Gay Erotic Stories

It was a cool, misty twilight morning as I headed to work. Everything was fresh and beginning to green. Not much traffic this time of day in our small town - just the few early risers out and about. When I came over the bridge which arched the railroad I saw him. I had come to call him “my runner” as I passed him along this route each day. His physique had been earned by his daily discipline of running. Appearing to be my height, 5’8”, or an inch or two taller, he had dark brown hair which hung over his ears and a neatly trimmed mustache. His dark skin was always accented by bright nylon running shorts cut at the side revealing strong upper legs. A cropped T-shirt gave a glimpse of his flat stomach and navel. Its sleeves had been ripped out revealing a striking view of his taut brown chest and strong arms. Each day I came by way of his path hoping to catch a longer look. My fantasies begin to increase, and I wondered what he was like, though I knew there was little chance we would ever know each other. As summer arrived, I had several weeks off, and I felt compelled to begin a walking regimen. However, I missed seeing my runner. His route was too far from my home for our paths to cross. One morning I rose early to perform an urgent errand across town. Approaching home on the return and planning to begin my walk, I stopped at an intersection. Looking left I saw him in the distance - not on his usual course, but running toward my house. I raced home, parked my truck, and headed down my front steps walking in his direction hoping that his path had not been altered. I had only gone a short distance when I detected his approach. Through my sunglasses I could get that close-up I had wanted. He neared. Today he wore a string tank and electric blue shorts. I could see a more than ample package bobbing up and down with each step he took. Close up his face and chest were even more savory than I when viewed from my usual distance. Now in front of me he nodded, spoke, and continued on this way. The next several days repeated this scenario. He remained a feast for the eyes, and my fantasy of him became almost obsessive. His deep mellow “good morning” each day caused me to reel with passion, and I could feel my cock begin to grow as he neared from the distance each morning. One day I altered my route heading toward the center of our small town the direction in which he had gone each of the last several days. My daily walking had now become jogging. As I stopped for a traffic light, I heard footsteps from behind. There he was beside me jogging in place. “Nice day,” he said. “My name is Michael. See you’ve moved up to running. I used to see you in the truck.” “I am off for a while. Surprised you could identify me from driving the truck...,” I said. “I liked what I saw,” he said. The light changed and he took off leaving me behind with my mouth open. You see, Michael appeared to be about 28. I am 48. Summer temperatures and humidity had risen to almost unbearable heights even at an early hour. However, I stayed with my running. My body was beginning to take shape. The summer sun had tanned it, and the exercise had left it lean and hard. As I came out of the house and faced the heat, I decided to lose my tank top for my jog - just too hot today. I confess that I did not mind showing off my progress. As I descended the porch steps, Michael approached and stopped, looking up from the street. “Got a drink for someone who gets started a lot earlier than you?” he queried. “Sure,” I replied taken back. “Come on up.” Jogging up into the yard, Michael removed his T-shirt using it to towel off and exposing his chiseled chest. His sweaty lime green shorts clung well to his cock. “Nice house. Water will do,” he said as he headed up the porch steps in front of me. I was very turned on by his tight ass which now was at eye level. “I’m Pete,” I said. “I know,” replied Michael surprising me. He was very exciting - mysterious, but easy to talk to - a contradiction to my shyness. We entered the house and steered toward the kitchen. “Ice?” I asked. “Tap is fine,” he panted. As I filled the glass, Michael astounded me by reaching around me and taking the glass. I could sense that his body had drawn in behind me very close. I could feel his warm cock against my ass. My own dick had become very hard 6.5 inches and was lodged against the counter. He took a long drink of water and then turned the glass up and poured in over his head letting it run down the front of his warm body and between us. “Hot day.” he said. The cool water only made my cock more taut, and I did not know what to do next (My experience with another guy was relegated to years before Michael was born and before marriage.) There we stood ass to dick, my own dick rock hard. Dressed only in brief - and now wet - shorts, we lingered a moment until Michael handed me the glass rubbing it gingerly against my now erect nipple. In an amazing moment Michael reached his strong arm tightly around my flat stomach and began to girate back and forth. The feel of his cock against my ass was agonizingly wonderful. The fact that he seemed to want me was even more magnificent given our age difference. His hand wandered up my smooth chest and he squeezed my nipple hard sending electricity throughout my body. Next, still standing behind, he clutched my cock firmly in his hand and squeezed it giving me delightful pleasure. He moved on and grasped my balls securely in his strong hand. I felt that I could cum right then. Without a word he began to remove my shorts to my ankles loosening my hard cock. I could feel that he, too, was no longer bound by the fabric of his shorts as his dick pressed my ass cheeks. As I turned, Michael descended to his knees and engulfed my cock in his mouth. He licked my balls and then went back onto my cock. My cock had never felt as large and tight as it now did. My whole body twinged with the excitement of forbidden and unexpected pleasure. As Michael continued to suck me, I noted that he was stroking his own dick which appeared to be a inch longer that mine and wonderfully thick. I grasped his long hair and pulled his head back and forth feasting on his wonderful talents. Michael serviced every part of my dick from the cut head down the shaft. I could feel his hands flowing from my balls to my buns until his wet fingers began to play with my asshole. Sucking me with such precision had brought me to the edge, but when he inserted two fingers into my hole and began to pump, I knew I could last no longer. The cum poured forth in huge spurts as I had never known. Beautiful Michael took it all in and continued to suck while swallowing my load. The pleasure level was the greatest I had ever known. My entire body was tense with excitement. Michael stood his gorgeous cock pointing toward mine. “I told you ,Pete, that I like what I saw,” he said. “Why, when you could get anyone you want with that young and beautiful body, would you want an aging guy like me?” I asked. “You are the one worried about years. It is true that some things only improve with age,” he answered. “I hope that I can hold up as well as you old man!” he laughed. My cock had stiffened feeling the delight and pleasure of being with this easy-going young man, but this time I was the one who savoring a wonderful mouth-watering dick. I sucked as I never had in the early years enjoying the delights of a firm cock and the moans of ecstasy from Michael’s mouth. I had never wanted to be fucked by a guy, but my ass was now calling for Michael’s hard cock. I lubricated it with my saliva and bent over the kitchen table waiting for the entrance. At first the pain was almost more than I could bear. However, I knew that Michael was worth it. Soon this proved to be marvelously so as he repeatedly rammed his warm cock far inside me. I could hear the sounds of flesh pounding flesh, and his cries grew louder as he exploded his warm juice within me. I stood, and we embraced with a lingering kiss. Next, it was my turn to experience the pleasures of fucking the beautiful young stud of my fantasy. As I came inside Michael’s golden brown body, the years fell away. I knew that now he was truly “my runner.”