Gay Erotic Stories

Note: The characters, places, and events in this story are entirely fictitious and created from the author’s overactive and under-sexed imagination. I really hope you enjoy this story. In fact, I hope you shoot a big load while reading it. If you like what I’ve written, let me know. My e-mail address is: joshua_109@hotmail.com. Drop me a line sometime. I’d love to hear from you. Drinking and Driving By: Joshua_109 I stretched my arm above my head, took a deep breath, and relaxed. I was finally finished with the longest day of work in my life. It was the day before the fourth of July weekend. The small town gas station where I worked had been swamped with endless waves of irate, hurried people, whining kids and non-stop complaining. I took my time card off the wall and clocked out. I set the alarm, and as I locked the door behind me, I sighed with relief. I got into my car and though about how much I hated the job. Thankfully, it was just a summer thing. In the fall, I would return to college for my junior year. The calendar on my bedroom wall had the days numbered until I could pack up my stuff and return to school. Unlike the stifling small town where I lived, at school I could indulge in some of the fun that wasn’t allowed in a quiet, Midwestern town. I first discovered that I was gay when I was in High School. At the time there wasn’t much I could do about it. Other than jacking off with a few guys, I was completely inexperienced. When I went away to college, I was finally free to explore a little bit. But every summer, I’d return home to a quiet sexless summer. The one big plus about working at the gas station was all the cute guys that would come through. The station was located on the highway, so lots of cops would come in to get fountain sodas and coffee. When I worked, drinks were always on the house. Just looking at all those hot guys in tight uniforms was payment enough for me. There is just something about a man in uniform… I stopped my musing and keyed my ignition. Home was only twenty five minutes away. If I hurried, I’d make it home before one. I drove into the night. I smiled to myself as the speedometer needle slipped past the speed limit. I was making great time. Night after night of driving the same back roads had allowed me to perfect the route. I could drive it in my sleep. On a few occasions, I think I did. I was wide awake when I saw the red lights begin to flash behind me. "Damn," I hissed. "There are never any cops around here at night…" There was a very narrow shoulder on the road, so I pulled over into a roadside park that was close by. I pulled out my wallet, and fished my registration out of my glove box. My heart beat a steady rhythm in my chest. An expensive ticket was the last thing I needed. I waited while the cop ran my plates. It seemed to take forever. Finally. I saw the cruiser’s door open and a tall shadow get out. I rolled down my widow. I had my license and registration in hand and was prepared to plead my guilt, take my ticket, and go home. " David, what the hell do you think you’re doing?" I looked up at the officer that was standing outside my door. It was Officer Evens, a county patrolman and regular at the gas station. He was undoubtedly one of the hottest men I had ever seen in my entire life. He was at least six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a square jaw. He was in his thirties, although he looked like he was in his twenties. His uniform always showed off his athletic body. The women who worked at the station would always drool when ever his patrol car would pull into the station. I have to admit to drooling a little myself. "Sorry sir. I was speeding." "Damn right you were. Almost sixty in a forty five." "I’m sorry." "Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t give you a ticket." " I don’t have a reason. I certainly deserve one." Finally his anger broke, and he grinned a bit. "Dammit…" He shook his head. "I’m a damn nice guy, you know that?" He grinned again. I smiled now. He opened my door. "You haven’t been drinking have you?" "No, I just closed up the station." I stepped out of my car. I could tell he wanted to make sure I was sober. He relaxed when he saw me steady on my feet and leaned back against my car. "Are you headed home?" he asked. "Yeah. What about you? I bet you had a busy night, with the holiday and all." "Yeah, all the crazies were out tonight. But thankfully, I just getting off," he paused, "my shift." I leaned back against the car beside him. I could feel the heat of his body, despite the humid July night. I puzzled over the odd wording of his last sentence, then dismissed it. There was just no way… "You must be glad to be going home," I said. "Yeah, I’m pretty excited." "Thanks for not giving me a ticket." "If I had caught you driving under the influence, I would have personally hauled your ass to jail. You don’t want that…" He was looking at me now. His blue eyes were shining in the dark, reflecting the full moon overhead. I was definitely getting a vibe off of this hot cop. I decided to go for broke. In the dark, I brushed my arm against his arm. This left out two arms touching, ever so slightly. I could feel the heat from his arm on my arm. Then I felt his arm move closer to mine, touching it solidly. "I would never drink and drive." "You look like a boy with smarts." "Thank you sir." By now the heat was radiating off his body against my arm. I knew he had to feel my own heat, as I became steadily more