Gay Erotic Stories

The night air was sticky. A light sweat had broken out on my brow after reaching the apex of the hill that was Hugh Street. I had just finished a huge design project for my CE class, and I was ready to vegetate. I had just enough herb left at home to put me into a nice haze, the perfect mood to lie in front of the fan and watch some porn. There was something about lying on my couch, sweat glistening all over my naked muscular body from the summer heat, not to mention a little heat of my own, and stroking my seven inch cock to some hot dirty porn. I have to admit that I was already sporting a bit of a woody just thinking about which movie I would watch. "Danny Sommers gets me so damned horny," I thought, "perhaps I should watch Rump Rangers…" Suddenly, as I approached a new apartment building that was being constructed, I saw something fall. A paper cup had dropped from a third floor window (glass not yet included) and drawn my attention upwards. I noticed a hand propped on the soon to be window ledge, obviously propping up a person. Even from my distanced vantage point, I could tell that the forearm, covered in a shag of black hair, was muscular. And it also seemed that the rest of the arm was completely sleeveless. "Well," I thought, "there's no reason that I can't walk up there and get a glimpse of that construction stud that that arm's attached to. Especially without a shirt!" Stashing my book bag in a nearby bush, I quietly walked up the unfinished stairwell to the third floor. It had been close to three in the morning so anyone that was in a construction site was probably up to no good. I figured (and hoped!) that some college guy had brought his girl up there to have some kinky fun. I wouldn't mind seeing some guy blow his load all over some chick. As I approached the third floor landing I stopped so that I was eye level with the floor. Oh baby, was I in luck! It looked like two workers had been doing some late night renovations when the mood struck them and took them away. The standing man, whose arm I had admired, was getting his cock slobbered on by a beefy stud in a wife beater. And, my God, were they loud. I couldn't believe that I hadn't heard the sounds from the street: slurping, groaning, dirty talk… It was a scene! The standing man had the slender body of a swimmer, but covered in a nice light hairy coating. "Oh God! Kurt you suck like a fuckin' pro!" the standing man declared. He pulled his plump cock out of the kneeling man's dripping lips and gave his face a few wet slaps with it. "You want my cock back? You want it muscle man?" As he taunted, Kurt remained mouth open, tongue lolling, attempting to get just a lick of the man's meat. I could hear his moans of insistence to take the hot flesh back in. "Oh yea, you've made me work up quite a sweat. Get up here." The standing man forced the well-muscled Kurt up to his feet by the back of his neck. "I want you to clean off what you made," and with that, he forced Kurt's face into his glistening armpit where he instantly began lapping up the man's juice. The man grunted a loud response, "Fuck, yea! Oh God you're making me so fucking hard!" And it was true! I could see the standing man's cock grow, untouched, and leak a thin stream of clear liquid onto the floor. Watching this built construction guy taking orders from his smaller, but still chiseled counterpart, I couldn't hold out any longer. I was rubbing my rigid pole through the silky fabric of my Umbro soccer shorts. I could already feel a wet pool of precome at the head of my dick. Meanwhile, Kurt had moved from his friend's sweaty underarm to his nipple. He gave it a few tough nibbles and his friend went wild. Arm still overhead, the friend pressed Kurt's face roughly into his chest, grunting obscenities that were so animalistic, I could barely understand. Kurt voyaged on to lap at the few droplets of sweat from between a well-sculpted pair of pecs. Forcing the friends other arm behind his head, Kurt went at the next armpit with a fervor that almost sent me over the edge. And from the looks of it, the friend almost lost it too. His cock leapt between the rock thighs of Kurt's, spasming and wetting his balls with oozing precome. Kurt sniffed, and took long licks from nipple, through the forest of armpit hair up to bite on the muscle of the friend's bicep. He repeated this two or three more times, with more and more force each time. On the last lap, Kurt slammed his marble-like thighs together, catching the friend's cock between and fucked him. He undulated back and forth, his own stiff prick smearing their hard stomachs with his own clear juice, riding the friend's cock between his legs. He latched on the man's pit, gave a few final rough pumps, and that was it. The friend let out a moan, his knees buckled, and