Gay Erotic Stories

Warburg picked me up in his Chevy Avalanche right after work for a weekend of deer hunting at a mutual friend Dolph’s doublewide near Binghamton, NY. He was a real man’s man: 63 years old, 6’ tall, white slicked back hair, mustache, barrel chested and muscled from a lifetime as a union steelworker and a healthy love of guns and the outdoors. He was always up there staying with this person or that, coming around to our place for 4:00 cocktails and perhaps dinner and a bonfire. I guess I became aware of him when I was around 15 and an habitual masturbator. I’d think of everyone and anything to get off and when I got around to him, he just kinda stuck in my mind as a default fantasy when I needed to rub a quick one out.

Anyway fast forward 20 years and I never made my feelings known to him. During the summer months he’d be around in his tank tops and tight jeans and cowboy boots, showing off some rifle or other gun. We’d all shoot then drink beers and exchange bawdy talk always with the same conclusion, me beating off in the bathroom before bed.

Driving up, Warburg said he was hungry and pulled into a crappy strip bar off the highway. The girls were predictable, but he said that they have the best burgers around so we went in. All the girls seemed to know him as we made our way back to the end of the bar. After a couple of beers and some huge burger platters Warberg offered to buy me a lap dance and I hesitantly accepted. After two songs with the bruised greasy slag, I returned the favor and sent him back with her. When he was done it was on the road again for the last hour of our drive.

We drove for a few minutes on the dark road when Warburg cleared his throat, “That was some hooker, huh?’ I grunted some inane answer and he started shifting in his seat, “You know those burgers are sitting pretty heavy in me tonight, gotta loosen up the Levi’s a bit”. And I couldn’t believe it, but he undid his belt and the button and started rubbing his stomach down to the top of his dick!

I was mesmerized, staring at the area I’ve thought about for years. My mouth went dry, I felt like I was underwater. He noticed I guess and looked at me, I looked at his face and he smiled and said “it’s alright” and went back to driving and I went back to staring. In a few minutes he let out a sigh as if it get my attention ad began rubbing his stomach again, than he undid his other buttons, reached in and adjusted his cock so it was pointing at his belly and the head was peeking out from under the waistband. There it was clear in the red glow of the dashboard. He said it was ok if I wanted to loosen up, but I just grunted and continued my staring contest with the one-eyed monster.

In a minute or two he asked if I wanted to touch it and I brought my right hand over the center console and touched it with my fingers. Warberg told me to lift the console and get closer. As I lifted it out of the way, he pushed his pants and underwear down and the cock lolled to semi attention. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass by, I unhooked the seatbelt took the veiny, silky, muscled cock and put it right into my mouth. In my zeal to deep throat it, I gagged and had to come off it a little and he laughed and signed at the same time.

“Yeah… that’s good…suck that cock.” he said to me. “I always knew you were sweet, you faggot cocksucker.”

I was in heaven, it tasted smelled and felt exactly as I imagined it would. There I was cruising down the road with my hot daddy at the wheel and me where I belonged, working his hard fuck pole. He grabbed my hair and pumped my head on his cock for what seemed like an hour, but was probably 15 minutes. I was humming and moaning and crying because I was so in love. I was on top of the world as his precum mixed with my spit to make a delicious drink that I lapped up like a kitten.

He wasn’t close to cumming and told me to stop, I pulled off and he started jerking off and told me that he’ll tell me when. In about five minutes, he pulled over and started grunting and cursing; he pulled my head back on his cock and told me to take it all. His veins and glans throbbed and he shot load after load in my willing, grateful mouth. He screamed and came and cursed and called me all kinds of names, I dutifully swallowed every drop and kept sucking as he pulled back onto the road and headed for the house.

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