aroused. "If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, just tell me. I’ll do it." I felt his body shift towards mine. There could no longer be any mistaking this stud’s lust. "That’s a tempting offer. Maybe I’ll take you up on that." I shifted towards him, until we were facing each other. "What would you like sir?" I asked him. I parted my lips and licked them. I saw certainty enter his eyes. With this certainty, came a boldness. He reached behind my head and pulled my lips to his. He kissed me roughly, his tongue slipping into my mouth. As our tongues tangled, I slipped my arm around his waist. I felt his hard body through his uniform. His pecs were hard and solid. His butt firm. His arms strong. He broke our kiss. "I know something you can do for me," he said. He stepped back, then placed his hands on my shoulders, pushing downward. My brain reeled as it realized where this was going. I dropped to my knees. "Why don’t you suck my cock? Will you do that?" I looked up, my eyes eager. "Yes sir. It’s the least I could do…" "Good boy," he replied. With a few quick moves, his gun belt was off and lying on the ground. I reached up and unbuttoned his pants, then slowly slid the zipper down. There was already a sizable bulge in his pants. I pulled them down to reveal a pair of black boxer-briefs. I slowly approached his crotch. The bulge was at least seven inches and growing. I began to run my tongue along the fabric of his underwear. I could smell his musk and sweat. It was intoxicating. As I moved my tongue along the fabric, up and down his shaft, his manhood continued to grow, and he grew more excited. "Mmmm," he moaned. Finally, I was eager to see just how big this cock was, so I pulled down his boxer-briefs and released it from its prison. In the moonlight, it was hard to tell, but it was at least ten inches. I had only ever seen cocks this big in porno magazines. I paused for a moment, to enjoy the sight. "What do you think, boy?" "Very nice, sir." "Have you ever sucked a cock that big?" "No sir." "Then what are you waiting for?" I needed no further encouragement. I began licking his golf ball-sized balls, taking them into my mouth, one at a time. I was feeling daring and sucked them both into my mouth. It was a mouth full, but I loved it, and so did he. After giving his sac a good suck, I slowly licked my way up his huge shaft, until I reached the fat mushroom head. This was going to be a mouthful, I thought. I slipped the head into my mouth, and slowly began to work my way down. Inch after inch I worked that monster cock into my mouth. "Oh yeah," he moaned, "Take that cock boy." With one final lunge, I swallowed his big tool. I could feel his hot meat down in my throat. I wanted to gag, but I didn’t. Instead, I pulled back, letting his dick slide out, then I swallowed it again. And again. "That’s it. Deep throat that cock. You like that don’t you." In response, I took his cock to the hilt again. My throat was getting used to the size of his meat so I began to move my tongue against the shaft. With each swallow, I licked his shaft until his balls were resting on my chin. I began to pick up speed. I could taste his precum, and I was as hard as a rock. He placed both hands on my head and steadied it as I sucked on his cock. "You want me to fuck that pretty face of yours?" I couldn’t talk with my mouth full, but he could see the yes in my eyes. He grabbed my head and began thrusting his monster cock hard into my mouth. I again wanted to gag, but I never got the time. He fucked my face with a vengeance, and I loved every minute. I was kneeling between the shining boots of a hot cop stud, being his cock-sucker and I loved it. "Are you going to swallow my cum, boy?" he asked as he slid hid cock from between my lips. "If you’ll let me sir." "I shoot a big load…" I already had his cock back in my mouth. I worked my tongue and lips against the shaft as he fucked my mouth. I was going to milk that cum out with my lips. He grabbed my head again and fucked me harder and faster. Then I heard him grunt. He pulled out of my mouth and started stroking his cock. I opened my mouth. "Here it comes boy, swallow every drop." With a spasm, the first wave of cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed it down, but a second wave replaced it. Then another. I had never seen a guy cum like this. It was like something out of a porno movie. I swallowed as much as I could, but some hit my lips and ran down my face. Finally there was so much that the stud cop filled my mouth and came all over my face. It was too much for me, and I came in my pants, an orgasm more intense than any I’d had in a long time. I licked the cum from his cock and my face. His hot salty jizz tasted wonderful. I would have gladly drank more. "How was that, David?" "Real good, sir," I smiled. "I came in my pants…" "Glad you liked it." He pulled me up to my feet. I was wobbly, and shaky. He kissed me rougly, his tongue gathering some of his cum and licking it up. I grabbed the car to steady myself as he broke our kiss. He did up his pants while looked at me. "It looks like you’re gonna end up drinking an driving after all. Want me to give you a ride home?" I grinned. "No thanks, I can make it, but I sure would like you to ride me sometime…" He picked up his gun belt and fastened it around his hot waist. "You’re on, son." The rest of that summer became a lot more interesting. Officer Evens and I became very good friends. I spent several memorable weekends at his house, and I did eventually get that ride…