Gay Erotic Stories

You may remember in my first story I mentioned that three of my four sexual experiences during the Fair were with guys named Charles, or variations thereof. First there was Chaz; on the third day was Charles (in between was TeeJay); and on the last day I attended, I linked up with a hot dude who liked to be called either Chuck or Charlie. He was back behind the midway, shirtless, working on the engine of one of the traveling company's pickup trucks. Young (22, I found out later -- half my age), fairly clean-shaven (a few stray whiskers on the chin and upper lip), a little over six feet tall, athletically lean and lithe, and pretty gregarious. Longish, wavy, rusty hair peeking out from under his red-white-and-blue Braves cap, blue-green eyes, ready smile. Broad shoulders and hairless (but very grimy) chest leading down to about a 28 waist, and a six-pack stomach. And every time he'd bend over to reach for something under that truck's hood, I'd get an eyeful of beautiful, round, denim-covered ass ... and the band of his grayed cotton briefs. My mouth started watering immediately. As I shuffled my feet in the gravel several yards behind him, he came out from under the hood, straightened up and looked over toward me. He nodded his head and smiled, giving me the excuse to say something. "How's work today?" "Not too bad at all," he replied. "Glad it's not so humid today." "Wish I had someone like you to work on my van!" I said. "Got some problems with it?" he asked. "No, no, not right now. I mean in general." "You local?" he asked. "Yeah, I live just north of town." "Well, I'm south of the city. Go ahead and call me whenever you need your van worked on." He handed me his card, prompting me to introduce myself. He reached out his grimy hand and said, "I'm Charlie ... Chuck ... either way." I grabbed his hand and shook it. "Nice meeting you man! It might not be real humid out today, but you still look pretty hot." He flashed me that quick smile once again. "What time you outta here today?" I asked. "I'll buy you a beer." He told me that, in fact, he was about to wrap things up, and would love a brew or two as soon as he could get showered and shampooed. So we made arrangements to meet at the Rotary Club tent in a half-hour. About twenty minutes later, as the sun just started to go down, here came Charlie, looking even better (and considerably cleaner) than before, in a clean white t-shirt that he'd cut the sleeves off of, and a tight-fitting pair of Levis. We drove to a music club and enjoyed the duo that sang some of their own songs, and lots of popular country hits. After my two beers and Charlie's three, I started feeling bold and brought our conversation to the subject of sex. Didn't really take long to find out that Charlie considered himself straight, but had some curiosities about man-to-man activity. I told him that I was fully bi, and pretty experienced in the giving head department. He had another beer. After he finished it, and the duo took a break, I suggested that we drive up to my place. He was feeling pretty good, cracking jokes, as we jumped into my van and headed north. Along the way, I spoke up: "Y'know, Charlie, I have good hands, and I give a real good massage ... think you might be up for that?" "Yeah, I would! Do you charge for that?" "Oh, I don't do it for money. It's not what I do for a living." "Cool," was his reply. Before too long we got off of the interstate and arrived at my place. I fed the dog, and when the dog was through eating, Charlie asked if he could take him out for a walk. Cool! A dude who likes dogs. I watched out the window as Charlie and the pup played in the yard for a while. They were already good buds. After a while they came back in. I had set up a video for Charlie's enjoyment. I had the dog lie down in the corner, and said, "Well sir, if you'd like that nice, relaxing massage now, go ahead and lie down on the couch." "All right," Charlie smiled. He pulled the shirt over his head, letting me see his washboard abs without all the dirt and grease, for the first time. And his armpits, with ample silky, sandy-colored hair, were 'way sexy. He shook his head to make his hair fall back where he liked it, kicked off his tennis shoes, pulled a pillow over to the end of the sofa, and got face down with his arms under his head. I went to work. His neck and shoulder muscles were a bit tight from all that bending and leaning, so I kneaded them and used my thumbs to put pressure along the muscles with a circular motion. He smiled and mumbled how good it felt, joking, "I'll give you an hour-and-a-half to quit that!" I chuckled, and continued down his spine. I took extra time at the lower back, which I know to be quite an erogenous zone. He loved it. Every once in a while, I'd let my hands stray to his gorgeous ass for a second or two, just to gauge his reaction. He didn't seem to mind. So I told him, “Okay, time to do your legs. Go ahead and get rid of these jeans." Charlie sat up, unfastened the button and the fly, and stripped down to his briefs, tossing the jeans on the nearby chair. I loooove white briefs, and he was pretty obviously getting hard under the material. He lay back down, in the same position as before. Damn, his ass looked good! I turned on the TV and started the VCR. On came a porn movie with a plot. A hunky country singer was coming offstage, and had to walk through a flock of groupies. He signed all their autographs, posed for pictures with some of them, and leaned over to let this gorgeous brunette whisper something into his ear. He smiles and nods his head; the handlers take the girls out of the backstage area ... except for the brunette. They go into his dressing room and suck, lick, and fuck. Great plot! Charlie is watching the porn attentively as I work on his legs and feet. He's really enjoying the massage, and occasionally, he makes a request: "Hey man, do my calf muscles a little more, okay?" I oblige, of course. "Hey man, would you do my glutes some more?" Who am I to say no? After a long massage, my hands and fingers are beginning to tire. So I get bold. "Y'know, Charlie, some body parts are best massaged with lips and tongue." "Yeah," he replied, "I'm kinda looking forward to that." "Well, why don't you go ahead and roll over?" He does so. This dude is soooooo hot! He's on his back now, with his arms up behind his head ... his beautiful face framed by sinewy biceps, and the reddish shock of curly hair on his forehead. For my first lip contact, I kiss his upper chest, occasionally flicking with my