Gay Erotic Stories

Every once in awhile being the manager in charge of hiring employees has its advantages. I was in need of a maintenance man and placed the usual ad in the local newspaper. The economy being what it was, I had a pretty good turn out of applicants. It was a very long day of interviewing over-qualified or under-qualified guys. Some had their certificates of completing this course in boilers, or that course in pool chemistry. We didn’t have a pool... I had almost given up hope when one more guy showed up. I didn’t want to talk to any more guys. But what the hell, he took the time to come in... Well, Dale walked into the room, standing a good 6’2”, an incredible body stuffed into the tightest pair of jeans I’d ever seen. He took a seat across from me, sliding down in the chair and spreading his huge legs to completely display the most incredible, bulging basket I’d seen all day. And he seemed so comfortable displaying his ample equipment. I had a hard time concentrating on the questions of what he had done in the past, etc. He moved around in the chair, repositioning the mountain with each move, and seemed to be totally at ease displaying his wares. I’m sure you have figured out whom I hired. Dale showed up for work each day in jeans that would be two sizes too small for any other guy, the denim was stretched so tightly over his crotch and his big, bubble ass. It only took a couple of days for him to figure out how I felt about him...Then he started the game. I’d go into his maintenance shop in the morning to talk about what he should do for the day, and he’d sit there and run his hand over his crotch, giving the bulge a squeeze, all the while having his eyes glued to mine. Of course I couldn’t help but indulge in a long hungry look at his crotch. He knew that he could control me from the first day. Some days Dale would stand and stretch in front of me, thrusting his hips out to emphasize his manhood; and others he would reach down and rearrange himself. Not a day would go by that in some way he decided to torture me with his sex. He came to work one day in jeans that were ripped in the crotch so that the pouch of his Jockeys protruded through the rip and his huge balls were sticking through the tear. And he just sat there like nothing was out of the ordinary. But I couldn’t take a chance. Finally on a very hot August day, he was mowing the grass, riding back and forth on the riding mower. He took his shirt off and revealed a pair of hairless, fleshy pecs, with two of the biggest, plumpest, pink nipples I’d ever seen on a stud. As he rode the mower, the bumps would jiggle his chest around. I stood at the window developing a hard-on as I watched him ride back and forth across the yard. It seemed like he had been finished for a long time, but hadn’t come back into the shop. I decided to venture out to the mower shed to see if everything was okay. Standing outside the door, I could hear some familiar noises...I pulled the door open, and there was Dale, sitting on the mower, butt fucking naked, jacking his incredible cock! He looked pretty surprised at first, but then just sat back, with his prick standing up towards the Playboy centerfolds that he had taped to the walls. At first I thought I should just close the door and leave, but then I decided to take advantage of his erection. He was sweating, rivers running down his stomach into his fluffy pubes, his ball sac resting on the mower’s seat. His crank had to be at least 8 inches of solid hot flesh. His head was a big, swollen mushroom of pink man flesh. He was startled at first, but then just sat back on the seat, completely displaying his manhood. I walked in, closed the door and walked up along side Dale, reached down and wrapped my anxious fingers around his hot flesh and squeezed, while asking him which pussy he liked the most. He just smiled and nodded to a centerfold slut on the wall. I moved my hand up and down his cock, slicked up with his sweat and whispered in his ear to just enjoy...He sat there, bucking around, sliding his now sweaty ass around on the mower’s seat. His cock was continuing to grow to about 9 inches! I couldn’t believe I was jacking him off. I leaned over and told him to imagine fucking the chick, pumping his cock into her pussy. She was lying there in the picture wanting his hard cock, so fuck her Dale! He started to shoot his cum, the first shot hitting the picture across her tits. The following shots landed on the mower and finally on the back of my hand. Dale was completely spent. I kept on slowly stroking his cock when he pushed my hand away. I told him he should clean up and I’d see him inside. We didn’t do anything after that, and I accepted another management position across town. I needed to move to a new apartment and Dale offered to help me move. He came over and we loaded up my furniture, along with several beers. After unloading the truck at the new apartment, we had a few more beers. We still had to return the truck to the original location a block away from the old apartment. Dale suggested we pick up a few beers and relax at the old apartment. He sat down on the stairs leading to the second floor, and leaned back, grabbing his crotch and asked me if I wanted to really relax. I reached up and unfastened his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper, and opened those tight jeans to let his giant plop out. Just my luck that he wasn’t wearing underwear today! His tool was arching out, suspended in mid-air and rising. I just gently blew on it and watched it rise to full erection. Dale just lay back on the steps and spread his legs. I gently wrapped my lips around his head and moved on down the shaft. I had to stuff it all in at first while it was still somewhat soft because I knew I’d never be able to take the whole length once it got solid. Dale just lay back and moaned...I sucked on that fucker like I’d never sucked a cock before. I was determined to blow Dale so that he’d never forget having a guy suck on his crank. I felt the pressure rising in his balls and that big, hot fucking stud started to shoot load after load of creamy cum. God did Dale taste incredible! I swallowed his jism as fast as I could so I wouldn’t lose a drop. Once he was drained, I kept licking and kissing his fat fucker. He kept moaning and laid there, spread wide for me. I was so glad that I had hired him based solely on how he turned me on! Comments and feedback to stroker57006@yahoo.com