Gay Erotic Stories

Hey, everyone. My name is Jon and I'm 21 years old. I stand 6 feet tall and weigh 155 pounds. I have wavy brown hair and brown eyes. My mind is continually thinking up really hot fantasies for use during those lonely times by myself when I simply must have some sexual release. I've been thinking for a while about sharing some of these fantasies by writing them out and posting them here. This is my first attempt and I'd love to get feedback. If people like the fantasy, I’ll share some more. This fantasy involves a friend of my father and myself. Hope you enjoy the story fellas.

Recently my Wrangler was having problems starting and I didn't have the money to get it looked at. Being a poor college student and all, I asked my father if he would try fixing it for me. He said sure. He admitted he didn't know a lot about Jeeps, but a friend of his did.

Later that week I heard my father and his friend arrive downstairs. So, I went down to thank them both for the help. I couldn't believe what I saw next. I had never met this friend before, but damn was he hot. He stood about 6'2" and was solid muscle. He had dark brown hair, a 5 o'clock shadow and piercing blue eyes. My father introduced us. His name was Marc. Apparently they had met at work. "Thanks for agreeing to help, Marc,” I said. “I really need this thing to get me to school and back." "Hey, no problem. I own a Jeep myself. So hopefully, I can figure out what is wrong with it." I joined them outside while they chatted about work-related stuff and worked on my Jeep. Occasionally they'd point something out to me. I pretended to listen, but was really just looking at Marc instead.

He must've gotten hot working on my vehicle because he took off his shirt, revealing massive pecs. His chest was covered in thick dark hair with a sweaty trail of hair going down, spreading across his flat stomach and disappearing into his tight jeans. He had on a pair of old jeans with a hole in the thigh and another at the knee. There was hair poking out of the hole at the thigh. I would have given anything to lick the tuft hair at that moment. They worked late into the night and eventually fixed the problem. It looked like tiring work, but I never once got tired of talking with Marc and my father. All the while I kept thinking about the things Marc could do to me with that strong body of his.

Since it was late, Marc decided to crash at our place. I sat up with them and we drank beers until my father decided he’d had enough and was going to bed. I went up to my room also and continued thinking about Marc while I stripped down and got ready for bed. I decided to go back downstairs and get another beer before bed. I had a nice buzz going and didn't want it to end. So, I walked down in my boxers and found Marc sitting in front of the TV with the volume low watching a late night show. "Hey again. Care to have another beer with me before going to sleep?" I asked. "Sure thing." "Want to have them out in the garage with me where we can talk and enjoy them without waking anyone up?" "Sounds like a plan." I grabbed the beers and we headed out to the garage. There’s an old couch in there. I went to sit on it and he joined me. We talked for a while about life in general. Soon, the conversation changed for the better. "So, uh…do you normally walk around in just your boxers?" I couldn't believe he was asking me that. It was kind of a sexual question. But, I was more than happy to answer.

"Yeah, of course. I've got nothing to hide." "I can see that." He motioned to the fly where my still soft cock had flopped out. I got really embarrassed and tucked it back in. "Sorry." "Hey, no worries man. I've seen my fair share of cock in my life. Do you play with it much?" Holy shit! Was he really asking me this stuff? I didn't know how to respond.

He answered for me, "Of course you do a young stud like yourself. I'm 38 myself and still play with mine all the time. But, of course it’s better to have someone else play with it for me." I looked down at the front of his jeans and noticed a very sizable bulge asking to be let out.

I must have been staring at it for a while, because then Marc said, "I can see you’re getting excited."

He drew my attention to my cock, hard as can be, sticking straight out from the fly of my boxers like a champ.

"How about we help each other?" I got up from the couch and knelt in front of him. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans and took my time revealing his package to show my appreciation. He raised his ass up so that I could pull his jeans and boxers down from his perfectly toned and hairy ass. His cock was about 9-inches long and at least 6-inches thick with a huge mushroom head leaking pre-cum and a shaft with a couple of thick veins running its length.

I quickly engulfed his cock in my mouth and starting sucking it like a pro. He must have enjoyed it because he moaned out loud and bucked his hips up into my face, slamming his cock into my throat. I gagged but didn't stop. I continued sucking him, enjoying the taste of his manhood until he pulled me up and asked me if I wanted to be fucked. "Yes, please," I hissed. "Then stand up and turn around." I did as told. He continued to sit on the couch and pulled my ass back into his face. He pulled my boxers down and I stepped out of them. He had me then bend over and he buried his rough face in my ass. He jabbed his hot, wet tongue into my tight ass and ate my hole like no tomorrow. He was really enjoying himself as he was moaning while he lapped away.

I pushed my hole back onto his face and felt his tongue go deeper. He stopped eating my ass for a second and I felt him push a thick finger into me. I moaned out in pleasure and he took that as a good sign and pushed in a second finger. He then pulled my hole open with the two fingers and dove back in with his tongue. Now, he was able to go even deeper with the help of his thick, hairy fingers. He proceeded to stand up, turn me around, bend me over the side of the couch and position his throbbing, thick cock against my wet, quivering hole. In one motion he popped the head into my ass.

"Oh, fuck! That's amazing!” I gasped. “Give me more, man."

I needed to feel all of him inside me. He took his hands and grabbed my hips while he fed his massive tool into my hungry hole. I screamed out as I felt pleasure overtake my body while impaling myself on his thick slab of meat. I started to jerk my cock as he picked up speed. Thrusting into my ass hard and fast. He leaned over my body while he did it, kissing my shoulders, sucking my earlobes. I could feel his hairy chest brushing against my back while he drilled his cock into me. "Fuck, boy,” he moaned. “I can't take anymore of this. I'm going to blow. Get ready for my seed." "Damn, man. Do it! Give it to me good." He pulled almost completely out and then slammed it back in. We both stood up from the force of our orgasms. He bit into my shoulder to stifle his screams of ecstasy while at the same time covering my mouth with his strong hand.

My ass spasmed around his meat, while cum arched from my cock onto the couch in healthy quantity. At the same time, he filled my ass with his hot cum. I could feel it shooting into me while he continued to slam my butt. He moaned into my back and I into his hand as the moment overtook us. Good thing he though about silencing our pleasure or else we might have woken up my father. He pulled out of me and gave me a deep kiss on the lips, jamming his tongue into my mouth. "That was hot. Love to do it again. But, you better get upstairs and shower before your father catches us." "Will do. And of course, you can do me anytime."

I flashed him a smile and ran up to my room. I had a great sleep that night and my dreams revolved around he and I having sex in every position possible. Hopefully we'll have the chance to make some of these dreams come true.

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