Gay Erotic Stories

It had been at least thirty miles since the last major town; I was in the middle of nowhere. The gas in my tank was three quarters full, so there was no worry there. But, I was fizzling. I couldn't bear to see another sign post indicating that I'd done a mile. I was ready to stop and kick back for the rest of the evening. I was somewhere in Wyoming and there wasn't much around me except for a beat up motel. It would do. Hell, I was so wasted; all I needed was a bed anyway. The guy behind the counter was shaggy looking and a little strange, but I didn't care. "Sixty bucks and change," he said with a weary look in his eye. He didn't seem to like me much either. I reached into my pocket and shoved three twenties and a five back at him and then grabbed the keys. "Check out's at ten," he shouted out as I scrambled out the door. I planned to be gone by the crack of dawn. My room was not any better looking than the main office. It was old, smelly and a little creepy. Still, all I needed was that bed and pillow. When I reached for the door to close it, I saw a guy hanging out by the vending machine. He was staring at me and when I caught him, he turned away. When I looked a little closer, I noticed how hot he was. I was tired as hell, sure... But, I wasn't tired enough to just close the door and ignore that stunning face. I couldn't help but stare back. He smiled and then continued to drown that Coke of his down his sexy throat. Fuck, he got me horny. All that driving and no time to jerk off... I was aching to blow a load. I looked him over again and wondered if he was looking for some action. I had a hunch that he was. Heck, I was in a small town, far away from home... What did I have to lose? I shut the door to my room and went over to him, all the while, thoughts of sex running rampant in my head. My excuse was to get a can of Coke for myself but we both knew why I was going over. "Where are you from?" I asked. He set his can down onto the rotting picnic table next to us and said in a thick man boy accent. "South Dakota... Heading up to Montana tomorrow." He eyed me up and down with obvious interest, which got me hot and bothered almost immediately. "You?" "Minneapolis," I said, as I thought about how much I wanted to bone his ass. He reminded me of a country boy, young and fresh, and muscled – the kind that only manual labour could make. He was boyishly handsome and there was a curious look hidden within those eyes of his, which got me worked up even more. "You alone?" "Yep." "How old are you?" I wasn't sure if he was eighteen or twenty five. He had that man boy thing going on. "Nineteen," he said evenly. I took a swig of Coke down my throat as I contemplated my next move. Nineteen... I could deal with the ten years between us. I was fucking horny and he was into it, I could tell. I set my can down next to his. "My room's right there." "Right on," he quickly said and then started to walk ahead of me towards my door. *** Behind closed doors, the country boy suddenly became more expressive. "I like it when men do stuff to me," he admitted and then fell onto the bed so that he could perch his ass up in the air for me. "Holy shit," I whispered to myself as I got an eyeful of his ass cheeks, once he started to pull down his jeans. He had a man butt, the kind football players had, and it was smooth. It was all happening so fast. I couldn't bear to stare at his butt for even another moment. I had to taste him, once and for all. I jumped down and planted my face smack dab into his crack, heading straight for his hole as quickly as I could find it. I grabbed his hips and held on tight, sticking my tongue deep into his bum, making sure to eat up every part of his edible butt. He tasted good. Real fucking good. His butt was just what I needed. "Yeah," he moaned. "Eat my fucking boy ass." This guy was like a wet dream come true. He was straight as an arrow, yet he was totally into gay sex. I spanked him and then pushed him down further onto the bed. "Yeah, you like getting that bum of yours eaten?" "Fuck yeah." "How about I stick my dick up in there?" "Yeah... Do it," he said. It almost sounded like he was begging. Once I was wrapped and lubed, I stuck it to him hard and fast, doggie style. He moaned and bounced around, happily taking my big cock deep inside his bum. The straight country boy had quickly become my submissive fuck toy and I loved every minute of it. I kept on nailing him hard, keeping my cock deep inside and grinding my waist into his cheeks. It seemed like that's the only way he wanted it. We must have fucked like that for a half hour. After we both came, he quickly got dressed, gave me a nod and wave and then slipped out of my room. I still didn't know his name. When I left the next morning, I didn't see him anywhere and all I could think about was that ass of his and how he let me fuck him. I would have done him again that morning. It was the best sex I'd had in a long time.