Gay Erotic Stories

I had never been to their place before, but they had given me directions that I was beginning to question since it seemed I had been driving down a back road for quite some time. They warned me it was in the sticks, but I had no idea that it was this far buried in the country.

I pulled over to the side of the road to get out a map and read over their directions. The light was starting to fade and I knew that I would have a harder time trying to find their house in the pitch black of the countryside. I got out of the car to stretch for a moment and I was struck by the peacefulness of the surrounding woods. There was a light breeze rustling the tall trees overhead, and I noticed the sounds of birds and crickets in the stillness of the coming night.

I turned to look up the road when I heard a car headed my way. As it approached, I saw that it was a police car. It slowed as it passed by me, then made a u-turn in the middle of the road and pulled over to the shoulder and stopped a few feet behind my car. The door opened and the cop stepped out, slamming the car door behind him. He hitched his belt and began to slowly walk towards me. He was wearing a tight, beige-colored uniform that clung tightly to his hulky frame and dark glasses that hid his eyes. I smiled as he approached, but I’m not sure he caught it since he seemed to be looking around at my car, the road and nearby woods. He walked right up to me and I was amazed at how striking he was. His thinning, red hair was closely cropped to his round head, in sharp contrast to the full, dark red handlebar moustache perched above his thin, pale lips.

“Any trouble?” he asked in a deep voice, jerking his thumb at my car.

“No, no trouble, but I’m afraid I may be lost,” I replied with a shrug of my shoulders.

A faint smile tugged at his mouth. He shifted his weight and hooked his thumbs into his belt. He had a strong, sturdy frame and I noticed he was smooth and round in all the right places. “Anything I can do?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

I caught a glimpse of myself in his sunglasses and I swear that, at that moment, I was slack-jawed. “Yeah, sure, I could use your help. I have a map in the car and some directions, maybe you can help me make sense of it.” I turned around and opened my car door, leaned inside to grab the map and paper, then turned back to him. He stood completely still, watching me through his dark lenses. I walked around to the back of my car and spread the map open on the trunk. He walked slowly around behind me, then sidled up close, his right hand resting on the handle of his gun.

“I’m going to Lake Dearborn, but I’m afraid I missed my turning off point.” I said as I traced my finger along the map.

The officer leaned forward a little and took off his glasses, squinting at the map. “Where’s your turn off point?” He looked at me and I was locked for a moment in the gaze of his bright green eyes.

“Um, here, Ridgewood Drive. Is that anywhere near here? Or did I pass it?”

At this, his mouth stretched into a full grin. “No, you didn’t pass it. It’s actually just up the road a couple of miles. We’re not too far from it.”

“Well, that’s a comfort,” I laughed. “I was beginning to doubt my sense of direction.”

He continued to smile at me. There was a brief pause were we just looked at each other, smiling. I averted my gaze when I realized I was getting hard. I turned back to the map to look it over. He seemed to become more relaxed and amiable. “Where you headed on Ridgewood?” he asked.

“Here.” I handed him the directions I had written down. It was easier than trying to explain all the turns that were involved in getting to this place.

I watched him as he took the piece of paper from me and read it. His fingers and hands were thick and his thick forearms were dusted with blond hair and freckles. “You’re pretty close. Not much further to go, it looks like. Maybe only ten more miles.”

A breeze caught a corner of the map and lifted it off the trunk of my car. We both reacted, he a little faster than I, and held the map down. We were closer together now, forearms touching, and with the breeze, I tasted his scent of soap and warm fabric. I felt an electric current course through my body, lingering in my groin.

“Thanks,” I laughed and took the map, trying to fold it back up. At this point, my dick was straining against the confines of my briefs. Everything about this man was turning me on and I struggled to get a hold of myself. He looked up and down the road for a moment, shifted his weight and crossed his arms over his barrel chest. I looked at the nameplate on his shirt above his badge: Harley.

“You’re not from around here,” he said as he handed back the directions.

