Gay Erotic Stories

VACATION PLUMBER Part II Explorer I was already getting used to the routine after a whole week living with Anton. I would wake up with him blowing me; after I cum in his mouth, I would get up to prepare breakfast for both of us, while he takes his shower. He'd take a quick bite, give me a deep kiss, and leave for work. Practically the whole day, I would spend in the terrace, sun bathing, watching the people on the beach or by the pool just below, reading a novel, while I wait for him to come back, not being able to take him off my mind at any moment of the day. His return is a whole ritual in itself: as soon as I close the front door behind him, he would give me his usual French kiss, give my dick a quick squeeze, get naked as he goes to the bathroom for his shower as I pick up his clothes behind him and dump them into the washer. We would fuck in the bathroom, in the bedroom, on the kitchen sink, on the dining table, in the living room, all over the apartment wherever we felt like it that day, before we would go out for dinner, to a bar or disco and end up in the apartment fucking all night, and then sleep with our bodies entangled. I was enjoying the most of it since in a couple of days, Anton will be leaving to visit is parents for a week or so and go back to the university where he has another summer job waiting for him. This made me a bit sad, although we agreed that he would be visit me over the weekends during the school year, since his school is just a couple of hours drive from where I live. I was a jumble of mixed feelings those few days. I have always avoided stable relationships. I don't know, I guess I was afraid of them. The longest partner I ever had was six months, and that was with the son of my adoptive parents in Sweden while I was there on an exchange program. But what I felt then was that it was just to have a release during my stay in the foreign country. What I feel for Anton is different. We laugh together a lot, I love the way he handles me, we share everything. Sure, the sex is really tops, but the chemistry between us was just different. I don't know if he feels the same about me. I have told him I love him several times, but he just smiles, or says "Yeah, I know, loverboy…" I was thinking of proposing to him, but I was afraid he was just with me for the sex and stuff, and just leave me if I did. Anyway, one day, before we went out for dinner, he got me to kneel beside the bed and started fucking my lovehole. The mobile phone on the night table kept on ringing the whole time and I just had to answer it. "Tim?" I heard the voice over the phone. It was Bjorn, my German friend I was expecting. He had bad news: he would not be coming because he and his girlfriend agreed they would go to Asia this summer, either to the Philippines or to Bali. "So sorry dude for the change of plans" he said. "Don't worry, I'm pretty well occupied here" I said. "I know. I could hear it." he said, not being able to contain his laughter. It was then I realized that he could hear Anton moaning and saying, "oh, shit! oh, shit! I'm cummin, I'm cummin…" I told Anton to hush up, and I could hear Bjorn laughing through the mobile. "Who is it with you, eh?" Bjorn asked me teasingly. "Some hunky guy, eh?" "Yep, some hunky, horny guy who just can't keep his dick inside his pants too long" I said. "Who is it?" Anton asked in between his ooohhhs and aaahhhs. "Shhh!" I told him. Bjorn just can't help laughing over the phone. He said he had to go but promised to meet up with me when we get back after vacation, and I told him that he would probably meet this hunk behind me by then. Then all of sudden he shouted, "Here I cummmmmmm!" and he spilt his man juice inside me. But before could I hung up, Anton, without warning, rapidly pulled his still spilling dick out of my man cunt, which made my whole body shiver and give out a cry. I heard Bjorn giggle as the line went dead. I felt as if my whole intestines were being pulled out of me. Anton caught his remaining cum in his hands and used it to jack me off as he rested on my back. When he finally caught his breath, he turned me around, sat me at the side of the bed and had my whole 8 inch meat inside his mouth. After a while of bobbing is head up and down, he started to suck the sensitive head of my dick as he used his hand to massage my shaft wet with his cum and his saliva. I was ecstatic! I soon could not hold it any longer and I shoot load after load after load of hot man juice into his mouth, which he greedily slurped. On our last night together, I promised to cook Chinese food which Anton loves. The idea was to have more time together for our fuck sessions before he left for his parents place. I had everything ready by the time he arrived after work: chopsticks, herbal tea, dumplings, noodles, the works! I even bought a pair of Chinese silk robes for both of us to wear during dinner. It was going to be a special night. He said he liked the idea as I showed him the robes but said he still preferred the usual SOP: stark naked while we were alone