Gay Erotic Stories

I bought the station cheap because it’s way out in the middle of nowhere on a county road. I’d never make a living from the gas but I’ve got a good rep for making engines run and keeping ‘em running. I been a car buff since I was a kid, used to build hot rods and drag race. Got over the thrill, finally. I love the cars but I sure get lonesome out there. I put in a line of snack food and beer, just to get some of the local farmers stopping by on their way to town and back. Put in a few VCR tapes for rent, a couple of video game machines. Hell, next thing you know I got folks running in and out all day, got behind on my engine repairs. So I have to shut down the front about dark, when the trade slacks off and work the garage long into the night. No big deal, I got no reason to run home. The wife is always bitchin’ about something and the kids get on my nerves arguing about the TV. That damn trailer is too fucking small and too hot! I’d rather be out in the garage listening to soft country music and belly up under a truck. That’s where I was about nine o’clock one night when Russell Dunnagan come strolling back and kicked my shoe. “Howdy, Donnie. Is that you up under there?” “Well, hell yeah! Who else gonna be eating grease this time o’ night?” I was glad to have the company. I rolled out from under the truck. “Coreen let you out at night?” “Shit, Coreen done moved back in with her Momma. You heard I got laid off at the mines? First paycheck I missed and she’s packed up and gone. I’m not too damn broke up, you know?”, He grinned, “Never was cut out for domestic living.” His drawl always made me grin. We went way back, together. High school and baseball and stuff. Kind’a quit hanging together when we both got married. “I was just laying around the house, bored stiff. Outta beer... hoping you might be back here.” “Good timing, I done had all I want of this badboy. Beer sounds mighty fine!” I stood up and began putting away my tools. “Glad to hear it. Wasn’t too sure of my welcome even if you was back here!” He had a shy grin, tipped his head to the side like a pup. He was a sight! Country as they come with his thick neck and wide shoulders sticking bare out of his overalls, his big, dumb ears! Hell, I’d missed the sonofabitch! “You always welcome, Russ. Glad to see you, for real. Look ...”, I held out my arms, “I’m covered with grease. Grab my keys on the bench and go get us a couple of cold six packs from out front. I gotta scrub this shit off.” I had a shower in the parts room, peeled off my clothes and kicked off my boots on the way back. I’d just got the water hot and worked up a lather when he brought the beer and settled on a stack of cases to watch me bathe. It gave me a little funny feeling, being naked in front of him, kind’a nervous. Got me to thinking about when we was kids, the first time we saw each other naked. Our first spring training with the team. Coach made us pick up the equipment and then clean up the litter around the concession stand, ‘cause we were the rookies. When we got to the showers, everybody else was leaving. He had the biggest, longest dick! Damn, I couldn’t stop looking at it. “What ‘cha staring at? You never seen a dick before?”, he laughed at me. “Is that what it is? Thought you was washing your pet snake!” “Yeah, my cotton mouth. Look out, he’ll bite ...”, and he stepped close and lifted the damn thing towards me. I jumped back and we kept laughing. After that, I held him in a special respect. Having that tool made him seem more grown up, more a man than I was. I got to thinking my little thing wasn’t enough. I got shy around him and I guess he figured it out. We was sleeping over at his house one night and got to talking about stuff, after lights out. “Ain’t nothing short about you, Donnie. You bigger than most guys I seen. You ought to see Jason, shit! Even when he gets hard, it ain’t no longer than your finger.” “You seen him hard?” I wasn’t baiting him, just fascinated with the thought of seeing anybody hard. “Sure, we go fishing sometimes, up Willow Creek. Couple of times we, you know, we jerked off. Jason’s cool, even if he’s got the smallest dick in the world!” “Did you ...? I mean, can I go sometimes? Sounds like fun.” I was actually hurt! He made me feel left out. How come Jason’s so cool, I’d like to know? “Yeah, you can go. But we don’t have to wait. We can do it right now.” I was already bulging hard, just thinking about it, but a little scared, too. I didn’t say nothing. Then I felt the bed moving in a rhythmic little bounce. “Are you doing it?” I whispered. “Uh huh ...”, he grunted. Then he kicked off the sheets and from his movements, I knew he was pushing his pajamas down. Damn, it was too dark to see it. I shoved mine down, too, and started pumping my own hot bone but I was thinking about his big snake and wondering what it would feel like to jerk it’s long length. He moved over next to me and our legs and hips rubbed together. God, I was so hot! When his hand came over on my hip, I couldn’t believe it. His fingers stroked the back of my hand as I pumped up and down. He leaned his lips close to my ear and whispered, “Let me feel how big it gets ...”