his come spewed out from behind Kurt's thighs. One, two, three, a weak fourth, and then from my vantage point, all I could do was imagine that the rest was dripping down Kurt's hairy legs and slopping his balls. The friend all but collapsed into Kurt's arms, breathless. "Don't think of fagging out on me, Stock. I'm gonna use that fuckin' hole of yours like a cheap Korean prostitute." Kurt's voice was low. I mean extremely low, like the sound of a rolling bass drum. But 'Stock', as he was called, didn't seem to respond. He was still catching his breath from the orgasm that had just rocked him. "Get down, bitch," Kurt growled. Stock sank to his knees and grabbed the cock in front of him. Not too long but with a nice girth, I thought. He stroked it, almost lovingly, then lifted it suddenly and lunged at the balls beneath. Due to the heat, Kurt's nut sack hung low and Stock had no problem tea-bagging it into his mouth. "Oh yea, lick off that cum and sweat, boy." God how his voice turned me on. Stock gobbled that bag and jerked the thick slab of meat in his palm. I noticed his one hand pumping his again stiffening cock, and the other slipping between and behind, to get at the tight pucker of Kurt's ass. Kurt responded by lifting his arm to get a lick of his own pit sweat. Man, the guy really had a fetish! "Oh suck it baby," his voice rumbled as Stock took his meat down to the hilt. Stock now had both hands working the hard globes of Kurt's ass as he impaled his face on his crotch. Kurt was still licking and rubbing his pit, but now he was also pumping his cock in and out of the wet, willing mouth. All I heard were groans and greedy slurping sounds. My cock was on fire. I slid my shorts and underwear down my sweat soaked thighs so I could get at my piece firsthand. Oh God I was in heaven. I spit down into my palm to get a nice lube on my dick and matched my strokes with the noisy slops of Stock's mouth. God it was hot. Stock began slapping at the muscular ass and finally spun Kurt around in a frenzy. It took him no time to spread the hard cheeks to get at the soft rosebud beneath. He tongued long strokes from under the base of Kurt's cock all the way along the hairy crack, up to the small of his back. He shortened his laps until he centered on Kurt's tight little pucker. He licked at the hole to get it nice and moist for him. Kurt groaned, hands on his knees, edging his ass back at Stock's face. The noisy reaction that he was giving caused Stock to truly dive in. His tongue fucked relentlessly in and out of Kurt's anus. I thought that he was going to pass out from the awesome tongue-lashing he was receiving! Now things were about to get really interesting. Stock paused for just a moment to spit down on his re-hardened pole. As he continued his ransack of the nice ass in front of him, his right hand began to rub and smear his juices all over his prick. "This is gonna be incredible!" I thought. Then, all in a matter of about three seconds, Stock stood up, positioned his long rod at the entrance to Kurt's chute, propped his hands on Kurt's hips, and slammed in for all that he was worth. "Oh fucking… Ooh yea…Oooooh Gaaaawwd!" Kurt moaned out. Stock, fully penetrated, seemed to go weak in the knees again. But he gained his composure and began to ride that nice jock ass. He went medium paced at first, his pendulous balls gently slapping at Kurt's underneath. Kurt's moans became more subdued, but constant. Then the animal in Stock took over. He plowed in and out of the tight hole with blazing speed. The sound of their two hard bodies slapping together, Kurt's deep grunting and Stock's amazing fervor were enough for me. I gasped, every muscle in my frame contracted simultaneously, and I exploded. My cum shot out like a cannon across the unfinished concrete of the second floor, staining pools and droplets five, seven, almost ten feet from the staircase I was on. It took every ounce of strength I had in my being not to cry out or moan in the least, lest I alarm my illustrious hosts. As I milked the last drops of juice from my cock head, I looked up just in time to see Kurt leaning back, Stock's cock still planted in his ass and now his tongue planted in his mouth, spray his huge load in front of him. He grunted, head turned sideways, around Stock's lips. It was almost enough to make me stiff again, but I thought it's better to be safe than sorry. Well, at the end of my exciting evening of voyeurism, I couldn't contain the huge grin spread across my face. I knew those two men would be in my dreams and fantasies for months to come. And who knew, maybe on another lucky night home from campus, I just might see another muscled arm leaning out of an up and coming building, and this time, I should join in! Jason jcs226@psu.edu Any and all comments are greatly appreciated.