in the apartment. Anyway, I convinced him that it has to be special tonight, so we both got into the robes and started dinner. All throughout dinner, we chatted although I did not feel much like it. After getting used to Anton's presence, I was already feeling the loneliness of the coming days, even though I know that night was going to be a wild fucking party just for the two of us. After dinner, we were both so full, we just slouched on the dining chairs, holding hands, looking at each other. All of a sudden, he went underneath the table and started to suck my dick! "What are you doing?!" I asked. "Getting my dessert!" he said smiling at me. "But I prepared dessert!" I said to which he replied "I prefer your man juice. Besides, I hate sweetened beans!" he said with his naughty grin. So I just let him to it, drawing the chair out a bit so that his bobbing head would not hit the table. After he finally got his dessert, we fixed up and then he said he had to go to the bathroom. I got two glasses and the champaign and went to the terrace. I was really feeling sad and nostalgic and remembering the past days I had spent with this gorgeous horny hunk. I did not even notice the lights in the living room turn off. I was a bit startled when Anton hugged me from behind and started to nibble at my ears and neck, massaging my shoulders. "You've been very pensive all evening." he said. "A-huh", was all I could say. Then I felt his arm around my waist as he put his hand inside my robe and started to rub my tool. "Hey! Not here…" I said. "Relax, nobody can see us." I relaxed a bit and I felt his swollen cock rubbing my ass. I was enjoying his ministrations when I felt him lift my robe from behind and started putting lube on my lovehole. He obviously had it all thought out! My body, as if having a mind of its own, moved to accommodate his movements. After sticking three fingers into my lovehole to prepare for the real thing, I felt his cockhead penetrate me and I gave out an impish cry. After so many nights having him inside me, I still am not very used to his huge 8 inch man meat. He stopped for awhile as I got used to him and he started his rhythmic movements, his hands on my hips as I leaned my elbows on the terrace grill. In and out he came. I could feel his huge cockhead reach the opening of my lovehole and then rush inside me until I feel his pubes tickle my butt, and out it goes again. We were both heaving and sighing as the warm summer wind blew on our faces. He grabbed my shoulders and started moving faster and faster until he shot all his loads of cum inside me. I felt some of his goo rushing out of my hole, and dripping down my legs as he continued pumping my lovehole. Gosh, how I love this guy! As he pulled out his limp cock from my behind which licked clean. He turned me around, held my hand and kissed me tenderly. He led me to the terrace bench where I usually sunbathe, he laid down and lifted his legs, showing me his lovehole. I licked the rest of the fluid from his cock and started working on his mancunt. After the preliminaries, it was my turn to fuck him. I massaged his hairy legs on my shoulders as I mounted him. As my dickhead passed the tight opening, I saw him wince, but not a sound came out of him. He was taking it as a real man. Gosh it felt so good being inside him! As soon as he got used to me inside him, I started to pump in until I got 3-4 inches in. I then grabbed the base of my cock, and started moving my pelvis in a circular motion. He then started to moan. With his eyes closed, his upper body reacting to my motions, he reached out to my shoulders and started kneading it. He was definitely enjoying it. I then wrapped his legs around my waist and I felt his heel between my firm butt. I leaned down and kissed him and he moved his fingers ever so lightly up and down my spine sending shock waves all throughout my body. We went on the rhythm of my fucking, his heels pulling me deeper and deeper into him. I could feel his lovehole tighten and loosen around my very hard dick everytime I drive in and out of him. His chest hairs rubbing against my chest, I could feel he was hard again, his huge meat between our abs, his balls rubbing against my pubes. Then, I came inside him! Shot after shot after shot of my jism spread inside him as I gave him a deep kiss to muffle my shouts. This in turn made him cum again in between our chests, I felt the gush of his warm fluid as his body shook and his lips tighten around my tongue. God, it was so sensual doing it on the terrace. We rested awhile on the terrace in our sweaty robes, my limp dick still inside him, kissing and hugging each other. Then we went inside the bedroom and continued all night with our fuck sessions and slept, our bodies entangled like wild vines. The next morning, I awoke not finding him beside me. I noticed a red rose and a note on the side table saying, simply, "See you in three weeks. Love, Anton." How sweet, I thought. I got out of bed not knowing what was in store for me for the rest of my vacation, without Anton. …to be continued…