Gay Erotic Stories

“Been waiting long?” he asked.

“I’m hoping the wait is over.” I replied as I checked out his blue jean and leather vest clad, six foot standing.

“Trust me, the wait is over.” He told me as he lazed a finger over my black moustache. I quickly took the finger into my mouth and began to suck on it and snickered at his jolt of a reaction. Once I bit down on it a little, it was by my teeth that he led me up the hill and into the cornfield.

Once in a few feet, I was really amazed. There was enough corn trampled for us to stand comfortably, and enough light coming from somewhere to help me make out his face a bit better. His thick moustache was brown and it hovered above a mouth I couldn’t help but kiss. Just so I could run my hand over the heavy beard shadow on his rugged face. He moaned and groped my tool box as I did so, and then he suddenly ceased meshing moustache with me, his green eyes were wide.

“What?” I asked with concern.

“You’ve got a big cock, don’t you?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I just wanna hear you tell me.”

“I’ve got a thick, nine inch poker between my legs. If you can handle it, it’s all yours.” I said slowly as I watched him look down at my bulge.

“I want to see it.” He said to have me thrust my hips forward. He unfastened my buttons, slid a hand in and pulled my meat out. My groan was one of relief for release and then I went for his buttons. Behind them I discovered an eight inch long, by two and a quarter thick, piece of grade AA man-meat. It jutted straight out at me, without the support of a cock ring and I just couldn’t help but fall to my knees and take it into my mouth. He seemed all for it, but he had no idea what my intentions were.

He moaned, groaned and called me every type of cocksucker I could ever want to be. He leaned over me and ran those manly hands over my body and even got an occasional feel of my meat. He pulled my black curly hair in effort to keep me sucking that schlong the way he wanted me to. He even stopped me on an occasion so as to make me watch as he rolled that thick foreskin up to cover the engorged meatus.

“Stick that hot tongue in there man! Roll it around in that skin for me!” I gladly engaged in the act for as long as we were able to stand, but my hunger led me right back to swallowing the whole cock. He asked if he could feel my cock in his mouth, I moaned in agreement, but before long he was calling out to the gods of ecstasy while filling my mouth with his hot load. I gulped down every drop and then again rolled my tongue under the foreskin for the last drops. When I stood, he smiled in full understanding and then led me back out to the grassy area.

He no sooner than disappeared into the darkness before another guy appeared right from it. Instead of walking towards him, I sat at the picnic table and lit a cigarette. That was what led him in my direction, so I found out.

“Had you not lit that, I’d not have seen you here. Could I get one from you?” He asked and stared over me.

“Sure.” I said and stared into his gray eyes as he took the pack from my fingers. While he got the cigarette and lit it, I checked out his clean-shaven face. Just as I got a look at his chin, he looked up and caught me. His smile was wide, white and straight; I put my smokes in my pocket and checked him out. Six foot one inch tall and wearing a biker t-shirt and sweats. He stood there and let me finish my look and then he sat down beside me.

“Been here long?”

“Not too long.” I lied.

“Wanna fuck around?” He furthered as he stared over me.

“Depends on what you wanna do.” I told him.

“I wanna fuck some face.” He stated as he continued to stare over mine. “What do you wanna do?”

“Handle all the face fucking you can give.” I said, and then we stood and walked into the cornfield.

Again, to a clear place to stand and the light increase. Again, there was an attractive older man for me to play with. I raised my hand to touch him as he pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the ground. As I prepared to speak, he dropped and then stepped out of his sweats. There were no underwear and all I could do was gaze and smile as I freed my hardness while going to my knees. Then I was looking up at him and feeling glad he had so much hair on his chest. My hands went to roam through it as my eyes followed his hand to his stiffer, and then all seven inches were in my mouth.

“Take it all man! Yeah, suck on that cock! You say you wanna get your face fucked, do ya!? Believe me; I’ll fuck that face for you and then some! Oh yeah man, you’ve got a nice, hot mouth on you! Seems you’re good at getting your face fucked! Hope you like loads too man, ‘cause when I get close to shootin’ it, I can’t stop! I’d really like it if you’d swallow it! That all right with you?” He tapped the top of my head as he spoke the words; I nodded and moaned in answer. “Good! Ah man you’re getting me hotter just knowing you’ll swallow my load! Fuck, I wish I could watch it slide right down your throat!”

Little did he know…so did I. It would have turned me on so hard to be able to watch his thick dick as it sailed in and out of my lips. Fast, slow, rough or gentle to my face his cock and crotch went in tasty repetition. How hot it’d be to be able to see that cock slide slowly down and finally embed itself in my hungry throat the way it was doing. I beat my own cock and moaned with gainful glee as my ample saliva swished, swashed and washed over, around and up and down that dick. My guts only growled ever harder in anticipation of the load yet to shoot from that dick. Like my own, it only became harder, throbbed more with each gasp, groan and profane phrase he put forth. It all made that vein beneath get real thick and throb up so hard against my tongue! His toned legs soon went to shaking; his grip on my head became a bit tighter. Then his thrusts became hard like he promised they’d be, he began calling to the gods of ecstasy and my load began to course up my shaft.

