Gay Erotic Stories

Jason By J. Nash One summer while I was working my way through grad school, I found work as a surveyor, with this guy who had a contract with the state parks. I was 26, single, and didn’t want anything more than to pour myself into my work and make a ton of money on a prevailing wage job. I wanted no distractions. I knew the first day that wasn’t going to happen. I showed up to work to meet my partner on the crew in the boss’s office. The first thing I knew I had to sit down and lean forward a little to hide my boner. The guy was gorgeous: Dark hair, blue eyes and a big, almost goofy grin. He was very lean, and very muscular. I could see the outline of his pecs under his tight white T-shirt. The boss told me he wanted me to meet my partner, his son, Jason. The first day working was awkward, at best. I kept stealing glances at Jason as he bent over to hold the tape. I found myself more than not re-directing the scope to check out his tight ass. So much for no distractions. He chatted me up a little, wanted to know about my life and my goals for school. When he found out I wanted to be a college history professor, he said that sounded cool, but I could tell he was just making conversation. I found out from him that he was 19 and a college track star. He spoke about a girlfriend, but didn’t say much about her. As we road back in the truck to the office, he asked if I minded if he took off his shirt. Of course I said no. It was hard trying to keep on the road as he lounged in the seat beside me. His fingers absently traced over his chest, and I wanted my own to join them. I asked him what he was doing that night and he said he had a date, but did not elaborate. That night I dreamed that I had stopped the truck, unzipped his pants, and sucked him dry, right then and there. The next morning we met in the office parking lot. He was sipping coffee and looked really tired as he got in the truck and we headed off into the out-of-the-way parts of the park where we were surveying the route for a new access road. He was having trouble keeping awake and I told him he could sleep as we had about an hour’s drive. So, he slumped down and closed his eyes. While he slept, his hand twitched on top of his crotch and I could see a hard-on developing under his jeans. I took a risk and stroked it lightly, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. The feeling was delicious, but he started to stir, so I pulled my hand away, hoping he didn’t notice my own cock bulging in my jeans. As we got out of the truck, he apologized for sleeping on the way up. He said he hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night before. I asked if that was because of his date, and he grinned. I was dying to ask for details, but he shared them sporadically through the day. At first, just with the “that’s what she said” sort of comments, then getting more detailed about how they’d parked in his driveway and made out and he’d put his fingers in her panties and stroked her until she came. They’d spent the rest of the night in his bedroom. If the boy was honest, he had a great deal of stamina. When we took the truck back to the office at the end of the day, we had to go in to turn in our time cards. We talked a bit about general stuff, and as we left he stood in the door, his ass pushing at the bar to keep it open. He caught my gaze, and as if he was trying to be sure I was washing, put his hand on his waistband and pulled up on his t-shirt, rubbing his washboard abs. When he was sure I was watching he said, “you like?” I nodded and he lowered his shirt. That night, I was confused, but emboldened, and I almost called him but didn’t want his father, our boss, to know about it. So, I waited until the morning. It was raining, which meant no work. I was disappointed when I heard the phone ring, which I expected to confirm this. But it was Jason’s voice. He said, “Dad’s taking the day off, but he wants me to go in to answer the phone and do some drafting for him. You want to come by and help me out? He said it was OK.” Of course I said yes. The office was dark when I got there. I had a momentary thought that maybe Jason was setting me up for something, but he came to the door when I knocked. I had dressed in my usual jeans and t-shirt, but he was dressed in nicely pressed khakis and a billowy white shirt. It was unbuttoned four buttons and I could see his ribbed t-shirt underneath. He smiled a little sheepishly when I sat down in the office chair next to him and I said, “tell me what to do.” “Well,” he said, pulling open the computer drafting program he was working with and showing me a basic outline of the project. “We have to finish getting this road laid out using the measurements we took this week.” We did that all morning, keeping our discussion work-based and terse. I wondered if he regretted having me there. I finally felt bold enough to ask him why I was there. “I think you know why you’re here,” he answered. He pushed the chair back and leaned in it. I couldn’t help myself; I put my hand on the inside of his thigh. He didn’t move it away. Soon his lips were pressed against mine and his tongue was in my mouth. He pulled away to tell me that he’d always had feelings for guys and had slept with his college roommate, but I was the most intriguing one he’d met lately. He liked girls but he needed guys, too. His father didn’t know and he didn’t want him to know. I told him I’d keep it quiet and he started tonguing my ear, which sent a delicious shudder through me that increased my hard-on. I got on the floor and pulled him to his feet. From his waistline I pulled his shirt and pulled up his t-shirt, finally able to feel his rock-hard abs. I traced lazy circles on them with my tongue and I sucked hard on his belly button as I unbuckled his black leather belt. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, nudging it down with my nose. I could feel silk and see bulging blue as I pulled his pants down, revealing his boxers, which were not doing much to contain his cock. He bent to step out of his pants and slip off his shoes, then joined me on the floor, first lifting my t-shirt over my head, then unbuttoning my jeans. He ran his palms and fingers over my chest, tonguing my nipples, before commanding me to stand so he could remove my jeans. He paid special attention to the front of my grey cotton briefs and he yanked them down. I could feel the front of them growing moist with his tongue. I stepped out of my jeans and he yanked down my shorts. He let my shaft rub against his cheekbones before turning his head to lick it. He grabbed my ass and brought me closer to him as his tongue found my head and his lips formed a suction cup around it. I let him do that for a minute, but wanted to wait to cum. I got down on my knees and removed his shirt, letting my fingers drink in the supple feel of him. Before I pushed him down on the floor and lay on top of him, feeling his blue silk against my hot, hard cock. I pushed his boxers down and told him to turn over, which he did. My cock caressed the underside of his ass as my finger slipped up to massage his tight pucker. He groaned in pleasure as I did this. My cock sticking into the inside of his thigh, I sucked gently on his ear and covered his hands with mine, fingers linking. He was spread out on the floor as I gently eased into him. He shuddered as I did, and I allowed one hand to let go of his and come around his front to his cock. I stroked him as I went further inside him, then pulled out of him to repeat the process. He rubbed his ass against me and I fought back a load of cum. We lay like that for a long time, me easing into him and out of him, until he asked me to fuck him harder, so I obliged, ramming myself in and yanking out. I felt his cumload in my hand and knew I was free to do the same. His pucker and his ass were slick with my cum as I humped him. When we were both spent, we lay on our sides and made out, until he was hard again, then I spread him out and sucked him like I’d dreamed of doing. We spent the afternoon fucking and sucking each other and when it was time to leave he kissed me for a long time and thanked me for the experience. I said, “no problem.” That entire summer we had a hard time keeping our hands off each other to get our work done in remote locations, but those are stories for another time.