Gay Erotic Stories

It was a hot day as I drove around in my convertible. I loved racing around those country roads with the top down, the wind blowing through my hair and across my body. It made me happy to be alive. As I rounded a turn, I saw a young man up ahead. As I drove closer, he seemed too good to be true. He was a well-built man probably in his 20's, who stood about 6 feet tall, had blond hair and was wearing a pair of blue jeans. He was shirtless, thus revealing a large, smooth, muscular chest crowned with two nipples that seemed to scream, "Suck me". I couldn't stop the car fast enough. I decided that wherever he was going, that was where I was headed as well. He told me that his name was Mark and that he was heading home which was about 5 miles away. I told him that I would be delighted to take him home. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road as I kept glancing over to his massive chest and then slowly I would glance down at his crotch. What I failed to notice was that he was staring at me. I was not in the same great shape that he was in, but I was no slouch either. I had more of a swimmers build, with a smooth tanned chest. I was not wearing a shirt as I was proud of my body. I wore only a pair of cut-offs and no underwear -- which only gave Mark a better view of my growing excitement at looking at him. I'm sure he watched as my dick grew ever larger to the point where it was peeking out of my shorts. At that point, he leaned over and began to caress my leg and asked if I wanted to pull over. I nearly shot my wad right then and there. He directed me down a back road into a small wooded area where we would be alone. We pulled over near a small clearing and he assured me that this was a private area. I didn't even have the engine turned off before he attacked me. His hands were all over me. Running them through my hair, caressing my chest and my ever-hardening nipples, and then seizing my dick in his hand. I could only groan. As I leaned over to kiss him and then worked my way down his chest to start sucking on one of those nipples. Man magnets he called them. They seemed to attract men whenever he had his shirt off. He assured me that he rarely wore one. We paused only to get out of the car and we fell onto the lush green field that lay before us. I pushed him on his back as I resumed sucking on first his right --- and then his left nipple. Then I worked my way down onto his ever-growing cock. I pulled his pants off and began to suck away at his 8" of manhood. He lay there and panted his approval of my every move. Before I knew it he erupted in my mouth with enough cum to float the Titanic. I tried to spit it out, but I ended up swallowing much of it. That warm drink slowly rolled down my throat and it tasted good. Before I got off of him, I had to go back to those nipples for a few more licks. They were the best I had ever seen or ever tasted. Without warning, he rolled me onto my back and he went to work on pleasing me. And please me he did. He sucked my nipples and then sucked on my cock, forcing me to cum 3 times into his ever-waiting mouth. As we lay there in each others arms, I noticed that there were little crosses laying all over the ground. When I asked him what they meant, he told me that each one was for one of his conquests. As we finally began to get back into the car, he walked into the forest, came back with a little marker on which he had written my name... and placed it where we had made love. X Marks the spot!