Gay Erotic Stories

I'd been at my new base about a week when Dominic arrived. He came in the afternoon while I lay in my bed in my skivies reading. He was a couple of years younger then I, and carried a big smile along with his duffel bag. I got up and looked around my locker to see who was coming in as he closed the door. "Hey man, how you doing?" "Ok, how about you? "I just got here. They told me to bunk in this room. Doesn't look like there are any spare bunks in here." "Yeah there's one left over mine behind these lockers. You can use this locker to put your shit in." "Great thanks. I like the top bunk. I always get on top when I can if you know what I mean."

I didn't know what he meant but nodded affirmative anyway. He dragged his duffel bag over, leaning it against the locker, and took a seat on my bunk. "You don't mind do you?" I knew he meant where he sat and just took a seat next to him. He stuck out his hand. "My name's Dominic, friends call me Dom." I took his hand.

It was a firm and inviting hand shake. I told him who I was. He looked around the room, taking in the locker set up that divided it into four squares with a top and lower bunk in each.

"Nice set up; gives a bit of privacy for us. I'm glad we're in one of the corners with windows." As he talked about himself I took the time to look him over. His dark brown hair, cut short on the sides, fell straight down onto his forehead, accentuating his big round dark eyes that seemed to have a constant twinkle, giving warning that he wasn't as innocent as he looked. Dom was skinny as a rail but had plenty of well defined muscle without bulk. His full, nicely cut lips, never stopped smiling, and his eyes drifted over my body as he talked, coming back to rest on my crotch now and then. I looked down at myself to see why and saw my sweet thing hanging out of the fly of my skivies in all it's glory. I smiled, hesitating about slipping it back into it's nest. Then I just pulled on it a couple of times, for reaction purposes, and plopped it back into it's home.

Except for a bit larger smile, Dom had no other reaction. That night I woke up about 1:00am. At first it was quiet. I noticed the mattress over my head moving up and down. Then the sound of beating, like the fluttering of a bird's wings, came to my ears. I concentrated on the sound and realized that Dom was beating his meat. The urge to get up and help him out had just begun to reach the unbearable point when I heard him moan softly as he shot his load. My own cock was roaring hard, but I just patted it gently thinking "another time baby, another time."

A few months went by as Dom, the other guys, and I got to know each other better. There was plenty of teasing and grab-assing that went on between all of us; and every chance I got to make a grab at Dom's crotch and cop a feel, I would make sure my aim was perfect. I always held on for longer then any guy should and would flutter my fingers on his balls. Dom always quit the game when his cock started to get hard. He had a hefty hang and I fantasized about its size at full erection.

Winter came cold, windy, and unforgiving. We worked outside in the motor pool or inside without heat. I didn't mind so much as long as I could get my hands and feet warm once in a while. Once, when no one else was in the area, I slipped my hands between Dom's legs while he had his back turned. He didn't budge, but turned to look into my face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing man?"

"Fuck Dom, my hands are so cold I need to warm them up a while." I fondled his cock and balls. "Is there something wrong with your own crotch that you feel the need to use mine?"

I continued to fondle him as his cock began to grow. "No man, but this is a lot more fun and I'm always ready for fun." I smiled.

"Well, when you're really ready for fun, let me know before hand, and I may give you more than you're asking for. Until then I suggest you keep your cold fucking hands in your own crotch pervert." I pulled my hands away and looked at him, wondering how serious he was; and as I felt my heart sink with embarrassment, I saw the twinkle in his eyes and a slight up turn of his lips. I slapped his ass as hard as I could. "I'm always ready fuck head." I turned to run but Dom was faster and as his body landed on me I slipped in the new snow. We both went down and he buried my face in to the snow, pushing it down and trying to shove some into the collar of my jacket. "If you two numb nuts have so much energy horsing around, I'm sure I can find a hell of a lot more work for you to do." Sarg stood over us with his massive muscular body. His closed fists rested on his hips and his thick legs spread to the sides. He was close enough for me to see his thick cock resting comfortably along his left leg.

"Aw Sarg, we were just having a little fun."

"I'll give you some fun dick head--when I shove my cock up your ass. Now get back to work."

He was always talking the talk and being his hard ass old self; but we knew that he felt we were all his guys and there weren't any better. When he thought we weren't around he was always bragging about his men to the other sergeants.

Things got more serious about a week later between Dom and me. We copped a couple of weekend passes and decided to make the best of it, heading into the country and exploring what was around. In our wandering, we came upon some old stone walls and a broken down building that had nothing but a few arches left standing. It all looked right out of a picture book with the snow giving light cover to everything. I had my camera and as we took a few pictures, I talked Dom into being a little risqué with his poses. There wasn't any breeze and the sun felt warm as it glistened brightly off the snow.

I had Dom go around the old building and climb into one of the arches so that the snow in front was left undisturbed. I talked him into taking off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt. He looked devilishly handsome standing in the snow covered arch. Then I suggested he undo his jeans and let the jewels out. After snapping pics and a little coaxing he started to get into the seductive posing. We were just having a good time when I told him to get a hard on. He pulled on his cock a few times and said it wouldn't get hard out in the cold like that.

"What do I have to do? Go over there and help you out or what?"

“Yeah man, I need a little help; make sure your hands are warm."

"Yeah sure. If I come over there you'll probably chicken out and push me away."

"Well, you'll only find out if I'm chicken if you come over and try. Besides, you're the one that'll chicken out before I do."

