Gay Erotic Stories

I looked a little more closely at him, the next time our paths crossed, and noticed he kept rubbing his crotch as he got nearer to me. He was now looking at mens suits, and as he tried on a jacket, I noticed that his crotch area now had a distinct bulge down there. He stood in front of the mirror to see how he looked in the jacket, then moved slightly so he could pick me up in his sites, standing a few feet behind him. I smiled and walked away from where he stood.

I missed seeing him for the next few minutes, when suddenly he was just behind me, and began to whisper, "You like what you see down there between my legs?" he asked. I got a lump in my throat, because, in actuality, I truly did like that his groin region had grown, and from the looks of it, he was packing a pretty sturdy cock inside those khakis. "Yes, sir", I answered hoarsely. "You want to touch it, and maybe taste it, too?" I gulped, and said that I did. It was mostly inaudible, because my knees were weakening due to the fact that I was even having this conversation with a complete stranger, in a department store.

He gestured to the dressing rooms, so I grabbed a pair of pants hanging on a rack, so that I actually had something to try on as I headed towards the dressing area. He motioned for me to go into my room, and he entered the one just next to it.

I did as I was told, and soon he called out to me, asking if I might assist him. "Sir", he asked, "Could I trouble you to help me for a second?" "It seems I have a stuck zipper".

I walked over to his room, and knocked. He opened the door and there he stood with his huge, uncut cock standing staight up beneath his oxford dress shirt, peaking out proudly for me to behold. He walked a step closer, took my hand and placed it on his big, stiff rod. I felt hot, and a bit unsteady as I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke it. It was very impressive, and I wished that we were alone someplace where I could show him how I could fully satisfy him.

He was placing his hand on the back of my head, and putting gentle pressure downward, in order or me to go down towards his throbbing cock with my mouth, when there was a knock on the door. "Henry,are you in there?". It was his wife who had been shopping the matronly womens section of the store this whole time. "Yes, dear, I will be out in a minute", was his answer, as his monumental cock began to shrink like he had been submerged in ice cold water.

He told me to stay inside the room for the count of 30 after he left, and that his wife was going out of town the following Monday for a week. He said I could come visit him then, and that I could take my time and pleasure him slowly and completely then. He told me he wanted me to suck him good,and that then he would have me bend over his bed where he would mount me from behind. He told me to meet him back here that next Monday morning at 1030am, where we could then walk over to his home next door in the condo's. I did as I was told, and when I exited, and saw no trace of he, nor her.

That next Monday came and I could hardly wait to get over to the mall to meet him. I took an extraordinarily long, hot shower that morning, shaved my balls and trimmed above my own 7 inch cock, in preparation.

I got there in the store at 1025am, and walked around, browsing a last time when we had first met. I kept looking for him, but saw no one other than sales associates. I glanced at the clock, and saw that I had been walking about for more than 40minutes. He was not going to show. I wished out loud that he had given me his address last time before he left the dressing room. I so wanted to take his big, thick cock in my mouth and make him cum. I wanted, for the very first time, to allow him to part my ass cheeks and enter inside of me with his massive meat. But, this was not going to happen. Not today anyway.

I have been to the store on several more trips, hoping to somehow run across my big Daddy, but to no avail. I have seen a few other men, all whom appeared to be making the same advances as he did that day. Should I say something? Is there some particular sign one makes when he wants a guy to suck his cock, that I am unaware of, and that I should look for?

Maybe one day you will be in that same mall, in that same store, looking at suits, and ties, and such. Maybe I will see you rub your cock throught your trousers as a sign, that you indeed want me to drop to my knees, and take you deep into my mouth, sucking, until you have unloaded your warm, gooey cream into my willing mouth.