Gay Erotic Stories

My morning was green queasy: I knew that Johnny was going to make his score on my gay-horny good nature. We had talked about working on his car together, but his garage was half bedroom with a daybed, beer frige and pix of gorgeous guys scattered on the tool chests and posters of hunks on the wall. And hanging in the air was Johnny's power of suggestion creating in my jeans a pretty constant half hard-on. With his body equal to any of his poster boys I knew that the mechanics of our morning together would see accidental rubbing touch turn to friction on hard cock.

Shall I go on? Johnny was a blonde who had his hair buzz cut to just above his ears. The hair on his head was usually wild, but in the front you could see it parted in the center. His blue eyes were like wands. I swear he could look at you and you would act out his desire--you would drop your pants and open yourself to him layer by eye-haunted layer. Your cock would be fully sprung for him. Johnny was a wizard of sex and many times I nearly touched his come-on body.

That body of his, both thin and muscular were the stuff of riotous attacks of fantasy and masturbation after I had been working with him on his car each day after school. I blasted streams of cum just lying with my hot butt in the crumpled sheets of my unmade bed back at home. My jeans shagged down and me spitting on my fingers to give a little more lube to the glistening drops of precum laying at my piss slit. Frenzied jerking, my tongue stuck out as if Johnny's mouth was there to receive the tongue of my lust for him.

I knew he was gay. I knew I was playing with fire. But for all the tough look I put on, the tight cowboy Wrangler jeans, the torn white tee, and the single gold earring, the blood of a tough was not really there in me. Only half knowing what I was about, it was ultimately clear that his was the cock I needed up my chute so bad I'd jerk-off with tears for wanting it. Jimmy wants it bad, so G-d bad. That I knew when I admired my cock so gracefully and amply filling out the pouch of my crystal white briefs on that fateful Saturday morning. Away from the mirror and ready to let him make his move.

I walked in and yelled "Yo!" Johnny was wearing extra baggy military fatigues and no hint of underwear. Seeing him lay over that steel, his butt crack frank, his naked muscles flexing in exertion as he worked his wrench deep in the bowels of his Jetta excited me, but his very intensity made me wonder it what I hoped for was not going to happen this day.

"Hey babe, you came just in time to give me a hand--I need an extender to get this locked up nut loose. Could you get that sleeve? Oh, and pull us up a couple of beers to suck on."

Johnny had never called me Babe before. I got the beers after stripping off my own tee. The extender was on the pegboard; it was also in my pants. We put four hands to the job; our naked torsos were pressed together. We strained even with that lever in our hands, but though it resisted it came off.

Johnny gave me the nut and with grease smeared across his nose he gave me a hug with his free arm. Neither of us moved away from the other. We were not afraid of what might rise between us. It was Johnny who knew that this was the moment that was our beginning. The arm that had given a buddy hug slid up my naked back, to my neck and then to the back of my head--my head was pulled to his in wanton desire. The kiss came from each of us. A wrench dropped. The nut dropped and I took him in my arms to press into him the kiss that had been locked in my brain. The push of Johnny's tongue around mine caused me to moan and to paw his army pants, which were slipping from their tenuous hold on his spare hips.

"Hey guy, hey babe I want you!"

I sucked on his nipples as he lay back on the car. Johnny made moan and I saw the head of his erect cock poke up out of the sliding fatigues. My fingers took hold of it. He liked it when I did that and stood with a wide take-me stance. I just slipped the pants down to the floor and I took it in both hands, warm hands, caressing his long hard sex as it stood out for me. Johnny's arms had been on my shoulders, but he gave up his pleasure in order to strip me. Naked to him, he guided me to the daybed, which had a warm shag rug beneath it. There was urgency in us, but our pleasure was going to be taken in a bed.

It was Johnny's bed and he lay down in it pulling me to him.

"I want you to suck me off."

"Yeah, yeah, oh yeah. But let me get there my way."

I kissed his face, tonguing his closed and ecstatic eyelids, I rubbed my nose alongside his and slid to a lip kiss that he couldn't bear and ended in a kiss like that of shepards on night guard of the flock, longing for human contact....

Our cocks were hard against one another and I had to leave his lips. Kissing and sucking his nipples I let the hard It of his groin know that a message of great power was traveling towards it. Nipple sucking had my guy cooing. I know he knew that I was not going to let him down.

Seeing his cock sprung up to his navel made my own cock surge.

"Johnny."

"Yeah man...."

"I'm going to suck your cock."

"Oh."

My fingers laid hold of his organ and I let a feather touch explore the length of his tool. He made moan and his body shook. His whole world was in my hands--he knew it and he loved what was happening.

I grabbed his balls with one hand and let him feel the chimes from my kneading of their substance. He groans long and low. Johnny touches his own nipples and his cock stretches to it to totally taut, but still I don’t suck him. There's more to drive him crazy!

My left hand works up through the tangles of a rich bush that surrounds his shaft. I establish it that I am in control. I am at his root. Bending my face over his pulsing cock, I huff my hot breath up and down its length, working my right thumb and index finger in a round at his glans. Johnny is rigid with expectation. His cum is loaded. It is perfect. Now I can begin!

I know he is ready because his breathing is both deep and irregular, there is a slight tremble throughout his body and he waits for what must come lest he go crazy!

His cock is big and thick. It is juicy! I open my mouth and plunge down upon it like a madman! No more fuckin' cocksuck art! I'm going after his load! I'm going after his sex soul! Let my lips pull--let them suck!--Over and over and over again. Johnny moans and goes into spasm! Come! I want you to let all of your semen blow wild in my mouth! Suck! Suck! Suck! It is coming!

The ropes of cum slap in my mouth and I suck them down with animal hunger and greed!! Johnny gives up a shriek and I lay my head over on his abdomen, my eyes look at Johnny's cock, it's work completed. I feel his hand on my head, his fingers running through my hair. I hear him say, "Wow guy, Wow!

Next I fuck him. Next I fuck him. Johnny your trip is just begun...

To be continued.