Gay Erotic Stories

On the second evening of the State Fair, I went in to look for Chaz again. But at his booth, instead of Chaz, there was this really nasty hefty ugly lumpy dude. So I walked around and cruised the crowds a while. There was some very nice cock walking around there. After an hour or so, I was getting hungry (for food). Something smelled really good -- smoky and fragrant -- and soon I found where the odor was coming from: this little shish kabob stand. Behind it was this gorgeous green-eyed, wavy-haired, clean-shaven Irish redhead, 30-ish. Redheads. They make me drool uncontrollably. So when I got up to the front of the line, I struck up friendly conversation while I chose what kind of shish kabob I wanted. He made it for me to order, laid it on a bed of rice, and handed it over in return for my $3.50. I stood aside to eat, to look at his muscled, hairless arms, check out his round little ass and pooched-out basket, and wait for an opportunity to make my move on this hunk. I just loved the way he moved. Sex-aaaay! A youngish couple got served their meals, and when they walked away, nobody else was there at the stand but Red and me. So I started chatting him up again. "Bet you'll be glad to have a beer when this night's over, huh?" "Oh yeah," he replied. "Shit, I wish I could have one right now!" "Well, what time are you off?" "'Bout midnight." "Wanna come over and get showered-up, have a beer or two, watch some porn, maybe get your rocks off?" (Hey, it worked last night, right?!) Red's jaw dropped as I took another bite of my chicken shishka. I kept up the eye contact, and he got this strange look on his face ... started laughing and shaking his head. "Just get the fuck away from here now, okay? Gawddam!" I can take a hint. I apologized for offending him (I gotta keep my class act goin'!) and left that vicinity. Still batting .500, though, counting last night. So I kept walking around the midway and looking for another target. And there he is: Running one of those horrible rapid-spinning rides. The kind of ride that, if I get on, I'll lose every fucking meal I've had in the last month. But there at the controls of the popular Scramble (Scrambler?) is this lean, tanned, long-legged sandy blonde ... 30-ish ... a couple of days’ growth on his handsome face, along with a well-groomed moustache. Unfiltered Camel between his lips ... Sleeveless t-shirt occasionally reveals his well-defined pecs, if I look just right ... and very suckable nipples. And every time he raises those arms to reach the higher controls, I get a glimpse of his sandy blonde armpit hair. I picture curlier hair of the same color around his cock and balls, and silky hair of that hue surrounding his asshole. I'm pitching a major tent in my jeans as I stand there taking in the dude's beauty. Just totally sexy. Our eyes meet a couple of times, and he keeps acting nonchalant. Suddenly I notice he's wearing a wedding band. I love a challenge! I step over and start talking. "Man, if I get on a ride like that, I'll lose every fucking meal I've had in the last month." "Yeah, some guy did that yesterday. It ain't pleasant." We laughed together. Good start. His accent indicated ... I don't know ... Mississippi? Louisiana? "Bet you could use a beer or two, after a day like this, huh?" "Naw, I had to give it up a couple of years ago. I liked it too much." Shit. He started the motor on the ride once again, sending it into its usual cycle. "What's your name?" "TeeJay," he replied. "Nice meeting you, TeeJay." I told him my name, reached out my hand, he shook it pretty firmly. Nice grip. "Is that T-J, the letters?" "Nope," he corrected, "T-E-E-J-A-Y." We shot the shit for a few minutes. I took a deep breath and started seriously thinking about how I would make my proposal, without the beer option. Idea. "Hey TeeJay, check out the titties on that brunette!" His eyes followed mine over to this very hot little southern belle with wide hips, short-shorts, and tank top. She was bending over to rearrange her bag. "Ooo, hot-dam!" he let out. "Man," he continued. "That's the kinda bitch likes to tease ya until you're ready to squirt in your pants. Then she just walks away, y'know?" "I know," I replied. "That was every date I ever had in high school!" He laughed. I laughed. That got us on the subject of sex, and pretty soon, I was reasonably sure I caught some movement in the crotch of his 401's. Here was my chance. "So ... what time are you off tonight?" "We close at 12,” he replied. "Wanna come by, get cleaned up, maybe watch some porn and get your nuts off?" He seemed surprised, but not especially bothered by this. In fact, he said "Damn, I'd go for that ... but my wife's comin' to get me at the gate as soon as I'm done with work." Fuck. We made small talk for a few more minutes. Suddenly, I could almost see a light bulb above his head. "Hang out for a minute," he said. On a shelf near the control panel, was his cell phone. He dialed some numbers, waited a few seconds, and I heard his side of the conversation. "Jerry,” he shouted into the phone. Or maybe it was "Sherry" ... or "Gary" ... maybe even "Jamie" ... whatever. It was noisy there. Anyway, he continued talking to someone who was obviously his supervisor. "What happened to that break I was supposed to get?" A pause. "How 'bout now?" Pause. "Okay, cool!" He beeped off the cell phone, and came back to me. He pointed to a spot about 40 feet down the path. "Go stand right over there for about five minutes." So I stood over next to the baby merry-go-round, and kept my eye on TeeJay while I cruised the beautiful guys in attendance. As if on cue, once five minutes passed, I saw TeeJay bounding toward me. When he got within five feet, he shouted, "Follow me! Hurry up! Run!" So I did. I have no sense of direction at all. So I had to keep up with his pace. It was nice to be behind him, watching that gorgeous, muscular ass move. He darted between these stands, up this path, down that gangway, through this barn, between these buildings, and when we got to a stretch of grass, there was a line of semi-trailers and trailer-homes. We got to the door of one of the trailer homes, and TeeJay said, "Wait right here." He jumped up the three stairs, opened the door, and I heard two or three syllables