Gay Erotic Stories

I've always hated the whole game involved when buying a new car. It seems so difficult to find someone who's honest who really will help you find a good deal. Anyway, since my old car had quit running, I knew I was going to have to play the game whether I wanted to or not. I needed a new set of wheels and fast. One recent Saturday afternoon, I set out on the old car-buying hunt. I stopped at several dealerships in my area without finding a car I wanted or an honest sales person interested in helping me. I had grown quite weary and had decided to hang it up when I stumbled upon a small, used car lot on the edge of town. Skeptical and really believing nothing would come of stopping by, I still pulled in for some reason. I began looking around the lot and it wasn't long before a pickup truck caught my eye. The price seemed really reasonable. So far, no one had come to help and I was just about to go look for a salesperson when I heard, "Good afternoon, sir. How are you?" I turned around to see a salesman standing there. "My name is Anderson. How can I help you?" "Hi," I said, "I'm Paul. Nice to meet you." I started walking away from the car with my hand extended. Anderson stood around 5' 9" tall, dirty blond hair, brown eyes and scruffy face, as though he were trying to grow a goatee. I'm not sure how much he weighed. He wasn't skinny, but wasn't fat. He was filled out well, wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans. I've always considered myself straight. I'm not afraid to admit to myself when a guy looks good, but I'd never had sex with one or even considered it. For some reason though, I was noticing Anderson's body. Just as I was about to shake his hand, my eyes dropped to see his jeans, which seemed to highlight a sizeable bulge in his crotch. Anderson contrasted my 6'2" frame, 220 pounds, brown hair and eyes and clean-shaven face. Though we may have physically looked different, we were both dressed similarly. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "It's a real beauty, isn't it?" Anderson asked, looking at the pickup truck. "Would you like to take it for a test drive?" "Yeah, I would," I said. "I've been car shopping all day and it's the first thing that's caught my eye." "Well, just a minute," Anderson said. "I'll go get the key." "Thanks." Anderson turned around. I didn't mean to, but I couldn’t help but notice how well his buttocks filled out his jeans. No, I wasn't supposed to be thinking anything like this. I turned back around began looking at the truck. It wasn't long before Anderson came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Here are the keys, sir," Anderson said with a piercing smile and bright eyes. "Thanks. I won't be long," I said to him. "No problem. Please take your time. But if you don't mind, I'll ride along with you, in case you have any questions about the truck," Anderson said, still keeping that wonderful smile. "I'm not trying to pressure you or be in the way. If you'd prefer I stayed here…" "No,” I interrupted. “You’re welcomed to come along. It’s very likely I’ll have questions.” “Good!” Anderson said again with that bewitching smile and sparkling eyes. “Let’s go.” We drove down the road a few miles and the time seemed to fly. Our conversation actually steered clear from the truck because we found out we graduated from the same high school. I’d thought Anderson looked a little familiar to me in the back of my mind. He was three years my senior, so when I entered the ninth grade he was graduating. I really didn’t know him. That wasn’t unusual though because a senior would never befriend a lowly freshman. “Hey, Paul, buddy, if you don’t mind, would you take a left down this dirt road? My place is out this way and I want to be sure my wife locked up properly before she left,” Anderson asked. “Sure, it’s no problem,” I said. Anderson explained that he just hauled in a ‘56 Chevy that he was restoring. He’d had it put under his barn. He said his wife had a nasty habit of forgetting to lock up the barn door. We followed the road for a few miles, away from the civilization of our small town, when finally Anderson said, “This is my place here on the right.” I turned the truck into his driveway and saw the barn in the backyard. The yard was littered with children’s toys. “Paul, come on and check out this Chevy I got,” Anderson politely invited me. “Cool,” I said. “Be careful,” Anderson said. “The kids toys are all over the place. I have a five year old and a two year old. Are you