Gay Erotic Stories

Speeding around the California hills in my brand new Dodge Viper, a graduation present from my father, I imagined a great scene playing out in my head. I could imagine how a shot from above of me driving along with the top down, the wind blowing briskly through my short brown wavy hair, my crisp white shirt open exposing the muscled torso I had spent so much time and money developing, and with my wire frame sun glasses hiding my blue eyes my nine incher grew in my khaki Dockers. The scene in my head and the feeling in my pants kept me distracted and I completely ignored the temperature gauge nearly spinning. While I waited for the tow truck I took out my full color cell and started looking through my collection hot muscled man meat I had saved for occasions such as these. As soon as I got to my Tom of Finland collection, I grew so hard I needed relief. I figured the fuckin’ grease monkeys wouldn't show up for a while so decided to hop behind the bushes and take care of some business.

I slid my pants off along with my all cotton boxers and sat my hot ass down in the shade of a tree. I set my phone to do a slide show and my hand went to my already hard cock. I slowly massaged the head of stick and then gently started to stroke to dark silky skin. The feeling was great. I would use my precum to lube my fingers and gently slide them in and out of my hungry hole. The breeze gently caressed my body and I almost came many times. I soon decided to finish and release cum all over; when HOOOOONNNNKK, "HEY, IS ANY BODY HERE?"

"YES, I, ahh, am just using the bathroom,” I managed to get out. Fuckin’ grease monkey had to show up at the worst possible time.

"Okay then, I'll just take a look at the engine," he said. “Yeah go ahead," I clumsily yelled out as I desperately pulled my pants up. I hear him pop the hood and start messing with the engine. I stood up and turned around, and holy shit, I almost came again. This guy was not the average grease monkey. He was a daddy fuckin’ Greek god lookin’, Tom of Finland walkin’ fuckin’ dream! His deep baritone voice quickly turned into that of a god in hindsight. My erection was not only noticeable; I thought I might need a zoning permit, or a zip code or something. Soon I snapped back into reality and out of the dream of him bending me over the hood and realized the circumstances. "Well what seems to be wrong with it," I ask plainly? "Well your radiator is completely empty--that’s what. Don't you ever check your fluids?" he asks.

"That’s why there are people like you," I retorted. He looked at me with disgust and gets a bottle out of his truck. He starts to pour a green liquid into what I suppose is my radiator. It hisses as it goes down but eventually stops, but he keeps pouring. Eventually he gets to the top and the liquid starts to over flow. "DUDE," I yell, as I look back at him I see him staring at my still very evident hardness. He stammers, stops pouring, realizes I caught him looking at my package. He looks at me and I quickly flash him a smile. He turns and puts the bottle back in his truck. After my car still fails to turn over he say’s he’ll have to look at it back at his garage.

"Hop in," he says. I jump into the truck without question, wondering what might happen. The ride to the garage seemed to take forever, partly because I was hard the whole time, and almost wholly due to the retched hard rock music this stud made me listen to. I was begging for some trance almost as much as I wanted to know what lay in the bulge of his baggy work pants. The whole experience was just making me hornier and hornier, the mixed smell of his sweat and the grease in his clothing, the heat that caused the Greek to sweat so that I could see the water form on the exposed part of his chest, just above the stained wife beater and button up uniform with the name Frank embroidered right under his left pec.

I was so completely mesmerized buy him that I didn't even hear him when he looked right at me with his dark brown eyes and his stubbled jaw and said, "We're here, get out". As he said it the second time I actually got it and got out of truck.

As I looked around I became extremely disappointed as I saw a short fat Greek man walk up to me and ask me to fill out some paper work. I went into their office and sat down, filled out the paper work, gave them my father's credit card, and waited. Soon I hear the fat old guy outside, "The guy inside has all his paper work done. We've got all the parts and he's willing to throw money around so get it done today. I've got to get go’ in. I'll see ya tomorrow."

He steps back in the office and says, "Your car will be ready in about three hours. Here's your platinum card, if there's anything you need Frank or Tony will be in the garage, have a nice day." He hit the door, I heard a car rev up and pull out. I sat in the office for a moment and then grinned to myself. Anything I need?

