Gay Erotic Stories

The rumble of the train weakened as it rolled on further south, having unloaded a sizeable portion of passengers at its next-to-the-last stop. The shuffle of feet in the small bathroom...I could see at least four pairs of shoes on the tile floor outside my stall as they waited their chance at the stall next to me. After five minutes, the room was empty again. Alone again, I read the cryptic messages scrawled in pen and scratched into the paint next to me: "Looking for hot cock to suck...leave name and number!" one urgently called out. Another simply asked to leave a time and date so they would meet. Beneath them were two phone numbers that had been left in simple block letters. They were faded from where the janitor had tried to wash them off, but they were still clearly visible. Apparently the respondents used a pen that was indelible. They wanted to make sure their cocks got sucked at some point. I was amazed at this new world of underground activity. For years I had driven past this train station near my home without entering it...I never had reason to take the train downtown. But one afternoon I felt the urge to go to the bathroom, and slipped into the parking lot, moving quickly inside the small, antique station to find a public urinal. The washroom that greeted me was unlike any other. It was like walking into the tomb of a great pharaoh, secret writings on the wall describing a whole other world. A world of sex and blow jobs. From the writings and the drawings, it was obvious that sex was available, at least to any man with the courage to become involved. More than once I would be drawn to this little conclave, to sit pretending to read my newspaper, but really reading the walls. Not really doing anything, but imagining what it would be like to have a stiff dick in my mouth or to have my dick in an eager mouth. One amazing drawing showed a caricature of a sailor sitting beneath a palm tree, his stiff cock in his hand, cum spurting out of it as he stroked it, spraying all over his washboard stomach, his white hat at a jaunty angle. At another spot on the wall, a very creative writer had detailed an encounter with three other men at once. Probably fiction, but who the hell knew? I didn't care, this place was alive with a pulse all its own. It was like a sexual library. I never had the courage to leave my own message, or to call any of the numbers that I would periodically see scrawled on the tile wall or door. Until one day... A new number appeared from a man named Erik. That's all that was there, a phone number and his name. By now it was early November, and it was rather chilly outside. I had taken to stopping in once every few weeks just to read, and feel the thrill race through me each time I saw a new number, especially excited when someone new had left a message. I wondered how many other guys had called Erik all ready. How many others had sucked or been sucked. There was no message referring to what he liked to do or have done. Just his name and number. This particular night the rush hour crowd had departed and I was alone in the station. It was getting late; I had memorized his number, and felt the urge to just hear his voice. I trembled slightly when I put the coin in the slot and dialed his number on the pay phone just outside the door. When it rang my feet went ice cold, and when the voice of an old woman answered, I almost hung up in embarrassment. "Hello?" the sweet old voice called out. "Uh...hi...is Erik home?" Her response threw me off..."who is calling, please?" Another chill. "Ron", I told her. Silence. A few minutes later and a young man's voice pierced the earpiece. "Yeah, this is Erik." I was so nervous I must have stuttered just a bit. "I...I...hi, my name is Ron...I am over at the train station on 88th street...are you familiar with it? I got your message...” Silence for a moment. I could hear him taking a drag from a cigarette. "Yeah, sure...you there right now?" "Yes" I answered, mesmerized by the image I was all ready drawing in my mind...he was young, a smoker...I envisioned a wiry, muscular man with a moustache...probably a factory worker. "Well, it's a little late right now, but I could be there in about 20 minutes. Hang on a minute." His voice disappeared. A moment later I heard a sharp "click" and he picked up another phone, probably more private. "Hang up!" he yelled. Another soft click and the connection was much clearer now. "So, what do you like to do," he asked softer into the phone. "I don't know, I've never really done anything..." I answered, my voice shaking now that we were "alone"... "Well, I love to get sucked. I have a nine-inch cock, and I haven't cum in about