Gay Erotic Stories

It can be pretty harsh living through the winters in Wisconsin…but there are good sides to this climate, too. Summers can be quite pleasant, provided you can find a spot where the state bird (the mosquito) doesn’t congregate.

I was lucky enough to find a great spot today, to catch up on some reading, and hopefully meet someone interesting. After mowing the lawn this morning, I headed out to a small park, a few counties away from where I live.

My job is rather high-profile, and I’d prefer to keep my personal business personal, which is why I prefer outings anywhere but near my home. Don’t want to run the risk of meeting someone on my home “turf” which could end up being a sticky wicket. I can’t afford to be “outed”, I’m too close to retirement. (4 more years to go…and counting.) I’m 58, young at heart, but I certainly look my age. I didn’t inherit very good “youthful” genes, but I try to maintain a healthy lifestyle.

My life would probably be different if I had chosen to live in a big metropolitan city. The city’s animosity has a few benefits, but I like living in a small village. It’s nice to know the cashier at the bank and the chemist’s, the staff at the petrol station or the ice cream parlour. It makes one feel like a part of the community. It’s very welcoming. Besides, I’ve always lived in small villages. I’d be a fish out of water in a big city.

I had quickly jumped into the shower around 10.30. The lawn was finally mowed and the temperature and humidity were rapidly increasing from the chill that greeted me when I first started to mow.

I relished the cool, refreshing spray of water. I lathered the washcloth well, and proceeded to wash my chest, stomach and nether regions. The washcloth felt so slippery on my cock and balls, that it only took a few swipes and I could feel the familiar thickening response of my cock. “Junior” was enjoying the attention. I reached down further to lather up my balls, and I rested my foot on the shower’s ledge to gain better access to the crack of my arse. I slowly rubbed the washcloth over “Rosebud” and could feel the slight involuntary puckering of anticipation.

Every once in awhile, I’ll soap up a finger and lightly tease my hole – all the while pretending that my finger is really some hot stud’s cock – begging to gain entrance. I don’t know why I play out this fantasy, probably because it is just that…a fantasy. It hasn’t been until the last year or two, that I’ve started to enjoy using this rubberised cock I purchased through the Internet. I’d never been a fan of arse-play before. But slipping a condom on it, lubing it well, and gently massaging my prostate as I slowly wank, is simply an incredible feeling.

It’s not a habit or a regular ritual, I only do it every couple of months. But it’s a pleasant change from a quick wank in the middle of the night, just to get rid of some pent up stress. I always tell my patients to slow down, and enjoy life. I’m finally heeding my own words of wisdom.

I realised I could get “lost” in my shower, and decided enough was enough. I towelled down, put on a baggy pair of shorts and a comfortable tee shirt. (I always go commando, except when I’m at work.) Scrubs just aren’t conducive to the “commando” lifestyle.

In a matter of an hour, I found myself in a tranquil park that had been known to be a little “active” now and then. Turns out, this was the “then” period, for nobody showed up for almost two hours.

My luck changed when a large grey pickup truck pulled past me, turned around in the large lot in front of me and parked almost directly opposite from my vehicle. The driver was a big guy, grey-haired, and had a bit of a paunch. Not a bad looking bloke. He had on a matching grey tee shirt, and Levi jeans and boots. He must have been around 55 or so.

Anyone that knows me, knows I have a penchant for older men. I’ve no use for young twinks – or anyone under 50 for that matter. Just my preference.

I gave him a nod as he walked by on his way to the rest room, and I watched in my rear-view mirror. “Nice butt.” I thought. After a couple of minutes he walked back to his truck. In the rear-view mirror, I caught another glimpse of him – and those jeans hid very little from anyone’s imagination. Nice, tight crotch that showed the length of his dick and his balls pulled up tightly in his pants.

I thought, “Well, I’ve had my thrill today. There won’t be anyone else coming in here. This place is dead.”

I expected to hear his engine roar to life, but suddenly he was standing next to my car door, and he said, “Nice day, huh?” He was glancing down to my crotch, although I pretended not to notice, and I realised that my balls were hanging out of my shorts. I’ve got a BIG set of low-hanging balls. I’ve been teased about them since I was a teenager – so there was no wonder he’d be looking there. He couldn’t miss them.

He kept making small talk, saying he was on his way to work in a short time. He worked in a machine shoppe. He was a “press” operator, whatever that was. He shifted on his feet from one side to the other, and I had a chance to check him out more closely. He stood so close to the car that his head all but disappeared. All I had to peruse was his torso. And what a torso it was!

He was heavy-set, as I said. Tufts of thick, grey fur poked out of the top of his shirt, and his crotch was mesmerising. I could make out the outline of the head of his big dick. It seemed to twitch every now and then – and I felt my cock respond in return. A quick pulse of attention.

“Looks like you’re pretty comfortable, wearing shorts like those.” he said.

“Yeah, you don’t know what you’re missing”. I replied.

“Trust me, I’m not missing much.” he laughed.

