Gay Erotic Stories

We have great weather in the South, especially in the spring and fall. Right when spring starts into summer, everything is so green it vibrates. Waking up early in the morning becomes an intense pleasure, and your energy is so easy to channel into incredible sex! My studio apartment faces up the mountain on the third floor of an apartment building on the south side of the city. A busy street up over the mountain passes the building, and the landlord was offered a substantial monthly sum to let an ad agency place a billboard above the parking lot, directly out my window. A little discussion got it moved back about 25 feet, and everything was cool. All it blocked were the headlights of cars coming down the mountain at night. It also gave me major privacy without having to cover my windows. And the ads! This was the premiere ad agency in town, and they were responsible for major accounts. Imagine waking up and seeing a twelve foot tall and twenty foot wide gorgeous Marlboro Man smiling at you...Needless to say, Calvin Klein took on a whole new dimension for me. One of the Jeep ads made my friends wonder what had happened to me for a month. It was a new kind of fantasy, and I really enjoyed waiting to see what would be put up for the next thirty days for me to enjoy, bigger than life, and right where I could lie in my bed and look directly into the eyes of some new American super stud. Early one Saturday in June, I was sleeping with the windows open. As usual, no covers, just sheets and naked skin. Right after sunrise, I heard the clank of an aluminum ladder, and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes just in time to see the head and deeply tanned shoulders of a hunk climbing up to change the bill board. He had on a ball cap, a pair of Levi cutoffs, and construction boots. That was it. And that was all he needed, too. His body was perfect, not too heavily muscled, with a broad back and deep "V" shape. His ass was barely covered by the backs of the cutoffs. Jeez, what an ass! His deep tan set off fine golden hairs forming a happy trail from the middle of his back down into the shorts and back out the bottom, exploding into halos of reflected light around his thick thighs and muscular calves. As I watched him maneuver his ladder and climb onto the work platform, I didn't even think about coffee. All I could think about was the eight inch hardon I had under the sheet. I propped myself up on the headboard and prepared for a very gratifying personal wake-up call. He turned to retrieve his tools, which he had lashed with a bungee cord to the top rung of the ladder before leaning it up to the platform. As he knelt down to pull up the heavy bucket, the shorts gaped a bit in the crotch area, and I got a hot shot of a fat uncut cock head and some hairy balls barely constrained behind the worn denim. The happy trail on his back was duplicated in the front, rising in a thin line to his pecs and doing the golden spread across his chest. His arm muscles bunched and thickened as he hauled up the bucket hand over hand. I was losing it. I couldn't wait to see his face. I wasn't disappointed. When the bucket reached the platform, he raised his head enough for me to see under the bill on his ball cap. Straight white teeth set in incredible lips, then tanned skin, and dark blonde eyelashes around eyes so blue they were almost white. I could see the color from thirty feet away. I made an anguished sound and almost came right then. He heard the noise, and looked around to see where it came from. I held my breath, afraid he would figure it came from my window and look in to see me stroking my aching cock. He looked past my window, and then back again. If he could see me, he gave no sign. Turning, he got down to the business of peeling my Jeep fantasy away. I watched him from behind, mesmerized by his tan line stretching above the waistband of the shorts as he reached for the upper strips. The rising sun soon caused him to perspire, and I bit my lips as the sweat slowly trickled from his shoulders through the groove of his back muscles to start soaking the center belt loop of the cutoffs. In a few short minutes, the wet spot was a dark triangle on the shorts, outlining the tops of his ass cheeks fighting against the bleached out worn fabric. He worked with a seductive rhythm, stretching, peeling, pulling, dropping, stretching, peeling, pulling, dropping. I matched his rhythm as I stroked my cock, concentrating on his perfect body and building toward an explosive climax. Even my breathing matched. Time stood still. My cock was throbbing. As he finished peeling the old sign off, I got a little reprieve. He turned and descended the ladder. I watched intently as his body disappeared below my windowsill. I let off, trying to save my imminent orgasm for his return. I knew that it would be more intense if I came while he was in view on the platform. A few minutes passed. I waited anxiously for him to get back so we could get down to it. About the time I crawled to the window and leaned over to look down into the parking lot, there was a knock at the door. A glance through the peephole confirmed it. It was him. I opened the wooden door, naked, and looked down at him through the louvers on my screen door. "Got any iced tea to go with that hardon?" was all he said. As I unlocked the screen door, he entered. One hand went straight for my rigid pole, the other for my left nipple. Both got a sharp squeeze as I turned and locked the wooden door behind us. That nearly blew my load. His shorts hit the floor with a quick two-handed button fly yank, and I was down on him in an instant. His sweaty uncut cock swelled in my mouth, and the aroma of his air-conditioned crotch was the sweetest thing I had ever smelled. I rubbed his perfect furry ass with both hands, trying to force more of his thickening cock down my throat. He raised one of his construction boots up my thigh, and gently rubbed under my cock and between my butt cheeks with it as I knelt on the floor. The sensation of the leather boot caused electricity to shoot up my asshole. I doubled my effort on his cock. Then he raised his leg, placed it on my shoulder, and exposed his perfect ass crack and hole. Inserting a finger along side his cock in my mouth, I moistened it and began lubing around his tight little furry pucker, gently probing. His hands grabbed either side of my head, and he started fucking away at my face, pumping the now huge dick in and out as I did my best to keep up with him. Fifteen deep strokes, then thirty, then fifty, the head swelling all the time. "On the bed", he said. I crawled up to the bed, and as I started across, he grabbed my ass with both hands, lined himself up, and plunged into my asshole. Trust me, I was ready. His cock filled me completely. I could feel every vein throbbing as he buried it up to the pubes. His strong hands held me firm and he pumped hard against me, pulling all the way out and slamming it back in each time. All I could do was hold on to the sheets and say go baby. He flipped me over, cock still in, and pulled my legs tight against his chest and over his shoulders. Then he started fucking. The sweat was flying. The cords in his neck stood out as he pumped me full of that cock. Each lunge was inching us across the bed until my head was hanging off the other side. Each stroke was rubbing and poking and torturing my prostate, and my asshole tightened up as I got ready to explode. "Ready?", was all he said. As I blasted my load, he blasted his. I could feel the spurts out of his thick dick in my asshole, and it felt like they were travelling up through my cock and exploding between us. After delaying mine for so long, it felt like I would never stop coming. He must have put a quart in me. We collapsed on the bed. Every nerve ending I had was going fucking berserk! Neither of our dicks got soft. After a few minutes, he started gently moving in and out of me again, the cum inside acting as lube. His pole got hard as a rock, and we did the fuck dance, moving from position to position slowly, finding the best, and building for an hour. When we finally did come again, the sheets were soaked with our sweat and spunk. We laid there quietly for a while, coming back to our senses. "How about that tea?", he asked. I went to the kitchen to get the tea, still shaking and vibrating and radiating from the pleasure. What a man! And what a ball-busting fuck! When I came back with the tea, he was buttoning his shorts back on. He took it with a smile, drank it down at once, and said, "Thanks for the great fuck. I gotta get back to work." At the door, he turned and said, "Oh, and thanks for the tea, too." I never said a word. I crawled back into bed with my glass of tea, and watched out my windows as he remounted the platform. My cock started twitching again as I watched him unroll the new strips of sign. Glue, stretch, unroll, smooth...glue, stretch, unroll, smooth... This month's billboard isn't quite as sexy. It's a local TV channel's ad for some Lucy and Mayberry reruns. But it does say "Thanks for the Memories!" David B.