Gay Erotic Stories

July 10, 2000 Cire1975@hotmail.com I was sitting at my desk, it was a typical Friday morning. Staring at the clock waiting for the time to pass. Waiting for that time in which work ends and the fun begins. Knowing fully well that tonight I would be passing time in front of a computer screen. What a life! How boring, but it was better than working, it was better than talking to another customer, to another travel agent who has no idea why her computer does not work. For months now I have been watching the new janitor at my job. I was not impressed by his looks, though he was young and he did have a cute look. But why did he walk by my desk so much; smiling and looking at me. What did he want? Did he figure out that I was gay? Did he want me? The day ended pretty quickly and I was so horny from looking at him all day. I decided to relieve myself and then go home. I was walking into the restroom, looking around, making sure I would not be seen, making sure there was not another man who had the same idea as I. At 21 years of age, seeing a man walking down the street is enough reason to get excited. Its funny how at my age, my mind and my body follows the lead of my frequently engorged manhood. I walk into the restroom relieved that the room is empty and that I finally have some time to myself. I walk quickly to the last stall, the glorious stall. The handicap stall has the most privacy and has its own sink and mirror. Mirrors are great for watching yourself become aroused. Then I heard a sound, I quickly stopped from unzipping my pants, straining to hear whom it might be. The janitor announced that he is going to clean the restroom. Stunned, I stood there hoping that he would change his mind and leave me to my most desperate act of pleasure. He started to mop the floor. The smell of pine mingled with the smell of urine invading the room. Something pleasurable about that smell, something raunchy, sexy and dirty. All the things that make you desire hot skin against yours. Maybe it was that smell, maybe it was the thought of him in that room with me, him unaware of my existence in his world at that moment. At that moment I could feel the heat rushing to my head. I could feel myself drunk with passion. I could feel my legs and arms getting weak. That mop moving closer to my stall. That large mop spreading itself across the floor as if it was waiting to receive for itself. I zipped down my pants and let my flesh go free, feeling flush, desiring to touch him, to lick him, to devour him. He noticed my stall door closed and locked. He knocked wanting desperately to complete his job as I had done minutes earlier. I kept debating. Should I open the door, or should I zip up my pants? What should I do? As possessed by some force I opened the door. He looked at me in surprise, not at my face but at my flesh still released between my legs. I look at him and wonder if he is mad and disgusted or interested. He did not move, his eyes fixated on my cock. I could see his pants becoming tighter. He was not going to make the first move, so I grabbed his mop and let it fall to the floor. He allowed me to lead him into the stall. Holding his tender hands, young and smooth. He leaned against the wall while I began to kiss his neck, moistening his skin, tasting him for the first time. Smelling his sweet cologne. Touching his hair, letting it sift through my fingers. Smooth to touch, soft with a clean scent. He was moaning passionately, getting hotter by the moment. He was beginning to lose his shyness as he began to respond back to touch me, to kiss me. He placed his warm lips against mine and began to give me deep passionate kisses. I felt his warm tongue exploring me deeply. His kisses telling me how long he desired me. He had been watching me, adoring me for the longest time. I held him in my arms as he held me in his, pressing closer to me. I could feel his heartbeat against mine, I could feel his body temperature rise. He whispered some Spanish into my ear. I could feel the passion that Latinos have been know to possess. I felt rushes throughout my body. I felt waves of passion and ecstasy overcoming me. We were in our own world, separate from the office, separate from ourselves, separate from all our inhibitions and hang ups. His kisses were invading me, holding me, dominating me. He held me tightly, making me sense his deep longing for me. I felt great in his arms, my Latin lover. I gave myself fully to him, letting him have me. He began to undo every button on my shirt, slowly working the shirt over my wide shoulders, letting the shirt slip off my arms onto the floor. I lowered myself and pulled my head under his shirt, licking his navel and working myself up to his chest. Letting my tongue circle his nipples, then lightly sucking on them while I pulled his shirt off of his body. His nipples solid orbs under my wet lips, responding to my every move as he moans and hold his head back. Letting his fingers grasp the hair on my head. I stood up to kiss him again and to tell him just how gorgeous his body stood against the wall. He began to run his hands down my body until they found my opened pants. His fingers working to free my body from them. Finally, I felt them fall, the buckle of my belt hitting the tile floor. His hands then pushing down my white Calvin Kleinâ underwear leaving me bare against his body. He removed his pants and his boxers, throwing them bye the toilet and revealing his body to me for the first time. His body was perfectly tanned with no tan lines whatsoever. His pecs were mounted on a perfectly proportioned chest, smooth bronze skin, leading to a lean hard stomach. His arms looked powerful, yet youthful, a product of his trade, no doubt. His ass was as full as a fresh fruit, round like a bubble. The best bubble butt I have seen to date. His legs were hairy with strong calves and meaty thighs. His cock was a sight beyond comprehension, just the way I imagined, just the way I loved them to be. He was uncut with a seven inch thick cock, hard and pointed directly towards mine. His balls