Gay Erotic Stories

Saturday morning was a day for running errands, getting a haircut, and hitting the grocery store. It was about 1 PM by the time I drove up the driveway with the backseat filled with bags of groceries, having filled mom’s list successfully. As I walked in with the first armload sundries, mom told me David had called earlier and that he had to work the full day, but he’d probably be home around 6PM and to give him a call. She thought it was nice that I still maintained my friendships with the guys back home. I just smiled and agreed with her. I hadn’t finished bringing in the rest of the groceries, when I had a phone call. Jamie was on the other end of the line (the same Jamie that was allergic to mud fights), wanting to know if I wanted to play some tennis. I jumped at the chance. I always enjoyed a good, close game, and usually managed to beat him (he was a sore looser). During my freshman year of college, I’d been playing a good bit, and my game was much improved. Couldn’t resist the opportunity of whipping Jamie good and watch him throw a tantrum and stomp his feet in disgust. We agreed to meet at the courts at 3 PM. Jamie was waiting for me when I pulled up. He was always on time, if not early. He was fastidious about most everything—including his appearance. He was neatly dressed in white tennis shorts and a white polo shirt, white socks and of course white tennis shoes. He proudly showed off his new racket he’d just bought earlier in the week and was anxious to show me how it had somehow improved his game. Nice racket—and he made sure I knew it was expensive. I let all this pass. We waited another 10 minutes for an empty court, and then started in. I handily trounced him the first set. Jamie was fuming and now blaming his game on the new racket and lamenting the fact that he’d not brought his old one with him. I decided to give him a break and eased up, letting him pull even in the second set. The last game I poured it on, coupled with some unforced errors on Jamie’s part, and edged out the second set. Jamie was now stomping around with every screw up and was loosing his concentration. I decided I’d had enough of his whining, etc and put a quick end to him in the third set. I’d planned to call it quits, but Jamie wanted to hit some balls around to get more used to his racket. Well, at least I wouldn’t have to listen to him complaining. Now this was more like it. We could each take our best shots and not care about the outcome. Jamie actually improved dramatically with the pressure off. It was really getting hot and we both had sweat through our shirts. I had taken mine off—might as well work on that tan, but Jamie of course left his on. Well, time flies when you’re having fun. I was tiring and ran back to the fence to check the time on my watch. It was about quarter to 6 PM, and I told Jamie I had to head home for dinner. He was expected at his place too. We packed up and each headed for the homestead. David’s apartment was on the way home, so I decided I’d drive by first. He was just pulling his work pickup in the drive. He saw me coming and waived me in. He got out of the truck and walked back to my car. He was in his ‘uniform’ of an old pair of Levi’s and his work boots—no shirt. He was covered in sweat and a coating of construction dust that left rings around his armpits and lines of sweat dampened dirt on his pecs, and in the ripples of his abdomen. He had sweat through the waistband and the top couple of inches of his jeans too. God—what a sight! My dick was stirring already. I still had my shirt off from playing tennis, and was still sweaty myself. I’d driven the whole day with the top down, so between the errands, the tennis, I’d managed to really work up a good base tan. I got out of the car and left the shirt on the front seat to dry. David immediately remarked at how much darker I’d gotten in such a short time. I told him I’d just come from a game of tennis with Jamie. He just laughed knowingly. He reached into the cab of the pickup and pulled out two 12-packs of beer. All right! He quickly put the beer in the fridge, and pulled out a couple of cold ones that had managed to survive from yesterday’s session. As he offered me a much needed brewsky, he came up real nice and close. I got a good whiff of David’s aroma of his day of hard work, construction sweat and that musky man scent as his deodorant had long ago been pushed past its limit. I took in a deeper than normal breath. My eyes traveled down David’s glistening chest, then honed in on his crotch. Nice bulge, and where it stuck out, the jeans were covered nicely with an assortment of dust and grime from the day’s work. My eyes moved back up that great stomach and chest, then to David’s sweat soaked dusty neck and then his face. I saw his nostrils flare as he took in a deep breath, apparently enjoying my sweaty