Gay Erotic Stories

Sally and Jim were friends of a friend who went out one night with a group of us. The drinks were flowing pretty good, and before midnight Sally promised Jim a blowjob when they got home, since it was the day before Jim's birthday. The drunker she got, the sloppier she got, and Jim was pretty vocal that she was going to have to swallow his load, which apparently Sally didn't do very often, if ever. The drunker she got, the trashier she became, telling Jim in explicit detail how she was going to blow him until he ripped loose down her throat...it made for a lively evening of laughter, and we all envied Jim. Except that at about 12:30, Sally started to get sick and had to relieve herself in the bar bathroom...by the time she reappeared, she was pretty well shot for the night. You could tell Jim was hacked, and had been looking for the head job she had promised--he was genuinely pissed off. I felt bad for her too, since Jim was fucking gorgeous, a former college wrestler with a tiny waist , muscular thighs, and long black hair to go with a slender, tanned face. He loved to wear flannel long sleeve shirts rolled up to the elbow to show off his hairy, muscular forearms. And he almost always let his shirt open up to about the third button to show off an expanse of black, silky chest hair. As we broke up to go home, I was pretty trashed also, but still fluent enough to ask for a ride home while I left my car in the parking lot. Jim offered me a ride since I lived on the way to his place, which was about a 20 minute ride. I watched as he disgustedly carried his wife, now passed out, to the white pickup truck...he unceremoniously laid her down on a packing blanket int he back of the truck..."fuck her...if she pukes again, I can just hose it down..." he said to me as I climbed in the front of the truck with him. A few minutes after we took off I took the time to look at his crotch...yes, the bulge was there....I had noticed it in his pants in the bar when she was rubbing his cock and talking trash to him...big talk, but unfortunately for Jim had ended without anything worth while. We made a bit of small talk--we don't really know each other--and we kept it casual. After a few minutes I brought up Sally's condition, and he went off on her... "Fucking bitch! Just like her...big talk and then...shit!" was all he could spit out. I asked him, "Is she that good?" He turned to look at me and said coldly "No...but she promised...and even if she gives shitty head, at least it is head. Normally she doesn't suck me unless she is trashed out...I just let that window of opportunity slip away...and I had been looking forward to it." We drove on in the pitch black. I thought for a moment, and then went after it. "Pull over Jim," I said, as if I was about to heave... The pickup pulled over immediately to the side of the country road. The digital clock read 2 AM. "What...you need to puke too?" he asked, a little exasperated? I just looked at him..."No...I just wanted to ask you if you were really looking forward to getting head tonight, or if you think you will live until tomorrow..." He looked puzzled..."What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked me. "Let's just say that I would help you out, but it would have to be your idea and with your permission," I told him in an even voice, staring at his eyes. The black eyes looked intently at me, then he checked the rear view mirror, glancing at Sally's lifeless body in the back. He stared back into my eyes. I felt uneasy, but I realized that he hadn't said "No" yet, which was very telling...he was thinking about it. His face relaxed a moment.. "C'mon...get me off." he said. I felt a tingle in my body as he said the magic words. I reached across the console and placed my right hand on his cock, rubbing the heavy denim fabric. I could feel his stiffness grow under my touch as we looked at each other, then my eyes dropped down towards his cock...I could faintly see the rise in his pants in the pale green dashboard light. He began to unbuckle his belt, and then unfastened his button of his jeans. I heard the snap "pop" as it sprung open. Still massaging his cock through his pants, my fingers went to the zipper. Pulling it slowly down, it snagged momentarily until he arched his back a little more and allowed me to pull the zipper down more easily. It came down quickly, the sound exiting my ears. He pushed his pants down, as well as his underwear, and his cock sprang up in the dim light. Cleanly cut, it was perfect...and hard. "I ain't cum all week...this won't take long" he said in a soft, confident tone. I leaned across and took his cock in my hand, lowering my head into his lap. His cock was hot to the touch, and my lips could feel the heat as his tip slid effortlessly between my lips, which were pressed tightly around the shaft as it went in. He arched his back again, pushing his own hips up and forward to meet my mouth. I circled my lips and took it all the way in...my nose felt the crinkly pubes of his bush when it was all the way in, and I made sure that my tongue ran the length of his penis while my lips tugged at the skin to increase the pressure. My forehead brushed against the soft fabric of his flannel shirt. The hot flesh filled my mouth. He wasn't lying about cumming quickly, either. I could feel the tension rise in his hips, and then a sweet, salty taste of pre-cum as the first few drops entered my mouth. I brought the cock out of my mouth and savored the tip of it, sucking it in and out of my mouth without taking more than two inches of the shaft at a time. My right hand worked the slippery shaft, and my thumb slid back and forth across the soft underbelly of his dick while my lips sucked harder the tip... The pace quickened and I felt it was time. I buried the shaft all the way into my throat and gave it three or four deep sucks before holding it all the way in. Feeling the head against the back of my throat and the roof of my mouth, .I breathed through my nose and could smell the heavy fragrance of the glandular aroma. Within seconds I felt the warmth flood my mouth, the silky strands of cum filtering into my mouth...jet after jet...he must have shot five loads into my mouth as my lips backed off to suck the tip like a section of orange... Cum drenched my mouth and I swallowed the whole load after it had collected there at the base...it's heavy, thick texture sticking there for a moment or two...I could taste the cum in my nose. probably got a small shot of it in my nose from the inside, and it stung a bit...but the sweetness of the rest of it was almost too much...I could feel my own cock leaking into my own pants... Just as he finished cumming I took my hand and stroked myself quickly though my own pants and felt my own load jettison into my underwear. T he stickiness and sliminess oozing all through my underwear into my own lap, onto my thighs beneath the fabric. Jim started the truck and I lifted my head. He glanced again at his useless wife in the flat bed. Putting the truck into gear, he drove me the rest of the way home. By the time I got inside my apartment and guzzled a bottle of cold water, the taste of his luscious cum was almost a faint memory.