Gay Erotic Stories

My job has a big title, but I am nothing more than an accident investigator for an insurance company in D.C. When the company suspects a fraudulent claim has been filed, I get sent to investigate. I am a 27-year-old, average white male with an athletic build and an attractive "baby face." My job requires me to be very business-like, and I have to dress professionally. Okay: I am a suit. Last month, I was sent to the northwestern part of Virginia to investigate a claim, which had been reported by the victim of a car incident but that our client had not reported. I approved the teenager's claim for repairing the minor damage to his Accord, and left to return to the office. While driving on the highway, I became aroused. I had hung up my olive double-breasted suit jacket behind me, remaining attired in my matching trousers, white dress shirt, and blue and yellow striped tie. At this point, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly. I began stroking myself with my dick in my trousers, and just pulled it completely out after a while. Moving a little faster than the barely present traffic, I started to pass a white commercial van. I could tell it was a work van by the company logo on the side. Ahead, the reduced speed limit regulatory sign of 55 mph was posted on both the usual right side and on the left on the divider with Virginia's finest (State trooper) running radar. I tapped the brakes to cancel cruise control and was running alongside of the van. I tried to remain calm knowing the statie couldn't see into my car and I'd be able to get dressed before getting pulled. Passing him, I look at the rear view and don't see him pull out and there are no blue lights. Relieved, I focus on the road only to realize I am driving alongside a van with my semi-hard dick sticking out of my trousers. I speed up to get away from the van, and it remains behind me for the next half hour when I pull into a rest stop, parking in one of the first spaces. I re-dress myself and grab a legal pad to jot down a few quick thoughts. As I look up, I notice a white work van pull in two spaces to my left. I get out of the car, put on my jacket and button it before heading to the restroom. As I walk towards the restroom, I notice the driver of the van just sitting there with the windows down. He is a very attractive white guy. Continuing to walk, I did take notice his work shirt was undone but I am not able to scope his chest. Opening the door to the restroom, I glance at the van and notice he is looking in my direction. I head towards the end of the bathroom, and choose the second to last stall. I hang up my jacket, lower my pants and sit on the toilet; as I am wasting time, I figure the reason his shirt was open was because the van did not have a/c, or it did not work. I take care of my business, wash my hands, and head back to my car. Upon exiting the restroom, I notice the van is still parked with the driver still in it. As I head towards the car and the van parked before it, I take notice of the attractive young man's left arm slowly moving back and forth as he watches me. As I pass his van, I noticeably check out his impressive pecs, which are clearly visible. I get to my car and am aroused. I get my map book from the trunk and needlessly look at it, and unzip my trousers and unbuckle my belt beneath my jacket. I figure this can possibly buy me a ticket to check out what is going on, and possibly talk to him while pretending to ask for directions -- if I work up the nerve. The rest stop has a large state map posted on the grounds, so I fold up my map and head towards it. I walk across the two spaces so that I can get close to the van and get a look in. This hot guy's shirt is completely unbuttoned, he is stroking himself, and I don't even see his pants. I am really excited and hoping something will happen with this stud. The maps are posted on a 2-sided kiosk that is similar to a movable chalkboard, with an open space in the middle at waist level. I look at the map facing away from him, and then head around to the other side. At this time, I scope the lot to see if anyone is around. Nope. I unbutton my jacket, and put my hand into my pants pocket to spread the jacket open, showing my unzipped and unbuckled pants and noticeable erection. I decide now is the time for a close up, and look at the other map again. I feel myself being watched. I look up towards him, and start heading towards him. He shuffles around and stops when I get to his window. I said something like hey how are you doing or something, and then asked him if he could help me with some directions. He said sure and I gave him my map book. I lean against the window frame, and look down to see a metal clipboard file covering his lap with his hips exposed. As he is point around on the map, I notice his pants are completely off and lying in the floorboard and he is wearing a pair of Timberlands. His right hand reaches up to his chest, and then he briefly rubs the top of his abs and touches his nipple. I step back while putting my hand in my pocket, and he resumes pointing and directing, while I am stroking myself. He says he is heading that way and that I can follow him to the exit and that he'll get off the exit then go straight through the intersection and get back on the highway. I tell him I need to use the restroom again and thank him. Surprisingly, he says he'll wait until I am done as he casually removes the clipboard file from his lap and places it