married Paul? Do you have kids?” “No,” I said. “No to both of those questions. But I do have a steady girl. We’re planning to marry next year.” “Congratulations,” Anderson said. We walked a few more steps and we were before the door to the barn. “See, I knew she’d forget,” Anderson said. “She left this morning to drive up to Iowa with the kids to see her parents and some more of her family. I knew she’d be too excited to think about locking up the barn.” Anderson took the door and flung it open. “Take a look, my friend. If I might say so myself, it’s a real beauty,” Anderson said. I looked at the car and to me it just looked like an old car, but I agreed with Anderson. “It’s great. Absolutely, great! Are you restoring it all by yourself?” I asked. “Yeah, just me. I like to work on it when I get home in the evenings, when I don’t work too late,” he grinned. “Let me show you what’s under the hood.” Anderson walked over to the car and played with the hood until he popped it open. “Take a look at this engine,” Anderson said. He bent over the car. I didn’t want to admit it, but he looked so good in those jeans. Bending over the car made the denim hug his butt even more. I noticed how perfect his ass looked in those jeans! Damn it! I was mad at myself: why was this guy getting to me? “All my work keeps me busy, so I don’t have much time to work on the car. I don’t even have much time to be with the wife. It’s sometimes tough, buddy, if you know what I mean.” Anderson stepped away from the car. He was looking at me and seemed to be innocently rubbing his crotch. Everything looked so packed and tight down there. He looked at me and laughed. I laughed too. “Yeah,” I said. “I imagine it’s rough. My girlfriend lives 100 miles away. I know what you mean.” “Oh, shit, dude. That’s brutal. Even I must be gettin’ more pussy than you-- and I’m an old married man!” We both laughed. I didn’t know what to say, but it seemed things were taking a rather unexpected and erotic turn. I was nervous and didn’t exactly know what to say next. “No kiddin’ man, I don’t know what I’d do if my woman lived 100 miles away. Even right now, I never seem to get enough. I’m always horny,” Anderson laughed. “Yeah,” I countered. “Us guys need it all the time,” I laughed back. Anderson looked at me; all of a sudden he seemed serious. “Dude, you’re not shitting me. I heard the rumors about you in school,” Anderson said. Before I could say anything he continued. “You know you want this.” With that he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them mid-way down his body. Anderson was standing there in his tight, white briefs. His cock was obviously stirring between the cottony confines. “But I...” Anderson cut me off. “I’m not trying to offend you. But man, it’s okay if you like cock. In fact I’m hoping you do. I really need some relief. You need a new way to go. If you help me out, I’ll help you out on that sticker price.” I really didn’t know what to say. But he had me so turned on I felt my own cock starting to stir. “I’ve never done this before,” I said. “Dude, that’s not what I’ve heard. In school, rumor was that you liked dick,” Anderson said as he went over and closed the door. “I’m not gonna force you, but I’d really appreciate your help. I won’t tell a soul.” I didn’t know where the rumor about me came from because I’d never been with a guy before. But something in me wanted to try it. Something about this guy turned me on and it wasn’t just for a lower price on the truck. “But Anderson, I...” “Look man,” he said there still in his briefs. “We don’t have much time. If you want it, go for it. I’ll make it worth your while. We don’t have to talk.” I just looked at him. He walked over to me with his hands on my shoulders. “Just take my cock,” he said pushing me down. I dropped to my knees. Anderson’s cotton-covered crotch was in my face. I took a second just to take in the bounty. Then, as if a force I didn’t understand overtook my body, I took my hands to the waistband of his shorts on both sides and yanked down his underwear. Dangling before me was a beautiful specimen of manliness. I had been wrong: it wasn’t as big as I thought when looking at his crotch. I guess because I hadn’t been with a man I was a bad judge of crotch bulge. His dick was cut and about 3.5” inches and limply hanging over two orange-shaped testicles. “Suck that cock, man. Make it nice and hard,” Anderson said, grabbing the back of my head and pushing it toward his crotch. Slowly, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Instead