from inside. TeeJay said, "Sorry!" A few more grunts from inside the trailer, and TeeJay replied, "Naw, that's okay, I'll keep lookin'." We went to the next trailer, and he repeated, "Wait here a second." Which I did. He went in, and almost instantly stuck his head out the door and motioned me in. We went inside the trailer, which obviously used to be lived in. The kitchen still had a fridge and a sink, but the cabinets were filled with books and paperwork. And there were no beds in the two bedrooms. Only a desk and a few filing cabinets. He leaned/sat against the desk, on the far wall, facing me. "Okay, cool!" TeeJay said. "This is what we gotta do. If I hear anything at all, or see anyone headin' this way, I'll make you stop what you're doin', and you gotta stand up and try your damnedest to make it look like we're just havin' a friendly conversation, okay?" "Absolutely," I promised. "Awright," said TeeJay. "Come on over here and get on your knees then." I wasn't about to turn down that invite. Before I even made the seven feet or so to him, he was undoing the buttons of his jeans. By the time I got on my knees and opened my mouth, he already had his boxers and jeans down, and his hard cock was aiming right at me. "Get on it!" he ordered. Who was I to say no? It was about 6.5 inches. Cut. Nice mushroom head, which was very hard and red already. Curved up and to my right. Dark brown circ scar all around. Pretty big nuts. And as I'd expected, sandy blonde pubes, a little darker than on his head. I circled my tongue around his cockhead a few times, then sucked the whole thing in. "Mmmm!" he purred. I echoed his "MMMM!" When I got my face buried into his pubes, I wished there was a shower in the place ... he did have a good six hours' worth of sweat in his crotch. Normally, that would bother me. But in this case, it just made me pick up the tempo and suck with that much more gusto. I appreciate the scent of a good-lookin' smoker, and his nuts smelled delicious. I had only done about a dozen in and out strokes on him when he started talking to me, obviously trying not to say anything too loud. "Suck it! Take it all, you cocksucker!" I kept up the suction, and deep throated him with just about every stroke. All the way down to the bristles. Way too soon, he began speaking in breaths. "Uh! Uh! Uhh!" He put his hands on the back of my head, kind of forcing me to hold the whole thing while he splattered his load directly against the back of my eager throat. Don't worry: I didn't gag. I didn't want to miss any. This was a thick, delicious load. His prick pulsated again and again. I had to swallow four times. When he finished with me, he gently pushed me off of him. I sat on my heels and leaned back, watching him hike up his boxers and button his jeans and tuck his t-shirt back in. He immediately lit up another Camel and stepped over to the paneled wall, where he opened the Venetian blinds a bit, and stared out while he puffed the stick. I didn't say a word for quite a while, as I savored the flavor on my tongue. But after a few minutes, I started to get up, and said, "I enjoyed the hell out of that, TeeJay. Guess I'd better let you get back to work." Immediately, he said, "No no no no, man, when I finish this smoke, I'd love to have some more, if you're willin'!" Cool! "Hey man, I'll suck you all fucking day if that's what you want!" He chortled at that. Soon the camel was nothing but a nub. He snuffed it out on the almost-overflowing ashtray on the cluttered desk, which he sat/leaned on again. Almost like a drill sergeant, he ordered, "Come on, get back over here on your knees. And same as before, remember ... if anyone comes in, we're just havin' a nice conversation." I was very surprised when he got his pants open, and his prick was fully hard once again. "Take it in your mouth, man." I sucked it in. "That's it, just like that." His hips began pumping his very suckable meat into my mouth. "Oh gawd, you're good," he whispered. After he pulled his "dago" t-shirt up, giving me a nice close-up look at his flat stomach and defined pecs, his hands went back to the top of my head, helping me keep his preferred rhythm. This time, I reached up between his legs with my right hand, and cupped it over his left butt cheek while I sucked his dick. After a while, I began working my way into the crack with my fingers. Every time he made an outstroke, my middle finger would get closer to his piping hot puckerhole. Finally, my finger hit gold. While I feasted on TeeJay's throbbing prick, the sweat on his ass gradually enabled me to slip my finger into him, all the way to the second knuckle. I found his prostate, and began pressing against it rhythmically. He tightened his asshole against my finger. I was amazed at the muscle control this dude had! And I was sure glad this session was lasting longer than the first. My right hand was playing with TeeJay's ass, and my left one was caressing his tightening nuts, when I started noticing the head of his prick twitching and getting more and more difficult to suck. Suddenly, he let out this fairly loud sound, kind of a "Unnnnnngh!" And once again, he was rhythmically pumping his salty sweet juice into my mouth. Although thinner, I think there was just as much jizz as the first time. Again, I had to swallow four times. Mmmmm ... just like buttah! His body quaked with each squirt and with every flick of my tongue as my rhythm slowed to a gradual standstill. I had to make sure I got it all, but I didn't want to get his dick over-sensitized. Didn't want to make the guy wish I'd stopped earlier. I looked up at his face, just as his eyes opened again. He glanced at his watch and exclaimed, "Shit, I'm gonna be late. My relief is gonna be pissed!" I let go of his hot rod so he could pull his pants back up. He said, "I really appreciate it, man. You are the number-one cocksucker." (He didn't say if he meant in the world, or in the South, or what, but I appreciated the compliment.) "C'mon, let's go." He opened the trailer door for me. I stepped down the 3 or 4 stairs. Tee-Jay jumped off the little porch behind me and headed as fast as he could in the direction we came from. I savored the scent of his sweaty ass on my hand, and headed for the men's room to jerk off in a stall.