tongue. He makes a suggestion: "Lick on my nipples, okay?" So I do. I bathe them with kisses, licks, and sucks, alternating titties every 15 seconds or so. I move up toward those sexy armpits, and I can't resist. I bury my face in his right pit ... inhaling his delicious scent, licking the sensitive skin under his patch of silky hair. My right hand is caressing his tummy, hairless except for a little path under his navel. He takes my hand in his, and moves it down a bit. I am now grasping his stiff cock. "Rub my balls for a while, will ya man!" So I keep licking his titties and the nearest armpit, move my hand down to his crotch, and massage those big, hard orbs with my warm palm. He grinds himself into my hand with his hip movements. Soon, he lifts up his hips, saying, "Lemme get these off." He slips his thumbs under the elastic band of his briefs, and hikes them down. Kicking up his legs, off come the underpants. I get my first glimpse at his long (7.5 or 8 inches), narrow (about the thickness of a Polish sausage), delicious prick. The head is almost perfectly shaped, and I have to admit -- as much as I dislike the custom of circumcision, Charlie's doctor did a nice job. This guy has one of the nicest cocks I've ever seen. I move down toward his crotch, and catch the delightful musky aroma. I bury my face and nuzzle his nuts. I gently take hold of his cock, and begin to run my tongue up the shaft. But I'm stopped. "Not yet! Not yet!" says Charlie in a loud whisper. I look up at his handsome face, with a question in my eyes. "I'll let you know when," he smiles. "Keep doin' what you were doin'." So I go back to nuzzling and licking his big balls. "Lick underneath my rocks," he orders, so I do. He moves his legs apart to give me room to lift them gently with my hands, and maneuver my tongue. Damn, he smells good. Charlie speaks up again after several minutes: "There's something I'd like to try, that no girl has ever wanted to do. And if you don't want to either, it's Okay. I understand." I looked up at him. "I think I'd be willing to do just about anything for you," I assured him. “Okay, well, would you be willing to stick your tongue in my ass?" I answered that one by placing my hands under his legs above his knees, and lifting. This gorgeous ass was mine to enjoy! First, I played around and teased his nuts and his perineum with my tongue. After a while, I started tickling his ass and the crack between his cheeks, with my tongue and lips. Just as I was about to go for the hole, he spoke through gritted teeth: "Go ahead and lick my asshole now." So I parted the ass cheeks with my fingers and dove in. What a delicious ass! I could feast on this for hours. Every time I looked up at Charlie's face, he was smiling. (I told you he was friendly!) I kept slurping on his ass, nibbling on the inner parts of the cheeks, and sticking my tongue in as far as I could get it. Charlie was getting into this with every ounce of his being. "Lick my balls, man!" he shouted suddenly. So I let him bring his legs down to rest, and I went to work on the contents of his tightening scrotum. With his left hand, he took his prick and pointed it up toward the ceiling. "Lick up and down my dick." I follow such directions really well. I flicked my tongue up and down, along the blue, throbbing vein and back down ... up to the head, which I sucked into my mouth and got a tasty drop of pre-cum. "Not yet man, not yet!" Damn, this guy has the patience of Job, fer cryin' out loud! So I went back to running my mouth up and down the cock, and occasionally lapping at his nuts. At last, Charlie spoke up: “Okay man, take my cock. Suck it all in." His obedient servant, I moved up and deep throated him. He groaned, and started pumping into my face, slowly at first, as I moved my tongue around the shaft, his pubes tickling my nose and my chin. His cock, as I mentioned before, was perfect. I love a long and narrow one. I could live on that! This prick was so suckable. And its owner was more responsive than most. I think Charlie had every muscle tensed as he got closer and closer to his eruption. "Suck that cock, man! Suck it good! Oh yeah! Just like that!" I sucked it in and let it out, just like a piston engine. "Got-dam you got a good mouth. Suck that dick!" After a while longer, Charlie spoke again: "You gonna drink my jazz, man? You gonna drink it?" "Mmmmm," was all I could say. "Oh yeah, suck it outta me, man!" "MMMMM,” I said again. Soon he was pumping my face fairly wildly. "Get ready!" Charlie announced, "it's comin' soon!" I already knew that, because I could feel his cock getting harder and harder, pulsating more and more. Suddenly Charlie shouted out in gales of laughter. I wasn't sure what he was finding so funny, but I kept on sucking his beautiful tool, and when I looked up, he was totally getting into it. He laughed harder and harder, louder and louder, when suddenly I tasted his laughter as it squirted in my mouth and down my throat. Thick, delicious laughter. And after I swallowed five or six times, his laughter and his body spasms began subsiding. His incredible tool began growing soft as I let this thing of beauty slip from my lips. I kissed his nuts, which were moving back to their normal position (they'd all but disappeared up inside him while he was cumming) ... gently kissed and licked up his chest and around his neck ... that's when he grabbed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth, and sucked on my lower lip. This I was not expecting! His mouth tasted great, too! He then fell back on the couch, spent. I gently massaged his legs and feet for a while, and he dropped off to sleep. I just stayed where I was. In 15 or 20 minutes, he sat upright. I did, too. Wordlessly, he started dressing. I told him what a hot dude he is, and how much I enjoyed what had just occurred. He replied, "I enjoyed it too. Y'know, I wanted to try it once, just to see. I don't know if I'll ever do it again, though." I told him, "Well, anytime you just want to get your nuts off, with no games or bullshit, just give me a shout, okay?" I gave him my work number and my home number. He said, "Cool. And don't forget, if you have van trouble, you got my number. But don't go leavin' any personal messages on my machine, okay? It's not private." I assured him I wouldn't do that. I drove him back to the fairgrounds, where he got into his car, waved, flashed me that friendly smile, and headed south. I wonder if I'll ever see Charlie again. Hasn't happened, so far. Meanwhile, there’s always the next State Fair to look forward to!