Gay Erotic Stories

Alaska is where men are men and women are outnumbered at least by two to one. In many small towns where certain industries are primary, like oil related industries or fishing, the men are plentiful, often horny, and ready for action. It makes for great long winter nights, and wonderful long summer days! I'm a teacher in a small town that lives in the summer off the bounty of commercial fishermen. Some of us also live off the bounty of their hot and horny cocks as well. Fishermen seem to be insatiable, and that truly makes life here worth it. But this past summer I took a job with a friend who is a builder. This new friend, Dan, had a big project and needed some extra help. Now Dan is as straight as they come. He's married to a tall statuesque beauty and they have two of the most adorable children in the world. Dan is a handsome guy too. He has a dark, sun tanned complexion, long face, and a killer smile. He also constantly winks at you when he talks, and it makes me tremble because I think he knows something that I don't. Now, I've got to tell you that Dan is one of the most masculine men I have ever known. His habits are totally male. One day when we were building, I saw him standing over by the trailer taking a whiz, not even thinking twice about it. He pushes stuff out of his nose, not with a hanky like I do, but by pinching his nose and letting it fly. His gait is very masculine, his hands and arms are totally masculine. Everything about him simply reeks of masculinity. He also seemed to have a great marriage. That's why what happened one day in the middle of summer shocked me. Dan and I were the only ones at the work site. We were putting together a tongue and groove floor. I was handing Dan the boards and he was bending over and placing the tongue into the groove, hammering with a mallet, and then bending over even farther to make sure it was all the way in. I was about eye level with his gorgeous ass, and loved it. I was getting a hard on that was hidden, thankfully, by the tool belt around my waist. I watched Dan carefully. He had classic features that people say mythologically indicate the size of a man's cock. He must wear a size 14 or 15 shoes. His fingers and hands are excessively long and veiny. His neck is also quite long. He stands about 6 foot six, and has a 32 inch waist. I know because of the tag I was reading on the back of the jeans. Suddenly Dan bent over and let out a soft groan. When he turned my way, he was rubbing his crotch. "Dan, what's wrong?" I asked, resisting the temptation to reach down and massage him myself. "Oh, it's this damned surgery I had. I had a vasectomy a couple of months ago and it still hasn't healed properly. Now the doctor thinks it's infected. God, it hurts like hell, not to mention fucking up my sex life." "Wow, I had no idea," I stammered. "Why did you go and do a thing like that?" "My wife doesn't want any more kids. Neither do I. What choice did we have.?" Then he winked at me and smiled. I pondered that action for a couple of days, watching this man of men from afar. When we were close I could smell his musky odor, and it turned me on so. When I was near him, I trembled. When I was far from him, I'd feel the throbbing bulge in my pants. grateful that we were active and busy so he didn't know. The crawlspace was done, and Dan was in the area below, fumbling around in the dark. He called to me to get a light and bring it down, which I obediently did I could see him over in the far corner, just barely, on his back. looking up. As I pointed the light in his direction, I couldn't believe what I saw. His tight fitting jeans were down around his ankles, and he was holding his rock hard 11 inch dick in his massive hands. He was slowly stroking up and down, looking at me and again, winking. As I got closer I inquired, "What's this?" "It's my hot, hungry cock. You want some of this action?" "You know I do," I said. "But what about the infection and the vasectomy and the pain you were in the other day?" "Hell, that whole story is a big fake. I never had a vasectomy. I just had hot, hard sex with the urologist. My wife never suspected, and then when I couldn't avoid her any more, I made up the infection story. Several more visits to the doctor took care of the pain in my balls!" "Oh. Well, what do you want from me, boss?" I asked shyly. "I want you to suck and fuck me till I'm dizzy, and can't take any more. I know you can do it because I've seen you lusting after my body. Well, here it is. Come and get it." The crawl space was about three and a half feet tall, and dark. I clicked off the light and felt my way up Dan's hard legs. His calves were tight, muscular, and his thighs were rock hard. I brushed his hard, throbbing middle leg with my beard. He groaned and let out a little shudder. Then, with my expert tongue I ran up and down the back of the shaft, around the head, and into the tip, which was already dripping salty juice. Before long I had his entire rod in my mouth and could easily go up and down the entire length. I stopped moving up and down and sucked hard when he was fully in my mouth, and he blew a huge load of hot man juice. I swallowed every precious drop. Then I felt my way up his tight torso, past his diamond hard nipples, to his waiting mouth. My own mouth still was salty from his cum, and I gave him some of his own sperm with my kiss. His hard hands were already working on my throbbing flagpole. It was okay with me if he gave me a hand job, but he had something else in mind. He pushed me over and went to work with his mouth. For someone who I thought was straight, he gave a hell of a blow job. His vacuum powered mouth drained me quickly of at least a pint of cum! I leaned over and said, "This is a strange place to be doing this. My house is only a couple of blocks away. We could be there in the comfort of my hot tub, or king size bed, or double headed shower. What do you think?" Dan was fast to respond. "Let's go, then." We did. From that day on Dan met me at my house before our work day started. We'd suck or fuck, or do a quick hand job, and both would be ready then to do some hard hammering on the project. One day it was raining too hard to get anything done at the site, so we did our hammering in my bed, and my shower, and my hot tub. Then we started over. God, Dan was hot, and like most Alaskan men, insatiable. Well, the building still isn't done, and if we keep at it, it may never get done. Doesn't matter though, because it's Dan's building. It's a duplex, and I'm his new tenant. Trouble is, I think he'll soon be looking for a new place to live as well. Oh well, he can move in with me. The family that works, sleeps and plays together, stays together, or something like that.