of immediately going for his cock, I decided to torture him first. I began giving his balls a tongue bath and Anderson's moans told me it was getting his engine firing. "Oh, shit man, that feels so good," Anderson said. I looked up to see him with his eyes shut and leaning his head back against his '56 Chevy as though he was staring at the ceiling. At the same time on his face was a look of sheer ecstasy. As I continued licking his balls --rapidly now-- I slowly witnessed his 3.5"-incher grow to a full-blown 7" inch pecker standing at full attention. His cock grew to not only be long, but thick, too. His package was quite attractive attached to his body. "Man, this is cool. But suck my cock! I know you want that big dick! I noticed you staring at my crotch a lot since we met up today. Take my cock in your mouth," Anderson said. It was all becoming too strange to me. Here I was about to service the car salesman. I'd never been with a guy before. "I'm a bit nervous. I've never done this before," I said. "Yeah, right," Anderson said with a smile. "You're sure doing one hell of a job not to have messed around with a man before." He looked at me with that skeptical smile. "Just do what comes natural. But we gotta get on with it. Don't mean to rush you, but I've got to get back." With that I returned my attention to the swollen member sticking out straight from his body like a sturdy 2X4 board. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes and took his head in my spit-filled cavern. "Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good! That's it. Take that cock," Anderson shouted. Hearing him order me how to please him made me all the more anxious to serve him. His head tasted salty, warm and strangely pleasing inside my mouth. His shaft was so big. I barely was able to take him past his glans without feeling like my throat was going to split. I continued working over the head for a moment. "Okay, I believe it's your first cock judging on how you're doing this. I'm not complaining-- it's good. But I want to put my shaft in more. I'm gonna help you get it in." With that Anderson grabbed the back of my head and thrust his manhood into my throat. It hurt like hell! I began to gag and cough. It was hard to breathe because of the massive cock blocking my air passage. "It's called deep-throating. Just relax and your gag reflex will get better, I promise." I actually began to wonder if it was all a mistake. However, after a few minutes, Anderson's promise proved true. Taking his cock all the way in my mouth became easier and easier. "Damn, that's it. You're a good cocksucker. SHIT! Hoover's got nothing on your suck power," Anderson said as he kept his hands on head. I got so turned on with this naked stud before me pumping my throat. Anderson kept pumping for ten minutes but didn't seem close to getting his huge rocks off. He withdrew his cock from my mouth. "Dude, drop your pants and bend over this hay bale for me," Anderson said. "Hey man, I don't want any ass play," I protested. "I'm not a fag. I don't do that shit because..." "Look man, save it. I'm not judging you either way. But I really need to get off. I want a tight hole. My wife has never let me fuck her ass. The last time I got a real piece of ass, literally, was in college, with a girl. I really want to try some more. Please, it will help me out," Anderson said pleading. As he talked he walked over to a cabinet in the barn, removed a condom and a tube of lube. I figured this wasn't his first time in the barn, contrary to what he'd have me believe. "Man, I've never been ass-fucked before. I know it will hurt; it's not a turn-on for me. I told you I'm not a fag," I rebutted. "Shit, never been fucked up that ass! That shit will be tight. I gotta have some, please dude. I'll have blue balls if you leave me like this," Anderson begged. I almost felt sorry for him. "Once I pump my piston in that hole, you'll be coming back to see me every day for some more." "Okay, then. If you fuck me, I get to fuck your ass," I said. "NO!" Anderson almost sounded mad. "I don't do that shit," he said. "Well, why should I?" I inquired. "Look, I'll take another four thousand off the truck, okay? Will you shut up and give me some ass?" With that he threw the rubber on his rock hard cock. What confidence! It turned me on all the more, and four thousand off the truck was unbelievable. I was ready to spread the cheeks for Anderson. "It's only for the truck," I said indignantly wanting to act