Gay Erotic Stories

Summer of l986 and it is one hot mother. I live near Chicago and my sister owns property at a man-made camp site near Wisconsin. I wanted to escape for a few days and she let me borrow her entry card so that I could spend a few days at her site. The site itself was "spartan" to say the least, a small pop-up camper trailer that expanded when opened to comfortably sleep 2-4 people. four people if they were midgets, two if they approached normal size for an adult male. I arrived on Friday evening, and the place was packed. Campers and cars everywhere, a long line at the entrance. Upon passing the security gate, I saw tents loaded with young men trying to sell lot sites to people who had come up on a "free inspection", which simply meant that they were allowed to camp for free overnight and enjoy the amenities as long as they submitted to a sales presentation. Glad I wasn't part of that. Got settled and slept well the first night, although I had to keep the windows open for any hint of a breath of air--mostly I slept nude under a single sheet on the small bed, sweating like a pig. Showered at the public facility in the morning and spent the rest of the day at the pool watching some pretty nicely developed life guards sit on their thrones at the pool and squint down on us all. Twice I noticed a salesman drive up in his truck and escort a couple into the pool, to show them the pool as part of the presentation. He was twenty-something, blonde, curly hair and trim build. Wearing a pair of casual dress pants and a long sleeved shirt--future yuppie material with a bit of a "woodsman" bent. What struck me was his ass--as tight and firm as two cantaloupes, set high on well muscled legs that hinted at regular exercise and good workouts. Would have loved to see this guy in shorts! Towards closing time, he came back with a pair of men who were checking out the facility. While they two men went into the clubhouse portion of the pool, he waited near my beach chair and fiddled with his car keys in his pocket. I followed the sound instinctively and watched as he fondled the keys...slight off to the side from a nice, inviting rise to the right of his zipper...his hung to the right, that was for sure. He absent mindedly fiddled with the keys, and I watched from the side of my sunglasses as his cock was framed by the tight, navy blue pants. I quickly struck up a conversation, asking him how many sales he had closed that afternoon, and that I had seen him now bring three prospects into the pool. "None," he answered rather curtly, adding that most of the weekenders were there just to camp and only did the presentation to justify the free night stay. Not too friendly, I thought...what a pity. I would have loved to suck a smile onto his face if he was depressed with his meager sales. But by the time I could further the conversation along, the pair of men returned and he turned his back on me and escorted them back to the front gate. While he walked away I watched him from behind, the heavy stain of sweat soaked through his shirt in the back, now clinging to his body. By good fortune we met again that night in a small bar in a town nearby. He did not recognize me when I first sat next to him at the bar and ordered a Crown Royal--the same as he was drinking. After a few moments of silence I reintroduced myself. He shook my hand, but looked at me with reservation. "You all ready live there, or are you just here for the presentation?", he asked, anticipating I am sure, the news that I was a "prospect" who other salesmen had wasted their time on. "My sister owns a lot" I told him, to which he visibly relaxed and shook his head. We talked for a while, him telling me the details of the frustrations of selling this type of cheap land and almost always getting turned down. He was probably going to quit in a few weeks and move back to his hometown of Phoenix. As for now, he also lived on the property with some of the other salesmen in a barrack-style dorm, specifically set up for the often itinerant groups of salesmen that came and went periodically. By 10 PM, I told him I was leaving and began walking back to the property, which was about a mile away. He followed me into the parking lot, and noticing that I was without a ride, offered me a lift back. We drove onto the property together and he drove me to my lot. The breeze had come up, but it was still awfully sultry--high 80's and humid as hell. I offered him a nightcap, and we hustled into the camper before the horde of mosquitoes could get to us. They simply re-established their overnight residency on the screen windows of the camper, anticipating that time that they could land on us and tap into our veins. I wasn't drunk, but I admit that tapping into one of Darryl's veins was on my mind as well. We broke open a couple of ice cold beers I had on ice, and we sipped Crown Royal from paper cups. Soon, the talk turned to his adventure in sales, and how he had virtually no companionship in this place. "It's tough to get to really know anyone, they come and go so quickly. I've been here two months and there is only one other guy who has been here as long as I have and he lives in a nearby town." I asked him if that interfered with his sex life and he just smiled and laughed, "By now the cows are starting to look pretty god damned good". After a few more minutes we were pretty well lubricated from the drinks, and I stripped of my T-shirt to escape the heat. