Gay Erotic Stories

I went to Six Flags Magic Mountain a couple of weekends ago. It was a great idea, but I forgot that the majority of the time spent there, you stand in line waiting to hop on a ride. It was doubly bad considering it was one of the hottest weekends in Los Angeles. It was probably 105 degrees. So, standing in line under the sun was the last thing anybody would've chosen to do that day. But there I was with 7 of my friends like a bunch of farm workers getting their farmers' tans. What didn't occur to me was the possibility of other guys wearing nothing but sweaty T-shirts or tank tops! I myself wore a t-shirt, which later got soaked by my sweaty body. I was standing in line and was lucky enough to stand behind this guy wearing a basketball shirt. He was probably in college (21 at most) and was in line with a girl. He had short, chestnut semi-curly hair and a smile to die for and skin as smooth and glossy as a honey-colored porcelain doll. If you've ever seen some guys from Brazil, you know what I'm talking about. By standing in line for an hour, you start to notice details especially since he was right in front of me. I even noticed the bumps on the back of his lickable neck. I tried to divert my eyes away from staring when he would turn around and face me. His girlfriend was oblivious to the whole thing, but I got the feeling he noticed my casual glances. The basketball shirt exposed his milky shoulders and smooth neck. The line wasn't moving at all when he decided to lean up against a wall. He put his arm up against the wall and once he did, I swear I almost lost it right then and there. The thickest and juiciest pits I had ever seen gifted this guy!! This time I didn't care if he saw me staring. So he started to put on a little show for me. I’m not saying he completely abandoned the whole public setting, but he did deliberately keep his arms up as the line moved. At one point, he even put both arms over his head and stretched and turned around to face me. I almost came right there. His juicy pits were literally inches away from my face! They fanned out all over. The hairs were uncontrollably everywhere, and the hollows of his pits were darker. This guy wasn't done with me just yet. We were almost to the entrance of this ride and the corridor was quite dark when he took his right hand and shoved it into his pit and scratched deeply into his juicy trough! Then he deliberately bumped into me and rubbed his hand on the back of MY hand. Remember the line was so full of people that it was almost commonplace for people to rub or bump into each other. Also, since it was an extremely hot day, I felt his sweaty hand actually transfer some pit sweat on the back of my hand when we made contact. I was caught in a bind. I didn't know whether to just lap up my hand or nonchalantly pretend I'm wiping some sweat off my face and put my hand up to my nostrils. I didn't care. I opened my mouth and inhaled both thru my nose and mouth as I placed the beads of pit sweat on my face! It was salty and tasted a bit like lime juice. I was creaming my shorts by now. This guy really knew how to get me goin'. He had boarded the ride with his girlfriend and took off. I silently said goodbye and thanked him for the show! An hour had passed and my friends and I took a lunch break and decided to eat right next to this restroom. It was by total coincidence that my pit friend so happens to be standing outside the restrooms. I figured he was waiting for his girlfriend to get out of the ladies’ room. I excused myself from my friends and made a conscious effort to bump into my pit friend before I entered the men’s room. I casually rubbed my shoulder up against his milky, silky Brazilian shoulder then turned my head to make eye contact. Our eyes locked for a second. I'm sure he remembered me from the ride. I walk into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and started to look at my hair and face pretending as if I was there to REALLY use the john when my friend walks in!!! My heart was pounding! I wasn't sure if he was going to curse me out for being a fuckin' faggot or what. We were now almost alone with the exception of a couple of kids running around. I stepped away from the mirror and washed my hands when he stood in front of the mirror right next to me and started to primp his hair as he raised his arms up again. This time I couldn't resist. So I said, "Hot day today." He said, "Yup. I should've brought an extra shirt cause I'm all sticky." I said, "Me, too." He looked at my soaked t-shirt and noticed that my nipples were soaking thru a little bit. I said, "Yeah, I think my speed stick wore off. " He said, "I wear Drakkar." Then he stretched out and put both of his arms over his head!! I stared at his armpit like a madman and darted back and forth between his eyes and his pit to see his reactions. He didn't seem to mind my staring. In fact, he even smiled like he did back in line for that ride. I took the back of my hand and slowly rubbed his right pit, which was still as juicy as ever. Afraid of somebody walking in on us, I grabbed him and took him to the back of the bathroom to the last stall. I held his hand and slovenly pushed him in. He wasn't resisting one bit! Knowing I didn't have all day to tongue-bath this dude, I raised his arms up against the stall wall and gave him the best pit sucking experience this 21-year-old dude had ever had in his lifetime. I gave him little nibbles at first then progressively got aggressive by sucking on his pits all the way up to his tricep and down to his creamy brown torso. I alternated sides and noticed that his other pit stank more than the first side. I put a clump of his pit hairs into my mouth, closed my mouth, pulled my head back, and pulled on his long pit hairs with my lips. I kept alternating my glances between his eyes and his soaked pits. He was writhing from pleasure. I slid his tank top over to expose his carob nipple and gave that a major sucking. This dude tasted like he hung out at the beach all day as his skin was salty and a little lemony. His pits were half ripe but most of his pit sweat was fresh. At this point, I decided to pull down my shorts and started beating my precum soaked cock. I noticed he was very aroused as well. I was about to pull down his shorts when he stopped me from doing so. So I continued jacking myself off as I slobbered all over his sticky armpits. He pushed me back and I took a step back from him. He looked down at my sticky, veiny dick and reached for it. As soon as he wrapped his fingers around my cock, I immediately lost it right there and shot my hot load in front of him. He squeezed my dick hard as I came. I wanted to let it last a little longer, but I was way passed the point of no return. This guy simply turned me on big time, and just the thought of him yanking on my dick made me cum instantly! That small stall reeked of both our sweaty bodies. He ran out of that bathroom like there was no tomorrow. I obviously scared him. It was too bad he didn't get a chance to release HIS build-up, but I stood there for a minute and licked my lips thinking of the taste of his arms, torso, and smelly pits. I walked out of that bathroom in a daze. I joined my friends, went on several more rides until sunset, and then took off. I, of course, never saw that dude again, but boy did I have the sweetest time at Six Flags!!!