. His hand slipped over mine and I withdrew, letting him grasp, then stroke me. “Feel of mine.” I didn’t need a second invitation, I fumbled for that prize and found a hot poker, squirming in my palm. “I’m gonna’ blast!”, my voice choked back the noise, but he didn’t let go. He amazed me, he slid his hand up to the swollen head and let me shoot off in his fist. It was embarrassing but, god, it felt so damn good! Then he spread my jism down on my balls and in the valley between my legs. It felt gooey and slimy! “Let me show you something fun”, he whispered, then he was climbing on top of me and pushing his long tool down there, under my balls. Instinctively, I knew where this might lead and my sphincter knotted up, but he just slid it between my legs and it felt great. I tightened my thighs to give him more friction. “Oooh, yeah, man!” He was whispering into my neck and I wrapped my arms around him, clung to him and pumped my hips up to him. Was this fucking? I wondered? Was this what everybody got so excited about? Now, I see why! god, he went crazy in my skinny arms, began kissing my throat and his passion excited me, I felt my dick rising to his thrusting pelvis and then he was squeezing me and I felt his hot jism pouring out against my ass. Wow, so this was sex? I fucking loved it! A hundred times better than my fist! A week later, he broke me in, sucked my dick to show me how, then my turn. He let me fuck his ass, then my turn. I was hooked. One entire summer I bet we made it three times a week on average, with some overtime and second innings! Then he moved on to somebody else, and me too. And we began dating girls with the buddy fuck sessions slowly faded away. Then, once we were married, it was a little awkward when we met. Embarrassed grins and quick handshakes. Maybe it never happened, huh? Maybe it was just an adolescent wet dream. The shower was running cool. I had a tiny hot water heater and showers didn’t last long. The chain of memories had run much faster than my story, but slow enough to give me a stiff bone and make me turn my back to Russell, watching from the dim corner. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist before turning around. He dropped his eyes, but I saw the ghosts dancing there. He remembered, too. Was that why he came to see me when he was alone and down? He took a long pull of beer and I noticed his bottle was still almost full. “Got one of those for me?”, I asked. My voice came out husky. “Sure, here you go.” He twisted off the cap and passed it over. My fingers wrapped around his hand and I held him there, just a moment. “Thanks.” I turned up the bottle and my towel slipped down, I caught it, let it hang from my grip. I knew I was still thick and semi hard. He eyed me, uncertain. I got the towel back in place. I went over by the cot and turned on the radio, low. They were playing a slow two step, sweet harmonicas and fiddles. I sat down. “Come on over, softer than them boxes”, I slapped the cot next to me. His grin went up a few volts. He came over, in no rush. Brought the beer and set it on the floor. “You got all the conveniences of home in here, don’t cha?” “I do, now. Come on down.” I pulled off the towel and began drying my hair. He unhooked his bib and let his overalls drop open to the waist, sat down by me and put an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him. He held me against his bare chest. “I missed you, Donnie.” He spoke right into my ear. “I been waiting on you, Russell, every night.” Maybe I was, maybe I just didn’t know it. I sure been waiting on something. Life gets awful dull just waiting around. He lay back on the cot and pulled me down beside him. “Mmmm. Nice.” He wrapped his arms around me and held on for dear life. “Ain’t never been so good as it was with you, Donnie.” Maybe he was lying, but it felt true, for that night, anyway. “Don’t know how many nights I lay up by somebody else, thinking about you, wonderin’ if you was thinking ‘bout me.” “I prob’ly was. I’ve thought about you most every night. Thought about what a snake you was, how you dumped me flat. I’ve cussed you many a time, Russ.” I stretched, and sighed, ran my hand over his chest and down his belly. “I figured you’d grew out of it, you being a family man and all. I tried to keep away from you. I didn’t expect to be right here, like this. Not ever again.” He slid his big hand down and cupped my ass. “But here you are.” I found his big hard dick, like a favorite ol’ toy I thought I’d lost. “Here you are.” “I’m here, Donnie. Right here.” “Shut up, Russ, and let’s fuck.” I knew he’d be gone tomorrow. He just needed some touch. Needed to know somebody cared about him, not his paycheck. I could use a hit of that, too. A man gets worn down with spending himself on other people, needs some free given kindness and care, maybe a sweet nut or two. Funny ain’t it? How being in bed with another man can make you feel more like a man than being with a woman? No soft pussy, here, no momma tits, no sinking into womanly expectations and getting stabbed by disappointments. Another man gives you some of his strength, makes you taller. “gimme some rough fuckin’, Russell, hard and sweaty... gimme some balls I’ll