Gay Erotic Stories

I was so scared when I started my new job at the restaurant, but everyone was very friendly. I was excited to find that there was an incredibly cute guy I was working with whose name was Scott. He goes to the same gym I do and I had always eyed him in the locker room or pool, but never had the nerve to go up and talk to him. He just didn't look like I was his type, ya know, a guy. He was six feet or so with closely cut blonde hair. He had icy-blue eyes that just seemed to cut right to the core of me. Well, what a surprise; he was the guy who was going to train me. He showed me the kitchen and time cards and where the salad dressings were kept. He told me what to do in just about any situation. I followed him all night. He was wearing Abercrombie cologne, which just sent me reeling with ecstasy. I watched him work the ladies and get very large tips. He even kissed one older woman's hand. Oh but how I wished I could be that woman. Anyway, the night went on and I hated to see it end. He had finally let me take over some of the responsibilities of waiting the tables. When I was walking out I heard someone say, "Wait!" It was Scott! "Here," he said, "You earned it." He gave me half of his tips. He told me that he felt restless, so he asked me if I wanted to go riding around with him. Of course I agreed and we headed out. He drove fast with the sunroof open and the windows down. The muggy air felt great on my face. At work we wear long-sleeve dress shirts and they are very hot. So, he said, "Hold the wheel so I can shed this shirt. You'll learn to hate em'." I held the wheel as he unbuttoned his shirt, each moment feeling like an eternity. He slipped out of his shirt and to my disappointment was wearing one of those wife-beater things. However, his bulging chest pulled the fabric tight enough to see the outline of his nipples. Suddenly, I heard a loud horn and looked ahead to see us heading into oncoming traffic! He took control and swerved back into our lane. "Shit" he said, "That was close! Maybe we should just pull over, we're both pretty tired." We stopped at the overlook, which was surprisingly deserted for a Saturday night. He cut the engine and turned just the radio on. I was starting to think that he was seducing me when I noticed a picture of Stacy, his girlfriend, in his console. I could have cried. He said, "What were you doing back there?" "Nothing" I said. He laughed, "Yeah right, you were watching me take my shirt off, weren't you?" "No, don't be a dork," I said. "Yes you were and I think turnabout is fair play." "What!?" My cock sprang into action in my boxers. I was apprehensive, wondering if this was a joke, but he was serious. He told me to slowly take my shirt off. I was a little reluctant due to the fact that my shirttails were covering my hard on. I did it anyway. Slowly I undid each button and the further I went, the more he started to tremble. When the last button was undone, he slid his hand inside my shirt and caressed my chest and abs. I just closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. He stopped rubbing and I sighed a long shaky sigh. He took off his wife-beater and I stripped off my shirt. He obviously worked out harder than I did at the gym. He was perfect at every muscle. His torso slanted in like an upside-down triangle and I devoured him with my eyes. He had a dark tan that was only accented by the orange of the dash lights. Hair had just started to appear on his chest running in a thin line that went into his pants. He leaned forward and put his hand behind my head, pulling me close. We kissed and I felt his tongue in my mouth. I melted into him as he moved to my nipples. Scott slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My 7" cock pushed out of the slit in the front of my boxers and Scott immediately engulfed it. I grabbed the frame of the open window and held on for dear life. I was convulsing because it felt so good. I felt my cum rising in my cock, so I pulled out. This moment had to last forever. I pushed him hard against his door and he grunted with the impact. I ripped open his pants and he raised his hips so I could pull them down. He wore boxer-briefs, which also were gone with his pants. I engulfed his 8.5" shaft and he threw his head back, moaning as I sucked his tool. My hands found his nipples and I twisted hard. He yelped in pleasure and pain. He was nearing climax and he grabbed my head, fucking my face hard. He exploded in my mouth, releasing wave after wave of hot fluid in my mouth. He pulled me up and kissed me as we shared his seed. Scott was breathing hard and I could feel his heart beating through his chest. He stood up in the seat and stuck his upper body through the sunroof, bending over the roof and said, "Your turn." I gave him a questioning glance and he shook his head. Positioned myself standing behind him, both of us through the sunroof and I entered him. He took me well; he had done this before. I rode him with the wind in my hair and the beautiful view behind us. I pumped and pumped and shortly came in his ass. I collapsed against him and we lay there a while. He took me back to the restaurant and kissed me goodbye. He asked me when I worked again and I told him, "tomorrow." "Me too," he said.