“No,” I replied. “Just up for the weekend.” I tried to nonchalantly adjust myself since my arousal was causing me some discomfort.

“Nice to have you,” he grinned, then adjusted himself. I glanced down at his crotch and noticed an ample bulge in his pants. I looked back at him and smiled. Again, we stood for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. He laughed, took a step backward and turned a little red. He continued to chuckle, avoiding my gaze by looking up and down the road. Then he looked back at me, reached out and touched my arm. He caressed it for a second before withdrawing his hand. He smiled at me and then looked away.

“You wanna go grab a beer or something?” I asked as I stuffed the map and paper into my back pocket.

“Can’t. On duty,” he replied as he looked down at the ground and dug the tip of his boot into the dirt at the side of the road. When I stepped towards him, he looked up at me, then reached out and held me by the arms as he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. He retreated, gauging my reaction. I looked at him for a second and then raised my lips to his. His mouth opened and he slid his warm, wet tongue into our kiss. He pulled me into him and I felt his hard cock press against mine. He broke our kiss and let go of me, glancing up and down the road. He walked back to the passenger side of his car and took out the gun from his holster and placed it inside his car. He fumbled around for a second, I assume securing the gun, then walked back to me and took me by the hand. We walked down the slight incline at the side of the road and into the forest of trees. When we were several yards from the road, he stopped by a large tree, and pressed me up against it with an aggressive kiss. He rubbed his crotch against mine as he untucked my shirt, then slipped his hands into my pants. He found my cock immediately and squeezed it.

I grabbed his thick, round arms as he started to roughly jack my dick. His muscles were working under my fingers, flexing as he stroked me. He pulled away and unzipped my pants, pulled them down to my thighs, then knelt in front of me, rubbing my dick through my briefs. He looked up at me and smiled as he peeled me out of my shorts. His fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft and squeezed it, forcing the slit of my head to open up and pre-cum to ooze out. “Ah, yeah,” he grunted and then licked at it. He then took me into his mouth and started furiously sucking my cock.

I leaned my head against the tree and looked at the darkening sky between the branches. Harley’s hot mouth was slurping at my cock as his hand squeezed the base of it. He was cupping my balls with his other hand, gently tugging at them, working me up to a state of arousal that I had never experienced before. Every nerve in my body was sensitive and I became aware of everything at once: the cool twilight air, the hard bark against my back, the sound of rustling leaves overhead mixed with the sound of my lathered cock slipping in and out of Harley’s mouth.

I ran my hands over the top of his bobbing head, the short hairs tickling my palms. My dick plopped out of his mouth as he adjusted his hold on me. With his left hand, he cupped my balls and lifted them so he could wrap his thumb around the topside base of my shaft. “Man, you have a fuckin’ beautiful dick,” he said between ragged breaths, his eyelids droopy with pleasure. He then started sucking at the head of my dick while he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. His cock was thick and pink, protruding from a nesting of bright orange pubic hair. He began to pump his dick, which was mesmerizing to watch because of his length and girth. I stared as his hand stroked the full length of it, making the veins bulge with pressure.

I felt my cum building up inside me, but he held it back by squeezing the base of my shaft and balls. He stopped suddenly and stood up, wiping the saliva from around his mouth. He sighed and pulled me into a fierce kiss. He quickly pushed down his pants and jock to his thighs. “I gotta have that dick in me, man,” he said after he broke our kiss.

I smiled and nodded. He turned around and leaned forward onto another tree with outstretched arms. I moved up behind him and grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them apart to aim my dick at his hole.

“Yeah, open me up for that hard cock of yours,” he moaned. I spit into my hand and then rubbed the saliva along his hole, tracing the ring with my finger. He spit into his own hand and reached around to moisten the tip of my dick. He groaned as I pressed my cockhead against his hole. He braced himself against the tree and bent over more, opening his ass to me. I continued to press against him until I slipped inside. He groaned again when I penetrated him and pushed himself back on my dick. I grabbed his hips and pressed into him until my dick was inside of him to the hilt. His hole was warm and eagerly welcomed my cock. He gasped as I slowly began to pull out, then moaned when I thrust back into him.

