Gay Erotic Stories

HEY GUYS! I had another dude email me about some hot photos I posted awhile back with two men tearing out the ass end of their jeans. He mentioned how much he liked it when the man resists getting his jeans torn apart. So, I decided to write down a scene I had a few years back with a truck driver from Ohio. I must admit I got my rocks off twice over the course of writing this down. Tried to give you guys as much detail as I could! Jim TRUCK DRIVER RIP-STRIP---a true story! "There is nothing quite like the sound of jeans getting torn out...nothing quite like a man's ass slowly appearing beneath the ripped out ass of his jeans, while he struggles and begs..." I had a great scene with a dude a few years ago I met in a adult bookstore...He was lean and mean, about 40 years old (ten years my junior), and I was turned on to him right away from his swagger. He was leaning against a wall in the back of the bookstore video booth in dark blue levis with thick black belt and his truck keys clipped to his belt loop. He had black cycle boots on and had one shoe propped against the booth door watching me come in. The stubble on his face showed two days growth and his eyes watched me make my way toward the video booths. I was in cycle jacket, biker boots and torn Wranglers with garrison belt, and keys at the side too. I locked eyes with him and I knew I wanted that man. He joined me in a booth and I found he wanted some rough touching.

While some fuck movie was running, I pushed him up against a wall of the booth and grabbed his jaw with one hand while my hand started giving him a feel. I locked my mouth over his and he tried to turn away, but I had his face tight in my hand and I stabbed my tongue into his mouth. He liked his man ass grabbed through his levis and his pecs grabbed through his work shirt as I explored his body with both hands. I could feel strong tight cords of muscle in his biceps in his long arms. This man was solid! He was a truck driver and his rig was in the lot...I suggested some rough times for him in his rig---I wanted to give his body a work over---his dick was pressing hard against his crotch. He was horny as hell and he wanted a man that night. I remember following him out of the bookstore and watching that levis ass and 32 inch waist, packed in those jeans--and the jeans were starting to rip in the corner of the pockets, the dark blue denim filling that 100% all American ass just perfect.

That red Levis tag still sewn in the corner of the right pocket and further up you could see the bottom of the tan Levis tag showing a 32 waist and 32 length below the thick leather belt. The work shirt clung to his muscled back, and as he walked, I could see the 2 epaulets on the top of his shirt--similar to a cop uniform shirt, and that classic V shaped back. This man worked that body and he knew his body was HOT! God, my dick was rock hard! He had parked his rig in the back area of the bookstore--located off a highway, but a good deal away from the other cars in the lot.

He climbs into his rig, with his keys jangling at his side and his ass is bent over...I give it a grab, and he grunts out a "Yeahhhh"... he then gets into the back area behind the seat where he has a mattress and I can see a shelf with a bottle of poppers, he has a small coil of rope too...so I know what he is probably looking for...there was plenty of light to see him clearly---an important thing for my enjoyment too...I grab him from behind and grab his tits through his shirt and he gives a moan as he takes two long whiffs of poppers and passes the poppers to me...he likes having his titties grabbed by another man--I then take the rope and pull his hands behind him and tie his hands behind his back...

He is saying, "Hey man, be easy on me... I ain't no fag, man.” His low gravelly voice is just turning me on even more...I then return to his tits--sliding one hand under the patch pocket to touch his hard nipple through the cotton and he jumps when I grab that nipple and give it a twist. I pull his back to my chest and feel the power surging through that hard, ripped body of his...I then yank the pocket down and the cotton rips out on one side--you hear that incredible ripping sound cotton makes when its torn and he gives a startled shout--and the tear exposes his hairy tit to the air..."What the fuck are you doing to my shirt?"

I say. "Listen fucker, your clothes are fucking history--your body is mine tonight.” He twists and struggles--while I grab the front of his shirt and spin him around and look him in the eye, "Let's see your other tit," and I grab the front of his shirt and yank it open, sending the top 3 buttons flying all over the cab, hitting the steel walls...

"Fucker," he growls, “…my shirt!" I turn him back around and while my one hand is playing with his furry tits, my other hand is exploring that dynamite Levi’s ass. He says "Listen buddy...these jeans can't get ripped...let me pull them down...you can have my ass...just let me get my jeans off...these are my ridin' jeans."