“Here comes that load for you man! Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum right in your mouth! Fucking cocksucker, you take that hot cum in your mouth! Suck that cock and get that load you want!”

I hungrily followed his commands as my load began to spray out before me. I swallowed his cock at one point and had to breathe through my nose. The smell of our man heat mixed with the corn we played in; I swear it had an effect on me. His words fell to moans; his grip lessened itself from my head and then his cock slipped from my lips. I stood up, his brown eyes met my own for a minute or so and then we shared another kiss. He got dressed and we walked back out to the bench, where he left me alone. I soon joined up with my friend and we were on our way back to his place. Talking of the fun we’d had, and of possibly returning the following night.

THE FOLLOWING NIGHT

Once there, I barely had the chance to walk ten steps before I was being pursued. Certainly liked the man who was pursuing me. I walked along the edge and knew not where I was going; I just picked a spot and walked into the corn. Luckily I had wandered to one of those clear and lit spaces. The man who had pursued me into the corn was a wordless looking specimen. He cut his eyes at me in a way I knew I’d better understand, and fast. I slowly eased to my knees; he almost smiled, unfastened his jeans and then pulled me in by the back of my head. Didn’t know how long or thick his stud meat was, and I didn’t care. I had every confidence that the six-foot and hairy, leather loving man had exactly what I needed. Within mere minutes my mouth was full with his meat. Felt eight long by two thick and it was certainly uncut, and hard as stone. I wanted to moan while being fed, but since he wasn’t, I didn’t. I just played over his wide chest and found out that the more of him I tasted the more I wanted. But…the less I heard from him, the more cautious.

He emptied my mouth, helped me to standing, took out my cock for me and stroked it as he burned holes through me with those granite gray eyes. He handled my cock and balls rougher than I could have ever cared for, but I cut my eyes at him, seethed into his stare and took it all in. Once he went to his knees before my cock, I gave in to my need to moan. Yes, he sucked my cock like it needed. Smoothly, wet and without a trace of the pearly whites. I followed the moment and slid my fingers into his thick, jet black hair, got a good grip on some, and then went to fucking his face.

“Suck that cock!” I told him. “You know how to suck it the right way, and I like it! Do you think you can take it all? Please, I want you to try! You suck my cock so good I just wanna feel your hot throat on it! Will ya please try and take it all, for me?”

There was no better request for me to talk him into. Not only did he slowly swallow all nine inches, he held my meat long enough for me to have to force him away by his soft locks so I could gain fresh breath. Though he followed the initial pull, he let me get my breath and went right back down for more suck and hold within a second after. While doing so, he slid those big hands up my shirt and latched fingers to my nipples. That’s when I knew it was far too late. My moans went louder, but lower toward a growl; my grip on his soft hair grew a touch tighter and I went to slamming his face like I wanted mine done. He took in every thrust just the way I would have. All the way down for a while, then just to the cusp of the throat for a bit. The exchange came and went frequently, and although my last want was to blow my load so soon, his moustache skill became too much for me.

“I’m gonna shoot it to you, man!” I warned, to have him pull back and then we mutually jacked our cocks. Once my load began to shoot, he leaned into my blasts and took them over his handsome face while blowing his own. What a charge that sent barreling through me! Once we regained enough strength to think, he stood and cleaned his face with a handkerchief. We then walked out of the corn, but did not end up at the bench. After he walked away, I turned, looked behind me and realized I was in a whole new area.

Uh oh. After being worked over like that I needed a break. It was in the form of a cigarette and a look at my surroundings, being that I could clearly see them. I was in trucker territory; exciting, slightly dangerous and just right for my mood. My decision was to finish my smoke and head back down over the hill. But…just after I stood and flicked away the butt, a rig door opened and a man first leaned out, then dropped to the ground not twenty feet from where I stood. That trucker was beefy, bearded, and had a full head of dark hair. His five-foot eight inch form was clad in fitting jeans, a rock-n-roll t-shirt and boots. It only took him a second to cast his eyes in my direction and just as I decided to take a step, he did also. I let him walk and checked him out on his way. I was sure he was going to walk on, but after three steps, he instead routed into the grass and his steps brought him before me. His blue eyes stared into my brown ones, he caressed his cock and balls, and then we walked into the cornfield.

Once in the clear area I was more impressed with his handsomeness. The man looked like he should have been featured in a magazine as the next upcoming humpy, nude, bear pictorial. Once he removed his shirt, I knew he should have been. Wide, thick and muscular chest, with a trim belly and it all was sensually graced with swirls of black hair. I found his nipples to be hard, thick and sensitive as I bit them, per his telling me to do so. He touched my face and pressed me to himself while he groaned.

“Man, can you ever chew those nipples good! Suck ‘em hard for me, yeah! I’ll bet you’d rather be sucking on my big cock, wouldn’t you?” He asked, to have me nod. “Go ahead and get it if you want it!”

