Gay Erotic Stories

Off Shore I am 37 years old, and employed by a large offshore oil company. I serve as the "Medical Department" on an offshore rig in the Gulf of Mexico. My work schedule is two weeks on and two weeks off. The platform is provided with all the facilities that are needed to feed and house the workmen. My duties are not comparable to the emergency room of a hospital, because most injuries and illnesses encountered on the platform are not difficult to treat: flu, diarrhea, cuts, bruises, sprains and such. The operation of a platform obviously needs workmen, and many of them are young and energetic and have a can-do attitude. That is not to say that they work carelessly, but they are proud of their physical abilities and seem to take pride in doing hard work. As a result, there are a number of hardy and physically fit young men around me. My encounter with one of these young men is the subject of this account. His name was Curtis. In my activities on the platform I eventually learn most all the names of the employees. But I learned Curtis' name very early because he caught my eye only hours after I began my first day's work. I went to the files that I had on all employees and quickly found his photo and pertinent medical information. Such a file told me his marital status (Single!), age, weight, etc. Curtis was 26 years old, stood 6 feet tall, and weighed 195 pounds. And yes, and I am not making this up, was blond and blue eyed. He appeared to have a very muscular build and moved as he worked as if he had rehearsed every move beforehand. He had grace and agility that cannot be learned, but seems to be inborn. In short, he was one of the sexiest men I have ever seen. My first direct encounter with him was the day he was injured. He had received a blow to his upper right thigh from a piece of heavy pipe that had fallen and raked his leg as it fell. His foreman accompanied him to the medical facility and assisted him while he limped into my office. The foreman explained the injury, but remained only a few minutes. There had been no bleeding and Curtis, although in discomfort, had insisted that he need not remain. In any case, there would be a full medical report in the foreman's hand the next day, so he left and closed the door behind him as he left. I asked Curtis to remove his work clothes and lie down on the examining table. I turned away to get antiseptic and bandages ready and so I did not see him disrobe. Some seconds later, I turned and got my first breathtaking view of this specimen. He was wearing only his jockey shorts and lying on the table with his forearm across his eyes. His injured right leg was extended and lay on the table, and his left foot was drawn up near his right calf. With his eyes closed and covered, I assumed because of the pain of the injury, it gave me an opportunity to stare for a few delightful seconds. His body was beautiful. He was muscular, but without the exaggerated bulges of a body builder. With his arm across his eyes, the muscle of his bicep filled out next to his face. As I stepped to the side of the table, I could detect a sweaty, but not offensive, odor coming from his armpit which had a sparse growth of dark blond hair. The smell of him had an immediate effect on my crotch, and, I felt my dick begin to fluff up. His chest was covered in a very short growth of dark blond hair that started at his collarbones and flowed over the mounds of his pecs where it stopped. A narrow line of fur then skipped over the ripples of his abs down to the waistband of his shorts. There in the white cotton I could clearly see the outline of his penis. He did not appear to have an exceptionally large dick, but when soft there is no hint of what it might look like when hard. The white briefs were then followed by muscular legs that even when relaxed gave out a message of strength. There was almost no hair on his thighs, and only a light covering on his calves. And if all this were not enough, he had the most flawless skin that I have ever seen. No scars, no uneven pigmentation, no marks of any kind. It was almost a body sculptured out of virgin flesh. I began to apply antiseptic to the abrasion his upper thigh. It must have stung him because he moved his arm from his eyes and looked downward. He complained of the discomfort and laughed lightly. The wound was obviously not a serious one and would require nothing more than first aid treatment. I told him that he would very likely see a bruised mark in a matter of hours. I had already decided, however, that a return visit would be necessary and told him as I continued to clean the wound that I wanted to see him again. He smiled and said, "For what? This scratch? Did you have something else in mind?" I paused and looked into his eyes and replied, "A follow-up check is routine....... but we don't have to make it routine." He stared at me directly for several seconds and continued to smile broadly, exposing his white and textbook perfect teeth. "OK" he said, and sat up and stood on the floor and moved toward his clothes and began to dress. As he pulled his coveralls over his shoulders the long zipper open to his crotch, I glanced at his package. He was one of those who stuff their dicks downward in the pouch of their shorts. As a result, when his dick became hard, it made a big outward bulging arch. It looked too good.....just like the rest of him. "When do you want to see me again?", he asked. I told him that I would page his foreman in the next 2 days and send for him. Good enough he indicated, and smiled at me once more as he turned and opened the door to leave. He stepped through the doorway and as he turned to close the door, he turned his eyes downward and stared at my crotch. I was as hard as glass and my crank made a bulge in my clothing. I know that I blushed, although I don't know why, as he looked, and then left. My knees felt weak at that point and I had to sit down and take several deep breaths. I began to think what I was about to do. Making out with a man in what is essentially a "closed environment"? Gossip and idle talk can spread like lightning in such a place and I doubted whether or not I should go through with this. My head on my shoulders said "No!", but the head on my penis throbbed "Yes!" The next 24 hours was total agony as I wrestled with the decision. I could think of nothing else but the image of my face between his legs. In the end, I decided against it and made up my mind that my job