four days. That's what I have in mind" Silence...a silence begging to be answered. "Well..." I stammered. "I have always wanted to suck a cock. Are you...clean?" "Totally," was Erik's answer. I thought for a moment, "And you say it is nine inches?" "Yep." He wasn't very talkative, that's for sure. The moment of truth and my stomach was in knots. "Okay...where will we met?" He took another drag, exhaled and told me: "I'll pull up in my car facing East. I'll flash the headlights one time. You come over and get in. We'll stay there. It's secluded there, the last parking spot before the tracks. No one ever goes any further on that street. Do.you know the one I mean?" I was parked in the lot itself, very near there. "Yes...I know." Erik: "Okay then...20 minutes." Click. I stood at the outdoor pay phone, looking at that section of street, imagining the car pulling up, flicking the lights, me walking over, getting inside and then. Obviously, Erik had been here before and had utilized that particular spot. He obviously was no virgin, but he did have a nine-inch dick. I began to wonder how I would stack up to other guys who had gone down and him. Guys who knew what to do. Getting into my own car, I tried to relax, but my head was swimming with thoughts. The anxiety was almost excruciating. The minutes on my quartz clock slowly ran down. and after 25 minutes I felt relieved thinking he might not show up. I turned the key in the ignition and started the car, ready to head home. No, I'll wait a full half hour. That way I would have given him a comfortable "late zone" and I wouldn't feel bad that I stiffed him. In the distance I could see cars coming down the street, but every time they turned before the station. Then, in the distance, a new pair of headlights. Closer, closer…it seemed to inch forward painfully slowly. I waited for them to disappear at the final intersection, but no. They came down even further, slowing down now. It had to be him! Edging to the curb beneath the trees near the tracks, the car pulled to a stop and the headlights went off. Then, as arranged previously, they went on once before turning of again. I sat completely still for a moment, collecting my thoughts. It was too late to back out now, since to leave would only draw attention to my own car starting and pulling away. It had to happen now! No more reading about it...I needed to explore a little, but what would he be like? I slowly pulled the keys out of the ignition and put them into my coat pocket. A light snow had started to fall, just flurries. but enough that I had needed to turn on my wipers every few minutes to keep a clear view ahead of me. I opened the door and got out. The cold wind slapped my face...I looked to where Erik was parked. The headlights flashed again. He had seen me. I quickly walked towards the car, leaned over to peer in the passenger window, and heard the click of the door locks releasing. I still couldn't see him. Opening the car door, I stepped into the car, the aroma of tobacco striking me first. We didn't shake hands. Erik was my age, about 30. He had long, straight hair, pulled into a ponytail, a slender face with thin lips. A cigarette was burning in the ashtray. He wore glasses. I could not tell what his body looked like because he wore a heavy winter coat "Hi" was all he said. He continued, breaking the strained silence. "Never sucked a man before? Well, I suppose I feel privileged, getting my nut on a virgin." I had never heard "getting the nut" before, but I understood. All I could do was shake my head affirmatively. He undid his coat, and opened it up so he could get his hands on his belt buckle. He wore blue jeans, and he fumbled with his belt in the dark. Then I heard him unbutton the top button of the pants, then the exciting sound of his zipper slowly retracting downwards. I wasn't sure how to approach it. Did he want me to put my hands on it? Was he going to turn a bit so I didn't have to wedge my head between him and the steering wheel? "Just a second" he murmured as he fumbled some more. I imagined him pulling his underpants down. Now he turned more to face me, and began to spread his legs a bit. As my eyes became more focussed in the dark, I gave a quick look around out the window. The image of the outside world faded as more snow covered the window. Then Erik turned the car off. "So the cops won't see a car running. Just in case." I nodded. I looked down, and he had wriggled a bit more in the seat, exposing the flesh on his upper thighs. His pants and underpants now down around his knees. His red and black checked flannel shirt was unbuttoned, exposing a flat, hard stomach. His slender frame accentuated the beautiful