on the passenger seat. I look down into his lap to see his shaved crotch and (I think) soft cock (which was at least 6-7"), and he never takes his eyes off of me. I wait in the same stall hoping he might dress and come in for some fun, and end up taking off my underwear. My dick was fully hard after slapping it around waiting, and the only thing keeping my pants up were my suspenders since my belt was undone, and my pants open with the zipper only 1/2 way zipped and jacket still unbuttoned. I come out and head towards his van and my car, and as I am about to walk in front of him, he calls to me that he still has my map. I walk up to the window and notice he is erect and stroking himself as he hands me the map with his left hand. He starts repeating the directions and looks down at the outline of my dick and stares for a long moment as he talks. I put my hand in my trousers and slowly stroke myself a few times. He is unfazed. I am too nervous to have courage. He starts the van, and as I start heading away he informs me that I have a spot on my pants; I realize it is pre-cum. I follow him for 15-20 minutes, and we exit the highway. Then he crosses over the road and gets back on the highway. I am disappointed. I turn onto the road, close my jacket, and drive around for about 10 minutes, then get back on the highway. For some reason, I decide to stop at the next rest stop. In one of the first spaces, there is the work van. I pass it, and park 4-5 spaces away. I pretend to get something down as I see him moving around in the van. After a few minutes, he gets out and starts heading to the restroom, requiring him to walk in front of my car. He is wearing navy blue pants and beige boots, and only 2 of the buttons on his shirt are buttoned. As he opens the door to the bathroom, he reaches for his crotch and goes in. A woman comes out of the women's room, and goes to her car, leaving only 2 other cars in the lot. I get out of the car and head to the bathroom. I go in and see his boots in the last stall and his pants lying next to them. I pull my semi-erect dick out as I head towards the stall next to him. As I go to enter the stall, I see the door to his stall is not flush with the divider post, meaning his stall door was not closed all the way and was unlocked. I open the door by pulling it with my hand on the top ledge (it is handicapped and opens outward), and start to walk in. His shirt is open, and he is slightly leaning back as he is slowly stroking himself. I act surprised as my dick pops out of my pants and rises to attention. I am about to join him when I hear the door open. I apologize and close his door as a good-looking guy comes in and heads towards me to use the urinals. I go into the stall next to him, hang my jacket and lower my pants and sit. Silence. The guy at the urinal is not peeing. I start looking through the cracks trying to see him but can't; he is at the urinal directly across from my stall. A few minutes go by and no sounds from anyone. I look again, and notice the guy looking to his left, apparently trying to look in the next stall. A minute or so goes by with the guy trying to catch a glimpse and then he flushes. He casually walks up to the stall and looks in on both of us. As he washes his hands, the stud starts tapping his foot. The guy finally leaves, and I get down on my knees. I see him get up, and move around so he can get on his knees and get sucked under the stall. His giant cock comes under and I put it in my mouth. He was at least 9 inches of cut shaved cock. The door opens, and we regain our composure as "supposedly" crapping men. The other guy comes in again. This happens over 4 times, and then he tells me we need to go somewhere else, and to follow him. He beats me dressing, and leaves. I dress completely and leave. The guy is entering the bathroom right as I leave. He is standing at the vending machines, and starts unbuttoning his shirt as he heads towards the back of the building. I head in that direction, and find him taking his pants off. I get down on my knees and start sucking his giant cock. I undo my top button and loosen my tie, and then he grabs it and pulls me up. He pushes me against the wall and undoes my pants and shirt, then drops to suck me off for a while. I am sucking him again, and he starts moaning as he is near to cumming. He unloads a massive load, which seemed like a gallon, covering my shirt, chest and tie. A few minutes go by and then he gets down on his knees and sucks me off. As we are getting dressed, he asks me where my suit jacket is. I remember I left it in the bathroom. There seem to be more cars in the lot as I head to the restroom and as he heads for his van. I walk in, and hear moaning. The last stall door is open, and I hear scrambling. I am walking quickly, worried about my jacket, when an attractive teen scrambles out of the stall with his jeans undone and dick hanging out, and runs to the first urinal he can get to. I see the familiar guy who was cruising here completely undressed as he gets up, and turns to close the stall door. I retrieve my jacket and leave, only to find the electrician still parked. I assumed he would leave. I started to nod and pass his van, and he called to me. I went up to the window, and once again his shirt is open and he doesn't have pants on. He drops his arm out the window, and starts to unzip my pants and proceeds to stroke me off as we chat. He gave me his # so we could hook up again, and told me I had a spot on my tie.