Gay Erotic Stories

I was driving down the street. I had driven this same route innumerable times. At the traffic light, I looked up as a jogger crossed in front of me. He wore only tight running shorts. His chest was muscle builder perfect. The aureole a huge dark circle around his chocolate nipples. His pectorals square mammaries. The washboard stomach rippled as he trotted across the street. I admired his tight rounded buttocks and the definition of muscle. His thighs, calves and ankles showed that he had spent many hours at the gym and on the road. He looked up and smiled as he passed me. His eyes were deep blue. I winked a hello. His smile became a grin and he pointed to the shopping center at the corner. I turned and found a parking space at the Albertson’s supermarket. He went inside the store. I entered and wandered through the bakery and headed toward the other end looking for the body that had enticed me to enter. As I neared the dairy section, I found him studying the yogurt. “It’s too cold here,” he winked at me. I noticed that his nipples were hard from the cold. I wondered how hard they would be if I took him to frozen foods! “Could you give me a lift home?” He pretended to know me. “I jogged over but would appreciate the ride back.” “Since I’m headed that way, I would be happy to accommodate you.” I winked at him as he turned to follow me from the store. He slipped in on the passenger side and fastened his seatbelt. I started the engine and looked at him for directions. He pointed right and left until I was at a nearby apartment parking lot. I locked the vehicle and followed him as he moved across the lot to his apartment. He entered and I followed. He turned and threw his arms around me. His lips covered mine as he probed with his tongue to show his pleasure at my cooperation. He was at a disadvantage: he wore only shorts and shoes. He could keep the shoes. I slid my hands into the waist of his shorts. I groped his jogger’s ass. He pushed his eager crotch against mine. He fumbled with the buttons on my jeans as he worked to undress me. My hands moved around to fondle his willing manhood. His cock hardened as my hand touched it. He took a deep breath and shoved his tongue deeper into my mouth. His hands worked to undo the buttons on my 501’s. He slipped his hand into my Levi’s and squeezed my cock as it stiffened. His hands working to expose my burgeoning member. I stroked his hard-on as it rose tall and fat against his stomach. His needs were urgent. His results were immediate. He shuddered as he reached his limit. His cock erupting in a flood of completion. He moaned and pulsed as he came. The hot fluid shooting upward to his chest and stomach. His cock spurting again and again until his balls were empty. He pulled me to the floor and pressed my erection against his willing ass. He opened suddenly and I slipped inside him. I slammed again and again against his tight orifice. He moaned with pleasure as my cock plunged in and out of his willing ass. He begged me to finish. I continued to pummel him. He shuddered as my cock stroked in and out, over and over. He screamed for me to cum. My cock refused to obey. His rectum pulsing as I slid in and out. He begged me to cum and his cock exploded again. His own jism covering his stomach as he begged for my orgasm. I continued to batter him. His sphincter tightened and at last I lost control. My cock erupted and I filled him with my lusty load. I felt the pleasure start deep in my balls. It rose and surged upward, spilling my load into him as he begged for more. Then I dressed and started for the door. “Thanks,” he said. “Anytime.” “Tomorrow at one?” he asked. “Until then,” I replied. “Perfect,” he said, “my wife works until six on Thursdays.”