He walked around to the inside of my car door and leaned onto the car, his nearest arm resting on the top of the car’s roof, and his other hand dropped over his fly.

His cock seemed even bigger now.

“Check out the geese!” he said.

I looked in the direction he indicated and saw a small flock flying overhead.

“Wonder where they’re headed?” he mused aloud.

When I settled back from looking at the geese, I was pretty much at eye level again with his crotch. Same as before, but this time…I noticed his fly was open. He moved his free hand in his pocket every once in awhile, and his fly would open wider, revealing a dark curly patch of pubic hair.

I wanted to bury my face in there, in the worst way.

He said, “Seems like nobody ever comes in here anymore.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah.” he replied.

I scooted sideways in the car seat so that I was almost sitting in front of him.

“I’ve got something for you”, he said suddenly.

He unbuttoned his top jeans button, and the front of his jeans fell free. His semi-hard cock was half-concealed behind the fabric. I’m no Martha Stewart, I didn’t need an engraved invitation.

I leaned forward, inhaling deeply and flicked my tongue at his shaft. He reached down to pull out his cock. It was uncut, deeply veined and had about a half inch of skin hanging on the end. Nice and thick.

I reached out with my hand, gave it a squeeze and felt a small pearl of pre-cum drip onto the back of my hand.

“Oh, yeah” he said. “Daddy wants it bad.”

I slowly pumped his cock up and down, and felt his hips grinding to meet my downward movements. His cock lengthened and thickened with each firm stroke I gave it.

“Are you sure, nobody’s going to come in here?” I was getting a little nervous.

“Let’s take a little hike to the picnic tables.” They were clustered under a roofed building.

We locked up our vehicles, and walked about 200 meters to the tables.

Walking to the back, we turned to face each other. I grabbed his ass cheeks as he ground his hips into me. He moved his head down, and reached under my chin to bring my lips to his. Man, this guy could kiss!!!

Suddenly, without warning there was a sudden clap of lightning and thunder. A very heavy downpour ensued. We paid no attention, and didn’t worry about anyone driving in. We couldn’t even see our vehicles parked 200 meters away. Nobody could see us whatsoever.

He quickly got out of his clothes, and I got out of mine.

He laid back on the picnic table, and I pushed his legs up to his chest. He held the backs of his knees firmly, and I slowly engulfed his nuts in my mouth and gave him a tongue bath, he’d never forget. He had a good set of nuts on him, too. Lots of room in that sack, and they were the size of small nectarines.

I snaked down along his asshole, licking for all I was worth, and he kept encouraging me, reaching down to pull his arse cheeks apart.

His cologne was a fragrance I didn’t recognise, but it was pleasant and heady. He had reached up with his one hand and was stroking his cock, his other hand firmly pulling his ass cheek open. I continued licking his balls and lightly fingering his asshole.

I bent down, pulled a condom from my shorts, and quickly pulled the turtleneck of his shaft taught. I slowly unrolled the condom down the length of his shaft.

The rain was thunderous on the metal roof. I bent down and engulfed the head of his cock in my mouth.

“Mmmmmm, yeah, man….yeah, man” he kept repeating.

I swallowed him down to the base of his dick, and sucked as hard as I could. I had started slowly, but quickly built up speed. Slurping my way down that thick shaft, then up again.

“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah…”

I licked my middle finger and on the down stroke of sucking his cock, I slipped it up his asshole.

“Ohhh, God !!!! Ohhhh, God !!!” Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, finger my hole, man! Finger my hole!”

I started finger fucking his arse, and quickly found his prostate. I used a swirling motion with my finger, rubbing the gland firmly as I sucked him at an increasing rhythm that couldn’t be interrupted now.

“Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh,” he kept repeating, over and over. “Oh, God !! Oh, God !! Mmmmm, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

His panting was getting stronger and shorter, and his cock seemed to harden like a rock in my throat. I swallowed him down to his pubic hair, my nose buried deeply in it.

I drilled his ass with my finger, and didn’t hold back. I managed to relax my throat and took him deeply with each thrust.

He reached up to hold the top of my head, as his hips gyrated in a pulsing rhythm, fucking my mouth deeply, his legs splayed wide.

“Man, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, UHHH, UHHHHH!!!”

His cock pulsed in my throat matching his groans of ecstasy. His dick pumped and shot volleys of cum into the condom, filling it quickly.

“Oh, God !! Oh, God !! Yeah, man! Yeah, man….uh, uh, uh, uhhh, uhhh.” His climax had slowly ended, his breathing was still quick, panting and panting, struggling to catch his breath.

The rain started to let up, almost in unison with his cumming.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth with a “pop” and I buried my nose in his pubic hair, smelling the sweet sweat of his manhood. I slowly licked his balls, one then the other, as his gasps slowly subsided.

He sat up, and reaching down to my armpits, he pulled me up to him. He kissed me deeply and passionately.

“That was fucking incredible.” he said.

“That was nothing,” I said, “wait until we meet again.”

And we are…next week.

I can’t wait.