Gay Erotic Stories

“Sure, I’ll help you with the unit. But if you don’t mind I’m gonna bring a few beers with me.” he said that would be fine and that he may be having one. Another case in point to get the deed done; he rarely drank alcohol. By the time we had ended our conversation, my beer bag was in my left hand and my eagerness to get to his place was high.

As always, his five foot nine inch, lightly tanned form looked so construction worker masculine and meaty in his T-shirt, tight jeans and work boots. Full head of dark brown hair in something of a finger stir style. After he stood to take the beer from my hand, I stole a gaze at his ass as he turned to walk across the room. While we drank that first beer, I waited for him to suggest we get to move the a/c unit before we got too buzzed. But then came the second beer, then the third. Then I went to the pisser, and when I returned there was a fuck flick showing.

Immediately, the last time that situation was upon us rolled through my mind. When I sat, it was closer to him and my right hand was in a light fist of restraint. When not looking at the old flick, my brown eyes gazed over him and his meaty build. The head of thick and dark hair, his eyes was the same chocolate shade as my own, and I saw them look first at my hand, then his tool box. Yet my hesitation prevailed.

“They’re fucking pretty hard there, aren’t they?” he asked and first pointed at the flick then touched my hand when he laid his back down. With the other hand, he nonchalantly pulled his shirt up, which showed his hardness sticking above the waist of his jeans. After my eyes stared the length of what throbbed and pointed toward his belly, I hesitated not one second more.

As my long fingers slid along the hardness of his dick, a groan escaped my throat, then his. Our eyes locked, his thick tongue cruised over his shadowed lip as he nodded real easy, and I was quick to put all ten fingers to work. Unfastened his jeans, reached past his underwear and pulled his uncut vascular pole into the open. My mouth watered as I watched my hand wrap around and stroke it without the skin being pulled back. He thrust his hips to my fist and the skin rolled off the head. I heaved a hungry sigh then leaned into his lap and went down on his manhood.

His sigh of relief made my mouth water, and I began to bob. But slow, for I wanted my taste buds to savor every drop of his cock sweat. After a pause for swallowing his mildly salty sweat, it was back to the head for a few, quick tongue rolls around, then I went back to slurping over the whole dick. In doing so, I looked up at his handsome face. The chocolate eyes were closed in bliss the masculine hair-laced jaw was tight, with something of a pleased smile erotically spreading his full lips. It was obvious he fully enjoyed my action.

So he helped me to get his jeans down past his knees and I moved my activity on down to his balls. They were a bit on the side of tight in the sac and against him when I first dragged tongue over them. But being that I like to use my tongue as something of a sexual weapon, I coaxed them to relax down into their sac. Then one at a time, they were taken into my mouth and slowly bathed in my wet and loving oral warmth. He moaned hard and slid down in the chair, which forced me to change my attack angle. I released the left nut, slurped in the right, made sure to bathe it just as lovingly. He bucked to my mouth then forced me to make another change when he raised his jean-confined legs. He only got them as far as my gut, but he used my tight body to support his effort in driving those delicious nuts down my greedy throat.

His hands did touch my head, but not for the reason I had in mind. Instead he used the left construction roughened paw to hold my head still, and the right one to remove his nuts from my mouth.

“That’s right,” I whispered. “Put me wherever you want my mouth to work you over!” He returned my oral action to the seven and a half-inch shaft of his meat, which was exactly where I wanted to be. Yeah, after he lowered his feet back to the floor and relaxed a bit, I thought he was gonna let me suck his cock the way I wanted. Oh how wrong I was. Once I got a few slurps down on that thing, the grip that progressed onto my head told me I was in for something slightly different.

When he again raised his feet to my trim gut, I knew what he wanted. So I untied and removed both his steel-toe work boots and one leg of his fitting jeans. Once he utilized the room and placed a leg on each side of me, he got hold of my head once again and moved it around with meaning. He made sure my tongue got a taste of every inch of his cock. I wanted to taste all of it just as bad, and was quick to get hold on his firm thighs in my fight to do so. But he quelled my desire with an increase in the pull on my head of black hair till he got my mouth off his cock.

“Slow,” he whispered in heavy staccato, gave me a thankful reprieve in grip and swallowed really hard.

“I’ll try and relax and just let you feed me, but it’s gonna be hard. You know how much I like to suck your cock.” I said to have him chuckle.

The instant my lips touched the foreskin, his grip got a bit tighter and was accompanied by another slight pull. It took a few but I was finally able to let him use my head to pleasure his poker. I did all possible to ease my tongue between the foreskin and cockhead, but the closeness they shared made it next to impossible. In slight compensation I rolled my tongue around the head with the skin up. Then used my tongue to push the skin back and teased the bare head of that fucker.

