Gay Erotic Stories

Every morning I’m at Starbuck’s. I’m usually there from 8 to 8:30. I sit around and watch people, and leave only because I have to be at work by 9. I see the same faces every morning. But on Friday’s, I started noticing this one guy who caught my eye the very first time I saw him but I didn’t remember him until I saw him the second time. He wore this uniform, some kind of security guard-type uniform: blue, short sleeved, snug blue slacks. He stood in line as I sat at one of the tables pretending I didn’t notice him walk in. A waft of morning air hit my nostrils as he passed by. He smelled like fresh soap. Suddenly I made a connection. The Wells Fargo next door must get their cash replenished on Friday’s because whenever I’d see this guy come in for coffee, there’d always be an armored truck out in the parking lot. The following Friday, there was the Wells Fargo truck was right on time. Like clockwork, he walked into Starbuck’s. As he stood in line, I waited at my table, waited a couple of minutes, and then walked up to the corner where they keep the sugars and stirrers. I took a napkin as if needing one. I timed it perfectly. He got his coffee and was on his way towards me as I stood there, staring at my napkin like a complete idiot. I smelled Dial again. I looked up to meet his eyes; they were dark green, almost avocado. Shit, I need to say hi or something! What’s wrong with saying hi anyway? All of a sudden, he smiled at me, nodded his head, put his coffee down on the table, and then adjusted his cropped hair by lifting up his arm. My eyes immediately darted towards under his short sleeve. All I saw was a major dark patch under his arm. I glanced over to his nametag. Angel was his name. He was a strapping young Latin dude with dark brown hair and fair skin, hair shaved all around his head except the top. Not quite a jarhead, but close. Shit, it was already 8:40 and I didn’t want to be late for work [call me crazy]. So as fast as I could, I made major eye contact, smiled back, nodded, and said, See ya later. He nodded his head in return. A week later, like clockwork, there was the armored truck. Angel remembered me and said, How ya doin’.. I looked at his bright, shiny teeth as he smiled at me. I said, Can’t beat it. It’s Friday. He said, Got that right. He and I walked out together. He asked me, “You work around here?” I said, “No, I live around here. My house is just up the hill.” “Cool area.” he said. “How about you?” I asked. He said he lived a mile away from the Starbuck’s. “So, we’re practically neighbors!” I pointed at his embroidered nametag and said, “Angel? I’m Tony.” I stuck my hand out and we shook hands. Immediately I got a major woody. I said, “You ever go to that other coffeehouse down the street? I usually go there on weekends.” Angel said, “No. Maybe I’ll bump into you on my day off, like tomorrow.” I said, “Whatcha doin’ around 10? Too early?” He said, “Actually, I’m up way early. I put on my sweats and jog around, like around 7:30. I said, “You’re nuts, man.” Our eyes locked as I shifted my weight around, trying to cover my big hardon. He asked, “Have you ever gone out for an early morning jog? It’s the best. Everything’s fresh and crisp.” Okay, he wanted me. Now’s my turn. I said, “Actually, I used to jog around campus when I was in college [big lie]. Seems like it’s going to be a cool day tomorrow. Wanna meet somewhere?” Angel smiled and said, “How about right here at 8?” “Cool, man. Hey, I’m late for work. Later. “ I was about to turn around and run to my car when I realized that we didn’t even exchange phone numbers or anything. So I said, “Angel, I need a wake-up call, man. Even my alarm won’t wake me up that early!” He laughed at me. Good thing he had a pen in his armored truck. “Tony? Wake up. It’s Angel!” Fuck, it was way too early but the sun was out, and immediately my morning hardon turned into another hardon for Angel as I heard his sexy voice on the phone. “Good morning, man.” He’s definitely a morning person and I am not! He said, I’m over at the Starbuck’s. I said, “Gimme 20 minutes.” I was about to hang up the phone when he said, “Hey, I didn’t give you my number yesterday. You got a pen?” Hell, I couldn’ even find my face let alone a pen. I stumbled towards my computer. “Alright..” I jotted down his number like a little teenage girl writing initials on a notebook. Immediately I woke up. “Later, Tony” I took my shower, put on sweatpants, no underwear, a tank top, and a light jacket and rushed out the door. I didn’t recognize Angel out of his blue, armored truck uniform. Shit, I should’ve put on some underwear since my dick started to free ball. He was sitting at one of the tables wearing onionskin shorts and a tank top loose enough to see his hairy nipples. Fuck his nipples. I vultured my eyes towards any visible pit hairs, and fuck! Angel had the fuckin’ bushiest pits I’d ever seen! --dark brown, thick and wiry. My jaw almost dropped to the floor as I licked the droplets of drool coming down my mouth. I thought I’d smell Dial soap on him again, but this time I guess he already started his jog without me, as I smelled a pungent, spicy blend of sweat and pit odor steaming out of his skin. Oh, and