were large and they hung down nicely. We embraced and rubbed our hands over each others bodies. We were holding each other, enjoying the liquid ecstasy, which coursed through our veins. Our hands and legs stumbled together. Two drunks enjoying the intoxication of affection. Tears ran down my face as I tried desperately to hold him as tight as I could, not ever wanting to let go. Feeling our bodies beginning to flow as one unit. He pulled me away from him and looked at me with his hungry eyes, indicating he wanted to devour me. He kneeled in front of me and looked at my cock. I was harder than I had been in years and it throbbed, looking like it might explode. Gently he began to lick my legs and worked his way up, wetting the hairs on my legs, wetting my thighs. He started licking my balls. I could feel my wet balls slapping against my legs. He sucked on them almost as if he was trying to swallow them. I felt like I was going to cum at that very moment. The feelings rising through my body like electric shocks of pleasure. He continued to lick them for what seemed like hours. Once again he was staring at my cock, examining it, adoring it, paying homage to his new master. He came closer, closing his eyes and letting his tongue touch the tip of my head sending pleasure through my cock and into my very being. He licked my cock enthusiastically, unveiling his eager desire to enjoy his treat. Then he opened his mouth and consumed me. I could feel his nose against my pubic hair. I could feel his breath on my body, warm and moist. He was driving me mad, and I began to pump his face. He looked like a pig devouring its last meal. He was drooling down the sides of his mouth, tasting my very essence. I could feel the back of his throat against the head of my cock. He never gagged; he was obviously very experienced. My hands were clutching his hair as my hips moved toward his head, working him, working him harder than he has ever been worked. Then I pulled out, not wanting our fun to end so quickly. I wanted this to continue forever. I pulled him up to me wanting to kiss him, to thank him, to give him my adoration. I slid my tongue in his ever receptive mouth. Tasting a mix of himself and myself in every kiss. Our noses touching. Our eyes closed, but our senses awakened. Then I lifted him and placed him on the sink. Letting him rest there. Taking his foot in my hands I licked his calves and the back of his knees. He leaned back and braced himself. I started to lick the spot under his balls, my nose buried in his sweet smelling balls, the wonderful aroma inspired me to continue to taste him more fully, to nibble on his skin. He was crying out in pleasure forgetting that we were in a public restroom. One person catching us could mean the end of our careers with the company. He did not care and I was too busy and occupied. I licked his balls, taking them into my mouth, sucking them. Putting them into my mouth one at a time, allowing them to sink deep into my mouth. My tongue ran over and under them, leaving no spot unexplored. Then I looked at his massive cock. I began to lick the ridge right under his cock lightly, very tenderly. His cock jolted up every time my tongue touched his member, sending him into flights of joy. My hands gently touching his asshole, while it twitched in delight. Working it, relaxing it and exploring the ridges that made it expand. What a tight little pink hole of pleasure! My tongue began to lick over his hole softly, his vocal encouragement getting louder and hotter. As I began to push my tongue harder against his rectum, I slid two fingers into his mouth to quiet him. I began to fuck his hole with my tongue. I enjoyed watching his wet juicy asshole twitch. With two fingers I began to open his hole. I began to drive my tongue deeper sending him thrashing. I begin to allow my fingers to enter his tight hole feeling them enveloped by his velvety soft interior. Slowly my fingers began to fuck him, occasionally stopping to allow more fingers to open him further. He muttered softly in his broken Spanish, “You fuck me now, please.” I turned his body onto his side and began to spit into my hand. I rubbed my cock with my hand and rubbed the head of my cock into his asshole. As I did I could feel him trying to push his body onto my cock. I resisted, wanting to see him become hotter, more inflamed in passion. My fingers in his mouthing letting him taste his own sweet ass. He was sucking violently making loud slurping and gagging sounds. I began to press the head of my cock against his trembling hole. I entered him slowly allowing him to get used to my thick member. He reacted in pain, but obviously wanting me to go further he pushed his ass closer to me. Finally I reached the limits of his depth. I flexed my dick inside him and heard him moan in pleasure. Finally at last I had filled his aching void. With gentleness, I began to fuck him as he voiced his pleasure to me. I fucked him increasingly faster and faster until his body was jolting back and forth on the sink. His head pushed against the mirror in front of us. His hot breath creating soft clouds on the reflection as his sweat smeared the images. I slowly bent over to suck him as I continued to pump. I noticed that he would not last much longer in this new position. I sucked harder hearing my mouth slapping against him, the sucking sounds filling the air. He began to shake violently as he started to empty his load into me. Spurt after spurt filling my mouth. Some cum escaped and dripped on his dick and balls. As he came I could feel his asshole tighten rhythmically, sending me to explode in him. We laid wasted on the sink counter soaking in the overwhelming emotions. I bent down to kiss him on his soft trembling lips and started to lick his cock clean working slowly down to his asshole where my cum was still oozing. I helped him get dressed and went to my car to let him finish cleaning up. He smiled as he walked out of the building and into my car. I took him home to enjoy a great weekend of love making. He will always be my special Latin lover.