Gay Erotic Stories

After work, I got to the Fairgrounds around 5 PM and spent a lot of time cruising the carneys, playing at seducing three gorgeous ones ... ranging in age from around 20 to right around 40. All three of these dudes disappointed me, answering my suggestion with a) "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Please don't repeat it." ... b) "No, I ain't into that kinda shit." ... and c) "If you ain't the fawk outta my face by the time I count three ..." Never heard the end of that sentence. I looked around for Chaz and TeeJay, and didn't find them. At the booth where I found Chaz the first night, that big ugly lumpy mostly-toothless guy was still slathering over the girls. And operating TeeJay's ride, there was a guy who was not exactly horrible looking, but still was not worth working on, at least not yet. Then I spotted a most intriguing dude, making some quick repairs to a wooden fence. Germanic looking, in his mid- to late-30s. Tall and slender with nicely muscled arms ... brown eyes sunk deep within high cheekbones ... sharp, angular facial features. Medium-length, wavy, medium brown hair ... goatee with almost as much salt as pepper in it. Studs in both ears. Heavy brown boots on his feet. As he crouched down at the bottom of the fencepost, his jeans shorts hugged his ass nice and tight -- he might as well not been wearing any. The fabric was tucked in between his ass cheeks, right where I wanted my face to be. I stood about six feet away and watched his lower back as he worked: when he'd stretch a bit, his shirt would come up, revealing some fine skin, as well as just a hint of a butt crack with silky hair above it, and the elastic of his white briefs. I had to see more. I hit him with another slight variation of my usual straight-guy pickup line: "Man, it's hot. Bet you could use a beer right about now." He looked up at me and smiled big with teeth that were almost perfect, except that he had one missing next to his right front tooth. "Yeah," he replied in a Boston accent, "I sure could, and I intend to go out for one as soon as I can get outta here." "What time are you off?" I asked. "Pretty quick. Day's just about over." "At six?" I asked. "Yeah." "Wanna come have a beer or two, get cleaned up, maybe watch some porn and drop a load?" He hesitated for a couple of seconds. I was afraid I'd get another "Get the fuck away from me faggot" kind of response. But no! "Man, you got you some balls on ya! Damn!" he chuckled, and he hit the fence with his hammer a couple more times. I waited for whatever he was gonna say next. Suddenly he spun around in my direction and thrust his empty right hand up at me. "My name's Charles. You are...?" I shook his grimy, calloused hand and told him my name. He said, "Glad to meet ya. But y'know, I've never swung that way." I assured him that he could just kick back and enjoy what I do ... that I wouldn't try to kiss him or anything, that he would be the boss, and that I'd keep all my clothes on. He mulled it over for a half-minute while he figured out the next thing he had to do with the fence, then said, "I think you got yourself a deal. Lemme finish this up, and then ... unless something else needs fixin' ... I can get outta here. But don't hold it against me if I get nervous." We chewed the fat for another five minutes or so, and suddenly he pronounced that section of fencing "good as new.” "Lemme go and lock up my tools, then we'll talk some more. I'll be right back." He headed down the path and rounded a corner, just beyond a burger stand, and was out of my sight. I kept my eye on the spot, waiting for Charles to re-emerge. A lot of time passed, maybe more than ten minutes, and I was just becoming afraid that I was being stood up, when all of the sudden, two big hands came up from behind me, grabbed my upper arms firmly (but gently), and startled me. I let out a "Jeez!" and spun around to see that it had been Charles sneaking up on me. We laughed and I called him a "fucker.” While he chuckled, I noticed that immediately opposite of his missing tooth, there was a gold crown on the opposite side. I also noticed that he'd already taken a shower. "Let's go," he suggested. "Where ya parked?" I told him which lot I was in, and we headed off in that direction. Once we got in my van, he allowed as to how he was pretty nervous about this. Again, I assured him that he didn't need to perform ... that he could just relax and enjoy a good massage, the Chinese porn tape, and some expert head. After a minute or so of silence as I drove, he said, "Gimme your hand a second." So I reached my right hand out toward him and he placed it palm-down in his crotch. "Look what you're doing to me," he said. I gave him a squeeze, and sure enough, his prick was rock solid. I slipped a few fingers under the fabric of his pants leg, but they were just a little too long, a little too tight, so I couldn't reach his package. "Man, I have never done /anything/ with another dude since I was about 12, and that was just peek-a-boo shit." I laughed as we arrived at the hotel. We got out of the van and headed over to the room, this time on ground level. When we got in, Charles immediately jumped on the bed, legs splayed, and kicked back with his hands up behind his head. "Why dontcha go ahead and throw in that porn tape," he said, seemingly as excited as a fourteen-year-old who's about to see his first fuck video. So I obliged. I turned on the hotel TV set, and pressed "play" on the VCR. The screen was filled with a very attractive Chinese couple, who were already naked and involved in heavy foreplay. I dimmed the lights and handed Charles a beer from the cooler next to the bed. When he saw that it was a dark Beck's, he said "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you." He twisted off the cap, and quickly downed the delicious brew. "Want another one?" I asked. "Naw, not yet," he replied. "I guess I should take my clothes off?" Charles asked. I raised up my left eyebrow, and replied, "Ummmm, I think you'd better let /me/ get those clothes off you. Okay?" He chuckled in his very sexy way and said, "All righty." I got up next to him and began gently rubbing his chest and stomach through his pullover shirt. His breathing sounded shaky, but I noticed his nipples getting harder and harder. So I lifted the fabric of the shirt and started flicking my tongue along his sides, in and out and around his navel, and up toward his nipples. Damn, he smelled good. I don't think