Gay Erotic Stories

Driving South on US 84 out of Ontario, Oregon, I was headed for Phoenix, Arizona. The company mobile studio purred easily along. It was the latest state of the art: the best digital cameras and programs to blend the subjects with backgrounds. My assignment was to drive from Seattle to Phoenix and then back to the main office in San Diego. I had been to the Renaissance Fair in Kirkland and had some success finding the right men to photograph. Then another find in Umatilla: a hunky Native American. My last stop had been in Weiser, Idaho. Luck was with me and I found three incredible fiddlers at their yearly competition. I figured that I would stop at some rest area after I hit Interstate 15 and headed for Vegas. I crossed the border into Utah and headed to Salt Lake City. Just north in Bountiful, I merged on to the 15. I started watching for rest area signs. About midnight, as I pulled out of Cedar City, headed for the border, the lights from a state trooper car flashed as he pulled in behind and then beside me. I pulled over to the side of the road. Several fantasies flashed through my mind as I watched the hunky patrolman approach my vehicle. He smiled and asked for my license and registration. I proffered both and he lingered as he took them from my hand. Looking down I could see the bulge of his manhood pressed against his pant leg. He took my information and sauntered back to his vehicle. His tight pants molded to his incredible ass. It seemed like forever, but it was less than two minutes before he walked back up to me, his hefty package emphasized by his tight uniform. He was grinning as he stopped and stuck his face inside the motor home. “Could you step outside please.” It was a command not a question. I opened the door and stood in front of him. “You ever live in Montana?” This was almost a question. I knew he looked familiar. “Just until I took the job in San Diego. How about you?” “No, but I spent several summers there. My uncle lives there.” He smiled and added, “Do you have a friend named Scott?” “Yes, but what does that have to do with your pulling me over? I wasn’t speeding. I had barely gotten back on the Interstate.” “Nothing, but I was watching you at the service station. You looked familiar and I wanted to talk to you.” He unconsciously rubbed his crotch as he talked. “I live near here and am off shift for the next two days.” Considering I felt no sense of danger, I was curious about his connection to my friend Scott, and I was ahead of schedule, I decided to take him up on his offer. I followed him to his place: it was a long low ranch house set in a grove of trees. The sign said, ‘The Glade’. His badge said, ‘Officer Mitchell.’ I remembered Scott talking about a hairy, muscular stud named Glade he had enjoyed for several weeks one summer. I had only seen a photo, but remembered now: He was six feet tall, wide chest and shoulders. His handsome rugged face was all angles and planes. He had a thick, dark moustache and full lips. He poured me a rum and cola and said dinner, a meat loaf, was heating in the oven, would I mind if he took a shower? Would I consider joining him? I sipped my drink and said I would keep an eye on things while he cleaned up a bit. He left the bathroom door open and I tagged along at a distance. I knew that he was aware that I was observing him. He played the coy one as he slid out of his shirt and trousers. His Speedo hugged the mound of his incredible ass. He stuck his thumbs in the waistband and teasingly tugged it down and off, his washboard stomach and thick pubic hair visible in the mirror. He could see me watching him as well. His fat cock popped free and waved at half-mast as he slipped out of the last bit of cloth. His hand surrounded the fleshy pole and he stroked it several times, knowing that my eyes were glued to its willingness. He stepped into the shower and pulled the frosted glass shut behind him. There was nothing more to see. I moved back into the living room. Thirty minutes later he emerged wrapped in a towel, grinning, his bounty obvious but covered. Knowing I had two days, I decided to play along with him. He gulped his drink and when the buzzer sounded, pulled the hot food from the oven. He divided it on to two plates and set them side by side on the table. He motioned and we sat and ate, devouring the delicious repast. I broke the silence. “So, how did you get to know Scott?” I asked. He seemed to ponder before he spoke. “My uncle has a place outside Helena. He offered to let me help out for the summer to make money for school. Scott’s uncle owned the adjoining ranch. We met one day at the swimming hole on the river. And if you know Scott, well, one look at his majestic manhood and you had to be curious. We made a video, and he said I had the only copy. I don’t let anyone see it but, if you’d like to I will play it for you.” “I love to watch Scott doing what he does best. Sure, I would love to see the tape. But be prepared to be seduced. He makes me hot and I’m hoping that’s why you brought me here.” He smiled and popped the tape in the VCR. He joined me on the sofa, his thigh against mine and his hand resting on my leg. The tape starts and a much younger, slightly leaner version of him walks towards the swimming hole. His tanned arm flexes as he unbuttons his shirt. He removes it and hangs it from a limb of a tree. His muscular chest is hidden, as is his tight flat stomach, by the thick mat of hair covering his upper front. He turns and his jeans slide down revealing his gorgeous round ass. He steps out of the jeans and turns to reveal a fat cock and hefty balls, the mat of