Gay Erotic Stories

Part Two - Axle Grease

Gary pulled his dick away from my lips. "Watch this." He reached up with each hand and took his nipples between forefinger and thumb. "I discovered this back when I was a kid and first started jacking off. Let's see if it still works."

He started turning his nipples back and forth like knobs on an old time radio, then closed his eyes and tilted back his head. I watched silently as his limp penis started to fill with blood. The powerful organ began returning to its full strength, soon rising to once more make contact with my fully prepared mouth. I took him for the third time. Not knowing who was designated to do the work, I lightly tongued the underside of his head, while keeping my lips midway on the shaft.

Gary began to move his pelvis towards me, and then slowly pulled away. I kept my head stationary and waited for him. Removing the hands from his nipples, he looked down and smiled, "Just like I was 14 again."

He placed his hands on the back of my head and locked his fingers together. Now he closed his eyes and started to fuck my salivating mouth. He pushed the entire eight inches in as deep as it would go, then pulled himself back halfway. As the tempo increased, he bent his knees and dipped lower, then thrust upwards and in deep. He began to move his glorious pole like some sort of gigantic coffee stirrer.

I watched in amazement, as his firm belly rushed towards me and moved away. Straining my neck forward, I was able to position my nose so it could make contact with tiny beads of sweat on his fur trail. I could feel the incredible power underneath the skin of his belly each time my nose poked him, as his body flexed and undulated in some sort of erotic ballet. Reaching up with both hands, I massaged his chest, absorbing the powerful pectoral muscles hidden under that beautiful fur. Slowly, I headed for his nipples and repeated the technique he had used on himself. The man's body convulsed from this and I could tell I had hit pay dirt. His button had been pushed.

Now he fucked my mouth with full gusto. Masculine power and dominance oozed from every pore of the man, as he gracefully increased the pace, twisting and turning his magnificent cock into me from every angle. I saw him writhe and flex. I heard him gasp and moan. I felt another huge gush of manly sperm flood my throat. He locked his knees and thrust the contracting organ as deep as it would go. I squeezed my throat muscles with all the strength I could summon, desperately straining to move the back of my tongue to stimulate underneath his cock head. Successful, I massaged him there while crushing the manly meat with the roof of my mouth to drain every gob of sperm he had left to give. Gary twitched and flexed, as I mercilessly attacked his unit and sapped every ounce of strength from him. All the while, his radio knobs were gently turned left and right. Finally, his head collapsed onto the sweat-drenched chest and he panted in an attempt to supply necessary oxygen to his rapidly beating heart. My glorious man had done it again. Another incredible orgasm had been achieved, with me being the beneficiary of this amazing performance.

Slowly, he began to take his cock from my mouth. I clamped onto the shrinking unit, continuing to attack him with the tongue. His body convulsed with involuntary contractions from the brutality inflicted on his exhausted penis.

"Oh! Oh, my god!" He lovingly rubbed the back of my head with his powerful hands, half wanting me to let go, half wanting me to never release.

I could see the poor man was spent, so I mercifully loosened my jaw, released his nipples and allowed him to escape. I looked up to see him still breathing heavily, as he removed his hands from my head. Now he stood before me, exhausted and limp.

"Here buddy, take the chair."

I stood up and he immediately collapsed into the seat. He had a boyish grin on his glowing face, as though he were 14 again and had just gotten away with something he wasn't supposed to do. I took his company logo ball cap and placed it on his head, carefully tilting it in the same adorable way he did. Finally, he spoke to me. "That was absolutely amazing. I never dreamed in a million years anyone could make me feel this good."

I knelt in front of him and kissed his firm stomach. Looking up, I tried to return his compliment. "I'll tell you what's amazing. You remember back when you offered me your candy, and I asked you how many loads you had left?"

"Yeah."

Well, I was referring to trailer loads, and you answered three. Do you know how many times you got off tonight?"

He took a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling, silently rethinking recent events. Then his eyes returned to mine. He beamed when he answered, "Three." "Damn right! Now that's amazing, especially considering you worked like a dog to get those three loads of cars delivered. Then to come in here and give me three loads, I'm impressed."

I reached down to lightly massage his balls. "These babies here are just a sperm factory. That last load you shot was almost as big as your first one."

Gary laughed at this. "I think maybe I've worn my poor balls out. Let's wrap it up. Ok?"

And soon we left the shed. I watched as Gary drove his car down the exit lane, then I immediately got myself into our building's bathroom, where I stripped and jacked off. I don't know how many times I had already creamed in my under shorts, but I do know that I masturbated one of the biggest gobs in recent memory.