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and finally peeled its wet fabric off his body. His arms were tight but thin, his chest very well cut but smallish. The nipples were very small and brown, and his hairless chest shone with the perspiration. He had a thin patch of golden fuzz below his navel that trailed off towards his cock, which unfortunately was still restricted in his pants. We turned off the camp light and watched outside as the periodic car drove slowly past, or a few kids would nosily tramp near our site. It was extremely peaceful, and I was aware that no one could see directly into the camper although the windows were open because there was a screen shroud over the main window that faced the road. Plus, the camper was set back a good 50 feet from the road. We were by ourselves, for all intent and purposes. I could feel more drops of sweat running down my shoulder blades from my hair, and I wiped them away with my hand. "Fucking hot!" was all I could say as the heat and humidity continued to wrap itself around me. I quietly slipped out of my jeans and underwear and I put on my swim trunks, which had been hanging on a separate chair and were almost dry. But they were still a bit moist and cool, and they felt wonderful. "That's the right idea" he said as he watched me relax back onto the cot that was my bed. "Why don't you help yourself a little, at least get out of the pants for God's sake" I told him. Realizing no one would see him, he began to strip out of his slacks and shoes. Within moments he was standing in the faint light from the road, a silhouette of a young god wearing nothing but a tight pair of bikini briefs. Because of the light, I could not see his cock, but could only see the outline of his magnificent body. He sat on the other cot facing me. "Ahhhh, this is better. If I knew you any better I would be totally naked right now." I didn't want to seem aggressive, but I told him that I couldn't really see him in the dark, nor should he feel apprehensive if he felt like getting naked...the only reason I wasn't naked was because I wanted him to feel comfortable. "Shit, if you go naked then I will...I don't care." I stood up quickly and dropped my swim trunks to my ankles and felt the first rush of the warm breeze sweep over my entirely exposed body. He did the same, but it took him a while to peel the tight bikini's off his legs, as they had trouble (I assume) passing over his taught thighs, drenched with sweat. He sat on the cot and I began to try and focus on his cock in the dark, and as my eyes began to adjust more and more I could see it dangling off the edge of the cot. He was holding his bottle above his cock, and now and then he raised the bottle to his lips and sipped, exposing his cock and turning his head slightly so he would not notice my intent gaze at the treasure dangling off the edge of the cot. I got another bottle for him, this one had drops of ice-cold sweat beads dripping off of it. I laughed as a few drops fell onto his lap when he grabbed it, the coldness shocking him. He laughed as well. "Hell, that feels pretty damned good actually!" I took a new bottle and rubbed it against my hardening cock, and the coldness relieved me a great deal. "Might sound funny" I said, "but if you take it by the neck and hold the bottle against your scrotum, it really cools you off better than drinking it. Used to do that at summer football camp and it really works...there and the back of your neck and your wrists..." I watched as he took the bottle and placed it under his cock and against his balls and moaned in absolute pleasure. "God, that does feel good..." he trailed off and closed his eyes. "Think it will get numb after awhile?" I thought to myself, "Not if I have anything to do with it". I figured I might as well not prolong the subtle tension any longer, and proceeded to slowly get off my cot and kneel before him, kind of Indian style. In the dark I could almost feel his tension as he realized I had moved closer to him. Still, he did not move at all, and I wasn't sure if he had seen me--I could not see his eyes in the dark. I reached into the cooler and took out a single ice cube and whispered to him, "Darryl, let me try this to cool you off..." I took the ice cube in one hand and slid that hand under his cock, pressing the cube against the underside of his shaft and slowly working it down to the base near his cock sack, where his bottle rested against the genitals. He removed his hand, but did not protest as I probed with the ice cube to the very base of his dick, above his balls. I could feel his cock jump slightly as more blood rushed to it. He tightened his whole body up a little, but didn't make a noise. Now I held the almost melted cube in my palm as I closed my whole hand around his cock and the rest of the cube melted away under the pressure and heat. The moisture on my hand was still ice cold, and I softly squeezed and pulled towards myself so that the hand