Gay Erotic Stories

I work late once a week, it is a pain to close up the department, and I hate lingering issues that have to be resolved before I can leave the building. Most of the building is empty and I am still working away. I glance at the corner of my screen, it is getting close to eleven, and the side door to the back stairs swings open and in walks Cain. He, like me, is a department manager. One of the recent catch phrases I have heard since being on the same floor as he is “quit working my hole, guy!” This is generally followed by some scolding or some big laugh only he and his boys would understand. He has no idea how much I would enjoy doing just that. Or vice versa, I am not picky. He has a soft, mellow tone, but when he gets excited, everyone knows it. Big blue eyes animated, arms going, telling some crazy tale. He can smooth you over in any crisis, that smooth sexy tone he takes with anyone. What is even more maddening is he is the kind of guy that would touch you gently as he passed you. More than once I have felt the soft glide of his hand on my shoulder, waist, or the small of my back. He considers the bathroom for a moment, turns, waves and strides toward his desk further away on the floor. His ass is so firm and tight as he struts. Cain definitely struts, long strides, covering a lot of space in minimal time. I lick my lips and am happy to have seen the quick glimpse at this hour. He comes back by and heads to the bathroom. I want to follow him immediately, but resist. Instead I picture him dropping his zipper, hauling out his full cock and letting that spray hit the urinal. If I listen hard enough I may be able to hear the sounds of ecstasy as the last three beers exit his semi hard cock. The last drips fall and he shoves it back in his jeans. He swipes his hand under his balls and takes a quick sniff, just to know where he stands. I wait for him to come out, staring at the computer screen, pretending the spreadsheet is filling itself. He emerges from the bathroom, and calls out, “Felix, what the hell are you still doing here, man?” He approaches and I observe his hips swaying just a little more than usual. I lick my top lip, and quickly put my tongue back in my mouth as he and his bulge come closer. Cain sets his jacket on the desk near mine. “You got a lot of shit to do, or what man?” He plops down on the left side of my desk, his thigh inches from my arm. I notice his bulge seems to be enlarged from the time it took to came across the floor. He sees me looking, and I look back at my computer screen. “We’ve been getting killed lately man.” I shake my head, partially trying to shake the fact that he is still looking at me and his hard on does not seem to be shrinking. “Which is good, but you know I don’t want to be here until midnight. I’ve got at least another twenty minutes before I can treat myself.” I looked down at his cock then up at his face, studying the mischief I could see blooming. He was clearly getting an erection. I could see his hard on pushing to the right, a thick rod prominently next to his zipper. He makes a moan and I watch him stretching thrusting his chest up, and arms reaching for the sky. Cain has a perfectly compact body for any man of average build; although he was not an average man. He is similar to me in height, maybe an inch taller, a bit broader in the shoulders, narrowing in the waist, broadening again at the hips in such an elegant way. Delicate hands, immaculate nails. His ass is high and tight. He likes to lean over desks, spread legs, ass just asking to be smacked. He is definitely a natural poser. Spread legs being a common theme sometimes with arms crossed intently listening. Feet crossed on his desk, one arm thrown over the back of his desk chair. And now, apparently he likes to tease the office homo with his painfully obvious boner now throbbing and pushing at his zipper. I wanted it so bad, but he would have to ask as I could never do that. “What’s your deal? Late night visits to the office.” He smiles wide, places his hand over the mound and says. “I was taking a piss and was thinking I’m kinda of horny. I know my baby is going to be too tired to take care of me, and I thought you might like to have a go at it? What do you say, a little cock sucking break? I see you looking at it. I know how you look at me when I walk around.” He places his hand over his crotch, rubbing it casually. “And I am so fucking horny man you don’t even know.” His searching eyes study me for a moment and then he places my barely resistant hand between his legs. I run my hand down the length. So hot and firm in my hand, it’s going to be even hotter in my mouth. I stand, as does he. “I am up for it man, come with me.” It would have to be a dark and quiet cock sucking if we could manage it.

