Gay Erotic Stories

I sit at my desk, taking my calls, and writing my emails to my friends. Every once in awhile I'll turn in my chair enough and see him. He sits a few desks away, but still pretty close. Him? He's Tony. About 6'4", 195# of muscle and brawn. He has light to dark blonde hair and a light but smooth tan. Most of his height is in his legs, and so when he sits at his desk, his legs kind of lay there. When I look over at him, half the time he is on the phone and looking at his computer screen; the other times he is sitting back in his chair with his legs spread out. He may be talking to a neighbor or just looking around. He catches me looking at him, and I look away, but there are times he'll look right at me. Maybe wondering why I am looking at him, I don’t know. Maybe he just looks at other people to look at other people, with no conscious thought behind it. I don’t think he is thinking the same thing that I am thinking. One day, I happen to look over at him, his legs spread out in front of him. And I notice that his jeans are fitting him kind of tight that day. I scan down his long legs, and notice a bulge in his crotch. A guy that tall is most likely to have an equal size cock. I can’t see anything definite in the bulge but notice that there is something there. I also notice he is looking right at me. I look up at him quickly and we catch eyes. In the flash of a second before I turn away I see him grin ever so slightly at me. I pass it off just like I have before, but this time, I was a bit more daring, staring at his crotch just like Franklin does when he looks over some boy. I'm sure Tony knows I am gay, or at least has a pretty good guess. I don’t care. But whatever his guess is, he probably has some sense of why I am looking at him, and I think in some way, he likes it. I walk to the bathroom like it's not a big thing. I walk in and turn the corner and there at the counter, washing his manly hands, is Tony. I look over at him, and our eyes meet for only a second, he doesn’t nod or grin but I feel him somehow recognize me. I walk on to the stall, step in, and close the door behind me. I noticed one other guy in the bathroom, standing at the urinal. I hear him flush the urinal, turn the water on and off, grab a few towels and then walk out the door. It’s quiet for a moment. I see a pair of shoes, rather big and somewhat noticeable, step in front of the stall, a light knock on the door. I don’t say a word, and then a piece of paper drops to the floor, and the feet walk away and I hear the door open and close. I reach down and pick up the paper. I open it up and read it. “If you like what you see, you'll like what you feel." There's no name on the piece of paper but I get a weird feeling it was Tony. My heart starts to thump harder and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I finish my business and head back to my desk. Holding on to the note, I sit back down at my desk and go back to work. Over the next few hours I have an almost uncontrollable urge to continually turn around and look in his direction, but I restrain myself. On my last break of the day, nearly 5 hours later, I walk into the break room and see Tony at the Coke machine. He makes no acknowledgement, and neither do I. I sit down on a couch in a corner near the pay phone. Tony walks over to the phone, only about 3 feet from me, picks up the receiver, places his hand over the coin slot and then pushes a few buttons. He looks in my direction, and then looks back at the phone. He pauses a moment, clears his throat, and says into the phone, "Hey guy, what’s up? Yeah, I'm still at work. I was wondering what you are doing tonight?" At this point he is leaning against the phone, and facing my direction, though looking at the ground between us. "Well, I was thinking that maybe we could hang out tonight. I don’t know, grab a few beers or something." I watch him as he talks and notice he looks up at me, "Well, it’s been awhile since I got off and I could use someone, if you know what I mean." He looks back at his feet but his hand is now repositioning his crotch. Is he really saying this to someone in front of me? "Well, I'm working some overtime, so I can be off tomorrow, so maybe you can meet me in the parking lot about 9 or so?" He hangs up the phone, looks up at me and says, "See you later," and walks away. By now, my cock is hard and my heart is about to bust out of my chest. He asked me out, or something, I think. I head back to my desk for my last hour and a half, trying to put together what just happened. I don't know what to do next; I mean I know what I want to do, but at the same time, is it what I should do? I work the rest of my shift, which feels like the slowest hour and half of my life. As I leave my desk, I hear from behind me, a manly, brawny voice say, "Have fun tonight." I rush home, wondering how I can pass the next two hours. I get some food but can't eat it all. I decide to shower and clean up, new shirt, shorts, cologne and even some mouthwash. I stand in front of the mirror and it hits me; the guy I have watched and fantasized about for months, is about to meet me in the parking lot for God knows what. Man, I hope it’s what I think it is. I grab a bottle of lube, a condom and head back to the office. I get there a bit early. At 9, I see several people come out of the building, get in their cars and drive off. Then Tony walks out, alone. He walks over to his truck and gets in. He sits there for a sec, but then gets out, opens the tailgate and sits down. I decide this is my moment. I start the motor and drive over. I pull up behind his car, with the window down. He sees me, and stands up. "You mind if I drive?" I can barely speak. "Um, sure." I park my car and walk over to his truck; he is already in it and has the motor running. I get in and close the door. As we start to drive away, there is an unbelievable silence. For about 5 minutes, neither of us says anything. "So, um, Ben, right?" he asks. "Yeah. Tony?" "Yup. So, um...what kind of beer you like? Is Bud cool?" "Oh yeah, that's cool." We drive a little bit more; there's a bit of small talk, nothing too groundbreaking. After stopping by a gas station, picking up some beer and chips, we drive out to the lake. "Here's where the ride starts to get bumpy." He pops a curb and we follow a dirt road a ways, ‘til it levels out and we are overlooking a small ravine. "It’s not much, but it's my favorite place," he says as he backs the truck up and turns off the motor. We get out, walk around the back of the truck and survey the view. I sit down on the tailgate. He stands off to the side, and just gazes out at the lights. He lights a cigarette. "How long have you ... um, you know." "About 10 or 11 years." "How old are you?" "27,” I