Gay Erotic Stories

ANOTHER ROADSIDE ATTRACTION It was the summer of 1984. I had just finished my first year of university, and I was back in British Columbia to spend the summer at home with my parents. I would have preferred to go travelling in Europe, but my finances weren¹t up to. My efforts to find a summer job at home had been fruitless, so when my parents suggested a camping trip to the Rocky Mountains I had no reason to refuse. When I was growing up camping trips were a feature of every summer. They inevitably involved long days in the back of the family car as we drove from one pristine location to the next. This trip was no exception, but this time my boredom was aggravated by the feeling that I was really too old for this kind of holiday. My almost constant state of sexual arousal didn¹t help either. At university I had the privacy to masturbate whenever the urge struck, but now I was surrounded by family. It had been more than four days since my last orgasm, and it was difficult for me to focus on anything else. I was lost in an erotic reverie when my father turned off at a roadside picnic area for lunch. As soon as the engine stopped and the car doors opened, my mother began asking everyone what they wanted to eat. I wanted to pee, so I told my mother that I would eat whatever was put in front of me and walked towards the outhouses at the far end of the parking lot. This was another inescapable aspect of camping trips: the toilets stank, and there was no running water. I opened the wooden outhouse door, breathing through my mouth to lessen the stench, and locked the door behind me. I unzipped my trousers and took out my penis. After a short pause I unleashed a long stream of urine into the reeking pit. I was surprised by how full my bladder was. It took me so long to relieve myself that I began to read the graffiti etched into the outhouse walls. It included the usual boasts of massive endowments and filthy limericks, but one message caught my eye. FOR BLOWJOB, WALK TO END OF PATH AND SHOW IT HARD The invitation seemed unbelievably inviting. I had finished peeing, but I continued to stare at the simple message, my cock stiffening slightly in my hand. I forced it back into my trousers, and then unlocked the door. As I stepped out into the sunshine I couldn¹t resist glancing around for a path. It wasn¹t difficult to find. It lead directly away from the outhouse and into the nearby bushes where it quickly disappeared. I looked over towards my parents. They were slowly transporting things from the car to a distant picnic table. There was certainly time for a short walk before lunch. The path meandered along through the bushes, sometimes becoming faint but always reappearing. I had to dodge the occasional branch or thorny plant, but eventually I came upon a small clearing which ended abruptly with a cliff. I walked to the edge. It was the sort of vista the Rockies are famous for: a long river valley with dramatic mountain peaks on either side. I had almost forgotten what had brought me to the end of the path, but then the words SHOW IT HARD slowly forced themselves back into my consciousness. I looked around me. Nobody was waiting to offer me a blow job. I wasn¹t surprised, or even disappointed. I¹d really come here just for a short walk. But then it occurred to me that this would be a perfect place to jerk myself off. The idea was delightfully dangerous. I¹d never done it outside before. I took another quick look over my shoulder, and then unzipped my trousers. I took out my cock and felt the gentle breeze against it. I was becoming aroused without even touching myself. I kept my hands at my sides and watched my penis slowly extend itself towards the mountain view. I was almost fully erect when I heard a twig snap. I looked over to my right and saw a man standing roughly fifteen feet away. He was a bit older than me, perhaps in his late twenties or early thirties. He was slim, slightly muscular, and conservatively dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans. He stared out over the valley, apparently oblivious of my presence, but then he began to rub his prick through the thick denim of his jeans. Still without looking at me he unbuckled his belt and unzipped the jeans. With some effort, he pulled out an enormous semi-hard cock and began to stroke it. My own penis, which had lost some of its stiffness as a result of the interruption, sprang back to life. With a final cautious look around, I followed my companion¹s example and began stroking. There we stood, fifteen feet apart, masturbating while we marveled at the spectacular scenery. After a couple of minutes I decided that I wanted to have a closer look at my companion¹s endowment. I took a few awkward steps sideways towards him. He still didn¹t acknowledge my presence. A few more steps. He stared resolutely over the valley. A few more steps and I was standing right beside him. He stood completely still, his hand rhythmically pumping his throbbing member. For some inexplicable reason I felt the need to make conversation. ³Good, isn¹t it,² I said, imitating the man¹s outward stare. He didn¹t reply. I was afraid that he might just go on ignoring me, but then he took a step forward. He turned around to face me and dropped to his knees. I could scarcely take my hand away from my cock before it was enveloped by his warm, soft mouth. He pressed his lips deep into my pubic hair, his tongue swirling around my shaft and over the tip. He began sliding his mouth up and down my penis, first slowly but then with increasing speed. I knew I had no control over the feelings emanating from my crotch. I was about to come. And then I did. My semen wrenched itself out of my testicles and penis with such urgency that I could actually feel my knees weaken. I can vividly recall the sounds of the mountain breeze rustling through the leaves, my companion¹s determined swallowing, and then his quiet grunt as he spurted a long jet of white semen onto the ground. It splashed on the rocks, and clung to the dried grass around my feet. The man stood up, squeezed a few last drops of cum from his cock, and then returned his magnificent appendage to his jeans. I reluctantly did the same. With a barely audible ³see ya, kid,² he disappeared down the path. I remained standing, and looked at the glistening cum on the ground. I felt a sudden urge to touch it, but resisted and slowly retraced my steps along the path to the parking lot. When I reached the outhouse I could see the man getting into his pick-up truck. He started the engine and drove out to the main highway. I walked over to the picnic table, where my parents had arranged an elaborate lunch. ³At last!² said my father as he munched on a sandwich. I sat down and looked around at the trees, the mountains and the cloudless sky. ³It¹s really very beautiful, isn¹t it?² I said. ³Well, I¹m glad you¹ve cheered up,² said my mother as she handed me a sandwich. [If you enjoyed this story and would like to read more, e-mail me at stailor@hotmail.com.]