Gay Erotic Stories

The bitter taste in my mouth signaled his ejaculation had commenced... After being a good boy for nearly two months, I found myself in Providence with a little time to kill. I decided to stop at a booth store, which I hadn't done in some time. The store is fairly new, and I remember when the same building was an oil change store. How appropriate! I walked down the stairs into the booth area and the scene was familiar. A half dozen guys milling about. After looping around once I caught the eye of straight looking young man around 25. He had a nice face and a large build: he was about 6-5 and Irish looking; he looked like he had just left watching a football game with "the guys." I ducked into a booth, left the door ajar and he followed. He locked the door behind him and I sat in the chair in the tiny booth, his crotch coming up to my face. I started unbuckling his pants, through which his erection was already noticeable. I wanted to set the vibe that he was the one to get the servicing, and indeed, this seemed to be what he was looking for. He released his dick from his underwear and dropped his underwear to his ankles. I put my mouth around his penis and began working my tongue around his glans and sucking and blowing in an up and down motion. "Mmm that feels good," he whispered as his 7" cock grew; it was the perfect size so that my mouth and throat could give his cock complete attention. He started unbuttoning my shirt and lifting my t-shirt. I rose and we hugged. I unbuttoned my pants and dropped my underwear to the floor as we embraced, our cocks pressing against each other; we kissed each other’s neck lightly. He then gently put his hand on the top of my head, and pushed down. Instinctively I knew this was the beginning of the final act and sat down opening my mouth. I let him shove his penis in my mouth. His hips bucked and I began to swirl my tongue and suck and blow alternately as intensely as I could worship his very swollen cock. He lightly groaned with approval. There was no going back; I kept increasing the intensity of stimulation to his penis. I wanted his lifeforce: I wanted to taste him; I wanted to feel his body when he came. "I'm close," he moaned giving me the option of slowing or stopping. I only knew to increase the intensity of stimulation I applied with my warm wet mouth and tongue. He was losing control. His breathing became sexually labored just before he whispered, "I'm gonna cum." This was his last verbal cue to me that I would have the chance to withdraw my mouth before he would shoot. I nodded with his cock in my mouth, that I knew the consequences; that he was about to shoot his sperm into my mouth. The bitter taste in my mouth signaled his ejaculation had commenced...I like to feel a man's penis twitch as he comes: It signals a single ejaculation of sperm. I felt the slight twitch and tasted the bitterness of his cum in the first shot. The next sensation was a throb that I had never felt before. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a large ejaculation of warm thick sperm. In a split second it was clear that he hadn't cum in a long time. It was also clear my mouth was full and in a split second I had to decide what to do with his warm creamy liquid before his next spurt. I gulped his bitter semen and felt it hit my belly. His penis throbbed a third time and I felt another large wash of warm sperm...this time it shot past my mouth and hit the back of my throat; it was the strongest and largest wave. I just swallowed it like the good cocksucker that I am. Several smaller waves followed before I squeezed the last drop of cum from his penis and licked it off. Sheepishly he thanked me (typical "straight" boy) and went off in the night. I was happy that after all this time, businesses change but the oil changing at this address, remains the same.