Gay Erotic Stories

The first thing that I noticed about him were his legs. He explained that he walked to work every night. Hell, he lived over four miles away. He’d been working the graveyard shift for about a week and I just kept staring at this blond god. Now, I knew why. His skin tight Levi’s showed off a pair of the most beautiful, muscular legs that I’d ever seen. Of course, the front of those tight jeans showed a lot of promise, too, but it was the legs that really got to me. I wondered how they would look wrapped around my head? Straight. No doubt about it, I thought. One of those kids (well, 23 anyway) with a babe at home. He talked about her a little bit during breaks, but something didn’t set quite right. Our plant conversation usually centers on work stuff. He usually kept pretty quiet about his home life. He knew that I was gay. I made no secret about it at work. If someone asks, I tell. Just like the military: he asked - I told. It was about a week later that I began to notice him taking his breaks when I took mine. Anyway, he and I became friends on our 15 minute smoke breaks. We’d shoot the shit about everything under the sun for the first 8 or 9 minutes. Then (of course) he’d bring up sex. “I know how great it feels when Sherry and I get it on, but what can two guys do that could feel so fuckin’ good?” he asked one night. “Listen, Jack” I said. “Imagine every nerve in your body sitting right underneath your skin just begging to explode. Your chest, your legs, even your fuckin’ toes, man. Imagine your entire body on fire like you’re fuckin already shooting, but it goes on and on and on. That’s how it can feel. Look” I said. “You know how good it feels when you beat off?” He blushed and I watched his hands cover his crotch. “Sure, man” he said. “Hell, I take my time when I’m jerking off, cuz I love how it makes me feel. It’s so great that I can beat off for an hour it feels so good.” He was embarrassed by his frankness. “Oh, so you get yourself hot and slow down and start it all over again and again?” He nodded. “I’ll bet it makes you feel real good, doesn’t it?” He blushed and agreed with me. “Well, that’s how it can feel with a guy. Pretty soon you’re so hot and aching to cum that when you finally do, then, you shoot a real hot load.” His smile turned to a triumphant grin. “Shit, I do that now” he said proudly. “Man, I can shoot so far it hits the headboard behind me and covers the wall.” I was now quite curious to this kid’s leanings. When I asked him about his girlfriend, Jack got very quiet. “Well, Sherry and me, we’re kind of on different wavelengths. I mean, I want it all the time, but she’s...well...” “...not up for it as much as you?” I finished. “Yeah.” he said. “Man, the walls of my shower must be layered in spunk. I’d explode if I didn’t whip off at least three or four loads a day.” Shit, the kid was a gay man’s wet dream. Three or four loads down the drain. Man, what a waste. He belongs in the movies. My blond stud squirmed a little in his chair and as I stole a look in his crotch I could swear that the worn spot on the front of his jeans was moving slightly. And, from the looks of it I could see why the jeans were worn. His cock was slowly snaking its way down his right pants leg as he pressed his legs together. “You like porn films?” he asked. “I go through four or five a week from my video store. I got two VCR’s and I tape the one’s that I like. If you wanna borrow some sometime...” he stopped. “Oh, I guess we probably don’t watch the same ones, do we?” “Hey, I’m versatile. I was married for twelve years.” “No shit?” he said, his eyes renewed with excitement. “Man, why’d you ever stop fucking women?” “Because I found something I like better” I said proudly. “I get more pleasure beating off with someone than I ever did performing my marital duties.” “You beat off with other guys?” he asked. “I used to do that when I was a kid. We’d have contests to see who could shoot the farthest. Man, I always won.” Hmmm. This conversation was becoming more interesting by the second. “Too bad you don’t have it on videotape. I got friends who’d love to see you shoot off a hot load...that is, if you can really shoot like you say you can.” “Shit, man. ‘Course I can.” He was silent for a moment. “You get together with these guys a lot?” he asked, fingering the bulge in his crotch. “Why? You wanna send us a video of your jacking off?” “No, man. Uh... I’d like to come.” Now it was my turn to squirm in my chair. Shit, here was a 23 year old blue eyed, long haired blond, with a 28 inch waist and a thirty five inch inseam, with what appeared to be at least nine inches of suckable cock asking me to invite him to a jack off party. “I mean, hey, I don’t fuck