scent as well as his coming together. David spoke first. “Hey man, let’s just go out in the backyard for a while, the house is too hot. I’ll flip on the A/C, and we’ll wait for the place to cool down.” We walked outside, back into the sun. Yep. David looked much better in the sun, and it wasn’t long before more new beads of sweat appeared on both of us. We laughed; having both caught each other deeply breathing each other’s sweaty body. David said maybe we should bottle it and sell it. We each finished our beer at the same time. David dropped the empty on the grass, and I did the same. He moved toward me and pressed his sweat soaked self against me. The contact was electric for both of us. Within seconds we both were rock hard. He ground his straining crotch against mine, and then leaned forward to kiss me. The smell of beer and man sweat was just too much of an elixir! Bottle that! David’s hands made their way inside my still damp old tennis shorts and cupped around my shaft and then my balls. I quickly undid his jeans button and went prospecting too. He was wet with a mixture of sweat and I guessed precum too. David whispered, “Let’s get naked.” Within seconds we both shucked our remaining clothes and were buck naked pressing against nothing but hard dicks and naked flesh. David’s hands explored the small of my back and worked their way down to my butt cheeks. I followed suit. My hands slid easily down his muscular back, gliding along in his sweat—kind of acting like a squeegee forcing the extraneous sweat down towards the ass crack in his butt cheeks. David’s voice broke the silence again. “You remember what you were doing to my ass in the shower?” He didn’t have to give me a formal invitation. My fingers were already in position and I let them slid right into his sweat lubricated ass crack. Hell, the sweat worked as a great lube already, and my fingers found his hole and pushed right in. David let out an ‘oh yeah, man’ and pushed his ass to meet the thrust of my fingers. We were both sweating up a storm now and our crotches and cocks were wet and slick—exacerbated by our precumming shafts. David’s mouth was agape and mouthing something inaudible. I studied it briefly, then got the message he was silently mouthing—‘oh…fuck me…fuck me…’ By this time I already had three fingers working David’s ass at a frenetic pace. He pulled away and got down on his hands and knees on the grass. Okay, I thought. Doggie style first. I spread his oyster white cheeks and stuck my three fingers back inside him. David bucked twice, then reached back, his hands finding my eager cock. He guided me to him, and I aimed directly at his pulsing rosebud. I easily slid my shaft inside, no more lube was necessary. I slowly buried the entire thing in David’s ass. The only thing he uttered was “…oh God, yeah, yeah.” I asked him if he’d done this before. He said no, not with anyone. He’d experimented with a large carrot a few times, but that was it—he had a virgin ass. I rode him doggy style for several minutes. David was really getting into it. He would pound his ass backward to meet each of my thrusts, developing a well-oiled rhythm. This proved to be too effective a process and I had to stop or I’d blow. David took the opportunity to pull away from me, turn around and lay on his back, pushing his legs up over my chest. I edged forward, found my target and resumed plowing his ass. This was even better—being able to watch the look of lust, satisfaction and pleasure being written on his soil soaked face. Man, I thought, life just doesn’t get much better than this! Hold that thought! Shit, I was developing a cramp in the calve of my right leg. Probably from too much tennis. I had to pull out and stand up. David saw the problem, and helped me massage the leg. The cramp went away just about as easily as it had come. David had another idea, he told me to lay on my back. Then he climbed on top of me and impaled himself on my rod. He began a rhythm of riding up and down on my shaft, milking it for all he was worth. Every time my cock would hit his prostate, David would let out a low toned grunt. What a sight, his sweating muscular frame bobbing up and down in front of me, driving me deep into his soul. Drops of sweat were falling from his chin and flying off his nose. Rivulets of sweat slowly cascaded down the center of his heaving chest past his navel, continuing down through his crotch and then to mine, further lubricating us both. David grabbed his dick and began jerking it wildly. He was beyond control and drifting into a state of supreme ecstasy. His ass noticeably tightened around my cock. He threw his head back, gritted his teeth, and let out a broad low howl. Seconds later he was spewing volley after volley of cum on my chest, stomach after the first pulse hit me in the face. This was too much for me to handle. I began