“Oh, god, your dick feels so good,” he said. A car passed by on the road several yards away, but he barely took notice of it. I continued to slowly fuck in and out of his ass. “Aw, yeah, man. Fuck me with that cock.” I picked up my rhythm slightly, slamming my hips against his ass when I thrust back into him. “That’s it,” he urged. “Fuck me hard, man. I need a good fucking.”

I started to pound his ass harder and this got him groaning even louder. “Fuck my ass, man. Fuck it good!”

“You like that, huh? You like getting your ass fucked?” I prompted, my balls slapping against his.

“Oh, yeah. I love it, man. I love getting fucked up the ass by your hard cock.” He started to jerk his cock as I picked up the pace of my thrusts. “Fuck me,” he pleaded. “Fuck me.”

I spread my legs apart to keep my balance as I plowed into his eager ass. He was moaning with abandon now, jerking his cock and glancing back at me every now and then as I pounded him from behind.

“Aw, fuck, this feels so good,” he said with a big grin.

At this point, I knew I was not going to last much longer. His hot hole was pulling at my dick with an aching pleasure. “I’m getting close,” I told him.

He looked over his shoulder at me. “I am, too. Man, I love your dick. You’re gonna fuck the cum right out of me.” I slowed down my pace a little bit, but after awhile, when I felt my orgasm approaching, I began a new assault on his ass. “Oh, fuck!” he cried. “I’m gonna cum. You’re fuckin’ dick is gonna make me cum.” I moaned in pleasure as my balls tightened up. “Come on,” he coaxed. “Blow your load in me! Aw, fuck, I’m cumming!”

His hole tightened around my dick and his body started to jerk with the force of his orgasm, just as I shot my first load deep into his ass. My dick convulsed with each shot of cum that erupted out of me. I started to tremble and pushed my dick into him as far as it would go.

His first shot of cum hit the tree in front of him and his second and third blast splatted against the base of the trunk. His ass continued to flex, milking all the cum I had inside of me.

Our orgasms slowly subsided and we stood for a moment as we were, my dick deep inside of him, before I pulled out. He quickly turned to me and covered my mouth with his.

“Thank you,” he said as we zipped up our pants. “I really needed that.”

“My pleasure,” I replied. We started to slowly make our way back to our cars. I watched him as he walked ahead of me and felt a wave of disappointment wash over me now that the moment was over. I had never had sex like that before. I was sorry that it was all over with.

He turned around to me when he reached the shoulder of the road. “You wanna give me those directions and I’ll lead you to where you’re going,” he said with an outstretched hand. “It’s a little harder in the dark.” I was again taken aback by how striking he was. Tall, with a thick, muscular build and beautiful, bright green eyes; his uniform neatly pressed, but creased at the hips. I reached into my back pocket to retrieve the directions and handed them over to him. A few minutes ago, I was fucking this guy, I thought to myself. I almost couldn’t believe it. I walked back to my car, got in and looked in my rearview mirror. He turned his headlights on, signaled, then pulled onto the road. As he slowly coasted past me, he winked. I pulled onto the road behind him and followed him all the way to my cousin’s house.

We got there about fifteen minutes later and I parked in the driveway. He got out of his police car and handed the directions back to me.

“Thanks,” I said. “I really appreciate it.”

“Nice place,” he said as he gestured to the house.

“Yeah. Looks like a good place to hole up for the weekend.” He smiled at me. We both hesitated, unsure of what to say.

“Feel free to stop by, now that you know where it is.”

“I might just do that,” he replied with a smile. He walked back to his car, held his hand up to say good-bye, got in and drove off. I watched until his car was no longer in sight.

Copyright 2004.