Gay Erotic Stories

I was on a road trip and ended up having to spend a long weekend in Lexington, Kentucky. It made more sense to spend the weekend there, than to fly home to Boston and come right back on Monday. So I thought I'd find the local alternative newspaper and find some personal ads to respond to and hook up with somebody. No luck: the newspaper didn't even have a personals section. And I'm not into the bar scene, and wouldn't even consider cruising a park even if I knew where to go. Then I saw an ad for a voicemail service for guys to hook up. I called into it, walked through the prompts, and got myself set up with a message about myself posted for people to listen to. Friday morning I left for my last meetings of the week, which were over by noon. Back at my hotel room, I called and checked my messages. There were five. One named Jeff left his phone number and I called him. He sounded really hot, but I think he had a busy weekend scheduled. So I gave him my hotel and mobile phone numbers and asked him to call me if he got free. I lucked out on message #4. A guy named Jay, who it turned out lived only 10 minutes away. So I hopped in my rental car and drove to meet 'Bachelor #1." Jay was a construction worker, and really good-looking in a hairy, humpy, construction-worker sort of way. He told me he was straight, and he wouldn't take off his shorts or let me touch him, but he'd suck me off. So he starts giving me a very serviceable blowjob, and I am staring down at his tanned hairy arms, and his pale hairy back, thinking this phonemail thing is pretty cool. So I started getting ready to get off, and I figured I'd better tell him, and he asked me to cum on his face. So I shot a big load all over his face, which he totally lapped up. Now I'm sorry, you can do a lot of gay things and convince yourself you're still straight, but taking big loads in the face isn't one of them. Whatever. I got off, and then he couldn't get me dressed and out of his apartment fast enough. Less than 45 minutes after I'd left it, I was back in my hotel room. I checked the voicemail, and there were six more calls. Most sounded uninteresting, but I get a number and am talking to a guy named Dave. From the way he describes himself he sounds like pale, scrawny, red-haired white trash, which really isn't my thing. But he is totally into guys who look like me, so I am telling him all about how I lost my virginity, and the last guy I had sex with, and what I like to do, and he is totally getting off on his end of the line, and I realize I've got an erection less than 30 minutes after blowing my load on Jay, and things are looking really awesome. So Dave gets off, and I give him my numbers and maybe we'll get together over the weekend. Wow. Saturday morning, I want to go to a museum in town, but I re-record a message since I'll be gone for a few hours. Get back to the hotel about 1, and there are seven messages. Most don't sound too good, but one of the people is also online right now. A little back-and-forth and my hotel phone rings and there is Chris. He's a traveling salesman who is 25. He sells snuff and chewing tobacco to convenience stores, and Lexington is on his route. He's staying with a friend, who is out for the afternoon. This guy wants a man BAD. I find out he's only 15 minutes away and he practically orders me to come over. So I drive to this nice little development and the house is at the end of a cul de sac and I knock on the door and he answers. Oh. My. God. If John Travolta were a 5'8" wrestler, that would be Chris: this stocky, hairy, Italian god. The door shuts and I ask him if it's okay? Oh. Yes. We go into his room and we're naked in seconds. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand when we got started, and we had 8 minutes of the most awesome, hot, sweating, groaning, humping sex. It ended with us both blowing monster loads all over his chest. As soon as he's gotten off, he's up off the bed tossing me a towel and telling me to go. So I give him all my phone numbers and tell him I'm in town for the weekend and if he wants to get together to call me. I leave, my head spinning. Just can't believe my good fortune. Four more messages when I get back to the hotel. Call the one who leaves me his number. Bachelor #3, Mark. Sounds cute, and once again, I'm having phone sex with a guy less than 30 minutes after the last one. So I invite him over, but give myself an hour to rebound. On the dot, a soft knock on the door. I open it, and my heart sinks. There's nothing wrong with him, he's really hairy, and very nice, but I guess maybe I'm just fucked out. Anyhow, he is totally into me, and really gets off, but it was just sort of ordinary for me and I don't. He leaves, and I am on my third beer contemplating what a weekend it's been when the phone rings, and it is somebody I know who lives in town. How are you? You should have called, please come over for a family barbeque tomorrow. How can I tell them I'm getting laid like a New York City fireman, and the last thing I want to do is come over for a barbeque? Oh well, all good things come to an end. Sunday morning I'm up early and I'm posting my new message, and responding to other messages, and nothing is happening. Shit. I'm on a roll and want one more encounter, and it's just not happening. Less than 10 minutes before I absolutely must go, the phone rings. It's Dave, my white trash phone sex buddy from Friday. His car is in the shop, and he's stuck at home, and totally horny, and do I want to come over. I explain the situation and tell him I'm sure I can, just not sure when. Fine, dude, just call me! So I go to my friend's house and actually have a pleasant lunch. I don't force leaving early, but the moment I back out of the driveway, I'm calling Dave. Ring ring ring ring - he must be on the Internet. Get back to the hotel and finally get through and get directions. He's about 20 minutes away, in kind of a crappy neighborhood. I knock on the door, and 24 hours later, it's Oh My God again. Totally different look. Red hair yes, but not white trash, and definitely not scrawny. A hot little stud with a thick cock and huge balls. We go at it like monkeys for 30 minutes, and then he jumps up and shoots a huge load all over me, and then I jump up and repay him in kind. Clothes back on, exchange phone numbers, and I know I'll never see him again, because I'll probably never be in Lexington again, but oh my god what a weekend. The location has been changed, but every other aspect of this story is completely and totally true.