Gay Erotic Stories

I recently returned from a trip to Montreal where I had a fantastically surprising experience. I had gone to the city to see some friends and to attend an art showing at the Museum of Contemporary Art. The trip had been relatively uneventful; the art show was great, my friends were all as much fun as I remembered and I generally had a nice time. Towards the end of my trip I decided to take a short bus ride out to the ski resorts at Mont Tremblant and have a look around as I had heard it was very scenic there and well worth the visit. The trip was wonderful and as beautiful as I had hoped. The people were friendly and very helpful and I felt quite elated as I viewed the slopes and the surrounding area. I had a nice meal in one of the chalets and wandered through the town before heading to the depot to catch the bus. While waiting at the resort for my bus trip back to the city I noticed a 40ish man in the queue watching me. I had not noted him during my visit but he well could have been around while I spent my day at the resort. He seemed to be watching me quite intently as we awaited the bus so I decided that I would pay attention to him. He was on the tallish side, perhaps 1.9 metres ( just slightly taller than I) and had dark wavy hair and a rugged sort of complexion and green eyes. He had the type of build that one often sees in a construction crew – burly, sturdy with large hands, thick thighs and a somewhat stern countenance. I, on the other hand, am blonde, blue-eyed with a swimmers build and a very fair complexion. We played a sort of cat and mouse viewing game, each one trying not to be caught looking at the other but often just catching the eye of the other as he looked away at the last moment. Nothing was said and we waited quietly until the bus arrived and disgorged its load of passengers before we climbed aboard and prepared for the journey back to the city. There were only six other people besides us waiting for the bus so it was relatively empty for the ride back. Most people took seats in the first few rows closer to the driver but I moved farther back to have some privacy in case I decided to have a nap on the journey. I settled quickly into my seat, put on my headphones and turned on my iPod. I didn’t really pay attention while I was settling in so was rather surprised to look across the aisle and see my “pseudo stalker” settling in directly opposite me. There were dozens of empty seats all over the bus so I now accepted that he had some particular interest in me. We quickly got underway but I was keenly aware of his gaze on me even though I tried not to return it. I did not make directly eye contact but noted his lower half as he sprawled across the two seats with his legs and crotch in my direction. After perhaps 20 minutes on the road I note that his hand was gently caressing his groin area and due to either his actions or the tightness of his pants, his bulge was now quite obvious to anyone who might happen to look. This was getting me a little nervous but also very stimulated. I looked over more overtly and he smiled at me while grasping his now bursting crotch. I smiled back nervously and tried not to stare at the display before me while at the same time rearranging my own now firm genitals. He noted my discomfort and broke into a very toothy grin and motioned for me to take off my earphones. I did so and he asked me if I had enjoyed my time at the resorts and whether or not I had liked the scenery. I affirmed that I had done so greatly and that I wished I could have spent more than the afternoon there. He then move over to the seat on the aisle rather than at the window and motioned for me to do the same. I did so somewhat reluctantly as I wasn’t sure of his intentions and really what he might want from me. We chatted amiably for a few minutes about relatively innocuous stuff and then her asked how old I was and where I was from. I told him I was 53, originally Irish and that I now lived in Toronto and had been in Montreal for a visit and decided on this short excursion. He told me that he was 38 and was originally from Turkey and had been working at the resort for a couple of months as a plumber. All the while, he was gazing up and down my body like a hungry hyena and I am certain I had broken out in a sweat and was blushing. He motioned for me to move over with him on the pretence that we could continue talking without the distance of the aisle between us. I was suitably turned on that I didn’t even question the rationale for this request and complied immediately. Once on his side of the bus he rested his large hand on my thigh and proceeded to massage my leg while looking directly at my now bulky crotch. He took my hand and placed it directly on his bulge and said that this is what looking at me had done to him. What I felt was like a large zucchini trapped in his pants and despite my own sense of decorum and composure; I caressed it to get a better sense of its true dimensions. My guess was that it was 25 cm long and very thick. Without even thinking about it, I pulled down his zipper so that I could check out this wonderful weapon. I told him to watch the other passengers to make that certain no one was wandering back our way to the restroom. Once I got the zipper all the way down, I reached inside and pulled out his incredible cock. It was indeed as large as I had surmised but very smooth and a nice tans colour. I played with it while he closed his eyed and quietly moaned. I had never done anything like this before but just couldn’t resist this hunk of male flesh. I knew then that I would do whatever I could to maximize his pleasure. All the while, he was reaching over and opening my fly to pull out my equally rigid and thick cock and vigorously rubbing it and pulling on it. Fortunately, the other passengers were oblivious of our actions. He then said that he wanted to suck on my dick so I had to let go of his cock for a bit. He proceeded to bend down and engulf my whole 23cm cock in one effort and force his nose into my balls. His throat was well practiced and he was able to gently constrict it around my cock as he only slightly moved up and down. At this point, the whole bus could have been standing there watching and I would not have noticed or cared. His throat was amazing and within a couple of minutes I was ready to cum. I urged him up but he refused and I just erupted into his throat and he swallowed all of my cum down without losing a drop. He moaned rather loudly through some of his but I took barely any notice. Once he had drained me he sat up with a very satisfied grin and told me that although he would have loved for me to do the same to him, he had erupted the same time as me over the front of his sweater. I was thrilled that his sucking my cock was so satisfying for him but also now a little disappointed that I would not get to return the favour of his blowjob. I did though bend down and clean off his cock with my tongue and collected some of the cream on his sweater. That pungent taste reviving me almost immediately, I knew that I could probably go again and the looks of his still firm member confirmed that he might be able to as well. I looked at my watch and determined that we only had around 30 minutes before we would be back in the city so I asked him where he was staying and if he wanted to continue once we got off the bus. He told me that he should be going home to his wife and kids but that he could probably spare a couple of hours and claim that he had taken a later bus. We talked quietly about our little sexcapade and both of us were obviously looking forward to a repeat once back at my hotel. We tucked our cocks away and cleaned up as best we could and readied ourselves for the end of the bus journey. I continued to sit with him and to occasionally grope him as he did me. At one point he leaned over and thinking that he wanted to whisper something to me I too leaned toward him. Instead of a post-coital sweet nothing whispered in my ear, I received a wet and lingering kiss on my cheek then lips as I turned toward him. He told me his name was Tariq and I told him mine. The rest of the ride was uneventful but once at my hotel I got to experience that torpedo-shaped cock in my ass and down my throat for the rest of the night. I loved his slightly hairy chest and did my best to make certain that he would remember me long after our sexual fervour had ended. I sucked his armpits and chewed on his huge copper nipples until he could not stand it any longer. I ground my ass onto his giant prick and drained him of any seed that he might have been saving for his wife. He also took great pains with my cock and made certain that his throat was well and truly stretched. He did not return to his family until later the next day when I had to leave for home. He had texted me a few times in the last few days and I have decided that a further trip to his area is now warranted!