around with guys, but I think I’d really get off on being with a bunch of pud pullers.” That was obvious, judging from the bulge in his pants. Did I say nine inches? Shit, it’s ten. He was rubbing it slowly, imperceptibly, hoping I wouldn’t notice. Or, hoping I would? “I don’t know, man. These parties can get pretty wild. I mean, sometimes we kind of help each other out, know what I mean?” I checked his eyes for second thoughts. He groped himself and I could see a small wet spot forming on his inner thigh where that monster cock had lodged itself. My cock was doing flip flops, too. Just then, the whistle blew, and it was time to get back to work. “Looks like it’s time to get back to work” I said, standing up. My cock was tenting the front of my jeans, Shit. If he’s gonna get me going he might as well see the fruits of his labor. I reached down to rearrange myself and headed back inside. “Um, I’ll be back in a minute. I gotta take a leak.” he said standing up slowly and resting his thermos in front of himself, but not before I got the full view of what was possibly the most suckable piece of meat in this whole fucking factory. “OK, man. We’ll talk more tomorrow” I said, as I headed out of the break room. Jack slipped inside the men’s room a few seconds before I slipped inside the utility room right next to the men’s room. The closet had a sink, a drain, and a nice sized peephole in the wall. I can’t take credit for drilling this one, but I thank my lucky stars for whoever thought of it first. I quietly stood on the box of cleaning supplies and looked through the hole. It was about five feet off the floor and just on the other side was the back of the toilet. As I peered down I could see Jack sprawled out on the shitter with those jeans around his ankles. His brawny muscled legs were covered with the same fuzz that showed over the top of his tank top. Those legs were slowly clenching in and out and I tore my gaze away from them and moved up to what was filling both of this blond studs hands: ten thick inches of prime cut cocksucker’s delight. His left hand was busy flogging that monster dick, while his right hand was smearing the precum around the big mushroom tip and then dipping down to grab two huge balls. I could hear him groan as he twisted those nuts between his fingers. I could hear the slapping of his cock as his fingers stroked faster and faster. He let out a low groan and let go of his cock and quickly pulled his shirt up over his head. Barely missing a stroke, his hand went back to that delicious cock, while the other one began tweaking his well defined nipples. Shit, this was too much. He groaned again, and this time I could see his boots digging into the floor, bracing himself. Those firm full legs were stretched taught as his breathing became loud and raspy. Shit, shit, aww fuck, man”” I heard him groan as the first blast of cum arced through the air and hit him square on the chin. The second blast landed in that beautiful blond hair as he grunted with satisfaction. The next powerful jolt flew through the air and landed right against the peephole, obscuring my view until I quickly poked my tongue out for a quick taste. God, it was the most delicious man cream I’d ever had. Hot, smooth, and creamy. As my eye found its way back to the hole I could see that he was still shooting, covering his chest and belly with that tasty load. As he slowed down, milking the last few drops from that monster prick, he began to rub the cum into his chest. Then, he wiped the jizz from his chin and planted those fingers right into his mouth! I watched as he sucked gently on his fingers, cleaning that hot cum with a slow snake of his tongue. Shit, man! He’s eating his own load! I heard his contented sighs as he finished licking up his hot load. His cock was softening now as he stood up and stuffed it back into his jeans. He retrieved his shirt, flushed the john, and went to the sink to wash up, leaving me with a beautiful view of that nice firm bubble butt as he splashed cold water on his face and chest. “Oh, yeah” I thought. “We’ll DEFINITELY talk more tomorrow.” It had been almost a week since Jack and I talked about jack off parties. Almost a week since I watched him flogging his big dick in the men’s room. Shit, I knew that he was interested, but I didn’t want to push him. I figured I’d leave the next move up to him. That’s why I kind of stayed clear of him for a while. I did begin to notice a few things, though. Like, he always made at least three trips to the men’s room during the shift, but one of those trips was always at least five or ten minutes long. And, each time he’d come back to work after one of those “tenners” I could see a shrinking swell in his