Gay Erotic Stories

It's summer. The highway stretches in front of me and I can feel the sun beating down on me. The wind rushes past as I drive my Mustang convertible up I-35 to Northern Minnesota. It's my favorite time of year, the suns out and I can drive. I spend some long hours driving, too long, sometimes. And it's when I'm driving alone, daydreaming, that I just can't help myself.

As I said, the sun beating down on me and the warmth is heating up my crotch. I can feel it soaking into my cock and causing it to grow like a tree. So I just have to rub it, touch it. A hard-on is a terrible thing to waste. And I rarely waste an opportunity to blow my nuts. Whether it's in someone’s willing mouth or ass, on their face or chest, or on my chest.

And so here I am, driving north, the sun, the wind and me on the road. I reach into my shorts and feel my hardness pressing against my shorts, driving my length down toward my knee. I rub its length, stretching it out, pressing it. I take off my shirt, leaving the seat belt my chests only covering. My nipples are hard and the breeze rippling the hairs on my chest and abs as I push the accelerator down.

I've left the Twin Cities and head north, the landscape loses the urban sprawl and picks up the rustic pine tree and maple canopy that drives tourists’ nuts in the fall. The radio blasts some Rock into the air, I'm communing with man and nature. The steady beat of the pavement adds to the beat of the blood pulsing in my cock. I know I can't hold out much longer and I hit the cruise control.

I drop from reality, thinking of the hot cock swallowed over the weekend. The tasty load sent gushing down my throat, the white hot load I sent up his ass. I reach for my waist and unbutton my shorts. Then the zipper, with a metal purr I feel the heat of the sun hit my briefs. I lift my hips and slide my shorts down my legs. I pull them off and throw them to the floor on the passengers’ side. I'm sitting in my 2(x)ist briefs, the one with the horizontal fly, form fitting. I see the head of my cock peeking out the leg band, soaking up the sun like some snake in the grass.

I lick my fingers and rub its head. My spit joins the clear juice that's beaded by the slit. I touch the drop and rub my fingers into it and bring it up to my tongue. I relish the salty taste as it spreads across my buds. I drop my hand down and rub more. I grab my hardness and squeeze.

I can't resist. I shove my briefs to the floor and I'm sitting naked in my car, racing along I-35 at 75 miles an hour, open to the world. My dick, now free, rises and hits the steering wheel then lands with a thwap against my abs, its precum matting my hairs together.

I grab my dick and stroke it, teasingly. I've got many miles to travel and want to relish this load. I approach a mini-van, kids bouncing around in the back, mom and dad in the front. I move to pass. There's dad, driving his brood to the north shore, the look on his face telling me he'd rather be somewhere else, quiet.

I slow until we're even, dad and I. He glances over. I wave. He looks at my hard cock pointing north. A wry smile crosses his face and he gives me thumbs up. I can see his wife talking to him. He looks away, with a smile on his face. I press the accelerator and zoom ahead.

I give Mr. Happy a few more strokes. He's glad for the attention. Though the sun is warn, it doesn't give him the touch he's looking for. I spit in my hand and bring the spit down, mixing it with the trail of clear juice leaking from my dick head.

I stroke, and stroke. Tenderly, firmly. Harder, then soft. Building to that release. I can feel the pressure building, sending my balls higher. I stretch back in my seat letting the cruise handle the speed. My hand moves faster and faster, up and down my seven inch shaft. And then I'm there. I squeeze my eyes shut for just a second as I break that first seal, and then two long ropes and several smaller ones send my seed into the air and onto my chest.

I sit for a moment, letting the moment pass. Then raise my hand to the cum covered hair on my chest and rub it in. Swirling the hair and matting it to my skin.

The wind rushes past me, as I drive.