disgusted. "And dude, if you ever tell, I'm ruined." "Yeah, like I would tell someone I fucked around with another guy. Don't worry," Anderson said. "Get your ass over here. Straddle the hay bale. We don't have long. It won't take me long either. Especially since you'll be so tight." With my pants at my ankles and my shirt now off, I turned around and leaned over the hay bale. Anderson took no time finding my pucker. I couldn't imagine that big rod of his up my ass. I figured I'd be headed to the emergency room. "Now, it may hurt at first, but you'll like it once it starts. At least that's what they say," Anderson said. "First, I'm gonna prepare that rosebud of yours with some lube off my fingers." I felt Anderson's index finger against the opening of my hole. I knew my hole was tight and Anderson even seemed to have trouble getting his greased finger in. "Shit man, this hole is going to be tight. Oh fuck yea! I gotta hurry. This is enough to make me bust a nut." Anderson played with my butt for another few minutes. The finger he had in me didn't really hurt that bad. It was just uncomfortable, a bit. Then his finger play abruptly stopped. I knew what was coming and I sort of dreaded it. "Okay, dude. Brace yourself. I'm about to plug that ultra tight pucker with my rod. Hold on to the hay bale. I'll start off gently." The next instant his huge cock head was knocking at the door of my anus. My anus didn't seem to want to answer. He pushed and within a second or two, part of the head had slid in. "Oh, shit that hurts so bad," I yelled. My ass felt like it was on fire. I knew he was barely in. "Just wait a second. The pain will go away in a few," Anderson said. "I don't think you'll get it in," I protested. "Dude, just think about all the money you'll save when I do," Anderson let out a grunt as he said it. He had put so much pressure on my hole his cock head was now in me. "Oh, it hurts! It hurts!" I screamed. "Dude, it's some tight shit. It's the tighest shit I've ever stuck. Oooh," Anderson said. With that he took all his manly strength and shoved the remainder of his cock into my ass! "Uggghhh! Oh fuck!!! Fuck!!! It's so fucking tight!" Anderson screamed. I let out a loud scream myself. I felt like he was killing me. I was pissed at the way he was raping my ass. "Stop it, stop!!" I screamed. My screams only encouraged him to go faster. Before I knew it, Anderson was pumping my ass as hard and fast as he could. I screamed in pain as he screamed in ecstasy. "Oh shit, dude!!! This is the best fucking pussy-- it's better than pussy!! I swear I'd marry you just for this ass if you were a chick," Anderson continued pumping and grunting. I was actually beginning to feel good. I didn't want to admit it: the pain had turned to pleasure. I thought maybe it was the hay bale he was pushing me into, but I began to feel a pressure inside, against my penis, but it felt as though it were coming from deep inside my body. It was growing more and more intense. "Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm about to cum," Anderson said. "OOOOOH! SHIT!!!" With that his hips buckled ferociously and his whole body spasmed as he emptied his loads of cum in my de-virginized ass! The pressure of it all on my prostate fired my circuits and my jizz shot out, looking like someone had spilled creamy frosting on the hay bale. Anderson stood there for a moment with his cock in my ass before withdrawing. I could already tell it was beginning to grow flaccid. He grabbed on to one of the barn rails when he withdrew and took off the condom and threw it on the floor. "Man, I've never had any shit that good," Anderson said. "Yeah, whatever. That's why you have condoms out here with lube," I said "Man, I swear it's just been me and my wife here. Well, we used to. She hasn't put out in months," Anderson said. "Are you okay?" he asked, walking over to me with his naked cock bouncing in its limp state. "Yeah, I guess. I'll just be walking funny for awhile," I said. Everything in my insides ached, but pleasurably. As it turns out, Anderson knocked five thousand off the truck. I don't know that I'd ever let it happen again, but I get so turned on thinking about him. I've never let anyone else have a piece of my ass. In fact, I plan to marry my girlfriend next spring and I'm trying to forget the way he worked me over. But I don't think I'll ever be able to do that, at least not completely. Whenever I see him on the local TV ads pushing cars, I get hard instantly thinking about his big stick shift.