Soon I was locked inside the fence, circling the lot and absorbing all that had happened this night. I was totally satisfied, not only for what I had given him, which was a temporary respite from years of neglect, but also for what he had given me. I had participated in one of the most incredible displays of masculinity and stamina I had ever witnessed, and I wondered if he could possibly repeat or even outdo such a performance on our next meeting. I looked at my watch to see it was 5:30. One and a half hours to kill before I could go home to the sanctity of my bed, where I would once more beat it off and rest myself for Saturday night. ________________________________________ At 11 pm my shift started as mundanely as ever. Lickspittle handed me the keys and mumbled something in his half-asleep stupor, which I ignored as I continued walking for the gate. It was nearly two hours before Gary arrived.

As I let him in, he smiled and asked, "Anything going on?"

"Hell, no."

We got into the Jeep and I headed for his truck. On the way, Gary got a bit personal.

"Hey, where do you live?"

"Up in Oak Ridge Park."

"Is it a house?"

I decided to give him plenty of information, just to see where he was going with this. "I live alone at the Hillside Apartments, number 216. Do you know where those are?"

"Are they the ones on Crystal Avenue at the top of the hill?"

"Yep."

As we arrived at his truck, the subject suddenly changed. "Look at this. Only two loads tonight." He showed me the list of cars to be delivered. "Let's knock this shit out and get down to some real business."

That pretty much told me everything I needed to know. He was ready to go again, and I was glad to hear it. So I helped him stage the autos and within two hours he was returning from his final delivery. I waved him into the fence and followed in the Jeep as he parked his truck. Then he jumped in with me for the ride to the gate.

He looked a little tired. I could see beads of sweat on his forehead, as he lifted off his cap and massaged the top of his thinning scalp. I wanted to make sure this was his decision, so I told him, "You know, we don't have to do anything tonight if you're not up to it. I won't think any less of you."

"Oh, no. I'll be ok. It's just that I usually don't work at this pace. Believe me, I've been looking forward to this since I left here. I just hope you are up for it."

I found this comment rather strange. After all, why wouldn't I be ready? I thought I'd given him every indication that what we had going was thrilling me to death. I decided to let it go, because I really didn't want him to know that he was affecting me like no man ever had. Perhaps I didn't want to admit that to myself either.

I decided not to press him as to why he wanted to know where I lived. Foolishly, I fantasized that he might some day show up at my door like some lost child, begging me to take him in and protect him from the cruel, cruel world.

We entered the drivers' shed and he made his phone call to headquarters. As he hung up, I knelt and reached for his zipper, but Gary's hand stopped me. "I need to ask you something. Do you like to fuck - I mean, be fucked?"

I stood up. The answer was no. I had allowed someone to do that to me early in my experimentation period and did not like it one bit. My asshole hurt for days, and from that day forward, I had devoted myself to becoming a first-class cock sucker, because that is what I really loved to do and reciprocation had never been important to me. My pleasure came from servicing horny men with my very talented mouth.

But something strange was spinning in my head. Little by little, I realized that I was developing a very strong desire for this man. He had been the only thing on my mind since we had parted nearly 24 hours earlier, and as I now looked at him with his cap boyishly tilted to one side and eyes gazing up at me with a puppy dog longing, I began to surrender. I allowed him to pursue the subject. "Not really, but why do you ask?" "I just thought that if you liked it, maybe it would be some way I could repay you for taking care of me. I don't really want to suck your dick, because I'm just not that way. I guess I could jack you off, but I was hoping I could satisfy you this way and we both could enjoy it. It's been so long since I've poked anyone who really cared about me, I just thought maybe you'd be interested."

"You do repay me, Gary. I love sucking you off. That's all the satisfaction I need."

His head dropped and I barely heard him mumble. "Okay, go ahead."

Now what could I say? The poor, pathetic creature was once again begging for me to lift him out of his misery. Jesus Christ, he was like some spoiled brat who couldn't have his way, and this made me horny as hell! I had already seen how masterfully he had performed during the oral fucking. Could his skill at ramming it up my ass be any less thrilling? Well, there was only one way to find out. "I'll try it, but you have to promise that you'll take it out if I ask you to."

Gary jumped up from the chair. "I promise. C'mon, let's go."

"Where?"

"Follow me."

We left the shed and headed for his car, where he unlocked the back door and brought out from under the driver's seat a flat can, which resembled a huge container of shoe polish or saddle soap.

"What the hell is that?"

"Axle grease. Ever tried it?"

I burst out laughing. "For what you're gonna do? You gotta be kidding. Let me see that shit." I knew he had to be joking.

"Wait until we're inside." He started walking towards my building. "This is something else I discovered as a kid. I used to tinker with old cars, and one time when I was horny and all alone in our garage, I jacked off with it. It is a fantastic lubricant. You won't feel a thing."