cock, whose silhouette now danced from his crotch in the dim light coming through the snow-covered window. "C'mon and just make sure you don't use your teeth,” he said. Again I nodded. I could see it now more clearly in the dim light, and could smell a certain musty odor, like sweat mixed with oil. A manly smell. I opened my coat and tossed it onto the floor in front of me as I worked my body lower in the seat. As my face neared his lap, I could now see his cock. It was long, longer than any I had seen, and the head was fat and smooth. His hand grasped the base of it, and when he squeezed it tight, the blood that shot into the head made the skin stretch and become even smoother. I leaned over further and took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could, tightening my lips around it and savoring the moment of penetration. "No teeth, remember?" he asked sharply. I softened my lip grip, and pulled my head back, letting the thick cock slide gently out of my mouth until the tip was barely touching the outside of my lips. I opened wide again and slowly gorged his dick with my mouth. I was trying not to make contact with my teeth, but it was not easy. I found that by curving my lips over my teeth and licking them often, it made for a smooth blowjob. Erik noticed the difference. "That's better,” he said. I continued, almost in a trance, and I started to suck more now. I wanted to actually hold it, but my head was in an awkward position. I was connected to his cock only with my mouth. He was still holding the base. I could feel one of his hands on the back of my head guiding the movements. I knew I could never fit all of it in my mouth, but I began to suck feverishly, really getting into it. Suddenly he tensed up and said, "Wait!” The sound of a car somewhere, not sure where. Holding still with his dick still in my mouth, I listened. "Okay, just a resident leaving, but you know what? We need to hurry. I'm not comfortable with being here right now..." I felt him begin to stroke his cock while I sucked it. He told me, "Get off of it for a moment." I pulled my head up and watched him as he began to stroke his cock with his tightly closed fist. "Just another minute" he said as he pulled on it again and again. He took his hand off once and spit into it, getting a new, silkier grip on it. I watched him intently. Suddenly he ordered me: "Get down there, it's almost ready!" I obeyed, putting my head near his stiff dick and opening my mouth, waiting for his command. "Now!" he said, as I lowered my mouth over his cock, closing my lips around the shaft a few inches below the rim of his glans. I could feel his fingers still working the base of his dick, and finally worked my left hand lower. I could feel his hard balls with my fingertips. My right hand was on his bare thigh, suspending me there. Suddenly a hot, thick rush of cum filled my mouth, and I began swallowing. Another gush of cum, even larger, filled it so much that I could feel its sting deep in my nose. I swallowed again. A third, heavy dose of salty cum again filled my mouth. It was very heavy and sticky, thick greasy, salty cum. It was difficult to swallow without a lot of effort. All the while, I was still sucking up and down, milking it for every drop. I continued to try and suck, but he pulled me off. "That really tickles" he said, not laughing. As I backed up, he took his cock in his hand and squeezed one more time, sliding his hand up the still heavy shaft. "Here, a little more" he said, looking downward. I watched a huge drop of white cum gather at the slit, rolling in a stream down the side of his cock. I opened my mouth eagerly and covered the head with my lips, suckling the sweet cum one last time. He paused, "Not bad for a first time. Remember, no teeth." I stammered, "Feel like doing me?" My dick was absolutely ready for it. “Not tonight. Call me tomorrow though." he said as he turned the key in the ignition and began pulling his pants up. "Okay" I said, waiting for some small talk. "I gotta go...see ya'" he said crisply. It was over. Ten minutes and a huge load of cum in my mouth later, and it was over. "All right...see ya'" I told him weakly as I opened the car door. The fresh air that greeted me was icy; flurries were whipping through the air as he backed his car up quickly, made a turn, his taillights disappearing off in the distance. I walked shakily back into the station, over to the drinking fountain and guzzled ice cold water to get the thick film down my throat. Into the bathroom, where I sat once more, this time writing below Erik's name: "I sucked him off...all nine inches of meat...worth the phone call." I left the station, and never called Erik again.