“Aaah yeah!” he said and caused a hot shiver to travel through my six-foot kneeling. “Do it man!”

After I slurped for a while longer, I forced him to let me free that cock head so I could watch it throb in time to his heartbeat. Every fresh throb made my mouth water all the heavier to once again take that throbber back in and enrobe it in all my oral warmth and skill. My decision was to instead move down and service his balls.

But along the way, I slid tongue down the shaft of his pocket dragon. It felt and tasted so good, my nose was next and on the sniff for more of his man scent. The heavy wave of man-heat it sent through had my whole face into the mix before long. And boy did that cock ever feel great as it dragged over my nose and through the thickness of my black moustache. Then over my full lips and down under my hair-shadowed chin. A few more times over my cheeks and forehead then I sucked that cock back into my mouth.

To treat that cock that way made my cock throb and my hand flew to it immediately. Gripped it with great restraint and stroked with the same state of being. By the time I actually reached his nuts, I was full of groans and gave him every help out to lift his legs so I could again run hands down their masculine hairiness. My tongue attacked his balls wildly; flickered over them, grazed left then right, and slurped them in and out with varying degrees of suction. He only loved every action and groaned in full want of more. As I was full of the will and ability to, I gave it all.

The higher he attempted to raise his legs, the more my full concurrence was clear for him to do so. My hands soon put grope on his fine and full cheeks of ass, which drew yet more of a hip rolling reaction from him. Because of my knowledge and how I have relished in what it does to a man, I moved my eating just below his nuts to the tautness of the perineum muscle.

“Aaah!” he expressed and abruptly ceased all movement, as did I. But just for a few seconds, for when I lazed tongue over his middle a second time, he relaxed and began to whisper. Not quite clearly right away, but I felt I was due to find out exactly what he wanted. To help things along, my hands went to his hard and hairless chest and slid over the lightly sweaty smoothness of the flesh. Lightly at first, but the more he filled my ears with moans, groans and seethes, the more force I applied in my working over of his manly body.

“Oh yeah, lick me right there!” He cried as his feet eased down on my wide and willing shoulders. “That tongue of yours…man can you ever use that motherfucker!”

“Like that licker, do ya!” I asked and continued, to have him continue his lust calls in a right loud manner before attempting to answer. Because I already knew the answer, I licked his middle again to assure he didn’t speak. Yes, the fervent of my action did keep him word free for a while. But during that time, his actions screamed all he was feeling. With his grunts and groans came movement; of himself and parts of me as he felt necessary. Oh boy how I loved the feel of his chest as it rose and fell with his every heaving breath. That was what I felt with just one hand. The other hand he had moved to his ass. The more I slid the hand over and groped at those fine cheeks, the more and harder he used those feet on my back to move against me. His sounds converted more toward words the longer and more furiously I licked. When I got grip on the solidity of his cock and gave it a few strokes, he again spoke.

“You’re gonna get me so f u c k i n g hot if you keep that up!” He said rather loudly. I licked my way to his balls and stopped only when I could look just past that cock and see his handsome face.

“That’s exactly my objective.” I told him while I gazed into his dark and lusty eyes. “Tell me just how hot you wanna get! Tell me what you want me to do to get you as hot as you wanna be!”

“Keep on doing what you’re doing.” he said.

“Tell me what I’m doing.” I pushed.

“You’re using that hot fucking tongue to lick my middle and it feels so good! You’re playing with my dick while you lick me, oh yeah! Touch that nipple, oooh! Yeah do it real slow, like that!”

The pause he put between us was surely filled. With the sounds of my licking, lapping, moaning and groaning with every fresh maneuver over his lower ball sac and middle. There was also the response to what he had told me. I couldn’t help but try and make him tell me more.

“You like how slowly I can touch your nipple and lick your middle at the same time, don't ya!? You don’t have to tell me, I know you do! Tell you what, why don’t you try and watch how much more I’m gonna do to your cock, balls and you hot middle with this mouth of mine! And I want you to t a l k to me! Tell me exactly what you feel and what you want me to do to you!”

“I’ll try.” He whispered as I got a finger around his rigidity. Damn did he ever look hot lying there all humpy, handsome and lightly tanned. Spread out for me to pleasure in any way that I felt. His hand supported his head of soft, thick brown hair. It was so erotic how the arm curled and brought forth the muscle with just light support effort from him. He was determined to watch me work my face over him I knew, but he had not yet experienced my full facial wrath.

