Gay Erotic Stories

I’ve just spent the last week on a residential induction course for my new job. I was only expecting to attend lots of training sessions; I wasn’t expecting to be sucking cock! There were about 40 of us there, all recent graduates who had just joined either the London office, or the 3 regional offices. There were a couple of hot young lads, but other than mentally undressing them, I didn’t seriously give any consideration to man on man action. Then on the afternoon of the second day, we were on a coffee break and I went to the toilet for a slash. One of the team leaders, Martin, came in just behind me, and joined me at the urinal. We started chatting about the last session, while releasing our bladders. I couldn’t help but glance out of the corner of my eye down at his cock, just out of curiosity. His cock looked quite long, even though it was flaccid; a thin jet of piss was shooting out from the flap of foreskin that covered his helmet. Then while I watched he pulled that foreskin back, exposing his helmet, the jet of piss arching upwards. His hand slid forward, and then back again, and I realized his cock was thickening. Embarrassed and thrilled I looked up at his face, only to find that he was looking directly at me, a smile on his face. He casually asked me if I was interested in some fun. I told him yes, and he said to meet him back in the toilets at 7pm that evening. With that he whipped his cock back into his pants and went to wash his hands, leaving me standing there at the urinal gob-smacked with my own semi-hard cock in my hand. The way the induction course was structured was that we had training sessions up until 6:30pm, then we had a free hour before dinner, and the evening’s organized events. For the rest of that afternoon’s session, my cock was bulging in my pants, thinking about what might happen later. Martin is a good-looking lad, must be about 24, 6 foot, ginger hair, and a nice tight arse! The only shame is that he comes from the Manchester office, and not my office in London. At the end of the last session of the afternoon everybody disappeared back over to the accommodation block. However I took a walk around the University grounds, smoking a cigarette and killing time. At 7pm I entered the lecture room building and headed to the toilets. I pushed open the door and walked in. Martin was standing at the urinal, his back to the door. He glanced round, saw it was me and smiled. Then he turned round and showed me his fully erect cock. It must be at least 8 inches, quite thick and uncut. He certainly had a big bell end on it! A tuft of ginger pubes poked out above his shaft. Immediately I walked over to him, crouched down and took his cock in my mouth, taking in the smell and taste of his gland, his cock twitching in excitement. I started to suck on his helmet, but he stopped me and said that we should at least shut ourselves in a cubicle. Luckily there was a cubicle for the disabled with lots of room. Inside, he leaned back against the wall, his cock pointing skywards. He told me to suck him; his tone was that of an instruction, not a request. That tone turned me on, the control. I got down on my knees in front of him, and pulled his trousers and white briefs down to his ankles. Then, placing a hand on each of his firm thighs, I started to lick his cock. I ran my tongue over his helmet, and down his shaft, sliding back up, and popping his cockhead into my mouth momentarily. Then I ran my tongue back down the underside of his shaft and licked his balls, his cock rubbing against my face. His balls were shaved, and felt so soft; gently I sucked each testicle in turn. Again he instructed me to suck him. This time I properly obeyed him, and I moved my mouth on to his helmet, and slid his cock into my mouth. My lips were tight on his cockhead, catching his foreskin as they moved over the rim of his helmet, forcing his foreskin back, allowing my tongue more access to those sensitive areas. His cock tasted great, I can only describe it as tasting of a man; it fucking turned me on. My own cock was bulging in my trousers, crying out for release and attention, and while I wanted to get it out and play with it, I wanted more to concentrate on Martin’s cock. I slid his cock further into my mouth, forcing his helmet up against the roof of my mouth, and then further back towards my throat. Martin moaned gently, and put his hand on my head, pulling me closer towards him. His cock was big, and I gagged slightly as his cock pushed deeper into my mouth against my throat. I tried to pull back, but his hands held me there, and he started to slowly fuck the back of my throat, rubbing his cockhead against the roof of my mouth, and then down into my throat. The gagging sensation subsided, as I got used to the pressure of his cock. I couldn’t truly suck his cock, but could feel my throat muscles trying to swallow his meat, and knew that this was the sensation that he was seeking. Martin was slowly working his cock deeper into my throat, pulling my head closer towards him. My mouth felt completely full of his cock, both in terms of size and taste. My jaw was forced wide open to accommodate his shaft. His smooth balls began to bang against my chin. I ran a hand up inside his shirt, feeling his taut stomach and pecs. The pace of his thrusts quickened, harder and deeper. His breathing got faster and I knew he was going to cum. I gave his nipple a good strong tweak, and heard him gasp. His cock paused in mid stroke, and then slid further forward, fucking me again, and as it did I knew he was coming. I don’t know if I could feel, or if I just imagined the sensation of his spunk running down the back of my throat. I pulled my head back a bit, and properly worked my tongue and lips over his cockhead, taking every bit of spunk. He pushed my head away, and looked down at me grinning. He said that was fantastic, and pulled me to my feet and kissed me. His hand slid down into my trousers, and found my throbbing cock. I must have been leaking loads of precum as he was immediately massaging his fingers over my helmet, sliding my foreskin back. He kissed me deeply, his tongue pushing where his cock had been moments before, he told me afterwards he loves to taste his own spunk in another man’s mouth. After a minute or so of kissing and groping he asked me if I wanted to shoot my load, when I told him yes, I was surprised by his next comment. He told me that I was going to have to wait, and that I should meet him after dinner at 10pm at the back of the lecture room building. He pulled his hand from trousers, and licked a string of precum from his fingers. He told me that even though I had a raging hard-on, that I shouldn’t jerk off now, and that I would enjoy saving my spunk for later. With that he pulled up his trousers. I wanted to protest, my cock was aching for release, but at the same time I was curious and very turned on with the promise of what was to come later that night. I’ve got no time to write about that now; I’ll post it some other time!