Gay Erotic Stories

Ford Ranger here. I play softball in a local league during the week. The park where we play ball has five fields right in the middle and in another area there are some tennis courts, and in yet a third area are some basketball courts. During the summer the courts and fields stay busy until late. Surrounding it all is a thick forest of trees. Through the trees run primitive paths that people walk and run on during the day. These trails are not lighted, so at night it gets really dark. The park where we play is a good place for a straight man to get his dick sucked by another guy when his wife won’t do it for him. Occasionally, it has also been a good place to fuck some hairy asshole as a pleasant change of pace from pussy. I don’t know what it is about dangerous sex that makes it so much more exciting, but boy howdy does it ever make for some hot fucking! One night when my team was finished playing a game, but while my best friend’s team was still playing their game was such an occasion. My buddy was involved in a game where they were getting their asses whipped but good. I didn’t have the heart to stick around and watch the unfolding disaster, so I went for a walk. The moon was full on this particular night but mostly obscured by clouds, so you could walk the trails without running into things, but you couldn’t see make out much detail unless you were right on top of what you were trying to see. So I started down the trails and of course since I had been on these trails before, so I knew I’d be able to find a fuck buddy without much difficulty. I was wearing my team shirt, softball pants, socks and cleats, and a jockstrap. I figured a good way to get what I wanted without wasting time was to “advertise”. So I took off my shirt and shorts. Because of the clouds I wasn’t too concerned about being seen by too many people, and the only people in the woods at this time of night were other guys looking for some man sex. I wasn’t concerned about cops. I knew if I actually ran in to one, I could outrun him and hide in the dark until I could get dressed. Then I could deny anything and get away with it because it was so dark.

The warm night air felt good blowing on my bare hairy ass and chest. I ran my hand around in my jock and up my ass crack. I even stuck a finger in my hole briefly and then took a good whiff of the funk on my hand—intoxicating. I love the way men smell—it is so fucking sexy. I was getting hard in my jock but I wasn’t ready to blow a load so I stopped playing with myself and continued walking. In the dark I could hear the ball games going on and could make out some of the parking lot lights through the trees in the distance. Closer to me I could hear a few other men on the trails but nobody close by. I chose a smaller trail off the main one and walked into the woods for a way. I found what I was looking for—a large boulder that overlooked the trail. I climbed up on this rock and sat down to wait. It wasn’t long. I could see a ghostly white figure moving down the trail towards me, but he didn’t act like he could see me. When he got to a spot about ten feet away, I could hear rather than see him unzip his pants. The next thing I heard was the sound of his piss hitting the leaves on the ground. I love the sound of a man’s big stream hitting the ground or the water—so fucking masculine. I heard the stream of urine quit, but the man stayed where he was facing away from me. He was far enough away that I couldn’t see exactly what his hands were doing, but I could see his ass when he dropped his pants down to his knees. At first I thought he might be about to take a dump or something, but he stayed standing, so I had a good idea he was jacking his cock. From what I could see he was a big muscular fellow and wearing a softball jersey like me. I decided that it was time to get physical. So I coughed lightly to get his attention—scared the shit out of him. He started to run without even looking to see who it was, and of course since his pants were around his knees he didn’t make it very far before he tripped himself and fell. I walked over to help him up. When he saw what I was wearing (or rather wasn’t wearing) he breathed an audible sigh of relief. He was quite a sight lying on the ground pants entangled around his lower legs, cock hanging out of his jock. I helped him and asked if he was all right. He took my hand and pulled himself up and said that he was.

Once he was standing I recognized him—he was the hot shortstop for the team we had beaten earlier in the evening. He was also a married fellow who goes to my church although he and I have had very little interaction other than the occasional head nod greeting of two masculine guys passing in the hall. I had always thought I might like to fuck him—hot, hot man with a pretty wife and two young boys. He said ‘thank you’ to me for picking him up—I told him if he was serious about thanking me, he could do it a better way. He looked at me quizzically for a second but then got a real scared look as I pulled his hand to my jock-covered crotch. He started to pull away but I was bigger than he was and when he opened his mouth to say something I just covered his mouth with mine. I grabbed his head with one hand and his ass with the other and frenched him deeply until he stopped resisting me. It didn’t take long. Soon enough I felt his arms go around my neck so he could pull my tongue in deeper. With the hand I had on his ass I used two fingers to separate his ass cheeks and slipped my middle finger into his hole. Because he was as hot and sweaty as I was, there was no resistance.

