Gay Erotic Stories

“Damn it’s hot” I said out loud wishing the car would cool off more quickly. It was a typical hot August day in the Midwest and I really didn’t want to spend the rest of the day in sweaty business clothes. I was on my way home from the office in the middle of the day to meet a pest control guy to determine if the bats I’d found in the house were the tip of a bigger colony. Bats are creepy little creatures, but when the pest control guy stepped out of his truck, I suddenly didn’t mind them so much. Like me he appeared to be mid-thirties, about 6’0” tall, 180 pounds – and married. His dirty blonde hair and blue eyes gave him an “all American guy next door look.” He had a killer smile and appeared more muscled than me. His introduction had that “I’m a totally nice guy” quality too that just made his good looks and manliness that much more attractive. It had been a while since I’d had sex with another man and my mind was racing with lust as he was explaining how bats colonize and that seeing a few usually meant there were a lot more possibly inside the chimney or attic – both of which he’d have to check. My eyes were roaming over his crisp khaki uniform every time he looked away and when he wasn’t, I was making direct eye contact hoping for a hint of returned interest. “Damn he’s hot,” I thought to myself as he crawled backwards into the fireplace to look up the chimney, opening his legs wide as he sprawled on the floor in front of me. Nice crotch shot, I thought, as I suddenly realized that he was looking at me rather than up the chimney. He hesitated and stumbled over his words and my recovery was no better. Like me, he appeared perfectly straight and I sensed a closeted shyness not unlike my own, but I knew I needed to be more careful. I decided to cool it and stick to the purpose of his visit. Having found no evidence of additional bats, we moved on to the other fireplace and it’s chimney. I busied myself in another part of the room as he declared that chimney bat free as well. It was time to check the attic and I made the mistake of following him up the stairs to the second floor, which gave me a great view of his rounded ass. When I opened the door to the attic stairs, the stifling heat that escaped through the door took us both back. I apologized for it being so hot and he responded that he was used to it and that he had learned to carry extra uniform shirts. He then added that he often thought it would be easier to go up in the nude and save the cost of laundering so many shirts. He looked straight at me when he said it and then proceeded up the stairs. Until then, I had kept my cock under control but it was starting to spring to its full seven-inch attention and my boxers and loose dress slacks were no match for its march upward. I followed part way up the stairs to the point that I could see him move around the attic and listen to his comments about vulnerable spots, but keep my bulge out of his line of sight. It took about ten minutes for him to thoroughly check the whole attic and return a bat free diagnosis. Ten minutes was long enough for him to be completely drenched in sweat and his formerly crisp uniform was clinging to his muscled body, sweat rolling off the exposed hairs on his arms and legs. He commented that a clean shirt was no match for being this sweaty and he hated to spend the remainder of the day like this. “Damn he’s hot!” With uncharacteristic boldness, I suggested that he was welcome to a shower to cool down. I had made a vow never to have sex with another man at the house. Even the smallest risk of my wife coming home unexpectedly was too great. But I’d already let the “bat out of the bag” so to speak and if he took the bait there would be no turning back. And by the grin on his face he was about to take the bait. He pinched the sweat moistened fabric of my shirt between his fingers, looked straight at my crotch and commented that he wasn’t the only one that needed to cool down. At that point I lost any control I had over the situation. His hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his and my body in full contact with him. His tongue was all over my mouth and I didn’t hesitate to return the action while his hardening cock ground into my already granite hard shaft. We broke and moved to the bathroom down the hall. He ordered me to start the shower and mauled me with his hands as I adjusted the temperature, telling me how he was going to check my hot ass for bats with his special probe. We then quickly began unbuttoning each other’s shirts and stripped them off. He had a hot chest with beefy pecs, a light dusting of hair and big juicy nipples. I took a nipple into my mouth and began to suck it and he rolled his head back and let out a moan of satisfaction. I was probing his muscled arms and shoulders with my hands when he suddenly pushed me away to visually explore my smooth and muscled upper body. We then removed the rest of our own clothes; me finishing first and taking pleasure in watching him remove his sweat soaked jock. As he did, his thick seven and a half inch cut cock sprang up against his belly. It was the most gorgeous sight I’d seen in a long time with big shaved balls swaying beneath it. He motioned me into the shower and I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him. I licked up the inside of his thighs to his balls and sucked each ball, which drove him crazy. He verbally assaulted me with requests and encouragement as I licked up his rock hard shaft and swirled my tongue around his perfectly shaped head. As I prepared to swallow his shaft, his hands grabbed the back of my head and forced me onto his cock. I devoured it and sucked it with abandon. He was moaning with great pleasure while he pumped his cock into my mouth. I was ready to take his load, but he pulled out and traded positions to suck my cock. He returned the treatment I had given him and it was driving me wild watching the water roll off my body and cascade down his. He then began to rub my ass crack with his finger. Damn, he was serious about probing my ass, I thought, as his finger slipped past my tight butt hole. I was hotter than ever now with this hot stud simultaneously servicing my cock with his hot mouth and probing my ass with his fingers. Now I was ready to give him my load, but he suddenly stopped and stood up in front of me. After another hot kiss, he told me he was going to fuck my ass as he turned me around and bent me over. The combination of sex in the shower and this hot stud had me revved and ready as he positioned the head of his cock at my ass and began pulling me onto it. Damn he was big and it hurt like hell at first, but he took it slow and once he was in the pain turned to pleasure. It had been a long time since my last fuck and my ass was tight. But he was quickly moving in and out of it and fucking me aggressively with his balls slamming against my ass cheeks. I was yelling at him to fuck me hard and he was yelling back what a great fuck I was. My cock was ready to blow and I could tell his was too. He said he was going to cum, which I wanted to see, so as soon as he pulled out of my ass I spun around. With each of us giving a few tugs on our own cocks, we exploded at the same time momentarily splattering cum on each other’s cocks before the streams of water washed it away. We collapsed in each other’s arms and kissed one more time. Agreeing that we were sufficiently cooled down, we exited the shower, dried off and dressed. I wrote him a check for the service call and thanked him for coming out on such a hot day. We both laughed at the phrase “coming out” and resumed our straight routines.