he used any soap when he took his shower back at the fairgrounds ... just plain water, so he still had a nice, manly (but clean) scent about him. I then moved up so that I could lick and suck those beautiful little titties. He told me he enjoyed this by placing his big, strong right hand on my shoulder, giving it a warm squeeze. While I flicked and toured his sensitive nipples, I began playing around his crotch area with one hand, playfully teasing at removing his belt and slowly undoing his zipper, then moving my hand down to his nuts and his bare thighs. On screen, the Chinese couple were getting hot and heavy, the girl giving the guy a fairly decent head job. (Not bad for a girl. I was kind of surprised!) "When was the last time /you/ had a good blowjob?" I asked. Charles replied, "Mmmmm, I guess it was a little more than a month-and-a-half ago." "Really?" I asked. "That's a shame. Good-lookin' man like you, going more than a month without getting sucked off. I'm gonna have to fix that." Charles took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he extended the word "Oooooh-kaaaaay!" I undid the button on his waistband, and he lifted up his hips to let me slide the denim shorts past his knees. His big workboots were in the way, so I untied them, and removed them, as well as his white (actually, fairly dirty) socks. Then, I slid the pants off the rest of the way, leaving this beautiful man wearing only his pullover shirt, and his Fruit of the Looms. His fat cock was straining at the material, and there was a wet area where he'd begun oozing a fair amount of pre-cum. I put my face down there and nuzzled his crotch, inhaling his sweet manly scent. My lips teased the head through the material, making him hiss as he inhaled. Finally, I could not wait anymore. I had him lift up his hips again, and I got those briefs off of him. His gorgeous cock jumped up at a 45-degree angle. I also pulled the shirt over his head. He had to help. How will I describe this unique dick? A little over six inches, I think, and on the thick side ... circumcised ... with a cleft or elongated dimple in the middle of a flattish head on the bottom side (the side facing me), so from that angle, the bright pink head appeared as two distinct halves. A long piss/cum slit on the bottom side of the head, at which glistened more pre-cum. I poked my tongue out and cleaned the pre-cum off of it, then started flicking my tongue from front to back, rapidly. His hips came up to meet me, he tilted that prick toward my mouth with his thumb, and I could resist no longer. I wrapped my lips around it, and sucked it in while my hands caressed and massaged his big balls. On the screen, the Chinese couple had started fucking, the girl with her back to the guy ... and the camera on a tight shot of her cunt with the cock gliding in and out like a piston. "She's got a really nice clit," Charles commented. He knew I agreed by the sound I made in my throat ... with his incredible meat lodged in there. I sucked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. As he started breathing more and more heavily, I noticed that a substantial (and delicious) helping of pre-cum had oozed into my mouth. And suddenly I decided that I didn't want this to be over so soon. So I slowed way down on my in-out motions, and released most of the suction on his delicious feast. Charles groaned as I let his hot rod out from between my lips. "You're not gettin' tired, are ya?" "Oh hell, no!" I responded, moving down to his hairy rocks, which I massaged with my hot tongue. "I could do this for hours, for you!" After a while, I slid off of the bed, down at the foot-end. I grasped his lower legs, and invited Charles to "slide on down here so your ass is right at the edge." He did so. I knelt on the floor and pushed up on his thighs, placing his tight little apple-ass at just the right angle. I flicked my tongue from his nuts, along his perineum, and between the cheeks of his hot butt. Using my thumbs, I spread the cheeks, and found the bull’s-eye with the tip of my tongue. Charles groaned, "Ooooh, I've never had that before!" So I knew I had to make it really good. I repeatedly darted my tongue in and out of his deliciously tart little asshole. And every once in a while I'd suck on or blow into that sphincter, making him spasm noticeably. Every time I'd take a breather and look at his face, he seemed to be getting redder. And he was smiling the entire time, as the glint from his gold crown revealed. I had been working on him for a good 45 minutes, when I decided that it was time to relieve all his pent-up sexual tension. So I gradually went from licking and sucking his puckerhole, to nuzzling and licking his huge fucking nuts, to guiding his legs back down on the bed, after which I began kissing and licking all up and down the cockshaft. Soon, Charles' frenzied hip motions indicated that he was ready for me to deep-throat his incredible prick again. So I put it in my mouth, and as he fucked my face, I met every motion with an equal and opposite one. My hands alternated between massaging his nuts, caressing his brown curly pubes, and reaching up to flick his nipples. A big, gentle hand on my head told me he was about ready to let loose. So I increased the suction on his tool, moving my tongue every which way I could while I sucked it. I upped the tempo, too, and suddenly I heard a quick, loud "Aw! Aw!" ... as Charles proceeded to erupt and dump the contents of his nuts into my ready mouth and throat. Man, that juice was thick and chewy! I savored every jet. The longer I held it in my mouth, the sweeter it seemed. Too soon, Charles' spasms lessened, and I tasted the last drops of his ooze. I let off on the suction and the motion, and gradually felt him soften in my mouth. I let him come down easily, occasionally peppering his body and his 'nads with light kisses. He got up to take a long beer leak. While he was in there, I lay on the bed, opened my pants and jerked off. For the first time in my life, it took only a few seconds to shoot my own seed. (I usually take forever, much to the chagrin of most of the people who've ever tried to suck me off!) Charles and I chatted for a while, and he drank another dark beer. He was highly complimentary of my cocksucking abilities. He told me it was a really nice, positive experience, and he said that he wished I lived closer to Boston, where he has a house ... and a wife ... and spends most of his time. Damn, I'm wishing that, myself!