Gay Erotic Stories

I was eighteen, and I thought I knew it all. I had rowed with my folks over nothing and decided to leave home. I packed a bag, looked in the mirror and decided to use what God had given me. I was handsome and I was built. I was dressed in short Levis cut-offs which showed off as much muscled tanned thigh as I thought vaguely decent, and a tight white tank top which did the same job for my pecs and arms. I stood on the side of the road and stuck my thumb out. After a few cars had gone passed with mom and dad in the front and kids in the back, a truck pulled up and waited a few yards along the road, as I picked up my bag and ran towards it. The driver was in his thirties, tanned and shirtless. Black wavy hair fell to his shoulders and framed a fine handsomely chiseled face. He didn't say anything at first, just let his eyes wander over my body with obvious interest. He told me to hop into the cab, and away we went. We were travelling through some heavily wooded country, when he asked me if I could guess what load he was carrying. I resisted the temptation to say something referring to the basket of goodies I could see between his legs and tried some more conventional thoughts. After several attempts and with no success, he suggested that he pull over so that he could show me. At the next rest area he did just that, and asked me to follow him to the back of the truck. As the rear door eased up I could just make out some large cartons stacked on either side, but I still had no clue about the contents. He jumped up on the tailgate and offered me a hand with which he pulled me up to join him. As we walked into the cavernous interior, the door slid shut behind us and we were plunged into darkness. He flicked a switch and the lights came on. "This is what I'm carrying, nice stuff eh ?" He was holding out a particularly small pair of underpants. "I have plenty of styles and all of the sizes--want to try on a pair ?" He looked me straight in the eye and dared me to say no. "Sure, why not. Do I get to keep the ones I like?" "Of course, why don't you skinny out of those cut-offs and I'll find you some good stuff " I stripped. "Turn around so I can check your size" he said. I turned around slowly. "What do you think ?" I asked him. "Mmm, very very nice" he replied. "Here let me help you with these." He knelt down and placed first my right foot and then my left into a pair of white briefs and eased them up my legs. I looked straight ahead, my arms hanging loosely by my sides, I could feel his hot breath and then the tight feeling of the briefs as he pulled them over my balls and cock. The cotton barely covered me as my cock began to stiffen. "Hmm, I think we need a bigger size " he smirked. He caught hold of the waistband and pulled the briefs down to the floor. "Try these." He repeated the procedure, this time with a backless posing pouch. "I'm gonna have trouble fitting you in these" he said, "Do you mind if I adjust you a little?" I told him to be my guest, as he took hold of my cock which was now hard as a rock and bent it into the tight pouch. He reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart and snapped the string between them. "This isn't gonna work with a hard on. Mind if I help you lose it?" He pulled the fabric of the pouch to one side and took my cock into his mouth and sucked hard. His rough callused hands took hold of my ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of my buttocks. One finger went exploring and found it's way into my ass, pushing deep inside. He released me, stood up and drew his belt from his jeans. He pulled my hands behind my head, bound them with the black leather strap and slipped the buckle over a hook which seemed made for the job. I was stretched nearly to breaking point. The muscles of my arms and back began to ache as he examined me. A finger tracing a line down between my pecs to flick my cock as it passed on to further explore my butt hole. He unbuttoned his jeans and allowed them to drop to the floor. His massive cock was fully to attention as he pulled the loose skin back and forward over the shiny head which glistened in the harsh overhead light. He walked behind me and I heard him spit onto his cock. Strong hands pulled my ass cheeks apart to expose my virgin cherry. I wanted to scream out as he forced his way into me, but I could only gasp, as I began to enjoy the skillful rhythm with which he played me. As he came, I could feel the burning spunk shoot up inside me. I nearly fainted from pain and pleasure. He pulled his cock from my butt hole and stood in front of me. He grabbed my cock and jerked me to a climax which he collected in the pouch of the briefs I was still nearly wearing and pulled them back over my shrinking cock. He untied the belt and let me drop to the floor. I looked up to see that he had opened the door and, still naked, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and leapt off the tail gate. He lay me in a shivering heap on the grass and stood watching me as he pulled his jeans and boots on. "I hope that taught you some kind of a lesson boy. Never hitch hike dressed like that again or the next time it might be someone who'll treat you rough!" He climbed up in his cab and drove off leaving me naked, but for a posing pouch soaked in my own jism. And with a cock that was quietly stirring again at the memory of what he had done to me!