Gay Erotic Stories

It had been a hot sultry June day. I was home from college for the summer working on the family farm, and the crew and I had just finished getting 1100 bales of hay put up. It had been a real bitch. A little over 400 bales had to go in an old two-room house held together with barbed wire and having hardly any ventilation. The sun beat down on the tin roof, and naturally we all shed our shirts and the sweat had poured down our bodies, soaking our jeans. As each wagon-load of hay went in, the inside crew, which included me, immediately stepped out of the old house to catch our breath and cool off in the shade of the large oak tree growing next to the house. A breather of more than 5 minutes between loads was rare. The crew ranged in age from 19 to 26. We were all in good shape, and our muscles were well toned. The last load of hay came in from the field a little after 6 p.m. After making plans for the next day's work, the crew went home and, being the boss's son, I was left to close up the buildings and put the tractors up. It was only a few miles to Little Green, a spring-fed swimming hole, and I decided to drive over for a quick dip before going home. I had forgotten about the heavy rains a few days before, and parked off the shoulder of the road. I shucked my shoes and socks and underwear, but decided, since the swimming hole was within sight of the road, to keep my jeans on. The cold spring water was bracing, and after a few minutes I decided I could head for the house. But when I got to the car and started out, I found I was stuck in the mud. Shit! Fortunately, Little Green was only a half mile from Flint, a little wide spot in the road whose commercial area consisted of a little half-day post office, a trailer house housing a hairdresser's shop, and an old gas station/garage. A high school classmate of mine ran the garage now, so I walked to Jake's place to ask him to pull me out of the mud. Jake was a year or so older than I was. He had to be held back one year in grade school due to illness, but had gone on to eventually become president of the National Honor Society. He was one of those guys blessed with a natural physical definition, which he did not have to work too hard to keep looking good. He had thick black wavy hair and a heavy beard from the time he was 15, and as he matured his chest hair and the line running down to his navel was just thick enough to define his musculature, but not so abundant as to be Neanderthal. The little garage was terribly hot as well, and as I walked in I saw Jake leaning over a motor. He too was shirtless, but wearing overalls, and sweat was running down his torso. I told him my situation, and he said sure. He was just getting ready to close up shop and head home, and since he had to go by Little Green on the way, he'd just take the tow truck and pull me out — no charge, he said. Great! Jake went ahead and finished changing out the spark plugs on the little Fairlane he was working on, and went to the rest room to get the grime off his hands. He didn't bother to close the rest room door as no one else was around. We bantered a bit about old classmates, where they had gone, who was seeing whom, and the like. As I watched Jake take a leak in the old yellowed toilet, I remembered back in junior high when he caught me taking a piss in the locker/shower room after a PE class one day. I was only 14 at the time, and Jake was amazed that a thin, wiry guy like myself could have such a big cock. As he stood toweling himself off and watching me that afternoon, I remember his own cock, semi-flaccid though it was, was pretty good-sized. But that had been five years ago. It was still a little over 90 degrees as the sun approached the western horizon. Jake and I piled in the old tow truck and rattled down the dirt road to where I was stuck. "Taking a dip sounds like a good idea as hot as it is," Jake said. "Are you in a hurry to get home?" Not really, I admitted. I just didn't want to leave my car stuck there all night and have to hoof it back. "Okay," Jake said. "I'll get you out and you can pull up to that fence gate up there, and you can join me. Okay?” “Sounds like a plan to me,” I said. I watched Jake's muscles tense and ripple as he pulled the towing cable from the wench and hooked on to my car. The motor whined as the car came out, slick as a whistle. He unhooked the car and pulled up to the driveway at the fence gate a few yards away, and I parked alongside him. "I feel like skinny-dipping," Jake said. "Why don't we go round the bend where we can't be seen from the road?" My cock began to stiffen a little as I thought of Jake's naked body. "Okay," I said, "you lead the way." We crossed the low-water bridge and hiked along the shore about 100 yards where another deep-water area had been scoured out by the recent rains. Jake leaned against a tree and removed his shoes and socks while I kicked off my own shoes. As he began to remove his overalls, I saw he was wearing no underwear. Jake's genitalia had definitely gotten bigger since we were freshmen. I whistled. "My God, man. You used to talk about how hung I was, but look at you! You're hung like a heater hose on a Mack truck." Jake grinned, and scratched his balls a bit. "Yeah," he said, "the ladies love it. You gonna get in the water, or stand there gawking?" I blushed, and unsnapped my jeans and Jake pulled off his overalls. I hadn't bothered to put my underwear back on — it was still in the back floorboard of my car. Jake dove in, splashing the cool water on my legs and came up for air just as I was hanging my jeans on the tree. "Thanks a lot, asshole," I teased. "That water's cold." Jake eyed my semi-erect cock and said, "Doesn't look like it made you shrink any. You're hung even better than I remember." "Yeah," I said. "I don't get any complaints." "So you gonna stand there showing off, or get in the water?" Jake prompted. I dove in, the cold water forcing my ball sac to squeeze tight. My arm brushed against Jake's leg as I came up, wiping my wet hair back from over my eyes. "Brrr," I said, "that'll