I got up and walked into the garage. The first thing I saw was, who I thought was, Frank’s brother. He had ‘Tony’ embroidered on his shirt and looked almost as good as Frank. His perfect bubble butt holding up his soiled work pants, with only an unbuttoned shirt to conceal his muscled torso. He was bent down over the engine working on something and I couldn’t help but imagine mounting him from behind. He looked mighty tasty, to say the least.

“Hey where is your brother workin’ on my car?” I asked.

“He’s my brother in-law and he’s in the third bay where we work on the Dodge cars,” he said, as he slowly looked me up and down with his sweaty bangs falling just under his eyebrows, accenting his green eyes. He grinned as he noticed my package beginning to grow.

I said, “Thanks,” and blushed as I walked over to the third bay.

I turned into the bay, out of Tony’s sight, and saw Frank working on my car topless. I nearly lost my breath and almost ripped a hole my pants. His upper body was well defined, had smeared grease mixed with sweat all over his chest, and his pants barely hung onto his Adonis belt. He looked up at me and saw my condition, my own well-defined chest, six-pack abs, smooth skin, and my hand rubbing my erection through my pants. “You know this car really deserves to be taken care of properly,” He said. At this point I was so horny I started to make advances, “My car is not the only thing that needs to be taken care of properly.” He placed his tools down and started to slowly walk over towards me. “You think you can have anything you want, don’t you? You see it and you just throw money at it till you have it, isn’t that the way you fuckin’ rich bitches go through life?”

While he was still walking towards me I started to get scared, and all the more excited.

“Well this you won’t find it so easy,” he said about two inches from my face. I was so fucking scared I think I would have pissed my pants, if I weren’t so hard. He then grabbed me hard, one hand on my tight ass and the other to the back of my head, forcing my mouth to his. He kissed me hard and passionately. I was about ready to come right there. He then grabbed my arm and forced it behind my back, pushed me over and on to the back of my car. His fingers quickly unbuttoned my pants and then ripped them off. I thought, and wanted, he was going to fuck me. He bent down and spread my as cheeks far apart and started rimming me. I was going crazy. I could not believe this was happening.

He pushed me down to my knees and I knew I was about to get what I wanted. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. His dick was magnificent, about eight inches long, probably four fingers thick, and nicely cut with a big mushroom head. I slowly started to devour it. I started by licking his head up and down his shaft, sporadically sucking his egg shaped balls. I then took to the task of swallowing his member. Inch by inch, he slowly went down my throat as he ran his fingers through my hair. As soon as I got to his pubes he grabbed me by the back of my head and started to fuck my face. He was moaning uncontrollably and soon his body tensed, his balls raised up, and his load shot down my throat. My cock instantly exploded and flew cum up onto his legs and ass.

I then noticed Tony, completely nude, rock hard, and jackin’ like there’s no tomorrow. “Looks like you guys started with out me,” he said. “Hey man you think you could take this fag up the ass while he sucks me proper?”

“Sure as hell, yeah.” Frank said. With that he easily picked me up and dragged me to a near by bench that was just the right height so that he could fuck me and I could suck Tony off.

Tony threw Frank a condom and Frank grabbed it and then started rimming me again. Tony came over to my mouth with nearly the same cock as Frank. I greedily devoured it. Then Frank put the condom on and with some of my cum from his ass for lube started to enter my hole. He went in and took it slow at first, but soon started ramming me hard while Tony started fucking my mouth in earnest. I was in complete heaven and I can’t remember exactly how long this went on but I know I came twice. Soon Tony tensed up and I knew he was coming and I swallowed every drop. He pulled out of my mouth and walked around me to where Frank was still pounding away at my ass. And as I contorted to see Frank giving my prostate such a rush, I saw Tony gently stroke Frank’s chest and then tenderly kiss him while his other hand put two fingers in and out of Frank’s ass.

Seeing this was too much and I came again. With my ass tightening down on Frank’s hot cock, he erupted in my ass. Spurt after lovely spurt filled the condom in my ass. He collapsed on my back. After catching his breath he pulled out turned me around and kissed me hard. Frank is now my personal mechanic, my dad argued against it but I got my way. Tony visits very frequently and needless to say my car works great. If you like this story let me know. I'm thinking about writing a book.

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