the bastard had hairy legs, too--not too muscular, not too flabby, just right. I couldn’t take it any longer and had to excuse myself: I ran into the restroom, jacked off, and shot my load in less than 30 seconds, thinking about his smelly pit bush! So, we started to jog around the neighborhood. I didn’t realize a lot of hot men were up this early jogging and walking their dogs, etc. Angel and I reached this intersection with a stoplight and had to stop jogging since the light was red. I looked at Angel and he was glowing from the sweat on his forehead and neck. He looked right into my eyes then lifted up his arms to stretch them. There were beads of sweat stuck to his wiry pit hairs, and the wind blew wafts of his semi-ripe stink into my nostrils. I couldn’t do anything but take a long breath and smile at him. His eyes lit up and when the light turned green, he immediately ran across the street looking overjoyed. We jogged for another half hour since the day started to get warm already. We were a block away from our cars when Angel looked at my body and commented on how sweaty I was. I said I know. I can get pretty sweaty. He said we should shower then go to a juice bar. He said we should just meet at the Jamba Juice on Rand Avenue in 30 minutes. Believe me, I wanted to shower at his place or invite him over to take a shower with me, but we only lived a mile apart. If we lived at opposite ends of town, it would make more sense. So, I played along. I drove home thinking of nothing but Angel’s smelly pit hairs and the beads of sweat on the wiry, curly strands. Of course I didn’t take a real shower. I just jacked off on the couch then changed my shirt. I kept my sweaty shorts because they weren’t too smelly. What do you know? There he was at the Jamba Juice wearing the same clothes he had on 30 minutes ago. I parked and walked towards him. He said, “Hey” then smiled with those pearly whites. I said, “I thought you were going to take a shower?” He said, “Oh, I ran out of time. I didn’t want you to wait for me here. Either he knew I loved his stench, or it was just my lucky day. I said, “Well, if you want to take a shower, we could hang out at your place. I could wait for you there no problem.” He agreed. As soon as Angel opened the front door to his apartment, his smell overcame me. Every house smells like his owner, and Angel’s scent was making me hard! His apartment was interesting. He wasn’t a typical neat freak (nor am I). And he wasn’t a slob either. He immediately offered me a drink of water then escorted me to the living room. In seconds, he peeled himself out of his stank clothes and threw them on the floor in the hallway. He grabbed a towel from one of the closets in the hallway, and then made a dash into the bathroom. I saw nothing but clothes flying everywhere. I peeked over to the hallway. The bathroom door was completely shut, but his smelly clothes were on the floor. I snuck over and grabbed his tank top. It was so soaked with his sweat and it smelled sour and pungent. My dick got so hard when I felt his sweat all around my hand. Angel started to sing which made me smile. All the while I had his sweat soaked tank top on my face! I started to chew on his sweat stains and slobber all over the real smelly areas. I grabbed his onionskin shorts and noticed a trail of sweat where his ass crack was. I buried my face into that sweaty line of sweat. It tasted like salty orange juice mixed in with his ball and ass sweat! I ran into the kitchen as I couldn’t help but start jacking myself off. I guess I could’ve knocked on Angel’s door and asked if I could join him, but my little secret was enough to get my heart to pound! I pulled my dick out, close enough to the kitchen sink. I slobbered all over his smelly shorts and tank top to the point of no return. I shot a hot load into the sink then wiped my dick off with a paper towel. I threw his clothes back into the hallway just in time. He said, “Tony?” I said, “Yeah?” He said, “Still there?” I said, “Of course.” He opens the bathroom door with nothing on but a white towel around his waist. I smelled that soap again. I had to ask him, “What soap do you use, man?” He said it was some brand his girlfriend buys for him and he didn’t know where she buys them. “Um, girlfriend?” I asked myself. “Did he say girlfriend?” I had to ask myself twice. I played it off and said, “Oh, okay. Well, it smells like something I used to buy in college.” The rest of the day was rather…well--short. I don’t know why I backed off as soon as he said he had a girlfriend. I mean, well, ‘cause it’s never bothered me before with other men. I mean, you know, ‘cause sex is just sex. I could’ve easily had him right then and there. But for some reason, I cut it short and went home. I never see Angel at Starbuck’s anymore for some reason. Probably because I deliberately don’t go there on Friday’s just so I wouldn’t run into the armored truck man. Okay. Okay. I guess I developed a little crush on him. I got over it. But thinking back on it, I couldn’t believe I jacked off three times that day: in the Starbuck’s restroom, on my couch, then in his kitchen sink! What a riot! And Angel had the hottest pits I’d ever sniffed in a long time!