I went to do as he’d growled, only to find I actually had to free his meat from its jean jail. I dragged my tongue over the bulge before I began and couldn’t help but moan at the length my tongue got to travel. His buttons were quite broken in and it took just a light tug of my teeth to get the first three open. His jeans fell, that manly aroma wafted up my nostrils and his pecker popped up to my face. I took it down while getting my hands full of his built, hair-laced thighs and firm cheeks of ass. After I throated that eight long by two and a half thick uncut cock a few times, I decided to come up for air. That’s when I noticed the other two cocks.

So many words went through my mind, but to look up the almost nude, hirsute bodies into their eyes and see so much man hunger made me wordlessly move on to inspect the second of the three cocks.

“That’s it man, get a gander at it before you suck it! You know you want it, don’t ya?”

“As bad as you want to feed it to me.” I replied to the brown haired, eyed and bearded trucker.

“Got some more here for you.” The third, red haired and bearded, green-eyed trucker said while gripping at least eight and a half in uncut man-root length. As I slurped on brown beard’s seven or more inches, I pulled red beard in closer and occasionally meshed his cock in with the others. Within minutes I had tasted them all and was prepared to take them in any way those hot truckin’ fuckers decided to give them. Their decisions came swiftly.

Brown beard decided he wanted my ass. He made me watch him roll on a rubber, and then he knelt behind me and spit on my hole. He metered that meathead into me by degrees as Red beard slid his phallic deity between my lips. The two plus girth of it spread my lips so good; it pulled the saliva from my mouth on the suck back so it ran a bit out of the corners. He told me how good my mouth felt, Black beard asked to step in and then fed me his meat as the replacement. He fucked my face as well as Brown beard fucked my ass, and in the meantime, Red beard crawled beneath me and took my free-swinging vascular pole into his mouth. I dared not move on my own for those men had grip on my trim, fore arched body and were moving me in the direction needed for their every cock skin pleasure.

Boy was Red beards’ mouth skillful and hot! Within two sucks he had me moaning. I could hear him beating his poker as he sucked mine. I wanted so bad to get grip on his head and slam all nine inches to his face. But Black beard’s hands full of hairy ass felt far too good to let go of. The men feeding my orifices were talking to me; to each other, to my cock as well as their own, and my mouth and ass. They filled my ears with vivid descriptions of everything. How hot, wet and well sucking my mouth was. How much he knew I loved the feel of his thick cock jamming in and out of it. The tight heat of my throat and how bad it made him want to shoot his load down me, then there was my sweet, hot, tight and cock-loving ass. Brown beard liked how willing I was to get fucked; how my hole would take his entire dick. Especially the way I gave him something to slam to when I tightened my fuckhole.

“Do it again!” Brown beard said, and then moaned when I complied.

“Keep fuckin’ that ass man! He’s about to suck the load outta my dick! I want you to take it, you hear me?” Black beard called. Red beard and I only moaned in eager agreement. We all knew we were a bit loud, and the guys in the next clearing could probably hear us, but we cared less. It was mansex at its horny best, as shared between myself, and three of my favorite type of man.

“You want my load in your mouth, right?” Black beard asked in a tone that made me moan in full agreement.

“He knows he wants that cum!” Brown beard chimed in. “Go on and feed it to his hungry mouth! Shoot it in there so he can suck it down to his guts! Hey man, why don’t you pull back a bit and let me watch you shoot that load to him. Man, that’ll really get me off!”

“Sure man! I’ll even do you one better!”

With that, Black beard removed his cock from my oral shelter and began to jack it right between my eyes. It made me drool to see how he whole-fisted that cock and made that foreskin slap on occasion over the glistening meatus.

“Stroke that cock in my face!” I rasped. “Stroke that fucker till that hot cum shoots to me! Let him watch it fly in my mouth while he fucks my ass! Give him a show so he can fill the rubber with dick juice! You gotta back off, Red beard, I need to jack it ‘cause I’m gonna shoot soon!”

Red beard backed off my cock, and far enough away so I could watch him stroke his prick. Oh man! All that cock! In my ass, in my mouth, in front of my face! All for me to do with as I pleased, right there in that cornfield! Closer, closer my load metered toward blast off. I could feel the stab stick in my ass throbbing as well as I could see the one before my eyes. I took a gander at Red beard jacking off, then heard Black beard begin his calls to the gods of ecstasy.

His load burst forth toward my open mouth. Though I wanted it in my mouth, it mattered not that it first splashed on my lip and then ran down my chin. Brown beard called out for me to take it, and then my nose got drenched and the load ran down into my black moustache. Meanwhile, Brown beard pulled out of my hole and covered my back with the heat of his load while he filled my ears with his calls to the gods of ecstasy. Red beard blew his load onto my calf as he moaned to the gods and gulped my load down to his greediness.

We sat, stared at and felt over each other for a while after cleaning up. Clothing was returned to bodies and then Red beard and Brown beard disappeared into the corn. Black beard and I kissed before walking out of the clearing. He returned to his truck, I walked over the hill and ran into my friend. My only thought as we rode out; I never knew a cornfield could be so much fun!

GRIFFIN