A greedy groan escaped my throat as my sight crawled over his built and hairless chest. His wide, brown areola alone was enough to drive my mouth to the nipples and he was instantly responsive in his acceptance. His hand caught the back of my head just as my tongue prepared to touch the nipple. It helped drive my point home and I got a great groan and rolling body heave for my effort. The action helped put me atop him, and things fell into the realm of my dominance. My arms wrapped round his back and I pulled him up to myself while wildly tonguing over his left nipple. “Son-of-a-bitch!” he said with carnal diction. “Take me man! Give me all that mouth and make me hot! Lag that hot mouth and rag over my nipple, ooohh yeaaah! Give it to me good man; make me feel so fucking good!”

I couldn’t help but slide fingers into his thick hair. I moaned at feeling how soft and willing it was. I slid those fingers through for a few seconds, then got grip and gave it a light tug. He seethed and touched my head; I stared up into his face with my spit-covered mouth, to have him smile. Then I dropped the pleasant surprise on him; by first lowering him back to the floor, then I licked down to and over his trim and hair-laced belly. Once he was slightly wet and squirming, I grazed my three-day goatee over the softness of the skin. He pushed on my head all the while, finally getting my mouth back down on his stiffer. I took it in slow, till the head was buried in my throat. To hold it there was a joy, for the action had him with grip on my head, he made more noise and thrust really hard to me the longer I did so. When I freed his meat, he gasped and rubbed over my curls gently, almost thankfully as he obtained a somewhat calmer breath. But I continued to work my face up and down his shaft while I stroked my own nine inches at a comfortable pace.

“You really do like to suck my cock, don’t you?” he asked to my surprise.

“All you gotta do is just whip it out for me to show you just how much.” I told him, then went right back to sucking it.

“I like how you use that mouth on me,” he began, “and that tongue of yours, wow! It’s so hot, and you can get it to moving so fast! Yeah, like that, oh yeah! Suck all over the head of my cock! You do it so good man, uh huh! Play with my ass oh yeah! Aaaah! Yeah touch it man! Get that finger wet and touch that hole!”

His request was to be honored, but in my time. First, I had to finish my full oral wrath. So once back to the head of his hardness, I dragged tongue down the underside, to stop just above his balls. He rose up to make me go further; I slid back up to the head. Then I dragged tongue down the foreside, to stop just above his pubic bush.

“Come on man, get that mouth down there on my balls!” he said and applied those hands to my head once again. I shook free then continued the way I wanted to. His continued request soon turned to asking, then went to something of a begging whisper.

“Right there man, oh yeah right there! Get that tongue down there and lick those fucking balls!” His hands came back to my head, to stay. After he forced me to lick his balls till he had again raised his legs and moved me to his perineum, he moved my head back to his cock.

“Suck me off!” he growled, to have me moan in answer.

While working my face up and down his prick, I recalled an earlier request and dragged my middle finger over the base of his fucker, then applied it to his hairy pucker.

“Oooh-oooh-yeaah!!” he said in staccato. “Touch that hole man! Touch it real easy, yeah! Just like that! Suck my cock while you touch that hot hole, oh, do it man! Go ahead and do it for me please!”

Just a few passes of wetness and my finger was going into him. My cock throbbed viciously in my left hand from the heat of his inner manliness, and I drove that digit ever forth. He tensed and squirmed a bit, but a simple cock swallowing relaxed and made him more accepting. Once I got in to the second knuckle, I gave him a reprieve, but only on the work of the finger. With all help possible from him, my head continued to bob on his stick. He called my name in a heavy whisper, and I prepared to press on.

When I withdrew the finger some from his heat, he groaned. To ease it forth made us moan, and he asked for more, which was all I had to give. With each fresh stroke he called to me more and louder, tried ever harder to get grip on my short curls.

“You keep it up man! Keep that up and you’re gonna get me off! You wanna get me off, huh? Do you want me to shoot all my cum for ya?!” I moaned in reply and shoved that finger a bit faster.

“Fuck yeah! Keep sucking that cock and shoving that finger in my hole! Oh, yeah, it’s getting’ ready to shoot it off, here it comes to ya man!”

Just as I felt the first blast of his load hit the back of my mouth, my first shot splashed on his ass. From there, all was a hot, colorful haze of orgasmic emotion. When I found my coherent self again, I was on the floor beside him.

After we stared at each other for the duration of getting our breath, then cleaning cum, we went to move the a/c unit. I thought we were going to carry it up the winding staircase, but to my delight, it went just a few steps to a storage area. As I gathered my things, my mind was on the next time, and my hope was that we would be able to feel the air conditioning unit blow over our hot bodies.

GRIFFIN a.k.a. CANADIAN BEER DRINKER