On the other side of a brick wall is an empty closet. I grab a desk chair and wheel it in, Cain sits down and I close the door. No words. I knelt between his legs my hand now touching the enormous mound between his thighs. I pulled up the T-shirt he wore, unbuttoning and unzipping. No underwear, just hair and a prick. I could smell his musk as the zipper dropped. I leaned in, shoving my nose into his pubic hair and rubbing my face in it. His cock was wide. I grip it and pull it from the denim, releasing his aching meat into my hand. Cain’s cock arched up and to the right. Wide at the base it continued its girth out to the wide tapered head. It did not feel like a very veiny cock. Although I could not see details, he was cut from the feel of it. He was already wet at his piss slit as I slid his head into my mouth. Delicious, I am tempted to consume him in one fell swoop, but instead slowly slid him inch by inch down my throat, finally reaching the stinky bush, then pulling back just as slowly. His salty sweaty cock felt like hot sticky meat. Coming up for air I licked his glans and feel his body quiver. I like making that whimper happen. I run my tongue up and down his shaft, a meaty lollipop. He places his hand on the back of my head urging my mouth to get to the real event. He lets loose a low growl and positions me so he can focus my mouth to bob up and down, tightening and loosening my lips as he fucked my face. His gentle, but firm grip keeps me focused on his throbbing shaft as he pistons his pole in and out of me. I hold onto to his thighs, and then boldly move to his ass so I can push him into me. “Never seen anybody this hungry for a cock.” Cain whispers. “This is amazing!” He took his hand away and just let me pump his cock in and out by pulling his hips toward me. I pulled back. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I bathed his head with my tongue. He made little sighs of pleasure, which made me lap even harder, tasting his still leaking pre cum. I played with his heavy sac occasionally, wishing I could probe my fingers further under his balls to his stinky asshole. “You’ve got a talent for this man! I bet you got lots of talents.” “You could exploit my talents, if you wanted.” I squeeze his cock. “Help with the tensions of being a horny husband.” “This weekend my wife is going away to be with some girlfriends---“ “What do you want?” “I think we could find some mutually satisfying activities to do up at my cabin, you in?” I slammed my mouth on his cock again and pumped and pumped until I felt his cock pulse and unload the anticipated hot sticky load down the back of my throat. I think it would have splattered all over the wall of the closet had I not been a greedy bastard, wanting every salty thick drop. His thighs and ass were taut as my hands gripped him. Finally, the moment was over, his sticky cock slid from my mouth, and immediately swung back to slap itself against his belly. I wanted it back in my mouth immediately. He smacked me in the mouth with it instead, which was just has satisfying. He chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes, you little cum dumpster.” He ruffles my hair. I rise from my knees my cock, still painfully rigid in my pants, a wet spot from my leaking pre- cum. He grabbed my crotch massaging my hard on. “Umm, now someone’s got a little worked up, huh?” He rubbed a little more. “Maybe I should help you? You want that? You’re so ready to blow aren’t you man? Yeah you are.” He rubbed harder and harder, as my cock pulsed through my jeans. He pulled me onto his lap, and helped me haul out my own dripping meat. He also pulled my jeans down some so his slick cock could settle in my bare ass crack. I open my legs to properly feel his shaft rubbing against crack and taint. His prick is a bit thicker than mine, but I think we are identical in length. Sliding my hungry hole back and forth over his shaft he jacks me off with this left hand. I make small grunting noises and as he starts to really pump and squeeze I’m ready to blow my load. I lean back and feel his chest rise and fall against my back and shoulder blades. His lips are almost touching my neck; his hot breath makes me a little dizzy with its smoke and beer musk. His hand milks my cock as I shoot load after load on the floor of the closet. The whole time he and I are still bumping and grinding. After the last swat I stopped thrusting my hips back and forth. We both stop moving, and just breath in the dark. I break the cadence of our breathing with a shake of my head and a clearing of my throat. We put our cocks back in our pants. My ass feels tingly and still hungry for his shaft. Cain places his hands on my shoulders, squeezing gently. “You all right, man?” “Yeah, just not what I expected from you, that’s all.” “It took a few drinks of courage, but I’m glad I did it.” His face was so close to mine. I was too chicken shit to make a move. We stood there lips nearly touching in the dark. Cain lets out a sigh and moves past patting me on the chest as he exits the closet. “I’ll call you, when I’m coming to fetch you.” “What should I bring?” “Whatever you think might make things interesting.”