and reputation was not worth the risk. I didn't send for Curtis for a follow up exam. Three days passed and my work went on as usual. Then as I sat and ate lunch, Curtis came to my table and sat down. We were some distance from others in the room and he smiled and greeted me. I asked about his wound and he assured me that all was OK. Then he asked why I had not called for him again for a second "examination". I explained the risks to him and he immediately agreed with my conclusions. He then volunteered a suggestion that took me by surprise. He explained that he lived in Biloxi, alone in an apartment. He wanted me to join him there during our two weeks off. My home is in New Orleans and is only a short drive away. I immediately accepted his invitation and we arranged a day and time that we could meet. I was too excited to think of anything else the next 4 days. The day our work tour ended, the supply boat ferried the crew members back to Morgan City, Louisiana. We said our good byes in a casual manner since other crew members were close by and went to our homes. I left New Orleans the next day and sped to Biloxi. I easily found his address and nervously knocked at the door of his apartment. Within seconds he opened the door and stood there grinning ear-to-ear. He all but pulled me through the door and closed it behind me. His first action was to grab and hug me tightly. He then held his head back slightly and looked into my eyes and then closed his eyes and kissed me. His tongue met mine and we kissed for what seemed like forever. I could feel his firm arms and hard dick pressing my body. My own rod had stiffened and all but hurt as it pressed against my clothing. He then unbuttoned my shirt and all but immediately began to breathe heavily. I tugged at the knitted shirt covering his body and pulled it off over his head. Our shoes and pants fell to the floor as we undressed each other, our hands feeling each others body. We stood there completely nude and kissed again for some minutes. Curtis then bent and picked me up in his arms. I weigh 180 pounds, but he lifted me with no effort at all. He carried me toward the bedroom and lay me on his bed. We continued to kiss and caress each other's body as both our dicks began to drip fluid on the sheet and each others abdomen. Curtis then pushed me away from himself and forced my shoulders and head back on the pillow. He inched down the bed and began to gently blow air on my penis. His tongue then began to lightly lick my root. He concentrated his actions on the head of my penis. I bunched the pillow under my head so I could watch as he held my dick in his hand and squeezed and then moistened my dick, blowing lightly again and again. My moans and squirming let him know that what he was doing was exactly right. I could not sustain this kind of stimulation very long without blowing my juice, and I held his head away from my crotch and told him that it was now my turn. He lay back on his pillow and allowed me to give him pleasure. His dick stood and angled back toward his abdomen and gently bounced several times. His rod was no more than 6 inches but looked so inviting that had it been 2 inches, it would not have mattered to me. I placed my lips on his dick and held the head in my mouth as I then ran my tongue in circles around and under the rim of his cut penis. He began to moan and stiffened his legs each time my tongue made a round of his helmet. Several times I looked up and saw the contorted expression on his features that told me that my actions were pleasing him too. His hands were behind his head and his biceps had ballooned out, framing his face. That sight and the salty taste of his pre-cum and the clean fern-like odor of his pubic area kept me wet and trembling. I could feel my balls beginning to ache with the need for release. I whispered to him that I needed to cum or my body would go into shock. He quickly told me to sit astride his chest and allow him to take my load in his mouth. I all but jumped and sat astride his torso with my balls brushing the hair on his pecs and lay my dick on his lips. He lifted his head and then took my root in his mouth and began bobbing his head, making popping-slurping noises. His hand reached my scrotum from behind and started gently cupping and squeezing my balls. I felt the tingling sensation begin, with the usual I-need-to-pee feeling in my dick. My lower abdomen and area around my bladder began the rhythmic contractions that signalled an orgasm. I could not have stopped what happened next even if a gun were held to my temple. I felt my sex muscles contracting, pushing my semen out of my dick in big globs. I bent forward with my hands on the headboard of the bed as I pumped pulse after pulse of juice into his mouth. He moaned as my cum filled his mouth and I felt his hand move to his own dick as he started pumping his own root. I could barely speak, but I managed to mumble "No...No...I want your load too." But it was too late for any further action on my part. Curtis' face told me that he had reached his limit. I saw him as he swallowed my load, his eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth opened wide as he came. He made repeated crying gasps and stiffened his entire body again and again as he shot his semen up my back. I felt the warm sensation of his cum splattering over my body. After the last squirt had left the head of his dick, he continued to utter short moans between quick breaths. I changed my position and lay over him and placed kisses on his face and neck. Each kiss caused him to tense and shudder as he enjoyed the last spasms of pleasure. We lay there for at least 4 hours, caressing, kissing, talking, and enjoying the after-glow of sex. It was nearing 6 PM when we decided to get up, shower and dress for dinner. We drove to a beach side restaurant with a beautiful view of the Gulf and ordered dinner. As the waitress took our orders, it was all we could do to suppress our laughter before she left the table. We had both ordered platters of raw oysters and beer! Curtis and I spent the next two weeks together. We didn't spend all our time in bed, but instead enjoyed each other's companionship as we spent time on the beaches, night clubbing in New Orleans, and eating good food. Our next work tour took us back to the Gulf, where we were just casual buddies as far as the rest of the crew was concerned. This happened over a year ago, and Curtis and I are still companions....and lovers.