Gay Erotic Stories

Recently, I was given an assignment to do a data transfer in Derbyshire. It was a long drive. Nevertheless, I had arranged to meet with the Data Support Manager at 9 o'clock so I made an early start and reached the client's offices punctually. I asked for my the Manager, but was told he had not yet arrived, so I had to do my best to get started on my own which really pissed me off.

Anyhow, just after 10 he poled up. Although I had spoken to him over the telephone, we had never met. His name was Mark, 40ish, about 5'10, intense blue eyes, dark hair, in good shape and reeked of expensive cologne. In short he was as handsome as he was obviously gay. Now, though I am happily married, I have never been able to resist a bit of man-sex on the side. So, I decided to have some a little fun.

After introducing himself, Mark offered me coffee which I accepted, and told him that I had to get a couple of items from my car. While outside, I purchased a gay magazine from a newsagent across the street and on my way back upstairs stopped at the toilet to stuff a screwed up pocket hanky down the front of my briefs to enhance my packet. I put the magazine in my case so that when I opened it he would see it.

After coffee we started work on the transfer. Mark was very professional but I thought I caught him checking out my crotch once or twice, especially after I had opened my case to get a CD.

Soon it was lunchtime and Mark offered to show me a pub where I could get a good meal. So off we went to the pub. When we sat down I noticed he sat on the bench next to me rather than the opposite side of the table facing me. I asked if he lived locally. He said he lived very close by in the town and volunteered that although he had a boyfriend, he lived alone.

As we ate he started letting his thigh touch mine. I, of course, didn't move away. Before long there was a furtive hand on my knee and gradually higher. I of course did the same and soon realised that he was as hard as I was. When we had finished eating, Mark said he needed to collect something from home on the way back to the office. I said I would come along to keep him company.

His place was only five minutes away. We went in and Mark showed me into his sitting room. Mark made the first move by pulling me toward him and kissing my neck. Meanwhile, his hands had slipped under my shirt and where ruffling the hair on my chest and teasing my sensitive nipples. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh through the fabric of our trousers: I had to get it into my hand.

Pulling away slightly, I undid his belt and waistband so that his trousers fell away from his white cotton briefs. His raging prick was tenting them out hugely and precum had caused a small wet patch at the tip. I slipped my hands under the elasticated waist and eased them down over his hips. His prick shot upward toward his belly and flicked a tiny drop of precum onto my shirt. It was of average size, uncut with neat hairy balls hanging below. I held his length loosely and gently eased the foreskin down to reveal the shiny purple-red tip, Mark gasped sharply.

Quickly, he kicked off his trousers and briefs, while I removed my trousers. Mark then knelt down and after feeling my hardon through the fabric, slipped his fingers into each pant leg and caressed my balls. Soon afterward he drew my underpants down to my feet leaving my rampant pole exposed. I have an average 7-1/2 inches, cut but with very hefty balls that I keep neatly shaved.

I thought at first Mark was going to blow me, but instead he gave me an expert hand job, right hand working my dick while the left stimulated my balls and anus. I was soon almost screaming with the need for release and shot my cum all over his face and neck. After that I wanked Mark off. He was so turned on it took only five or six strokes before he was cumming powerfully into my hand.

Not wanting to cause any comment, we quickly cleaned ourselves up and went back to the office. We completed the transfer by mid afternoon with Mark giving no hint of what had happened.

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