Gay Erotic Stories

As I sucked him into the back of my throat he hissed, "Suck my dick. Oh yeah. Suck it." I obeyed, bobbing up and down glancing up to see he did not take his eyes of the road or his rear view for cars. I trusted his watchful eye and went for it, giving him deeper, longer slurps which he rewarded with an, "OH YEAH!"

My fingers naturally slid down to the very base of his shaft . . . and as my lips would reach the head of his dick, my hand would piston down to touch his balls which were hanging heavy . . . at the touch of my fingers and palm they started to tighten up . . .

"Oh ho, huh . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . keeping sucking . . . oh yeah play with my hole." This I did but remembering not to go too far . . . as he has a limit this side of finger fucking . . . so I just teased and circled his bud . . . stretching and stimulating him until I was rewarded with a distinct musk . . . and he hardened considerably in my mouth . . . swelling up . . .

He put his hand on my head and pushed down . . . at first I thought he would cum as he stopped my bobbing . . . but he slipped himself out of my mouth, too and said, "stay down, stay down" -- a string of cars was going by. I kissed and licked his thigh to keep things heated up.

The cars passed and I went at his meat again . . . with more butterfly licks . . . and he arched a little more fervently . . . I slowed down to make him last now . . . still teasing balls and ass . . . his breathing got more husky . . . and he kept saying to suck him. His favorite word. I focused more on the frenulum and teased that spot between his balls and hole.

He started growling below his whisper . . . then above it . . . "You want my cum? I'm gonna cum. You want my cum?" I did want it remembering its sweetness. "You want it?" Mmmm hmmmm I managed and kept my mouth clamped down on him . . . his whole body started to tense . . . I was pretty sure he no longer had a fully secure view of the road so I sped up . . . he suddenly held his breath as his juice started flowing . . . it was sweet as I remembered, but there was more than I expected flowing in, in, into my mouth slowly then faster . . . he gasped and humped my face and more spurted in.

I didn't want to shame him or mess up his meticulously clean cabin . . . so I held it in my mouth . . . flicking my tongue around his head until he groaned and yanked his cock away and got a paper towel for himself. I gave him a thumbs up . . . patted his thigh and hopped out. I went discreetly to the fence under the tree and let his juice feet the tree and grass there. Sadly releasing it for my own safety.

Then I walked back to head to my car. He tapped his window and I looked at him . . . he was smiling (a First, usually he gives you the silent treatment after cumming) and handed my my sunglasses. I thanked him and he thanked me.

And I went back to my car with a satisfied grin and a raging hardon.

It was late now, but I was still horny enough for one more . . .

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