidently hadn’t seen a razor in a week or so. He wasn’t unlike myself in some respects. He certainly wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly either. The one thing I noticed right away, was his beautiful teeth and great smile. He was of average build, not overweight, but he didn’t have six-pack abs I was sure. He was wearing a short T-shirt covered by another shirt that barely covered the first. He had on a pair of well-worn grey sweatpants and sneakers. “You’re a long way from Maine.” I pointed out. “Yeah, I’m travelling across country, on my way to visit my sister and her family out West.” I suggested that if his truck started, we should drive over to the back parking area – and we could have a better look. I suggested that getting off the main road was a better idea and that way we didn’t have to worry about traffic. Not that there really was any traffic to worry about. From where I stood, the far end of the lot would all but shield us completely from view. He started his camper-truck and pulled into the back part of the lot, and I parked behind him. As he got out and walked around to the passenger side of his vehicle he hitched his sweats up. They had formed a droopy “U” in the back and half his crack appeared. I chuckled to myself, “Day-um! I could go for some more of that!” I got out and proceeded to follow him. He reached behind his passenger seat and pulled out a toolbox, and set it down by the front right tire. “I appreciate the help,” he said. And I said, “That’s OK, I’m in no hurry.” And with that he proceeded to get on his back to scoot under the truck. “If you’ll just hand me the tools, that’ll be a great help.” As he started to scoot back under the truck, his sweats decided not to. They rolled up and stopped under his butt, and when raising his legs I caught sight of the most beautiful pair of big balls I had ever seen – at least in a very long time. “Damn sweats,” he said, “I’ve lost both ends of the string inside and can’t get ‘em out!” I laughed, and said that was OK. You don’t have anything I don’t already have, or haven’t seen before. He asked me to retrieve a picnic blanket that was on the front seat, which I hastily did. I spread it out a bit, and he caught hold and moved it under himself and pulled up his sweats. I was disappointed because I sure wanted another leisurely view of those low- hanging big-sized balls. They were hung so low, they almost covered the complete crack of his hairy ass. I know that men my age seem to be always chasing after young guys, but I’ve always been attracted to mature, older men. They are just plain sexy, in a way that younger men can’t emulate. By the appearance of the bulge in his sweats while lying on his back, there seemed to be a hell of a lot more to admire, and I wondered if I’d get the chance to see any more. “I need to get on my knees for a bit,” he said, and he nimbly scooted around. He was working on a hanging cable or something. As he bent down, with his upper torso a little lower than the rest of him, and half under the truck, those beautiful grey sweats started to droop in the back again. The top half of his hairy ass was glistening in the late afternoon sun, and I started to feel the cock in my jeans rise. “I’m just going to kneel behind you and hand you the tools you need,” I said. “Do you mind if I rest my hand a bit back here to steady myself?” as I put my hand on the top part of his ass and the small of his back. “Naw, that’s fine. Hand me the crescent wrench, will ya?” I reached back and put it in his right hand that he reached back for. “Thanks”. Every now and then I’d hand him a tool, or take one back. And this went on for several minutes and we made small talk. “Damn!” he said, as I heard metal drop. “Now I gotta stretch for that one.” I laughed. As he stretched out putting his chest lower to the ground, those miraculous sweats fell completely to his knees exposing his ass. What an incredible sight. He didn’t even realize it, as I’m sure if it were windier – he’d know in a hurry. His legs moved a bit wider for a better stance, and his asshole was clearly exposed. I was hard as hell. I quickly bent down and took a whiff of some manly butt, and I could feel my pre-cum moving in my jeans. I quickly said, “Those sweats are going to get you into trouble some day,” and I reached down to pull them up for him. He said, “Oh, hell, there’s nobody around, just leave ‘em.” I didn’t need to be told twice. “Yeah,” I agreed. “There’s nobody that’s going to be driving in here this late in the day.”