filling his ass with load after load of my ball juice, starting when David’s cum hit my face. David continued to ride me until it was just too sensitive. I forced him to stop. David understood and leaned forward and began kissing me, then pressed his sex soaked body to mine. The pressure forced the pools of sweat and cum from between us with an audible squish. We both heard it and laughed. His dicked ass released its prize with a plop. David rose slightly and pushed my dick up on my stomach, then settled down on me again, slowly sliding and grinding together. What a great feeling—talk about great personal lubricant! We lay together feeling or chests heaving against each other, and then slowly regaining our composure. David got up and headed into the house, returning with two more cold brews. Just the ticket. He lay back down on top of me, feeding me my beer. We rolled over and I did the same. I guess I poured it too fast, as he choked while laughing and sprayed me in the process. We rolled over and he retaliated, causing me to spray him after accidentally snorting a mouthful. We finished our beers and stuck ourselves together face to face and chest to chest, enjoying the intoxicating aroma of our carryings on. About a good half hour passed without us moving away from each other, just quietly recounting the events of the day and moving on to our sexual encounters, etc. When David pulled back a bit, we realized the cum and sweat was drying up and was becoming pasty. David decided we could fix this. I agreed—I knew what he was thinking. He rolled on top of me, leaned forward and began kissing me. While kissing, he let loose. Warm piss flowed between our crotches, then our chests, running over my chest and around my neck. David pushed up, and when he did a golden stream hit my face. I hadn’t had anyone else pee in my face, so was a bit surprised, but then I realized it didn’t matter—this belonged to David. David caught my reaction, and then sat up on my stomach and finished pissing on my chest, my face, my armpits, hair—I was covered in piss. He laid back down on me and slid around. His dick hardened, and mine was on the rise again too. He rolled over on his back and admonished me to return the action. I lay on him, trying to relax my dick a bit, and soon felt the flow begin. David pushed me up and I picked up on what he wanted. I let it fly on his muscled stomach, chest, pits—bathing him completely. His chest heaved and the piss enhanced his already glistening golden torso. I stopped in mid-stream. He looked at me as if to say, ‘is that all there is?’ I smiled, moved forward a bit, and let loose again, hitting him in the face and keeping the stream aimed there. To my surprise, David opened his mouth, catching the stream and swallowing. Then he leaned forward and took my still pissing dick into his mouth. Wow, what a feeling. I watched some extra piss flow from the edges of his mouth. The flow ceased and David kept sucking my dick, which was now rock hard. He stopped and drew my face to his. We began kissing me and his piss soaked tongue was darting around my mouth. I could taste a good deal of piss now, and it wasn’t at all what I’d imagined. The smell of it all was amazing. David turned around and put is in a 69 position. We each began sucking each other’s piss, sweat and cum soaked dicks off. The intense aroma that shot through our flared nostrils was just not to be believed. All too soon both of us tensed up, our tools spasmed and we were each rocked with electric waves of pleasure as our respective cum rocketed out of our rods. We remained in the same position for a few minutes catching our breath. Then David’s cock had an evil little surprise for me. He shot a quick little burst of piss in my face, just as I was going to say something. To my satisfaction, I shot him a quick load too, but he must have figured I’d return the favor—he had his mouth open and ready. It was now almost dark, and we decided it was high time to go inside, get cleaned up and have some dinner. David changed the order around a bit. We went inside, but he didn’t want to get cleaned up. We stayed our dirty selves, rummaged around the fridge, made some creative type of spaghetti sauce, pasta and meatball dinner and of course had a few more beers to replenish our drained bladders. We sat their eating our supper--stark naked with the odor of dried sweat, piss and cum lingering around us. We were really hungry, after a full day’s work, play and of course our workout session. After dinner, we did the dishes (the old fashioned way since the cottage apartment didn’t have a dishwasher). When we were done, David turned to me, gave me a hug, and asked me if I wanted some dessert. I told him I was just too full. So, we spread an old beach towel on the couch and lay down naked and curled around each other to watch some TV. To be continued…