Gay Erotic Stories

Normally, I would not have been walking home that way. But there was somewhere in the vicinity I just had to go and that was the only route. The lower, wider terrain was hard on the feet if you wore soft-soled shoes. I was happy to be wearing my work boots. The upper terrain was a bit friendlier and it gave me intermittent solid wood surfaces to step upon, also the danger of losing life and limb to a multi-ton motor on steel wheels. I don’t know how up anyone is on Bugs Bunny, but there was a cartoon I watched where he’s part of an all-male stage-dancing chorus, dressed in topcoat, top hat and stick. They are singing a quick ditty that goes; “Oh we’re the boys in the chorus, we hope you like our show. We know you’re rootin’ for us but now we have to go!” It’s the manner in which they’re stepping across the stage that ties in to walking where I was. Fred Astaire like. I stepped as quickly and as short at one point, and then I suddenly had to jump two steps away. Strictly to avoid the black, sticky deposits which could ruin the bottoms of even Bugs Bunny’s feet.

At one point I had to step to the lower terrain for I heard the familiar rumbling of the oncoming engine. Though secure in my timing, I’ve always refused to take chances with those things. The area was right narrow and it came that my only option of area to step, was an extremely rickety looking footbridge. Though I had done it many times, my fear of heights has always made that crossing scary. But I knew it was the only way to get where I needed to go.

As always, I stopped at the edge, looked across while I grabbed a deep breath to prepare, and then I made the first step. I swallowed hard as I looked down for three steps at the shallow water thirty feet below. The last five steps were rushed and I had to stop for a few seconds after I got back to solid ground.

That was when I noticed the house and the window without curtains with the light on. I noticed it was a beautiful house inside and out and then a guy walked by. A few seconds later he did it again, only he wasn’t wearing a shirt like the time previous. Seconds later another guy walked by with a shirt on. When he appeared once again in just a robe and sat on what I suddenly realized to be a bed, I felt a slight surge and less of an urge to get to where I was heading. I then reached in my backpack for a cigarette. Right after I lit it, the other guy appeared on the scene and he was wearing only shorts. He sat on the opposite side of the bed and they seemed to be talking. That went on for a few puffs and then they lay down. My hand went back into my backpack, past the cigarettes for the small black case.

The cigarette was dropped for the action of removing the vision-enhancing tool and preparing to utilize it to find out what was going to happen next. By the time I focused in, the robe was on the floor and the shorts were at the end of the bed. Just to give you an idea how sharp the binoculars were, I could describe in detail how attractive both of the men were. I heard myself swallow and felt a bit nervous at how fast my breathing turned to shallow, excited gasps. I snickered at the surges of sexual energy that forged their way through to my loins. The view the binoculars gave me of those men at their best was perfect. Those men were hot, well built and both were hung right nicely. One was taller, stockier and hairier than the other. His hair was brown, he had a moustache and a sexy, heavy beard shadow covered his chin. His partner was blonde, I guessed he had blue eyes and he had me wishing I could let my fingers crawl over his tanned and built chest. But his partner took care of that and more. Their mouths traveled over each other’s almost professionally; hands slid with force and meaning over their various body parts. I watched the brunette lick slowly over the face of the blonde; my clarity was so that I could almost hear the blonde moan as I watched his head roll and his hair fall.

The brunette moved to his neck, dragged tongue up one side, crossed just under his chin, and then went down the other side. He gave the blonde enough time to swallow when he stopped between the collarbones. I watched the blonde’s Adam’s apple bob and then the assaulting warm flannel grazed leisurely over that. I tried to hold the binoculars with one hand so I could massage my stone hard cock with the other. But the knowledge that I was getting hard into the scene made me check my surroundings, lest another rail traveler walk upon me.

The coast clear I focused right back to smile at seeing they had changed position. The blonde had the brunette on his back and was dragging his tongue over the beautifully hirsute torso. When eager fingers joined in caressing the hair, the brunette clamped his hands on the head of the blonde. He lifted his own as he moved it around and began to bark something down at the blonde. No doubt it was something personal, heavily sexual and right profane. I would have loved to be able to hear those words. The blonde pinched his nipples, his head fell back to the pillow but he continued to spew words and push down on his head. When the blonde went for his tool box I felt the need to find a better and slightly closer angle, but I didn’t want to break my stare for things were getting hot between them! I watched him wrap a hand around the thick cock and then he looked into the eyes of the brunette, and so did I. Then I felt the need to yell; something, anything to let the guy know I not only adored his green eyes, I found him to be really attractive. Either I had to find a better angle or I had to get in there with them. I felt better when the blonde got up and headed for what I hoped was the bathroom, for it gave me a chance to survey my moonlit surroundings for that better angle.

The angle I found was closer, more secluded and I found it just in time. I locked my enhanced gaze in just as the blonde returned to the room and went back down on the brunette. He stayed there for a few minutes and then the brunette turned him around so they could suck each other.

“Hot damn!” I said aloud and then sat on the wall and stared harder if that was possible. So good was my new vantage point that I could see everything--from the print on the picture above their bed, to the veins on the cock being sucked. I knew that before long I’d feel it necessary to release my own cock, which throbbed right painfully in my fitting jeans.

It was almost like being there; to watch how eagerly his mouth went up and down that approximately eight inch long by deuce thick and uncut dick. He licked up, down and over it, slow, fast and with tongue wagging. Then he took it all and held it for the longest time while he buried his nose in the dark crotch hair. Man, I could almost hear him as he sniffed that essence of man up into his greedy nostrils. Yeah, he orally worshipped that phallic deity like it was a god. His temporary god that made him feel like the world was his oyster. Speaking of oysters, a second after he released the cock, he went lower to lay challenge to the low hanging balls, which were about the size of a good oyster. The man he actively serviced raised his hips on occasion and I could almost hear his moans and begging cries. I was so much into my thought that I jumped slightly at the next realization.

