Gay Erotic Stories

“Getting lucky” is a phrase that rarely happens to me it seems. And I can understand why…I’m no longer the young stud I used to be. Age has crept up on me, and so has gravity. And besides, most guys aren’t interested in men in their 50’s. Just a fact of life, I guess. I must say though, I’m not too out of shape…all things considered. And even though I don’t have “movie star” looks, I know I’m not butt ugly. But given those parameters, I have to admit, it had been a long time since an “encounter” had taken place. As I had been extremely busy this summer, I guess I hadn’t thought much about it. I’ve been taking a class most of the summer, so have been spending a lot of my time reviewing course material and studying. Not much of an opportunity to “get lucky”. Late in the afternoon last week, I realised that I was becoming stir-crazy…I needed a change of scenery. And to improve my outlook, I decided to get out of the house. I took my books, jumped into the truck and headed out to a nice secluded park a couple of counties away from home. I hadn’t been there all summer. What was nice about the park is the simple fact you needed to purchase a daily or yearly sticker to gain access. It’s a state run recreational area. It certainly kept the riff- raff down to a minimum, and kept the place quiet. After driving up the long drive and then down the hill, the road curves left and rather abruptly you find yourself in a good-sized parking lot. The parking lot is set on a slight incline and is quite a distance from the main road. The parking lot allows cars to park on either side of the lot, then the road continues around at the top of the hill and you find yourself in the back parking lot. It lies parallel to the first lot. Both lots are visible to each other, only separated by a strip of trees and grass about 15 metres wide. I parked in the back lot near the top of the hill, a few spaces away from an older sedan. I had passed by a vehicle in the first lot, and its driver had started to pull out as I passed. There were no other cars in the lots. I noticed that there was a man sitting under the shelter at the crest of the hill, on one of the picnic tables that were gathered there. I didn’t pay too much attention, besides he was too far away to see what he looked like. I eased out of the truck, lifted the tail-gate and crawled in. I was pretty comfortable…a cold drink in one hand, a cool breeze found its way thought the truck, the birds chirping…what more could I ask for? I grabbed my book and started to read. After about 20 minutes, the man under the shelter came back to his vehicle, popped open the boot and grabbed a can of beer out of a cooler. He was older than I, around 60. No shoes, no shirt. Just a pair of old baggy cotton shorts, with large pockets on the legs. Not a bad-looking bloke, I thought, but he didn’t pay much attention to me. He was more interested in his beer. In fact, he paid very little attention to me, even when this scenario was repeated five or six times. He was only interested in getting his beer and ambling back to the shelter. After his seventh beer, I decided I needed to stretch. I took a walk down to the bottom of the parking lot and back to my truck. It felt good to walk a bit. The sun had started to set and it was getting darker. It was one of those evenings where light seemed to hang on for the longest time. Indeed, it was quite pleasant outside, no mosquitoes, no flies or bugs. By the time I had returned to my truck, Mr. Beer was just finishing his eighth trip and was tipsily returning to the shelter. I thought it might be wise to let him know that he might want to re-consider driving home for awhile. It doesn’t pay to get caught driving “under the influence”. I sauntered up the hill to the shelter and approached him from his right side. I don’t know if he saw me or not approaching the shelter. As it was dusk, I hadn’t focused on watching him…I was observing the scenery and sky as I walked up to the shelter. He was sitting on the top of the picnic table. His shorts were thrown on the ground, and he was buck-naked. He burped a few times and said, “Feels good getting out in the open,” as he leaned back on his arms and widened his legs. I said, “Well, it looks like you’re getting back to nature alright.” “Yeah,” he chuckled as he gave his dick a squeeze, “getting back to nature.” I manoeuvred myself to his side and even in the growing darkness, could see he had a good sized dick. His dick was thick, too, with balls the size of plums. I said, “It looks like your enjoying yourself.” “Yeah,” he replied. “but it could be better.” “Oh? How’s that?” I asked. He didn’t reply. Leaning back on his elbows, he swung his legs up on the table to face me, and spread them wide. He reached down and started stroking his meat. “I see what you mean.” I said. Instinctively I reached forward and gently cupped his balls. They had plenty of room to move. When Mr. Beer laid back on the table and brought his knees up, his ball-sack hid his asshole from view. Mr. Beer kept stroking his cock and I became mesmerised by how thick and long it grew. “I’ll be right back”, I said. After retrieving a condom from my truck, I was back to the shelter in no time flat. He hadn’t budged. He just continued stroking his cock and occasionally he played with his balls. Unwrapping the condom, I slid it slowly down his lengthened cock. Grabbing its base, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and slowly engulfed him. “Mmmm,” he murmured, as he widened his legs and raised his pelvis slightly. I slowly licked the shaft of his cock, and alternated licking the shaft with sucking the whole shaft in my mouth. “Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmm” seemed to be the order of the day. I sucked and sucked his cock, and he occasionally raised and lowered his legs. Sometimes he would thrust his pelvis up to get more of his cock down my throat. I moved down to suck his balls, and my nostrils were assailed by the sweaty smell of this crotch. I started to suck his balls….one at a time. He kept groaning over and over. I pushed his legs up and pressed the backs of them so that his knees were at his chest. He held them there. While in this position, I grabbed the head of his cock and swallowed his shaft again. I traced small circles around his asshole, while I sucked his cock and balls. I wet my middle finger and slowly inserted it into his ass, as I hungrily sucked all of his cock into my mouth. “Unggff”, he groaned. I kept finger fucking his ass slowly, massaging his prostate, while at the same time coordinating my sucking movements with my middle finger. “Oh, God…oh, God…” he kept muttering while I was servicing him.

Isn’t it funny how one small thing can suddenly distract and disinterest you from the whole picture?

I had suddenly realised the mosquitoes were starting to bite. I kept reaching down and swatting them from my bare legs. I stopped what I was doing and said, “We should have started this sooner. The bugs are really getting bad,” as I stood over him. “C’mon,” he pleaded. “Don’t stop. Keep sucking my cock. I’m almost there.” “Naw, maybe another time.” I replied. “C’mon, suck it just a little bit longer” as he stroked his cock and aimed it at me. I bent down, and started sucking again. He quickly reached down and grabbed my head. “That’s it…suck it. Suck my cock, you cocksucker! Get it down your throat.” His sudden change in tone scared me for a bit, but strangely enough I found it exciting. When I realised it was the “alcohol” talking, I became less alarmed. He held my head and started pumping his cock into my mouth. “Lick my balls!” he commanded, as he pushed my face down to meet them. I sucked on one and then the other. “That’s it….I’m almost there,” as he brought my head up to his cock once again. “Suck my cock, cocksucker….suck it! Mmm…Mmm…” I could feel his cock stiffen in my throat and then the sudden convulsive movements of his cum ejaculating from his cock, filling the condom. “Ugghh, ugggh, ugggh” he yelled keeping tempo with his ejaculation. “Oh, yeah…oh, yeah…oh, yeah”. After the pulsing had stopped, I let his dick and cockhead pop from my mouth. He lay there panting. “Was it good for you, too?” I aked. “You can suck me off anytime.” was his slurred reply and a lop-sided grin. I left him to clean himself up and get dressed…the mosquitoes were swarming.