Gay Erotic Stories

The windows are open and a light cool breeze is blowing into my room where I'm stuck in a pile of books required for my Landscape Design 102 course. The finals are close and I have already shot half the weekend reviewing the course materials. It's Saturday night and I'm dull to the books, drifting into a dreamy thing that is a mix of this text which covers the varieties of pine trees and more, important to me, my need for Jeffrey. Pinus, Jeffrey I. P., Jeffreyi Jeffrey Pine. I drop into a non-study haze where pinus and penis get all mixed up. Only my Jeff, all six feet of him remains clear to me...and all six inches of his sprung P. rigida.... My desire for Jeff predicts that our relationship will go beyond the touching of our branches in the breeze. My P. rigida will meet his P. rigida and I will have my way with him laying my wood at his bungeana--P. bungeana with its bushy habit. My cock will be at his bung hole and when it comes to this he will be singing a canary song as I enter him. Oh, Strobus, Strobus et Radiata! Oh Jeff, you are a specimen which I shall plant well. I rejoice in your dark bark and your great height. You were so easy to get to know--you had that gracious relaxed way of being human that comes from good breeding. Jeffrey you are P. aristata, first class. Between your legs is something amazing: You have wood there that is long timber. You have a Lodge Pole Pine there whose wood you have let show in the changing room and that wood, like P. compacta, is hard and workable. Dropping your sweaty red shorts on the locker room bench was a treat you gave my eyes pretending that you weren't showing anything off. Penis pendula, pungent and ready. Thinking you were merely sending off sparks was a mistake in your thinking. You don't yet know that between my legs is a lightning bolt, 100,000 volts of sex electricity. Yes, I may only be a creamy-fleshed wannabe, but know this my, Jeffreyi, my shot will split your wood--fastigiata, fastigiata! My own meat has become P. Ponderosa. It is my in-the-pants P. oculis-draconis. My spirit is changed and I am taken by a lusty urge to walk down the hall to your room and shake your tree so that I may get free of this contorted game and just tell you of my need. It is time to end this dropping of dead seed so that we can release our true seed, alive, upon one another. Oh Jeffreyi, oh mugo, I am at your Slash Pine door. Let me in! You and I in the flesh will sting each other with risings of the Sugar Pine and the Bishop Pine. Take me in your arms. Let us strip one another and fuck. Flexilis! High cumulus clouds above us have a dark stormy warning in them, but let us fly into them anyway. I need to cum with you, in you, with severe wood spewing globosa--globs of cum. Let our tongues tangle. Let our lips press into hollows of our bodies where our seed lays strewn. That's it, let me put my hand around your pole as you, Jeff, play mine.