He strutted towards the door and I could tell he was pretty excited. As for me, I was still amused at the thought of axle grease being rammed into me. I knew he couldn't be serious, but of course, I was envisioning the nasty black crap you see dripping off the undercarriages of old automobiles. When we got inside the building, Gary opened the can to show me what new axle grease looked and felt like. It was a dark blended color of grey, green and blue. I poked my index finger into it. The texture was that of petroleum jelly, but perhaps a little thicker. "So this is what it starts out like. I never would have guessed." "Yep. Think you can handle it?"

"Time will tell. Where do you want to do this?"

"Lock the door. Does anyone ever come around here this time of night?"

I looked at my watch to see it was almost 3:30 am. "Nope."

He waved me toward him and I locked the door before following. We went into the locker room. Here there were no windows, just a dozen lockers, two long folding tables and several chairs. Gary pointed to one of the tables. "How about you bend over the end of that, will that work?"

"I'll try it."

"Good. Let's get neikked!"

We stood face to face about four feet apart and began to undress. When we finally dropped our shorts, Gary's dick was pointing at me and ready for action. What surprised me was the fact that my own peter was hard as could be. The revulsion I had always felt at the mere mention of the word "fuck" had mysteriously disappeared. I stepped toward the end of the table and made contact. The edge of it hit me midway between my navel and pelvic bone. Then I bent forward and laid my chest on top, clasping my hands on either side of the table and past my head. Now I waited.

I heard him open the lid of the can. Then I felt the cold metal on the small of my back as he laid his supply in front of him. "Let me get you started."

I felt his lubricated fingers smearing the axle grease around the rim of my anus. Soon, the sound of the lid crashing to the floor was accompanied by the feeling of pressure in my ass hole. He had inserted one of his fingers and began to move it back and forth. I tensed up at this sensation and doubled my tightness when he stuck in a second finger. Gary tried to calm me. "Just relax those muscles. Everything is going to be ok."

His soothing, yet deep masculine voice allayed all my fears. I began to think about who was doing this to me. I imagined what the scene behind me must look like, his magnificent penis primed and patiently waiting, as he gently prepared me for his assault. Gary felt me slowly relaxing my anus, as my yearning for him intensified. I was now fully willing to sacrifice and please him by any means necessary.

The glorious one and a half inch diameter of his manhood now invaded my body. That perfectly shaped mushroom head made a popping suction sound as it slid past the rim of my ass. Once inside, he waited for acceptance. I slightly tensed up my behind and gripped the table tightly with my hands, but soon my mind convinced all the muscles to relax and enjoy what was happening. He slowly brought himself forward and further into me. I soon felt his heavenly pubic hair on my buttocks and I groaned at the realization that I had taken him completely. I turned my head and smiled, so that he could see my groan was one of pleasure. Now Gary took over.

With loving care, he began to thrust forward and pull back. In my peripheral vision, I could see that he was rising on his toes for one thrust, then bending his knees for the next. Slowly, he increased his tempo and continued assaulting me from all angles.

His expertise and gentle approach totally consumed me. I envisioned the grace and power of the man, as I had witnessed during the fucking of my mouth. But this time, I fantasized that some sort of Greek god was subjecting me to his desires. My own seven inch cock seemed to grow to 12. Here was I, the lowly human, sacrificing my worthless earthly body to the he-man behind me. The mighty Zeus had chosen me to receive his magnificent seed and I started to accept his gift with skills I never knew I had.

I squeezed his powerful penis with all my might each time he came towards me. My desire was to keep him deep inside me forever, but the man-god pulled away, only to quickly return from a new direction and seemingly drive his glorious organ in deeper. Each time his pelvis met my buttocks, I would clamp onto him with incredible contractions and challenge him to escape. He began to moan with pleasure at my participation, and his left hand started to massage up and down from my back to the neck. I felt the can in the small of my back being pressed down, before the sound of metal crashing to the floor told me he had extracted all he needed of the axle grease.

Then I felt heaven. This manly god leaned down to rest his torso on my back. His firm nipples were poking me below my shoulder blades and I could feel his moistened chest hairs smearing the middle of my back, as he continued to slide to and fro. I thought I would melt underneath him. Ruthlessly, I clamped down on his increasingly powerful penis and offered him all the resistance I could. My desire to stimulate this incredible man's dick made it nearly impossible for him to pull back. But he did. He now rapidly thrust his cock back and forth, still managing to expertly approach from every possible angle, once again stirring a cup of coffee with his big poker. His breathing increased and so did mine. He reached up with his left hand to grab the hair at the nape of my neck and tug on it. I was now being totally overwhelmed by the incredible dominance and power of this man.