jeans. Boy, he wasn’t kidding when he said he needed to beat off a lot. It was driving me nuts, but I knew that if I bided my time he’d come to me. And he did. About four o’clock this morning I went for a couple of smokes and a little coffee. He had just come back from his break, but after only a couple of minutes he was back in the break room. “Hey, dude, you ignoring me or something?” he asked, flashing that million dollar smile at me as he sat down across from me, spreading those firm young legs. “I was beginning to think you didn’t wanna talk to me anymore.” Now, I figured I could be a little bolder. “Shit, with all the time you spend in the men’s room, I’m surprised you have time to talk to ANYONE! What are you doing in there, beating off???” He turned a thousand shades of red and began to stammer. “Uh, uh...no man. I mean...oh, shit.” “Hey, Jack, that’s OK. I mean we all do it. And, hey, after our last conversation figured that beating off was as precious to you as food and water.” He smiled and relaxed. It was then that he asked if I were planning one of my parties soon. “Why? Getting tired of shooting all over your chest?” I said brazenly, remembering the last time I watched him through the peephole. He seemed surprised that I would know his little rituals so well, as his hand absently reached up to stroke his tank top covered chest. “Well, I, uh... Is that what you think?” he asked, getting a little braver and letting his hand fall between his legs and rest on the mound of his crotch. I mentioned that if he’d bothered to make a videotape of himself that I would know for sure. “Hey, man I really tried to make one last week, but I kept fucking up the camera. I mean, I didn’t want my face in the shot, but I guess I was moving around so much it kept showing up. Besides, my dick kept going out of focus.” he chuckled. “Why don’t you get your girlfriend to hold it for you...The camera, I mean” I said laughing at my own pun. “Shit, no, man. She wouldn’t understand any of this shit. I mean, I’ve got a hard enough time getting her to put out for me, let alone asking her to videotape me beating off.” “That’s too bad” I lamented, “cuz I’d sure be interested in watching you dig your heels into the floor and flex those legs while you tweaked your hot little nipples and beat that big piece of meat till you shot all over yourself.” It took a second, but the light bulb went on in his head. He knew that I had been watching him beat off. He just didn’t know how. Something else that I noticed was that the bulge in his crotch seemed to move just a bit. Hell, he was turned on that I had been watching him! I figured it was time to lay my cards on the table. “Yeah, Jack. I’ve seen you beating off. You looked real hot, too. Your fingers were just made to wrap around that sausage of yours. And the way you groan when you cum, oh man, that sure turned me on” I said, my voice soft and low enough to let him know how hot he made me. He was squirming on the chair now, his dick inching down his left pant leg. He covered it with his arm and rubbed it slowly, his face a confused mixture of lust and confusion. “Oh, yeah, Jack. I could hear you pounding that whopper, man. There’s nothing like the sound of a good hot man jacking off. And that load you shot, Aw Jesus. I almost came in my pants watching that cum shoot from the tip of your hot cock. Tasty, too” I said. Confusion spread across his face as he openly fingered his growing bulge. “Why shouldn’t I”? I said, enjoying his confused state. “Hell, you know what it tastes like, I know that. Why shouldn’t I get a little taste?” With that he grabbed my hand and placed it in his well packed crotch. The heat was incredible. So was the hardness. Man, it was heaven. My fingers slowly groped him through his Levi’s and I felt a wet spot near the tip of his cloth covered cock. My fingers rubbed around it and I brought the fingers to my lips and licked gently. “Yep. Just as sweet as last time” I grinned. “Well, shit man, if you know so damn much then why don’t you tell me what the hell is going on with my life” he said, trying to suppress the lust in his crotch. I tried to concentrate on conversation. “Well, I think you’re probably suffering from a good case of blue balls right now. How long has it been since you’ve gotten laid?” He told me that it had been over a month. “What about a good blowjob?” “High School.” he said. “Sherry won’t do it. She thinks its dirty.” “But you like it, right?” He nodded. “So, when you beat off, what are you thinking about?” I asked, playing shrink. “Well, mostly, it’s about a pair of nice warm lips wrapped around my dick like back in High School” he said, massaging the lump in his Levi’s. Suddenly. I needed to hear more!