make a little bitty boy out of a man real quick." Jake's hands were underwater, and I could feel the water being stirred up around my waist. I turned a little and his hand came in contact with my cock. "Hngh," I sort of grunted and moaned. "D'ja like that?" Jake asked. I looked him straight in the eye and said, "Don't start anything you can't finish, man." With an evil grin, Jake grabbed my crotch and pressed my balls and cock against my crotch, and put his other arm around me pulling me toward him. I put one hand out to trace the dark line of hair running down his belly, and squeezed his butt with the other. Our hard cocks touched underneath the water as he gripped me close to him and roughly started kissing me, our beard stubble scratching each other. I could smell Jake's body odor as he gripped me close to him. With his arms wrapped around me, we moved to shallower water, our cocks pressing against each other, and our tight ball sacs tightly shifting against each other's crotch. Jake moved his hand to my shoulders and started to force me down on my knees. I hesitated, intrigued by his cock, but not eager to kneel before another man. Our lips unlocked and I began to bow, my lips tracing his hairy chest. Jake's hands rested on my shoulders and came up to press my face against him. He forced my head down his chest, having me stop at his nipples, already hard from the cold water. Jake's one hand took my cock while he guided my face to his left armpit with the other, making me lick it while he stroked my cock. The smell of his armpit overwhelmed me as I licked the hairy region. Jake continued to stroke my cock. He gripped my balls and tugged, milking it. Finally he guided my face to his cock head. "Taste it,” he growled. "You've wanted to since you were 14." I whimpered, the tip of his shaft poking against my chin. "Taste my cock head," he repeated, sounding almost threatening. "You've always wanted to. I've seen you watching my cock before." I saw precum fluid seep from his dick. "Lick my cock slit," he said, forcing my face to where my mouth was in front of the raging purple head. His cock was so big and bold, so fat. I wanted to taste it. "I want you to," Jake confessed. "I want you to so fucking bad — ever since we were young." As he finished his sentence he forced my mouth over his cock head. As I knelt before him, his right foot glided back and forth against my own swollen cock, making me gag and moan at the same time. The water pulled at our legs as I began to taste this man cock I had been longing for. My mouth was stuffed with Jake's steely velvet shaft. My nose pressed against his pubic hair, and his man scent filled my head. "Lick my shaft," Jake said, as my fingers slid from his cock to his crack. My index finger rubbed against his ass hole as I nursed on his cock Jake roughly pulled me to my feet and then quickly knelt before me. Taking my cock in his mouth, he splashed some water onto my ass to make it wet again. As I looked down past that head of thick black hair perched on my shaft, I noticed his feet were almost blue from the cold water. My shaft pulsed as Jake sucked on it. The cold water made my balls hurt. We moved to the grass, and Jake lay back. The sun was setting and Venus was shining in the eastern sky. Kneeling at Jake's head, I leaned over, my cock in his face as I took his dick into my mouth again. His cock towered high as I worked it deeper into my mouth. He moved his tongue over my hard cock, tasting the lake water still dripping from my body. I fully swallowed his long hard dick, my nose pressed against his balls. Jake moved his mouth towards my ass, making it wet and burying his face in my ass as he bucked his cock down my throat. He opened my ass with his tongue, his heavy beard scratching the inside of my thighs. He pulled me back and I stroked his cock as his tongue moved deeper. His big hairy cock leaked as he tongued me and I began to stroke my meat and his. "It feels so good, Jake," I exclaimed. His cock was ready to explode. He spun around and slowly made me squat over his hard dripping cock. He lifted my head to kiss me and his tongue entered my mouth as I felt the head of his cock on my asshole. I ached to be filled as I leaned over to kiss him. I stroked his cock as he began to penetrate my asshole. I tried to stay up, but Jake pulled me down. He thrust his cock into my ass and I almost screamed, but I buried my tongue in his mouth instead. Jake arched his back up to get deep into me and my cock bounced against his hard pecs and washboard stomach as he bucked against me. Jake gripped my cock and stroked me as his dick burrowed deep inside me. "I want you to squirt that load," Jake said, as I began to feel the cum begin to rise up my shaft. "I want your cum inside me, stud," I said, wiggling my ass and squeezing his powerfully huge tool. Jake couldn't take his eyes off my cock and lifted his head and licked his lips, begging for my cum. Jake was ready to dump into my hot tight ass. "Eat my cum, man," I groaned. "Oh yeah," Jake said, that evil grin shining. "Cum on my tongue man. I'm ready to share my load!" We both bucked back and forth as we shot our loads. Jake took my cock in his mouth and, stroking my shaft, swallowed the last couple of shots, but not before some of my cum splattered on his hairy chest and face. With his cock still up my ass, he took his fingers and wiped up the cum and put it in his mouth and swallowed. "Nice load, man," he said. "You're a better fuck than I ever imagined." '"Oh man, Jake," I moaned, wiggling my ass over his still twitching cock. "You're one helluva stud, too." We laid back a bit and caught our breath, then got back in the creek and cleaned each other off. Jake and I became fuck buddies and went swimming together a lot that summer. By the next summer he had gone to work in Kansas City, and we lost touch with each other. Last I heard he had gotten some gal pregnant, and I went on to get married myself. But I never will forget that long-awaited fulfillment of a horny adolescent's fantasy, and I doubt that he has forgotten me either.