hair continuing down his thighs and legs. I feel my cock stirring as his fist circles the fleshy pole. He strokes himself and quickly is erect. He starts a slow steady rhythm as he masturbates for the camera. My own cock is hard and I slide my jeans down to free my erection. Next to me he follows my lead and his flesh is against mine. Sitting to my right, his right hand strokes his hard cock in time with the video. His left hand slips under my hand as I match to the rhythm. He strokes both of us to the video. I release my own hold and let him work us both towards the finish. On film, quickly he shudders and moans as a thick ribbon of clotted semen shoots again and again from the distended slit of his flared cockhead, each stroke pulling the foreskin up and over and then down as he spurted his pleasure onto the ground. I could have joined him in his orgasm but knowing that Scott was involved, I held off for the greater moment. The picture stutters and then settles as if placed on a tripod. The camera goes to ‘auto record’ and steadies on the supine body on the bank. Glade seems to be asleep after his release. A naked Scott covers the camera and moves towards the sleeping beauty. Scott smiles and kneels between the legs of this hairy stallion. He grasps the soft thick cock and as it responds to his touch, he covers it with his willing face. The cock hardens as he sucks on it. The body thrusts upward and he moans as he moves up and down the length of cock. There is a smile in his eyes as this fat uncut cock grows to fill his eager mouth. He strokes his own burgeoning monster and when he is ready he lifts the hairy bottom into the air and presses his wide cock head against the tight hole. He frowns and forces his eager cock inside. He strokes the hooded snake before him as he fucks hard and deep. Finally slamming all eleven inches into his willing lover, his head back, he cums. He beats the hand held cock faster and then slows as it erupts. Thick ribbons of clotted cum cascade out and down onto the stomach, chest and face of his partner. “I love that part,” Glade whispers next to me. “I can feel his hot cock again every time I watch.” His hands had stopped stroking both of us. But not before we were both leaking plenty of precum. His fat eight inches was slick with the pearly liquid. He slid to the floor and pulled me down over him, turning to offer me his manhood as he covered mine with his mouth. I smiled to myself and joined the action. His hard-on was pointing at his chin and a thick beaded string of anticipation dribbled from the slit in his cockhead. I flicked out my tongue and slurped the manna into my mouth. It tasted sweet. I was surprised: I have had salty, sour, spicy, bland, and nearly every other flavor, but never sweet. I took that throbbing head inside and punished it with my tongue and lips, yearning for more of his honey sweet emission. I ran my tongue around under his corona and my lips plummeted downwards until my nose was buried in his thick pubes. I let his cockhead slip down my throat and licked his huge furry testicles. “Oh! Oh!” he moaned around my cockshaft as his face moved up and down my long thick shaft. We tortured each other with pleasure for an eternity, or perhaps it was minutes. He mumbled around his mouthful of cock that he was ready. I thrust hard against his face, daring not to utter a word, knowing I would erupt if I broke my concentration now. Suddenly his cockhead seemed twice as wide and the hard shaft twice as long and he filled my face with his honey sweet pleasure. I drank him and erupted to fill him with my own juices of joy. He freed me from his mouth and my next shot splattered against my chin and ran down onto his erupting balls. I sucked him until his cock softened and then let it slip from my mouth, his balls still pumping his semen onto his heaving stomach. He lay beside me, his body calming until we were both nearly asleep. I felt him arise. He knelt beside me and put his arms under my neck and knees and lifted gently and carried me into his bedroom. It was nearly morning. He lay me down and curled up next to me, his arm across my chest, and his leg across mine. I awoke to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I grabbed for it and realized someone had placed it near my side of the bed. It was my editor. “Where the fuck are you?” he screamed when I answered. “I called your Vegas reservation and you aren’t there!” “I’m on location,” I answered. “I’ll call you when I get to Phoenix.” I thought about hanging up and turning off the cell phone but couldn’t resist adding, “You will love what I found in the desert.” I clicked off and turned the cell off. I rolled over, or rather tried to roll over. I had a sharp pain in my side and I was pinned under a huge muscular thigh. I rolled towards the problem. He grinned at me and his mouth covered mine, that thick moustache tickling my upper lip and nose, his hard cock still prodding against my side. His hand covered my swelling cock and he grinned as he stroked me to ready. “Fuck me,” he begged. “Face up,” I insisted. I fucked his hot hole and sucked his delicious sweet cock, not filling him with my offering until I drank from his honey stick. We pleasured each other until he was due back at work and I was nearly due in Phoenix. I promised to tell Scott about meeting his summer lover. I failed to mention the incredible photos I had taken of him and his magnificent hairy body. My editor would give more than money to locate this hunky stud cop. I arrived in Phoenix on schedule. I had by-passed Las Vegas altogether. That was where I met David. But that is another story.