I say "Buddy, your ridin' jeans are seeing their final night of use." and I slide my one hand into the right rear pocket--what a tight fit! I can feel his muscular ass with one hand and his heaving chest with the other hand...he is clearly turned on beyond belief--the thought of himself getting rip-stripped is far beyond his fantasies...he has probably never experienced it before and he is tripping out on a man who is peeling away his clothes like never before...

My hand bunches into a fist pulling the denim pocket away from his ass and you can hear and feel the denim starting to pull away from the corners of his jeans...he growls a "Noooo" as the pocket tears away and rips down the one side, exposing that man ass with dark hair covering the right cheek... I look down at that ass...seen through the 4 inch tear of the left side of the pocket...I can see the roundness of his ass--you can't see a lot yet. I like this approach to a man's ass--to see the skin while his jeans are still covering most of it...and slide my hand into the tear and find his pucker hole...he jumps when I touch it...

"Yeah, fucker, what an ass" ...I pull my hand out, and take both hands and grab his shoulder epaulets on his shirt and pull sideways, splitting his shirt almost in two, yanking it down halfway, pulling the material over his hard biceps to his elbows, holding his arms to his side... He is going fucking insane now... Never has he been stripped like this! Here he is, in his work shirt he spent the day in, driving his rig, probably stopping for fuel and food, strutting around, showing off that hard 40 year old body, thinking he is really hot shit, watching other men see his nipples pushing against the cotton....and now, getting his manhood tested to the limit, as his body gets uncovered in a way he never imagined...maybe his dick is so hard because he realizes this shirt that he has worn many times, advertising and showing off his V-shape, knowing it made him look like a hard working man, will never be on him again...who knows?

I then growl, "You've been working out this body of yours real hard--I bet you love strutting around in these working man's clothes, getting male and female heads to turn and watch your classic All American Build that you have get other people horny, huh?" His chest is moving up and down, and I can see the dark hair covering his pecs--just the right amount--and his large nips. I now push his head down on the dirty mattress, and he turns his head sideways and grunts out, "What are you gonna do to me?" I say "Why, I am gonna SEE what a real man's ass looks like first and then I'm gonna FUCK a real man's ass!" I crack some real amyl nitrate under his nose and he takes a LONG whiff--he's gonna need it... and set to work on that all American jock trucker fucker ass...his rear end is poked up in the air now...that dark blue Levi ass with a four inch rip along the pocket-the small red levis tag still intact--and I can see the tanned skin of his rear come into view as he squirms his tail end back and forth. I wonder if another man has ever attacked him like this before--the fucker asked for this anyway!

I am thinking I have never been so hard before--here I have half rip-stripped one of the true hot men in this country--and can see his shirt I have torn apart hanging on both sides of his upper body, still tucked into those Levi’s, with his wide black leather belt, and keys still on his belt loop, hands tied right above his ass, biceps hard, chest heaving, back straining with his muscles like steel cable stretched and both of us sweating... GOD! Now, I bend over, turn his head sideways and lock my mouth on his mouth and dart my tongue deeply into his...I want to taste a man's excitement...he is deliriously excited now...he doesn't know what’s in store for him and his jeans, but he has a good idea. It has electrified him physically--he is so tensed up--he is on a new kind of high. I can see he is rubbing his dick against the restraints of his jeans, slowly building to a climax I intend to be huge.

I lean back and grab the front of my own shirt and tear it open, buttons flying everywhere, and pull his sweating back up against my own chest. I can now feel his heavy breathing as our damp bodies touch--my tits pressed into his back. I pull my face away from his and look into his eyes and say "I am gonna fuck your man ass hard--right through your riding jeans--I'm gonna rape you, good buddy."

He locks his eyes with mine--he's got sharp bright green eyes and he gets a defiant look in his stumbled face. "Nothing goes up my ass, motherfucker! Keep your hands off my jeans!" The son of a bitch is just ASKING for it now...he's actually taunting me to get to his waiting ass. He KNOWS that I get off on the rip action now, and he's all up for it--feeding me all the physical and verbal cues he can muster. He is now PART of a new scene--rip n strip--he apparently never tried before, but he now is immensely getting off on!