passed wetly up the cock almost to the knob. It stiffened in my hand, and I continued. With my free hand I took another ice cube out of the cooler at our feet and repeated the motion. There was absolutely no way he could mistake my intentions...I was giving him a soft hand job with an ice cube in it, and it obviously felt very good. He sat up a little more and then he reached into the cooler to get some ice of his own, and proceeded to take a cube out and rub it against the base of his neck near his throat. I could barely see, but his neck hollow glistened in the very dim light, and I felt his body start to relax even more, as his cock began to grow in my hand. Darryl parted his legs a little more, and I got another cube. This time I slid the cube deeper below his cock and balls into the crack of his ass, pulling it out when it had turned into a sliver of ice. The next ice cube I delicately slid up and down the base of his cock from balls to tip three or four times before it melted into another sliver. By now his cock was huge, and it was glistening with the moisture from melted ice. I could see a rivulet of ice water running down his chest onto his tight belly, near his navel and running into that golden hair that connected his belly button and the top of his pubic mound. His breathing became a little erratic, and I hear him say "God, I think I am about to cum..." So I reached out and slid his tool under my palm and guided it slowly to the front of my lips. I gently moved my wet palm back and forth beneath his cock, the slippery skin growing tighter and tighter as his cock lengthened to the touch. Evidently this was a sensitive area for him, and his breathing became very short and powerful, and I could feel his legs straining to maintain their composure. He lifted his ass off the cot just so slightly, as if thrusting, and I let the tip of his cock penetrate my lips, just passing far enough into my mouth that I could sweetly suck the entire tip, the rim of his glans just inside my lips. I continued to stroke with my open palm, and increased the speed, my finger tips touching his balls with each complete stroke. I could see he was getting closer, and now I took my left hand and grabbed the paper cup at his feet and took the rest of the Crown Royal into my mouth, letting his cock head slip out momentarily. When I lifted his cock head back to my lips, I sucked in the head and almost the entire length of the shaft, letting the fiery bourbon provide a contrasting heat to the ice the cock had grown accustomed to. "Oh Jesus..." he moaned as I guided his flesh missile into my mouth, my lips tightening around the shaft while he thrust it in and out...never did the tip ever leave my mouth, but I sucked hard at the rim, moving my tongue quickly side to side when the glans came to my lips. I felt the warm rush of his semen fill my mouth with a series of hard spurts, mixing with the tanginess of the liquor and a desire to finish myself. My left hand went to my cock, and without much effort I managed to jack off quickly, spilling my seed just as his was finishing into my mouth. My right hand massaged his balls as my mouth pulled away from his beautiful dick. It was still standing upright at attention in the dim light as I leaned back on my knees and savored the taste of his warm sperm mixed with my favorite liquor. Then his cock slid off to his right thigh and lay there limp, yet still thickly filed with blood. I could hear him inhaling quickly as if to regain his composure, the sweat still trickling down his face from his hair, his chest still wet from the ice, and the pungent aroma of his sperm and asshole still hanging in the air. Me? I went back to my cot and pulled back the sheet and lay down. Within a few minutes I felt him get up to go, but instead felt him come closer to me and place his hands on my ass cheeks (I was laying kind of on my stomach and side, facing to the right, my right knee up). Felt his hands spread my cheeks and then both of his thumbs dug into my ass hole, spreading the tight hold wide. I felt his cock tip press against the hole itself, spreading the slit of skin. Penetrating into my asshole, splitting me easily by virtue of the sweat and my saliva still on his cock, I am sure. Sliding easily in until the balls I had massaged earlier, the same balls that had emptied their warm elixir into my mouth, were resting against the backs of my upper thighs, his entire shaft comfortably in my ass. His hands placed firmly on my sides, he worked his cock in and out of me, gliding back and forth with a steady rhythm. My own cock started to grow, and I began stroking it in the dark with my right hand, all the while his cock fucked me. His intensity grew after a few minutes and he stiffened--his cock felt like a steel pole momentarily, and then a few minutes later it popped out of me, he was satiated. My cock had grown limp in my own hands, and through the shared delirium I never noticed that I had just cum all over my sheets, some of it onto my stomach. Darryl pulled away and I heard him get dressed, keys still jingling in his pocket, quietly opening and closing the door. His car revved up and he was gone, leaving me one happy camper. Ouch! That hurt!