Gay Erotic Stories

As always, I walk from Greenbelt to Makati Cinema, to South Super highway, to Evangelista - and then a jeep home. It has become a habit, a way to curb my weight. So far, I have not fully strayed from my weight - it had been fairly stable. But this time, my bladder was full. I opted to use the Greenbelt Park - there are a lot trees in the park, and it was dark. There were guys, mostly alone, sitting, looking around, and most probably cruising. But I never want to take my chances in Greenbelt. So after relieving myself - I proceeded home. While crossing the street, I saw a red car slowing down, probably a Toyota or a Lancer. The driver looked at me. It was a bit past twelve, and it was a Friday. I skipped reporting to work on Saturdays anyway. Why not? But he continued to go straight. So, fat chance. But I noted the license plate - it was TGG966. When I was on the Salcedo Street, another red car passed - I had the urge to look at - it was the same car, the same guy. Again, he proceeded along, turning left at Amorsolo. Well, fat chance again. Walking toward Amorsolo, I saw him stop directly at my path. He was simply there. I did not want to be presumptuous - maybe he was waiting for someone. I did again look but walked pass by. But what if? I would have crossed the bridge to Makati Cinema Square or walked straight and turned right at Pasay Road (Which I did not do) ... an innocent path enough that would give an encounter a chance. I continued to walk straight, looking back to check if he had followed me. Well, he did follow but did not stop so I just continued my walk. But somewhere near the gasoline station, near the corner, he doubled back and parked. After a moment’s hesitation, I crossed the street and leisurely walked to his car. I looked at him through his windows. He opened the door. I stepped right in. My heart was thumping fast, really fast, I should not be doing this. I am a professional; I am still even wearing my green polo barong. He looked small, could not be more than 5'6, slim, athletic-looking, and wore-framed metal glasses. Not bad, and I was feeling horny. But it was scary - A friend's lover was picked up and stabbed twenty-seven times. Still, why not - I felt adventurous, and I was definitely bigger than him, and hopefully stronger. He did not offer his name, nor did I mine. The car radio was playing and the air conditioner was humming. He asked where did I come from and why was I walking. I said it is a nice way to relax, to unwind. He continued to drive and in one deserted building parking lot, he stopped. I took a good look at him. He was wearing a printed t-shirt and shorts. The shorts were already unzipped. What did he want? What was I supposed to do? He was quiet. He turned the radio off, the air conditioner, everything. I wanted to protest, for it would be hot - but then it was safer to make the car look as if it was parked with no people inside. He still has not said anything -what did he expect from me? My heart was beating faster with anticipation. Then, he pulled down his shorts, his underwear and took off his shirt. He was endowed, probably around 6 inches, with a big balloon head. He was already hard. He had a lean body, with no extra fat, his chest was rightly muscled for his build, his skin was smooth and clear. The nipples were enticing I wanted to suck them. And then he looked at me. I was unsure. I proceeded toward him, still completely dressed. I sucked his nipples. He started moaning. I placed his nipple, his right nipple in my mouth, twirling my tongue on his areola, flicking his nipples with my tongue. My tongue went from the right to the left nipple. Doing the same movement. He liked it. I proceeded to work on his armpits, his biceps, then to his neck and ear lobes. The points of which, I myself, find very erotic. He was definitely hard; he could not turn harder than that. Nice. Moving my head from right to left, he did not force me to kiss, which I do find to be personal. I kissed him on the end of his rib cage, on the edge of his hipbone. He raised himself from the seat. His eyes were closed obviously savoring the pleasure, the moment. He could not stand it anymore, he moved his body towards mine, raising both of his legs. He was trying to caress me, but I was still fully clothed. I took off my barong and my undershirt. And then went down and kissed and licked the underside of his knee. He was ecstatic. I slowly worked my tongue upward, to his crotch. He was masturbating his big, thick, and hard cock. I pushed his hand away. If he continued to work himself, he might immediately come. I wanted it to last; I wanted to take more time. My mouth moved on, but I did not touch his manhood. I licked his sides, caressed the underside of his balls, his butt. He was enjoying himself. He asked me to suck him, to lick his balls. I looked at him, and moved my body. I was on top, and worked again with my tongue on his nipples, rib cage, his arm pit, his arms, his neck, his ears. I was masturbating him. He was definitely hot, still moaning. I went down, holding his dick; he had been oozing with pre cum. I put my palm on the head, making circling motions, spreading his juices on my palm. He moaned louder. Then I flicked his dick on my tits. I have a big chest - and I was sensitizing him and myself. Then I pressed my chest on his cock, then moved my body, providing friction between my body and his groin. He was hot; he was oozing more pre cum. Then I looked at his cock, his waiting cock. As I bent down and kissed his balls, he gasped. And I took a ball inside my mouth, tonguing it, releasing it, and taking the other. He was anticipating, but I proceeded to his sides, kissing around his crotch. He placed his hand again on his penis, and I took it away. Slowly, I licked his cock. Enticing it, I kissed its head. Then proceeded to kiss the base. He was quivering with excitement. Teasingly, I took another kiss, opening my mouth; my lips tasted its head. It was big and smooth. I took him in. I could tell he liked it, as I heard his staccato moans from above. My head went up and down, but I was conscious that I did not want him to come yet - I wanted it to last - to continue playing with him. It was nice teasing him to rock hardness and yet unable to release. I pulled down my pants, my briefs. I pressed my butt on his groin. I pressed for a long while - I knew it would drive him crazy. I wanted to tease him more but I was also so worked up. He spoke - do you have a condom? Yes, his cock was just right for sex, it would hurt a little, it would go in, and it would feel good. Condom? I remembered there was still a condom and lubricant inside my bag. I proceeded to look for it. He adjusted the back of his seat and went to the back of the car and laid down on the back seat, his cock reaching his navel, it was beautiful. I found the rubber and the KY. I pulled down my pants and briefs. And went to the back with him. With my back to him, I guided his cock. He pressed, and I pulled out. It hurt, hurt like hell. For a moment, I stopped, and then we tried it again. I was grasping wildly his legs, cautioning him. I wanted to get accustomed to his cock, to his size. And then he was in, completely. And he started to fuck and I started to moan. He backed to the right corner. Then we tried it the doggie style. He was humped beside me, I was masturbating myself, it was pure pleasure. I was near and holding myself. Then I motioned for another change, I did not want to spurt on the seat of his car. I laid on my back, he was on top. I could see him, his lithe body. He continued to move, gyrating from time to time. I was ecstatic with pleasure, moaning, not caring if someone happened to pass by. He was moving in and out, I could feel him. Then he started to moan, and I joined him. I saw my cum, squirting to my chest, to my navel, to my crotch. He was coming too. We were getting it simultaneously. I felt it getting bigger and harder, then slowly getting softer - but he continued to move. And then we were quiet. It was pure sex, undeniably good. I came a lot. We dressed up, and he dropped me off at Don Bosco. I said, see walking is so relaxing. He replied, so is driving. I was smiling. We did not know each other, and that is part of the mystery. I have never been fucked in a car, but there is a first time. And I am looking forward for the future, for more!