Suddenly, I felt the grease lubricated fingers of his right hand surround my rock hard penis. He had reached under the table and begun to jack me off, just as he had done to himself all those years ago in his parents' garage. What kind of man had I discovered? He wanted to please me, as much as I desired to satisfy him. The intense admiration I had for him at that moment cannot be put into words. This amazing man coordinated the stroking of my unit with the thrusting of his. All entities worked in unison like a finely tuned engine. His hand and my cock, my anus and his poker all pumped together like pistons, each accepting and stimulating one another before returning to repeat the cycle. Someone hit the gas pedal and the motor began to rev out of control. Both minds tried to withhold the inevitable, as we wanted this machine to pump until the end of time, but eventually our nervous systems took control.

Our orgasms were conjoined in time. Both were so magical and so powerful, that neither of us made a sound. During the initial spurts, all breathing stopped, as we flexed our bodies to capacity in order to expel the beginnings of our incredible loads. Then we released it all. Simultaneous explosions of sperm filled the cavity of my rectum, while mine shot to the floor below. As he continued to fuck and jack me, we both released animalistic groans and exclamations of excitement, the two of us overwhelmed by the incredible heights of ecstasy we had achieved. His erect nipples raced up and down the middle of my back, as gobs of sweat lubricated his chest hairs, now firmly pressed between my moistened skin and his solid pectoral muscles. The left hand fingers were now clamped into my left deltoid and I felt his powerful penis driving into me deeper, deeper and deeper, until it seemed his cock was inside of my own. He held it there and continued to shoot. My dick grew even more powerful as I imagined his organ in mine. Ungodly wads of sperm were exploding from my unit, as though both of our loads were exiting from the opening of one. I could feel the masculinity oozing from every inch of his hard body, as he filled, covered and smothered me with the release of untold years of frustration. At that moment, two entities had become one. The incredible power of this man would now be a part of me forever.

I thought it would never end. I prayed it would never end. His hot breath flowed over my back, as the strength of his glorious penis slowly began to subside. His rough, masculine hand loosened the grip on my cock, stopping to slowly massage the head and coax out the final gobs of sperm I had to offer. He must have imagined he was stroking his own meat, because the love and expertise he gave to me could only be performed by the owner of a penis.

Then his magnificent organ was removed from my body. I felt the semi-engorged head of his cock slip past the rim of my asshole and gently leave me just as it had entered. Now we both waited in silence, thinking only of what we had experienced, while our heartbeats slowly returned to a normal pace. The entire weight of his chest collapsed onto me and he rested his weary head between my shoulder blades. I longed to roll over so I could caress and comfort him, but feeling him recover on my back, drenched with his manly sweat, was more than enough at this time. I reached up painfully behind me and massaged the top of his moist scalp, just as I had done when he first asked me to after bumping his head on the trailer.

The silence was broken. "Are you okay?" He lifted himself from me and stepped back. I stood and turned to face him. His arms were hanging limp at his sides and chest still heaving, the body glistening with sweat. That quizzical, mischievous grin defined his ruggedly handsome face. I sat on the table to admire the manly beauty, as I answered him.

"I'm more than okay. You were fantastic. I never thought I'd like that, but boy was I wrong."

"I'd never do anything to hurt you. I guess you know that."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I let you do this."

"I guess we better get cleaned up. You wanna go first?"

"No, you go ahead. I'll fix this mess I made on the floor."

And that's how our second night ended. He showered, dressed and waited for me to do the same. I sat on the stool and expelled the load of cum from my rectum, then showered, dressed and returned to the locker room. Gary thanked me once more before getting in his car to leave. I headed back to the gate and soon was inside the fence of the auto ramp. That's when I began to analyze the situation.

I couldn't help notice the restraint we were showing. I knew the feelings I had were something different and new to me, but I didn't really want to share this with him. After all, I had already broken two of my long-standing rules because of this man; the first being not to mess around with people from work, the second being to never take it up the ass. I refused to accept that he was coaxing me to break another rule I had made for myself, and that was to never fall in love. My heart had been broken before and I vowed it would not happen again, but this guy was driving me nuts.

So, now I was left to ponder the big mystery. What the hell did he feel for me? Obviously, I knew I had shown him pleasures he had long forgotten, but how long would that sustain him? What kind of crazy bitch was he married to? Did she have any clue as to what she was missing out on? How could she so cruelly neglect him this way? I stopped short of thinking about the ramifications of him leaving her for me. This ridiculous soap opera was getting out of control and it frightened me.

As the sun rose and my shift ended, the separation from him caused my desires to fade - slightly. I decided the ball would have to be in his court and that I would say nothing about what I was feeling. I'd just wait to see what he had planned for night number three. Meanwhile, I went home, got into bed naked and jacked my meat once more. Who do you think was the subject of my fantasy?

End of Part Two