He moaned into my mouth and I could feel his cock hardening up in his jock. Reluctantly I pulled my mouth off of his and looked at him. I asked him (although it was more of a statement) if he was still a virgin with men and he started to speak but then just nodded. He was so trusting of me it was almost sweet—but I am not a sweet guy. I am an alpha dog who knows what I want and how to get it. I kissed him deeply again for a moment, and then I pulled his face into my hairy armpit. He started to pull away, but I held him close and told him to breathe it in. I held his nose in my armpit funk for a minute and then I told him to lick the sweat off. He was reluctant at first, so I reached down and grabbed his nuts. I didn’t have to squeeze—he figured out what would happen if he didn’t please me. He started to lick. And damn if he didn’t start sucking my hairy pits like it was going out of style. When this daddy went over the edge he went in a big way. Without any prompting, he started on my other pit and licked it clean too. When my pits were dripping wet with his saliva I pulled him onto my nipples and told him what to do—I didn’t tell him but the fastest way into my ass is through licking and teasing my nipples. But that’s not where we were going tonight—at least not yet. After letting him nurse my chest for a while I pushed him slowly but firmly to his knees and pulled his face into my jock. He started to open his mouth and I whispered to him not to suck yet but just to breathe. Breathe in the hot sweaty vapors coming off my crotch. I wanted him to get used to the man funk in the front because I was about to bury his face in my jockstrap-exposed asshole in the back. While he was on his knees, I started to push him over onto his back until he was lying down and I was in push up position with my crotch over his face. I told him to start licking my jock pouch and the rod contained within. Within a minute my jock was soaked through. Without him realizing what was happening I began to creep my legs forward and bring my body upright while keeping my crotch in his face. This had the effect of swinging my asshole over his face. When he finally realized where his tongue was, he started to struggle again. I just grabbed his arms and sat down with my full weight on his face and until he stopped struggling. Then I lifted myself up a little and told him to clean the funk out of my nasty man’s ass or I would plant his nose in my hole again. I don’t know what it was about this guy, but he seemed to calm down every time I exerted control. It was like he needed to be controlled. Whatever the reason, he started tonguing my hole better than anyone else ever had (and like my wife never did). My cock was throbbing so hard that I knew it was time for him to start some serious blow jobbing. I pulled my cock out of my jock back between my legs and stuck it in his mouth while he was licking my ass. That guy never missed a stroke, just started sucking my eight inches like it was the pacifier he had searched for all his life. I started bouncing up and down a little, fucking his face with my cock while he was laying in the leaves. Then I got up on my hands and knees and told him to get behind me so he could continue licking my manhole and sucking my cock alternately. This was getting me so fucking hot. While he was rimming I could see a movement of white in the dark woods coming towards us. I didn’t know who it was but I wasn’t about to stop what was going on; I was feeling too good. It turned out to be another horny guy. He stopped about five feet away and started masturbating. My ass licker didn’t even know he was there he was so involved with my sweaty hole. I finally stood up and he saw the other guy, he started to bolt again, but I grabbed him by the arm and held him fast. I told him not to worry because the guy was okay. Then I told him I was going to fuck his asshole while this other guy watched. I made him turn around and lean up against the boulder and spread his legs. The stranger walked up and started rubbing my buddy’s back and ass. I wasn’t having this—my fuck buddy was for no one but me. I told the stranger that he could stay and watch but if he touched either of us again he was going to draw back a nub. I guess he was too horned up to leave, but he backed off and kept jacking. In the meantime, I got down behind my buddy, spread his ass and started licking. I could feel his cock throbbing in that space between his hole and his nuts he was so hot. I grabbed his nuts hanging down and stretched them gently while I cleaned out his hole. Don’t ask me why—I won’t suck a dick--but I love to eat a man’s ass! I guess it’s the raw man smell and knowing that I am about to plug it with my boner that gets me all hot and bothered. I ate his hole out but good. I started probing his hole with my index finger to loosen his virgin rosebud up a little and I could feel his anus kissing my finger. I inserted a second finger and kept working. When I felt him relax I stood up and started rubbing my thick cock on his hole and in his crack. He was now moaning for it bad. I positioned my cock head at his entrance and pushed in just a little. When I could feel his hole kissing my rod, I reached around front and gently pinched his nipples to keep him excited. I told him to just relax and the pain would be over in a few minutes. Then I moved one hand up to his mouth, covered it, and shoved myself deep into his rectum. He screamed into my hand, but I held on while he rode through the worst of it. I could feel tears running down his face. Slowly I began to feel him begin to relax in my arms. The stranger behind us was so turned on by this cherry picking he couldn’t hold back. He shot his wad on the forest floor. I heard him zip up and walk away.

Without him to distract I whispered to my new buddy that from here it would only get better. He leaned back into me still impaled on my cock and I dropped one hand to his now soft cock and began to manipulate his nipples with the other. It didn’t take long for his cock to firm up and he began to move ever so slightly on my dick. I began to slowly pump his ass a little at a time all the while playing with his cock. He started moaning some more and I let go of his cock because I didn’t want him to cum. I told him to keep his hands planted on the rock in front of him and let me fuck him. Slowly I built up steam and started fucking him harder and faster. The thought that I was breaking in a new asshole, especially one that I knew I was going to have repeatedly, was too much for me. I shot my wad deep into his intestines. I hadn’t cum in about a week so I didn’t think it would ever stop—not that I wanted it to. He groaned even more as my rod swelled even wider in his now stretched out anus. One thing about me--when I shoot a load, I shoot a lot and I shoot far—but I deflate very rapidly. When it’s over it’s over. Except in this case I wasn’t done. My cock was satisfied but every once in a while I need a little something more. I pulled myself out of my new friend’s asshole and told him to lie down on the ground again. I sat down on his face again and made him eat me out again. When I was good and wet, I slid back on his body until I was over his still rock hard cock. Then I sat down on that fucker (it was almost as big as mine). I started bouncing up and down on that rod feeling it bump into my prostate. I said I don’t suck dick—I never said I didn’t take it in the ass! I reamed myself on that rod but good. I felt my buddy tense up and his cock swell in my hole. Then he whimpered and I knew he was shooting a wad up my ass. As soon as he calmed down, I reached forward into push up position again and put my dick deep in his throat again. I started doing pushups in his mouth, letting him clean his own ass funk off my cock, until I finally shot my second load deep in his throat. I finally got off of him and pulled him up. I am not much into kissing men romantically, only during hot nasty sex and in a hot nasty way, but I kissed him again deeply. We got dressed and started making our way back to the ballpark where the games were ending for the night. My new buddy and I made arrangements to talk more in church to see about getting together again. We got back to the park and my best friend walked up and started telling me about his game. Then he asked where I was. So I told him. It’s not like he and I hadn’t fucked before either.