Gay Erotic Stories

I have known Pat for a number of years. He lives about an hour away from me, so I don't get to see him very much as our schedules always seem to be very different. Last winter, Pat and I agreed that we would take a week off to go to the shore together that summer. I made the motel reservations and would drive. Pat was just happy that someone else was taking care of the details. Pat is 30 years old and is a great looking, handsome man. I was never sure how he would react if I put the moves on him, so I was always reluctant, not wanting to end our friendship. It was a hot Saturday morning when I picked him up at his home. I was early so he wasn't quite ready. When he opened the door, I almost lost it. He stood there wearing just a pair of cut-offs. His chest was smooth and defined, not muscular but certainly not flabby either. His nipples were very prominent and pointed, almost calling out for me to suck on them. He told me that he was almost ready, but he had to put a few things in his suitcase yet. He invited me up to his room, where we talked while he finished packing. As he was finishing, he started to reach for his T-shirt, but I suggested that he keep it off. After all, it was hot out and the air conditioning wasn't working that well anyway. He surprised me when he agreed and just picked it up and carried it to the car. As we got in the car, I could feel my dick starting to harden just thinking of him sitting next to me. I glanced over at him and there he sat... blond hair, blue eyes, and a great looking body. It took all I could do not to jump him right there. As we drove toward the shore, we spoke about many things. I even asked him how his life was in the love department and all he said was something about not getting much. I wanted to solve that real quick. About half-way to the Jersey shore, I told him I had to go to the bathroom, so we pulled off the highway and down a small dirt road. I assured him that it was just far enough off the road that I wouldn't be seen. After a few turns, we could no longer see the road, and so I stopped the car and got out o take a piss. Pat got out and stood right next to me and pulled down his zipper as well. I looked down and saw that he had more than a handful -- it was BIG! REALLY BIG! I couldn't help myself when I said, "NICE". He looked over at me and when he saw me staring at his endowment he just started to smile. When we finished urinating, he turned to me and said, "Maybe you would like me to keep my pants off as well!" I nearly shit. As I turned to face him, he took a step toward me and grabbed me by the T-shirt and ripped it off of me. His lips moved toward mine faster than a magnet attracting metal! Now, we couldn't keep our hands off one another. We quickly shed the rest of our clothes and continued to caress each other's bodies. After his sensual kiss, I made a bee-line to his succulent tits and started to suck on them. He only groaned and then whispered in my ear -- BITE THEM, go ahead and bite them. I did , with pleasure. Soon we were on the ground and I finally got to touch and taste his hardened dick in my mouth. It didn't take him long to shoot as he had been turned on the minute we had gotten into the car. But then it was my turn, and he ran his lips down over my chest, stopping at my nipples before giving me the blow job of a lifetime. As he turned me over and began to put his fingers up my tight ass, we heard a noise behind us... Here were two men watching us --- carrying guns.... They wanted to join us but only on their terms. When we started to refuse, they pulled out a gun and took us prisoner. This is when I learned how much torture each of us could take --- but, OOOPS.. that is a different category isn't it??? Look for the rest of the story, elsewhere.