Gay Erotic Stories

I am the manager of a banquet hall. The ballroom and main dining area was slated to be closed for a few weeks in the middle of the summer for some remodeling, painting, and basic maintenance. It was my job to be there to make sure they were doing what needed to be done. All was done except for the painting. I had met with the painter several times in the past to discuss color, price, scheduling, and the like. He was an older man who was very accomplished in his work. He said that they would begin on Wednesday morning and they wanted me there to open the hall and take care of any last minute details. The job was to take about 3 days. I arrived at the hall on Wednesday and opened it up for the painters. I did not plan to stay long as the smell of paint often made me sick. Besides, there was nothing--or should I say no one there to keep my interest. That was until the painter arrived. As the truck pulled into our parking lot, I saw there were 2 people in the cab. The painter I had worked with (named Steve) got out first. I walked over to greet him and to see what I needed to sign. It was only when I went around to the back of the truck that I got to meet his helper, John. I nearly shot a wad right there. John stood about 5 foot 10 inches tall. He had short black hair, and the most beautiful body you ever saw. He wore only a pair of cut-offs and sneakers. His chest was hairless and well-muscled. His abs were well-defined. His pecs were solid . His nipples were large and red. I tried not to stare, but it was hard... not only hard not to stare, but also something else was getting hard--very hard. John simply smiled and shook my hand as we were introduced. I was angry at myself for having planned several appointments that day so that I wouldn't be around to see this magnificent specimen work -- those muscles flexing -- that chest straining... and who knows what might peak out from under those shorts. However, fortune shined on me on Thursday. I was there bright and early to open up the hall. But when the truck pulled up, only John was in it. John stepped out of the truck wearing the same pair of cut-offs and same pair of sneakers. He was still bare chested. It seems that Steve became sick last night and had to take the day off. He sent John out to work alone so that the job could be finished as soon as possible. After viewing John, I didn't care if it took all summer! I helped John carry some of his equipment into the hall and then I retired to my office. I left the door open so that I could inspect the work as it was being done. At about 10 AM, John took a break. He came over and asked if he could have a soda, and I obliged. When I brought the soda to him, we sat down to talk. He told me how he works out to stay in such good shape.. and that he loves to go without a shirt. In fact, it was part of the deal with Steve that John could show up shirtless. As he talked, I developed a hard-on that I couldn't control. It wasn't long before I couldn't hide it anymore. But then I looked at John's crotch and saw that his dick was peeking out from under those cut-offs. I looked at him. He looked at me. We smiled and I suggested that we lock up the hall and retire to a back room where we could get some privacy. We nearly ran to that room, where there was a large mat on the floor. Before I had the door closed, John had dropped his pants revealing a huge dick. I didn't waste any time in stripping down . We embraced in the middle of the mat and fell to the floor. We were like animals who had been deprived of sex as we kiss caressed and rolled on the floor. He was more of a man that I had ever had before. Before even a few minutes, he shot off a load of cum that seemed like Old Faithful. I was impressed. From there, we slowed down so that we could caress and enjoy each others bodies. I nearly choked when I finally got his huge cock into my mouth, and it didn't take much for him to blow a wad into my mouth. I nearly drowned. He then took my dick into his mouth and slowly caressed it with his lips as I played with his magnificent chest. I came and came and came. Before we knew it , it was time for lunch, so we just extended our lunch break for most of the afternoon. As we lay there in each others arms, he apologized for throwing the job so far off schedule. I told him that I would not be upset, and we made up a story that I had an emergency at my home and that John came along to help me. Steve recovered from his illness and the job was only delayed by a day. But John is now my favorite painter... and he comes by often to brighten up my ballroom at home.