remember after you’re gone. Let me be just a hard dick and throbbing balls, an ass hole to pump. I don’t wanna feel nothin’ but hot!” “You’re a dog, Donnie, just a horny, fuckin’ dog!” He slid a finger up my ass, then a second one and it burned, hot. “You ain’t gettin’ in there dry, pardner! You better start lickin’ and spittin’.” God! His fingers felt so damn good, touched a lonely spot, “Yeah!” He growled, flipped me down and pinned me with his weight. “This here snake done found his home hole!” He shoved his overalls down and I felt the snake digging down my dry ass. “Hell, no, country boy! You get down there and kiss it, make it sloppy!” I bucked him off and tried to sit up. He had me by the thighs and raised my ass up in the air. I kicked space. His mouth was eating me up, slobbering all over my butt. My cock dangled in mid air, swinging free, balls bouncing. He went down on his knees and pulled me half off the cot. I stuck my butt up and arched my back, got my knees on the mattress, legs wide. His tongue plowed that crack! He licked my fat hairy balls and I damn near cum. Good god, I forgot how hot I could get! He grabbed my cock and pulled it back between my legs, sucked it like a Christmas orange. The pressure was killing me, he kept pulling for more cock to suck, like a wolf pulling on a hunk of raw meat and my ass was so hungry it wanted to suck his face inside! I collapsed forward, onto the cot, and rolled on my back. “Bring me that snake, stuff my face with it!” He stood and the overalls dropped around his ancles, he kicked them aside in a wild dance that shed his shoes, too. He leaned over my face and I grabbed his dick and pulled him till he slammed on the wall behind the cot. Sweet salty musk, man taste, power! I shoved back his skin and clamped my lips around the slippery head, squeezed and licked while he punched down, trying to fuck my mouth as I swayed my face from side to side. He climbed on the matress and straddled my face, held my head like a vice and plunged down. I almost gagged, but I was afraid he’d quit if I did. I took it, swallowed, let it force down my soft throat once, twice, I couldn’t stand it anymore. Had to breathe! three deep plunges! I gripped him in my fist at the base and pulled him out! “Gaaaha, gaah!” I gasped! “Shit! that’s good!” He laughed, a big belly laugh. “You love it almost as much as I do, man!” He flopped down full length on top of me, reached behind his ass and gripped me under the knees. When he spread me wide and bent my thighs against my chest, I got the knees over his shoulders. My ass was splitting with need! “Do it, fucker! Git it in there!” I pounded his head with my fist. “Fuck me! Show me thunder!” And he got it in position and shoved, it was too tight, he bent. I burned and tried to cave in. He shook my legs back up higher with a shrug and grabbed his long cock just behind the head, pushed a finger in ahead of it to open the way, hammered at me with tight clenched teeth and a frozen grimace of lust. “I’m going in, man, let me in!” He shoved harder. My knees tried to get off, tried to leverage him off even as I grabbed him and pulled him tighter! “ AAAhGgggod! Do it!”, and I shoved my head back and my jaw ached from the tension and my ass was on fire and, Bam, he was inside! Sweat popped out all over me, ran down my chest. He short stroked and I got the groove, relaxed the grip and he plundered all the way down, sliding up my ass hole and hitting home, Jesus! Christ! Almighty! “Uh, Uh, Uh!” He was pounding, stroking, pumping and his face was still a screwed up mask, lips peeled back, hair plastered around his head. “Uh, uhuh, uhuh ..”, I was tripping, getting the feeling, getting packed, going over, pulsing! Spurting! Squirting! spewing all over his belly and mine, my chest, everywhere, the smell acrid and strong as Windex. He bumped it, shuddered, kept stroking, began shaking and moaning. I crooned to him, “Get it Snake, get that nut, spit that load! dump it, shoot it!” He spazed out, groaning. slammed in one last hard stroke and pinned it, hunched against the tight packed root. “Uuughhaaw...” the growl rolled out of his chest from belly deep, left him hollow and empty. He collapsed his weight against my upturned legs. I spread them the few inches I could reach, he slid down on my chest, on the mess of my shot out spunk, he made a squishy noise and the long snake slipped out of my ass and left my butt cold and wet. I couldn’t breathe, my chest constricted under his bulk of dead weight. I shoved him to the side and wiggled out from under him. He was conked, zapped. I listened to see if he was still breathing. It’s cool. I felt around on the floor for the blanket and pulled it up on us. Hugged him and fell into the deepest sleep I’d had in months. It was midnight when I woke, sore and sticky, aching in every joint. He was long gone and I smiled. I ought to get up, shower and go home, I thought. I will in a minute. I’ll go home and be the good family man, take care of business and be there for somebody to lean on. I could do it, now. I was stronger, now. I wasn’t alone, now. He’ll be back, I grinned in the dark. Oh yeah, he’ll be back! comment to Donnie: Jackertoo@AOL.com