answer, “You?" "25." He puts out his cigarette and just stands there. Then I see his figure walk back towards the truck. "Damn it’s dark out here. Hold on." He walks to the front of the truck and turns on the cab light. It doesn’t light up the area too much but at least you can see if there is someone in front of you. He walks back over in font of me and stands there for a second. I look up at him; we stare at each other. Then I look down to see him rubbing his crotch. I reach out, and he takes my hand and places it on his bulge. I rub it. Feeling his cock beneath the jeans, about to burst out. I reach up, unfasten his belt, and unbutton his jeans. I pull them back and push them down. His boxers are straining to contain his bulge. I slowly run my hand along his cock, feeling the head and then grabbing the balls and rubbing them. He steps forward and I lean forward, burying my face in his crotch. I smell his manliness and my mouth waters for what lies beneath the cotton. I run my hand up his chest beneath his shirt and feel his warmth and nearly sweaty chest. With my other hand, I pull back the elastic band and see his pubic hair, and his cock. I pull down his boxers, and his cock flops out at me. At least nine inches in length and two inches thick. His cut cock stands there in the air and I can hear it screaming for attention. I only take a moment to gaze at it and then I take it to my lips. Kissing the head and running my tongue down the shaft. I slide my tongue up the shaft again and slide it in my mouth. It’s warm and hard; I feel his hands on the back of my head. "Fuck yeah," he moans. I slowly take his cock in and out of my mouth, each time taking a bit more and more. After a few minutes, my throat relaxes and I can almost wrap my mouth and tongue around his luscious cut of meat. As I suck on his cock, he takes his shirt off. I lean my head on the side, and look up at him; his chest is brawny and smooth; his nipples perky and his face wet with sweat. It wasn’t that warm of a night, but this boy really wanted some action. I get a good suction going on him, and as horny as he was he never pushed too far into my mouth. After getting his cock pretty wet, I pulled back and helped him jerk it some. He stopped for a sec and as he leaned against the truck, he peeled off his pants, standing in front of me, naked as a Roman God. I reached to adjust myself, and he grabbed my arm and stood me up. He leaned in to me and kissed me, and pulled up on my shirt. Pulling away from me as my shirt reached my face. He took it off and threw it to the side. We started kissing again, and his hands proceeded to remove my shorts. I remember the feel of his hand on my cock. It sent shivers through my body. After peeling off my shorts, I laid back, and watched him run his tongue from my neck across my chest, nibbling on each nipple, across my stomach and to my cock, now as erect as his own meat but not half as impressive. He bobbed up and down on my cock, lifting my legs up and resting them on his broad shoulders. He pulled back from my cock for a moment as he lifted me up and proceeded to run his tongue past my balls and down my crack, licking me right down the middle. Soon I was curled backwards in the bed of his truck, my feet literally in the air and his face buried in my ass. I pushed him away for only a moment so I could roll over. I crouched over with my ass in the air. He buried his tongue in my ass, riveting nerves from my toes to my ears. He stood me up and pulled himself up against me, kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck. He reached around and grabbed my cock, gently rubbing me. His body was hot and sweaty. I could smell him and he smelled so good. The testosterone was oozing from every pore. I turned myself around and pushed him down, lying on his back, propped up on his arms. I sat up and caught my breath. His naked body glistened in the dim light, his chest heaving from his rapid breathing, his hand rubbing his chest and torso. He jerked at his own cock for a few minutes, until I took over…with my mouth. Sliding his hard cock between my wet lips, I sucked hard on his cock, making sure he could feel it. I wanted to suck all the life out of his body. He spread his legs wide, and soon had them propped up on each side of the truck. He laid back, with his arms above his head and his hands over his eyes, moaning, "Suck my cock. . . lick me good . . . " I followed his wishes, making sure not to miss one square inch on his body. I ran my tongue around the base of his cock and down. He knew where I was going and I knew what he wanted. He lifted up his ass on his own. I licked the sweat from his crack, spreading his cheeks and rimming his hole. At this point every animalistic feeling in my body was in control and I just wanted more and more of him. I fingered his ass some, making it more and more wet with my saliva and my tongue. "That's it, get it good and wet... you'll need it." Oh yeah; I knew that hint! And once again, I followed his orders. I pulled back from him for a breather. I looked up at him, grinning. "Fucking a. you really make a guy want a lot." "I try my best." "Well let's see how you work this." He reaches from behind his head and tosses me a condom and a small tube of lube. "Yes, sir." I slid on the condom and lubed up. He turned around, crouching on his knees. I reached up and lubed his hole. "god dammit, fuck me! Fuck my ass now!" he bellowed at me. And so I did. I pulled up to him, and started to slide in slowly; he reached around and pushed me in. I pushed and just slid right into him. He moaned aloud, almost yelling. I could tell he wasn’t ready but his wants overtook him. I held there for a few minutes, letting him relax. Once he relaxed I set into fucking this man so good. I pumped his ass, at times shaking the truck back and forth. I ran my hands over his chest. He leaned back into me and I kissed, bit and licked his neck. He was jerking his cock, wet with sweat. We both were climbing that mountain of ecstasy at the same rate. "No matter what, just fuck me... keep fucking me." I could feel it building inside of me, I would pull back and slow down just as I would almost climax. "You ready?" I asked. "Fuck me!" he groaned. And with that order, I banged into him a few times and then felt everything inside of me explode as I unleashed my load inside of him. He felt me explode and that threw him over the edge as well, shooting a load into the darkness off the end of the truck. "Aaaaauuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhh!!" he groaned. I fell out of him and was lying on my back. He fell onto his side. We lay there next to each other for a few minutes, catching our breath. He leaned over and kissed me, softly, whispering to me, "Thanks. That's just what I wanted."