Gay Erotic Stories

I don’t remember much more about what happened that night. I passed out with that cowboy’s bangs brushing my bare belly and my dick feeling hotter than it ever had. The next morning I do remember, however. I woke up to the smell of bacon frying. I lifted myself up on my elbow, and saw him standing as far away as you can get in a camper washing dishes in the tiny sink. He had his hat on and my chaps and that was about it. He turned his head over his shoulder and smiled at me. “Breakfast is ready.” I got out of bed and was standing a rock hard dick’s distance behind him. My unshaven face felt the back of his neck before I did, and, with one hand on his bare chest and the other on the belt buckle of my chaps, I pulled him hard against me. My dick was sliding right between the top part of his ass crack and my hands made their way down to the insides of those chaps in a hot hurry. I saw a partial stick of butter on the six inch counter between the sink and the two burner gas stove, and I grabbed a palm full of it. I greased my dick and bent that cowboy over the sink. The next thing I knew I had one hand pushing him over the sink and one hand holding onto the leather strap across the top of his ass. My nose was full of bacon burning and butter on leather. He had the tightest hole I’d ever been in and I was fucking him like I was riding a goddamn bronc. He opened that ass and met me buck for buck, and I exploded in that cowboy like I’d never fucking cum before. But he wasn’t done yet. He took the rest of the butter on the counter and smeared it on his own dick, and started yanking it hard as I’ve ever seen a man pull on his own cock. He shot all over my sink and my chaps. He turned to me, sweaty and smiling and spread his butter and cum hand over my lips. Then he kissed me and licked my whole face clean. We ate breakfast without saying much. I was due to get on the road cause I had two days of driving to do for the next rodeo. He said, “I didn’t get much sleep last night. You mind if I crash on your cot?” “You crash on my cot and you’re liable to wake up in Arizona.” “Can a cowboy get laid in Arizona?” I smiled and felt myself stiffen under the table. “I reckon he can.”