Gay Erotic Stories

I was in the middle of a cross-country road trip, starting in New York and finishing in Seattle. I was somewhere in the middle of Iowa, when my car started to slow. "Shit!" I said, and as I pulled over to the side of the road, the engine died completely. I put on the parking brake, and stepped out of the car. I was wearing green jogging shorts with no underwear and a white T-shirt. I popped the hood, and pulled it up, exposing the engine. The gas gauge was broken, reading a quarter tank when it was empty. I had used my emergency supply in Pennsylvania, and had forgotten to fill it up again the last service station. I slammed the hood shut, and locked the car. I started to jog towards a service station I saw a couple miles back. I am 5'10", 180 lbs, and in good shape, having run track in college, and reached the gas station in 25 minutes or so. I walked in the convenience store, and no one was behind the counter. I looked through the door connecting the convenience store to the auto garage, and I saw the attendant. He was sitting on a tool cabinet with one leg hanging hanging off, and his work scrubs unzipped, revealing a hairy well-built muscular chest and a thick fat cock with a set of low-hanging hairy balls--revealing a little of his beefy upper thighs. He was jacking off and beating his cock hard, and fast. He was close to climax when I accidentally stepped on a metal pipe and knocked it straight toward him. He froze for a second, and then opened his eyes. He looked around, saw me, and immediately stuffed his fat cock and balls into his scrubs. As he zipped them up, I could see the outline of his member in his tight work clothes. He jumped off the tool chest and walked toward me. The name on the scrubs read 'Michael'. I said "Uhh, sorry, my car ran out of gas about 2 miles up the road, can I fill this up and pay for it?" "Uhh, sure, here." he said, jogging up to the cash register. As he jogged by, I stared at his ass in those tight scrubs. I paid for the gas, and as I started for the door, he yelled "Hey!" "Yeah?" "Want me to walk back with you? Y'know, keep you company?" "Sure!" I readily agreed. We walked back to my car, and I could still see the outline of Michael's hard fat cock in his shorts. I commented on it, saying maybe he should take care of business or he'd rip his work suit, and he said, "Really? You wouldn't get pissed or anything?" "No! Of course not!" "Thanks man, you're a pal." Michael said. We walked into the woods bordering the highway, and he unzipped his scrubs. His fat thick cut cock sprang out, laying flat against his stomach. I could see his hairy chest rise and fall with each breath, the well-built pecs and hard nipples heaving. His thick bush of pubic hair was so hot, I started to get hard. I asked him if he had ever measured himself, and he replied (between thrusts) "11x7 inches." "Damn! You are the thickest guy I have ever seen! How do you hide it when you see a hot girl walk by?" "I don't have to. Girls aren't my thing. Guys are." "Oh." I said, containing my enthusiasm. YES!!! This incredibly hot hairy guy in front of me right now with just about the thickest cock I've ever seen is gay! He climaxed, shooting a tree with spurt after spurt of white-hot cum. "Oh, thanks man, you're awesome, I needed to get off." "No problem." I said, speaking the truth. We continued walking to my car, and I could see he was hard again about 10 minutes later. I didn't say anything, but I started to grow in my shorts. By the time we reached my car, I had a full-fledged hard-on, and I was tenting my shorts painfully. It's hard to hide an 8" cock when it's hard, and Michael obviously knew I was turned on. I undid the gas cap, and I put the spout in the opening to the tank, emptying it's load. Michael moaned, softly, but not softly enough. I took out the can, and offered to give him a ride back to the service station. He accepted, and we got in the car. I started the engine, and shifted into 1st. I made a U-turn, and we were on our way back to the station. He reached down to rub his cock that was snaking down his pants leg, and he said, "Brad, are you gay?" "Yes, why?" "I am really turned on by you. You have a great body, a chiseled face, and from the looks of it, an awesome piece of meat between your legs." "Thanks dude, but on the last part, you've got me beat. You're huge man!" "Hey, why don't we measure against each other? Pull over, and we can measure." I steered the car over, and I turned off the engine. He unzipped his scrubs and pulled out his thick cock. I pulled my shorts up and my cock came out my sorts leg. I lowered them to my knees, and jacked until I got to my full length. He reached over an pulled me dick next to his. I started to say, "You're bigger man," but he stopped me with a French kiss. Our tongues intertwined, and as I sucked on his tongue, I took off my shirt and his work suit. We moved into the back seat and I licked my way slowly down his chest, sucking on each tit and his navel. I sucked on his hairy balls, then engulfed his cock as much as I could. As he fucked my face, I tried to get more and more in with each thrust. He said, "Look out man, I'm GONNA COME!!! UHH!!!" And he came in my mouth, spurt after spurt. I swallowed it all, and kissed him so he could taste his own cum. I pulled my legs up to my chin exposing my hole. I licked my index finger and I slowly inserted it into myself while saying "Fuck me Michael, fuck me harder than you have anyone." He slicked up his cock with saliva, and slowly inserted it into me. I bucked and begged him to push harder. He slammed himself all the way in and I screamed in ecstasy. He rode me for a while and the slammed in deep and came. We fell asleep, exhausted, me still impaled on his fuck-pole. We now live together in Manhattan, in an apartment on 47th street. Come by and visit us sometime. You may get more than you expect.