We kept exchanging tools, bolts you name it. And every time he strained, his asshole would wink at me, and that hefty ballsack would sway back and forth. I was going crazy!! I managed during this time to move my hand to his left hip and back and also lower on his buttocks. His buttocks were firm, and that small crevice centered by his asshole kept my attention going. Those low-hanging balls kept swinging with every movement he took, and every few moments his asshole just would pulse or tighten up. I was SO ready to bury my face in his ass and eat him for everything I was worth. While he made a particularly long reach for something, I let the back of my forefinger playfully run up his asshole. “Oww,” he yelled, as he banged his head on the engine block. “I didn’t expect that – what are you, some kind of proctologist?” he joked. “Sorry,” I laughed. “It was too tempting. It didn’t hurt did it?” “No, I just wasn’t expecting that. Listen, I need to get this fixed, could you hand me the other wrench?” After I handed it to him, he lunged back under the truck on his elbows and knees and his ass came up to meet my face again. What was I to do? This whole scenario seemed so surreal. I said, “If it didn’t hurt, did it at least feel good?” “Yeah, I guess,” came his muffled reply. I took this to be a green light. I held my forefingers and thumbs together and framed his ass, much like a photographer about to take a picture. I stretched them close together, ready to pull those beautiful ass cheeks apart when the opportunity presented itself again. When he had to reach forward again and his hairy asshole quivered in my face again, I gently pulled his ass cheeks apart and buried my face in his ass. I gave him one good lick of my full tongue and then I burrowed into his hot hole like there was no tomorrow. “Oh, God! What the hell are you doing back there?” “Taking care of business – does it hurt at all?” I kept licking his ass, and tongue-fucking his hole. “No, it doesn’t hurt…you surprised me. But it feels a little weird.” “Does it hurt at all?” “No,” came his slow reply. “No, in a way, I guess it felt good, just weird, that’s all.” “That’s all I wanted to hear,” I laughed. I started tonguing his ass again, licking gently, plunging deeply. I was giving him a workout that he had never experienced. I grabbed his ballsack and pulled them back. Licking them one by one, I gently sucked them into my mouth. The slight taste of manly sweat was intoxicating. While doing this, I playfully fingered his ass, and he started to moan. I could hear his breath catching with every little trick I could muster. There wasn’t going to be much work done on the truck for the moment now. “God, don’t stop!” he pleaded. I grabbed his cock and pulled it back. It wasn’t the biggest I’ve ever seen, but it filled out quite nicely, and after pulling back his foreskin I could see a pearl of pre- cum waiting to be licked away. I flipped myself under him, and slowly sucked his cock deep into my mouth, pulling back the foreskin. I could feel it lengthen and thicken in my mouth. I ran my tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock. It stiffened considerable while I continued sucking it. I slowly sucked him in and out, and his legs quivered a bit. I could hear him grunting. Righting myself again and getting behind him, I started to stroke his cock as I devoured his ass. Licking his asshole and beating his throbbing dick. He didn’t know where to run. His moaning became more frequent and louder. “God, don’t stop.” Trust me, I had no intention of stopping. I reached down, unbuttoned my jeans and managed to pull my cock out. I was wet with desire. I slowly stroked my meat, as I tongue-fucked his ass. He reached back with both his hands and pulled his cheeks apart as far as they would go. “God, that feels so good! Is that your finger or your tongue? Put it in deeper!! Deeper, please!!” I managed a guttural whisper, “I’ve got my dick out, and I’ve love to fuck your ass! Do you want me to fuck you?” “I…I’ve never been fucked before…I can’t do that!” “It’ll feel better than this.” I assured him. I got up off my one knee, stripped off my jeans and proceeded to squat behind him. I rubbed the head of my cock on the entrance to his ass. “Doesn’t this feel good?” He moaned, and I dropped down to eat him once again and leave enough spit for lubricant. I said, “I’ve got a lubed condom in my pocket, and it’ll only take a second to put it on.” I fumbled with the condom as I continued to devour his ass, and after slipping the condom on, I proceeded slowly and let him get used to the size of my cock at his ass’s entrance. I’m not big, but I’m not small either. I took my time, gently pushing in and pulling out. His moaning increased in frequency and duration. Soon, he was begging for all of it. I slowly entered the full length of my cock. His hole was so tight. “God bless older men!” I thought. And I slowly started to fuck his ass. In and out, in and out. I reached down to pull his cheeks farther apart, and saw that he had reached back to jack himself as I fucked him. “Fuck me,” he said. And I fucked. I fucked with a tenderness that started slowly and proceeded to gain momentum. I was losing it, and he kept encouraging me to fuck harder. By now he was only moaning, “Ohhhh,” “Ohhhh,” “Ohhhhh,” with each thrust of my cock. I buried my cock deep in his ass and could feel the swelling rumble in my balls. They were churning and building an internal pressure that couldn’t be turned back. I rumbled, “Here I come!” “Yeah, yeah, come in my ass…. ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh” I shot a wad that had been building for months. I gasped for air, and felt the jizz spurt uncontrollably. Spurt after spurt after spurt. “God, that was incredible!” I gasped, as I finally withdrew from him. “Yes, it was,” as he finished crawling out from under the truck. I pushed him back on the blanket, hoisted his legs in the air and ate his ass again, until his legs wouldn’t stop quivering. “I’ve gotta visit Wisconsin again soon,” he said. “Yes, you do.” This event happened six years ago. And twice a year when he travels through, Jim and I get together to give his cock and ass a good work out. Thank God for older men! He keeps getting better and better with age. And older men? I keep lusting and lusting after them!