The blonde was dragging his tongue oh so slowly over that meat and his eyes seemed to be looking out the window as he did so. The act went on for a while, which made me wonder if he could actually see me there, with my binoculars staring into their window, hungrily watching them have sex. The longer he did it, the more I became convinced he could. Especially when he moved directly into my line of vision, put that meat directly between his eyes and continued to lick it in the same manner. My mouth began to water from the sight of it; a hand left the binoculars to slide down and massage my cock. Massage hell, I let that fucker out and began to gingerly jack it, but low to the base for the head was really sensitive.

“Oh, you son-of-a-bitch!” I whispered at the blonde when he wrapped his tongue part way round the shaft, let out some saliva and chased it down, only to have that pink oral rag drag over those big and hairy nuts. It became even harder to decide if he could see me when he grinned after he finished the action. I watched the brunette tap him on the ass and then they took a break for some reason I knew not. As my cock slid back into my pants, my break also became due.

I used the time to carefully check out my surroundings while some clean Mary got my head in a better condition. A cigarette was due afterward, and then, satisfied that my area was safe, I got back to the scene.

They were already going at it, only then they had turned sideways in the bed. Great for me for I could watch them both suck cock. The brunette sure could suck a mean dick! He went for it with a hunger that showed he wanted it, and he had the sucking skill to back up his action. Vigorous described the speed with which he bobbed, until he stopped at the head and then went down the shaft with slow cocksucker knowledge until he had it fully throated. What made me about lose it in my mind was how long he held that dick in his throat. Boy was he a cocksucker after my own heart! By the time he finished the maneuver, I was open mouthed and practically drooling from my want to be there and perform quad-lip with him. That’d give me the chance to feel the rough, four days of beard growth rake so pleasurably over my clean shave face. While I shared in the licking of that hot pecker with him I’d be unable to help but drag my tongue over his moustache. When our oral rags would tangle, I’d capture his and suck on the thickness of it like cock. At least until he moaned to get it back. Then…

Their position changed again just as I phased back to reality. The blonde got up on his hands and knees while the brunette reached in the nightstand and retrieved a silver wrapped condom. As he unwrapped it, I saw the color of it was as blue as the eyes of his blonde partner. The brunette pointed his cock in my direction as he rolled the condom down, and then he slowly stroked it as the blonde also looked in my direction and licked his lips. I again released and began to stroke my cock as the blonde turned in anticipation of what was coming to him. To watch the brunette grip his cock and the press it against the hole of the blonde forced me to release my cock and pull my sights away. But only for a second or two for I wanted to see all those two hot and masculine men were willing to show. A hard but relatively quiet moan escaped me as I watched the cock slide into his asshole. He was able to begin his thrust immediately, and the blonde was immediate in his reverse thrust response. My hand couldn’t help but grip my cock just a bit tighter and jack it a bit faster, closer to the head. Somehow I managed to again force it away, but maintained my enhanced gaze as it throbbed free in the warm summer air.

Oh how I loved to watch that cock travel at varying speed in and out of that ass! And the blonde, boy was he ever into it! His face twisted and contorted into various expressions of total fuck lust. All he seemed to want was more and that was just what he got. The brunette got grip on his hips and then began to thrust that stab stick to him like a jackhammer. My hand went back to my dick and I jacked it in time to the fuck strokes I so urgently focused in on. To hear myself whisper as I gazed even turned me on. Especially when I’d realize my words had gotten louder and turned into more of a seethe. It wasn’t long before the blonde became completely comfortable with the pummeling his ass was receiving, and his expression changed to one of total enjoyment.

Being able to read his lips as he thrashed his boner made me mentally able to hear him, he was saying ‘Yeah! Fuck that sweet ass! Give it every inch of that big dick! Oh yeah daddy! Come on and fuck me!’ All those words were spoken in my direction and I became even more convinced that they could see me. My want to be there soon had me standing on the wall with hips forward as I jacked my nine-inch prick. It seemed to go on and on, and for as long as I lasted with them I ended up on my knees. I tried so hard not to yell, and I became not only totally convinced that they could see me; I was there with them. Doing to one what the other could not. All the while I jacked my dick just waiting for one of them to give some orgasmic warning.

It came from the blonde as he wretched his body upright against the hairy chest of the brunette. His cock stood firm and proud as he stroked it and then his load blasted toward me in several shots. I certainly loved the look of orgasmic ecstasy on his handsome face. I groaned about it as my balls surged to empty themselves, but I retained their urge. I wanted to be somewhat in synch with the hirsute man when he was ready to blow. My breath came in short, choppy, grunt laced bursts as I waited for him to rip that cock out, the rubber off and jack that…

“Oh yeah! He did it! The rubber is on the floor and he’s beating that cock! Oh yeah! Shoot it all over that hot ass! Oh fuck it’s my turn!”

When I found my sensible self again the binoculars were on my leg with the drops of cum that traveled no real distance. As I raised them to again view, I pulled my hanky from my pocket and wiped at my leg. Both men were lying on the bed, again in opposite directions. I seethed and shivered when I wiped my cock free of cum and then dropped my mouth open as they both grinned in my direction. A very short time after I tucked my cock away, they crawled to the proper end of the bed and turned out the light. Again I wondered; could they really see me? Were their actions, and the words I read on their lips, the expressions seen in their eyes really meant for me to see? Be they or not, I fully enjoyed and appreciated the unexpected and heated pleasure of being such an attentive VYUR.

GRIFFIN