I now straighten back up so I could savor this view--this hot ass within reach of a serious fucking. My dick was pressing hard against my levis and I had a tear along the side of my zipper...I stuck my finger in the hole and pulled down, tearing a 3 inch rip in my jeans and my dick sprung the fuck out. He sees me tearing my jeans open and he LOVES it. I grabbed hold of my pole and jacked it a couple times--God I was hot for that Man Ass I was looking at.

Now, I put both of my hands in that 4 inch tear of his jeans now--and I slowly pull each hand opposite ways and watch that denim pull apart--I go slow and determined and that trucker HEARS his riding jeans ripping--he howls "FUCK man!" And I say ""YEAHHHH!"

I stop pulling so I can now look at his ass--I can see his man hole now--it’s going nuts--knowing that it’s gonna get plowed in a few moments—it’s moving like it’s talking! That hole is framed by his jeans--pocket on left still intact, pocket on right hanging, that brown tag in view under the belt too, on that 32 inch waist... GOD what a turn-on! His riding jeans pulled apart, still on his hot body, but getting ruined forever. There IS nothing like a hot man's ass framed by his ripped open jeans! I slide my hands down his legs, still denim covered. I can feel his black leather work boots.

I spit a wad on his pulsing hole and he hoarsely yells "No!" I work that spit in his hole with my fingers and he's moving his ass with my finger...the torn pocket on the right hitting my hand as I go... I reach my other hand around and grab his hard tit and start pulling it. This guy's going berserk with lust. I pull my finger out of his hole and stick my hand in my front pocket and pull out a Trojan...tearing the wrapper open with my teeth, and rolling that fucker on my throbbing dick in 2 seconds...I then reach out with the same hand for the poppers...and hold it under his nose--he gives a super deep sniff...and I get a hit myself...now I tell him, "I am ready to have your trucker ass.” He is writhing in anticipation--of the conquest of his ass--while wearing his ridin' jeans!

I start sliding my finger in his hole and he groans--his asshole is tight, but takes my finger greedily... I pull it out and wipe it on his left pocket and poke the head of my dick in his quivering hole...I then slide my hand around to touch his dick--still inside his jeans and rub it... He starts moving his hips to get maximum feel of my hand...my other hand grabs hold of one entire hard pec...I can feel the man hair on that chest and rub my hand all over it ...slapping his bare chest hard. He grunts with each slap; my hand then goes up to feel his face and mouth---his mouth takes my fingers and he sucks then like a baby. I pull my fingers out and move both hands to grab both tits and pull them. I then poke my dick up and in his ass--RAM the fucker right in--FAST.

I push his face down into the mattress as he howls as his manhole is ravaged. "I'm FUCKING your ass! I am fucking your man ass! Thought your manhood was protected by your jeans? Think again," I am now riding him like a bronco--raping him. The shreds of his shirt bouncing with each buck I give him. I am going ape-shit on him--my dick must be touching his prostate, as he is going out of his mind. I grab his right pocket and rip it to the right hard, and a bunch of denim rips with it...now I can slide my hand around the side of his waist so I can grab his dick, which has wrapped itself around his leg. My arm is tearing more of his jeans with this movement, freeing up some space for me to grab his dick. He struggles, moving his tied hands and arms, muscles straining, sweat streaming off him and me.

I am ready to blast now--I am yanking on his man tits with one hand and jacking him with the other, and fucking his man ass with all my might. I growl "I'm FUCKING you man...I'm FUCKING your hot stud ass!" and we both fucking ERUPT at almost the same time...and for an extended time I continue to ride his ass as we climax--his wad shooting all over his body in his jeans and my hand.

I collapse on top of him...my sweaty chest on top of his sweaty back--hands still tied...and we just lay there--both still breathing heavy...saying nothing... I roll off of him and he turns and looks at me and says. "Jesus Fucking Christ was that HOT!" I untie his hands...he's rubbing his wrists--and just said..."Thanks man, I needed that!" I rip the rest of his right pocket off and stuff it in my own pocket and say, "A souvenir!" He nods and leans back. I eye that ripped-stripped body one last time...and I climb down out of his rig, my own shirt now open to the breeze and my wranglers with the crotch torn out and make my way back to my car.

Hey guys--post some of YOUR rip-strip adventures and I will write down some more of MINE!! Jim Phelps; email me! phelps46@yahoo.com