Gay Erotic Stories

I took a drive today up to the nearest big home improvement center, planning to pick up supplies for building a fence and planters for the yard. Since it was Saturday, the place was packed with weekend builders loading up on project materials. Lots of guys in shorts and tank tops, and plenty to look at. After collecting and paying for my lumber, I loaded it in the truck. Hard work done, I returned to the store to look for a drill that was listed on sale. Near the drills was a beefy looking guy wearing a tight white athletic shirt and denim shorts. He was about to stretch the shirt in half, and his perfect round butt was testing the worn fabric of the shorts. His dark hair was cut short, and his dark eyebrows framed beautiful bright blue eyes. His tan showed off the dark hair on his chest, legs and muscular arms. He was holding the drill I was looking for. As I walked up, I got more than a second glance from him. About the same height and build, my short blonde hair and green eyes seemed to spark his interest. I walked up and pointed at the drill he was holding. "Is that the tool that's on sale?", I asked. He gave me a big wide smile, and said, "Depends on which one you're talking about..." I took the bait hook, line and sinker. "The one with extra power, high torque, and two sets of rechargeables so you don't have to wait to keep on drilling. And it comes in a great looking case." He smiled again, and said, "I think I know which one you mean. My name's Bill." Oh boy, it's Bill with the drill. "David", I said and shook his hand. I passed the grip check, so we kept talking about the drill and its features until we both picked one up and headed for the checkouts. He was first, and he turned and waited while I checked out. Outside the store, I asked him if he had lunch yet. "Not yet", he said. "Any suggestions?," I asked. "I'm not from here." "Yeah, follow me." His Jeep was nearby, and we pulled out of the parking lot and went about a mile on the busy highway before he turned down a side street. He pulled up outside a great looking house - with a fence and planters like I intended to build when I got home. "Best restaurant on the island," he said, "Come on in." The interior was as great as the outside, with lots of built-in stuff. This guy knew how to use his hands for sure. The kitchen was straight out of a magazine. Bill was already busy pulling food out of the fridge to make sandwiches, and I sat watching the muscular globes of his ass fighting against the denim as he worked. I couldn't stand it for long, and I got up and walked over behind him, placing my hands under the firm butt cheeks and squeezing each. He flexed them hard against my hands. "That feels nice," he said. I reached up and pulled the shirt out of the shorts, and raised it in one smooth movement over his head. He turned then, and I could see the points of his hard nipples through the forest of hair on his chest. I leaned down and started tonguing and sucking on them, watching them grow and harden even more. He started massaging my chest as I was sucking on his, and soon he had my shirt off, tweaking my nips up into equally hard points. I raised my head to see if he was a kisser. He was. He met my probing tongue with his own, and soon we were pressed together, exploring each others mouths and getting hotter by the minute. My hands traveled from the back of his waistband to the front, and I gave the buttons on his shorts a quick yank, dropping them straight to the floor. His thick cock strained against the fabric of his underwear, and I couldn't resist. I was on my knees, licking and sucking the lengthening prong through the fabric, soaking and saturating it as I went. I grabbed the waistband of the underwear with my teeth, and pulled them off over his stiff dick, watching it pop straight up toward his navel. It had to be nine inches, thick and cut, with a big flaring head. His balls were large and hairy, and the sac was pulling up tight to the base as he got more excited. While my tongue traveled over his cock, my hands tugged and loosened his ball sac, tickling the space between them and his asshole. His ass squirmed against the counter, and he started moaning as I worked. I raised up enough to get my lips over the corona, and plunged the entire length down my throat. More moans told me he appreciated my work, and his hands came down on both sides of my head as he guided his meat in and out of my hungry mouth. As he pulled back, I could taste the precum he was leaking on my tongue. When I pulled my mouth off of him, stringers linked my lips to the head of his dick. He pulled me back up by the ears, and locked his mouth over mine as he unfastened my shorts and yanked them off over my stiff eight inches. Our dueling cocks matched our dueling tongues. He led me from the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. A king size bed with crisp white sheets waited in the cool darkness, where he threw me face down on the bed, crawled between my legs, and started eating my ass. His hot tongue licked and prodded the tender ring, and I could feel the heat of it inside me as he worked his way past the tight opening. My cock was hard as a rock as he opened me up, getting me ready for the monster. When he had me good and wet, he slid up into position, spread my legs apart, and started feeding the cock up my ass. I groaned as the flared head forced its way through my opening, and he waited until my asshole stretched to accommodate it before slowly and relentlessly pushing inch after inch of his thick cock up me. I could feel the head of it somewhere right below my navel as his pubes tickled my butt, and he waited there for a minute for me to get accustomed to his length. His weight lowered onto my back, and he licked around my ear and nuzzled around my neck. "Nice ass," he whispered. I flexed and tightened the muscles in my ass, kneading and squeezing the huge cock inside of me. He pulled out a little, and started pumping, slowly at first, then in bigger strokes. He lifted my ass off the bed, grabbed me by the hips, and started plowing away, pulling out almost all the way, then slamming back in, the entire length of his cock rubbing across my prostate with each stroke. My cock was humming, and my ass tightened even more as I came the first time, ropes of cum on the sheets under my belly. He pulled out and turned me over, scooping up my come, rubbing it on his cock, and then plunging back in at the new angle. The head of his cock now tortured my prostate constantly, keeping me hard, and building me quickly to a second orgasm while he pumped away in my ass. I started to have a continuous orgasm without cumming - he knew when to stop just long enough to keep me going without blowing. Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. When his mouth found my nipple, I thought I was going to explode. My tightening ass was too much for him finally, and he rammed it home one last time as what felt like a quart of come blew up my ass. The hot molten jizz filled my butt, and the spreading warmth triggered my own orgasm, spraying jets of hot come between our chests, cementing us together as he collapsed on top of me. It took a while to collect our wits. The man had pretty much turned me inside out, and from the looks of it, he had a pretty good time too. His cock was still embedded in my ass, as if he was reluctant to give up the warm tightness. "Wow," I said, when he raised his head and opened his eyes. Smiling, he kissed me deep, and I could feel his meat twitching in my ass again. We slowly fucked some more, his cock probing gently around in the lubrication of his first load while we made out like teenagers. We came again, less forcefully, but still mind-blowing. Something about that cock really tripped my trigger. It was a perfect fit. As we showered together and cleaned up, we remembered the forgotten lunch. I got him to pack it all up in a cooler, and we took it and some sodas to the beach for some sun. I imagine I'll come up with some more projects that require the trip to the home center this summer. So, maybe I didn't get my project completed this weekend, but I did find a buddy who likes to work with his wood.