Ho ho, the challenges had been set and tossed. I never could refuse a dare. I set the camera on the wall and moved around the back of the old building. Dom was still slowly jacking his meat. I got up inside the arch with him and took off my bulky jacket. He spread his legs like the butch, cocky stud he was and looking into my eyes, I slipped my hand around the thick extended meat looking back into his eyes. I kept staring into his face as he stared into mine. He seemed to be challenging me to go further. As I stroked the beautiful cock with one hand, I undid his belt with the other and pulled on the jeans. I pushed my hand up to glide it over his chest and feel the smooth skin. The air was cold but the sun enveloped us in it's warmth and I felt as one with the earth and sky and this masculine boy-man I had wanted since I'd met him.

I needed to taste him. I couldn't wait any longer. I wasn't sure what it would do to our friendship; but he was daring me to continue with his eyes; and my masculine man-self, was hell bent on continuing. I slowly slid down to my knees. I looked at the big fat cock and heavy balls. I looked up into his eyes as I brought my face forward. He wasn't smiling now. His face was dead serious as he watched my tongue snake out and lick the slit of his cock head to taste the sweet nectar that hung like morning dew hangs from a rose.

I brought my face down under his low hanging ball sac and sucked each nut into my open mouth one at a time. The taste of clean fresh skin and salty man sweat made me light headed. As I continued to suck his big balls, I began to feel calm and erotically sensual. I ground my face into his ball sac, taking deep snorts of his masculine aroma. Tears came to my eyes and there was a burning ache in my chest. There was a need, an overwhelming desire to love this man and have him love me in the same way.

I looked at Dom's face again. His head was back. His body leaned against the stone with his knees bent slightly. His hips were thrust forward as if begging me to take him. I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I took his cock all the way in to the back of my mouth before closing my lips over his shaft. There was still an inch and a half to go and I opened my throat and took the rest of the thick cock into me, Dom moaned and loud enough for all the animals in the forest to hear him exclaim, "Oh fucking hell man! Oh yeah! Eat that fucking cock! Oh shit that feels good!"

I brought my head back and rolled my tongue around his cock head, licking at the slit and feeling like I was about to pass out from the emotional feelings of sucking his cock. He grabbed my head and fucked his meat deep into me fast and hard. I wanted him to fuck my face. I let him fuck my face. I needed him to fuck my face. Dom bent his knees and ground his hips up and down in a circular motion taking total control. I was no longer sucking but being face fucked. His cock battered my throat with a constant barrage of thick bubulous cock head driving deep into the vacuum of my air tunnel. When he was about to cum, he held his cock deep inside me until it subsided. Then he began fucking my face again hard and rough, only to stop again to keep his climax at bay.

Two, three, four times, he stopped to hold back his cum. "Now, you do it Ace. Take it all the way. Suck my cock until it blasts down your fucking throat. You're giving me the best blow job I've ever had and I haven't had many."

Now I moaned as I took his dick into me. I ran my tongue up along the underside of his shaft. I turned it to the side and sucked on the side of the long, thick shaft as I took soft love bites of his tasty meat. I pulled down tight on the large ball sac, kissing and licking his nuts--those beautiful, sweaty, man-scented nuts. I closed my thick lips over the wide, meaty flange of his cock head and sucked the cock slit hard, to bring up the precum. Slowly my head lowered the thick shaft into my mouth and the cock head slipped into my throat. I closed my throat muscles down on the shaft; and squeezed the cock head as I contracted and released my sore muscles on the solid, hard meat.

I heard him moaning louder and louder as he tried to control his hips to keep them from fucking so that I could do the work of bringing him off. I felt his nuts tighten in my hand. The cock shaft expanded and got harder, if that was possible. The thick meaty flange of his cock head grew and spread wider in my mouth as it turned red, then purple, then red again, while I sucked as hard as I could to get the cum boiling up his cock shaft. Then, to let him know that I could keep him from popping his nut just as easily as he could, I stopped and held him in place. "No Ace!"

He yelled and beat his fists on my shoulders. "Not now man. Please let me cum. Please! I need to cum Ace. Oh man! Oh man please help me!" His voice trailed off into a whimper as the feelings started to subside.

Now! I rammed his cock down into my throat sucking so hard I thought my cheeks would turn inside out. As fast as I could, I rammed my head up and down on that fucking cock.

The cum that began to recede down his shaft came boiling up into his fat cock head, filling it to capacity. "Oh my fucking word! Fucking shit! Fucking cock sucker! You fuck! You fuck! Eat it! Eat me cock sucker! Eat my fucking cum you fucking ball buster! Arghhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhh!! Fuckin hell! Ahhhhhhh! Oh fuckkkkk!" He screamed over and over.

He yelled so loud I thought every animal would have an orgasm just from his screams. I don't think I've ever had anyone cum as much as he did. It was a good thing his cock head was down my throat or there would have been a flood of cum filling the forest. It was also a good thing I had taken my cock out of my jeans, ‘cause I had cum shooting out of my cock and hadn't even taken time to jerk it. I was too busy trying to keep us both from sliding out of the arch into the snow as we shot our hot loads.

I finally stood up and leaning against the stone, took a deep breath. It felt like the first one I'd taken since we started to cum. Dom leaned forward into me and put his hands on the stone beside my head. He pressed his crotch, which was still pretty damn hard, between my legs, with my balls resting on his cock shaft. He had that innocent smile that I knew was a lie as big as his cock, on his lips.

"What the fuck took you so long to do this?" he asked quietly.

"I was waiting for you to let me know you really wanted this. Today you did."

He seemed to be thinking for a moment, and then he leaned his face in and planted his thick lips on mine and kissed me long and gentle, and hot and sweet, and sensual. "You know, you've ruined me for the rest of the weekend. I won't be able to shoot my nuts for at least a week!"

"Well, we'll just have to see about that when we get back to the hotel." Needless to say, Dominic had so much more to give, and give, and keep giving, not only that weekend, but every time we found ourselves alone together with time to spare.

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