Gay Erotic Stories

The pink slip came in January at the dot.com advertising firm where I was working. Shit! Yeah, it was a heinous job but it paid the bills for my penthouse apartment with money left over and in Manhattan that’s pretty good. Seems that everybody was beginning to lay people off so nothing was happening on the job front. By the time spring had come--with no job--I was getting used to my daily routine of waking up, going down to the deli for a paper and a bagel and then going out on my terrace to get some sun and have breakfast with the New York Times. As the days were warming up, I went outside in shorts but usually dropped the pants once I got outside and got the paper folded to read. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist and even thought I am on the top floor of my building probably 25,000 people could hypothetically check me out--including the tourists using the telescope on the Empire State Building. This was (and is, if I am honest) sort of a turn-on. So, it was unusual to get a raging hard-on while reading about the disastrous economy and the war in the Middle East. Unemployment had given me an opportunity to spend a lot more time at the gym so my body was in the best shape it had been in for years. It is amazing what swimming 3 miles a day can do for a body. And, on this particular Thursday, my dick (short and fat and can stretch even the most experienced mouth and ass--I call it Hoss) was also rock hard and standing at full attention. I had finished reading the paper and was struggling with the crossword puzzle and pulling on Hoss as I considered a 5-letter word for “impaled”. Reamed? Nah. Not 5 letters. Across the street some real estate company is renovating a building and some guys were working on the roof. Because it was a sunny spring day a couple of the guys had their shirts off and were trying to get some sun as they worked. The roof they were working on is slightly lower than my terrace so I could look down on them and watch to my dick’s content. One guy, the supervisor, in particular was really hot. First, he was huge. Huge arms. Huge chest. From what I could see there was no hair on his chest--just smooth mounds of solid man meat and a tiny waist that slid into dirty jeans that covered a great ass. Hoss was dreaming of that ass and I was thinking; five letters? Dildo? Clearly I wasn’t making much progress on my crossword but I was loving watching this stud strain his muscles lifting, hammering and telling the other guys what to do. After 30 minutes of this the workers left and I put the paper down and stretched out a bit in my deck chair to get some sun. I was totally relaxed with my dick hanging down for all to see and slept a bit and decided around noon it was time to get up and do some job hunting. As I began to get the blown paper together and put my shorts back on, the hot guy came back on the roof fully dressed and started climbing a ladder to the water tower on top of the building. He reached the platform, which was at eye-level with me and looked directly over to where I was sitting. I was still stripped but Hoss was asleep so I just offered the guy a short two finger wave. He just stood there. I decided to take a chance and reached down and tenderly nudged Hoss to wake up. I wanted to see what the guy would do. He stood there and reached down and pulled his shirt off over his head and sat down on the platform with his eyes still looking straight at me. Hoss was fully awake and straining his one eye to look over at the guy as well. The guy began to rub his crotch in encouragement. Hell, if he wanted to see a show, I was ready to give him one. I spit into my hand and began pumping on my dick and trying, by thinking about it real hard, to get him to join me. It worked. He stood up and removed his tool belt. Then he seemed to hesitate so I thought about him joining me even harder. He then loosened his belt and his fly and opened his pants and pulled his dick out through his boxers. He lay down on the platform and started working his own tool. His dick fit his body--it was huge. I could see the pole getting worked and when his hand was at the base there were 4 or 5 inches of solid dick still showing. There was a dick 40 feet away as the bird flies and I wanted it. He was looking over at me. I wished he had kept standing so I could see more but I wasn’t going to complain. I kept working Hoss and I felt the churning of my balls and knew I was about to explode. Fuck it! I closed my eyes and let it go and started shooting all over my chest and abs. I got through and looked over and he was still staring and gave me the thumbs up sign with his free hand. I laughed and reached down and got a load of spunk on my fingers and put it in my mouth. I love the taste even if it is my own. He must have loved that because I saw him go into bucking motions and leaned to the side to shoot clear of his body. I returned the thumbs up sign and he seemed to smile, shook his head and got dressed and then went back down the ladder into the building. That was over. Damn it. I found my shorts and got dressed and went inside. About 3 minutes later the buzzer from the doorman rang and I answered it and he said, “Mr. Shields, Derek is here with a package.” I was puzzled. Derek? What package? “Fine”, I said, “send him up.” My doorbell rang and you know who was there: The package turned out to be his lunch, which he never got a chance to eat. A 5-letter word for impaled? Derek. It fit.