Gay Erotic Stories

I met Carl when I was 22, working as an engineer for a real estate company that develops commercial buildings. It was my first job and I had been with them a year. I was assigned at the project office and would work late nights most of the time, even through the night because of the requirements of my trade, construction. He joined my company during my last year there. He was 31 then and although he was good-looking, I did not really notice him much because at that time, I was not aware of what he would later introduce me to. He was 5'10", with well defined medium built body and very masculine. He has somewhat square jaws but only to a point that heighten his masculine appeal. Most of the girls in the office right away fell for him. Although our jobs would sometimes require us to work together, nothing much happened during that year for us to become friends. That was before I announced that I was going to leave the company. About a year after he joined our company, I had to move on to another company. During my last month with them and after I have announced my decision, Carl suddenly became very fond of me. He would join me at work every time he had the chance and would also start working late which was my routine. During this time we had the chance to get to know each other and have dinner together when we had to stay late in the office. I also started to notice that he was a good man and very good-looking as well. I myself have been called that although I was smaller built than him. I was 5'7, fairer skinned, lean but with defined muscles (like a jogger's) and without boasting, also a head turner. Except for my lack of height, people say I am model-potential. Carl and I became quite close and would be able to tell each other almost anything, including how he was falling for a lady architect in the office, and about his estranged wife and daughter. He would also often tell me stories about his sexual experiences, something I did not have a lot to brag about that time. We became constant companions and were very comfortable with each other in a friendly way. Although some instances he would tell me stories about how he horsed around with his mates during his younger years, I always believed he was straight and did not think any of it if he sometimes asked me to stay in a motel or lodging house with him if we had to leave the office from work in the early hours of the morning. I would turn him down though, as my apartment was just near the site office. As my day to leave came closer, I noticed he would try to be with me during my late hour work and just talk to me, even if he did not have to work late. His stories also became more and more sexual and now included his fantasies. I was getting turned on by his stories but tried not to let him notice it. I was enjoying his stories and looked forward to working late more and more and started regretting having to leave the company and Carl. He would tell me how he and a group of five or six other friends would get together regularly during his university years and share experiences, compare cocks, and end up in circle jerks. He always bragged about being the second largest and having the biggest load of them, he would say enough to fill two military spoons. He would also often mention how he liked being sucked but that his ex-wife was not into it. I was not sure that time but I had a feeling he was seducing me, which for some reason rather than upset me in fact excited me. And then it happened. It was the Friday before my last week with them, and as usual Carl offered to have dinner and work late with me. He was also asking for me to show him how our office documentation system, which was computer based, worked. After we had gone back to the office, it started to rain which was just fine as I knew it was going to be a long day... As became our usual routine, after I have finished with the day's work (usually around 8 to 9 p.m.) I would sit in front of the computer and show him how the office worked. He would sit behind me and try to get interested. That evening, I noticed that he was not paying attention. He was seated right behind me with his face quite close to my neck and I caught him a couple of times just staring at me rather than the computer. I could feel his breath at the back of my neck and I got hard very quickly. I had to look down a few times to see if my hard-on was noticeable through my jeans (he said later he noticed it) and noted that it was starting to get soaked with precum (he said he did not notice that). I had to break the session and told him I had to leave before he noticed it (I was also hoping to get home right away and jerk off) but realized that the rain had become a storm that I couldn't leave. We ended up with him telling me stories again. I was getting so horny I didn't know what to do. I was seated at my chair and he on my desk, telling me how he had a neighbor-friend who was also married and they would sometimes watch adult videos together when the guy's wife was not around. They would end up masturbating first themselves and then each other later, he said. I couldn't concentrate nor look him in the eyes. I noticed he also had a hard-on straining against his jeans, his crotch directly in front of me as he was seated at my desk. Then he started to rub himself through his jeans and said he was so horny he was wondering if I would mind if he jerked off. I tried to throw him off by saying "Sure, go ahead. You can do that in the bathroom" and pointed to the toilet which was at the back of the office. He said he couldn't do it alone that I had to join him so that we were both into it so that I couldn't tell anybody about it. I tried to stand up to leave and I could see the disappointment in his face. My feet must have been guided by my cock that time because rather than go out the door, I went to the bathroom. And Carl was right behind me! As soon as we were in the bathroom he took his shirt off and dropped his pants, encouraging me to do the same. All I could do was watch as this was something new to me. I have never seen another guy's cock before and here was this guy with his great looking body standing in front of me with his hard-on straining against his white Hanes. I could see the pulsing head peaking through the elastic and I just stood there and stared. He then started to slowly rub himself, first through his briefs, then inside it, all the time urging me to do the same. I just stood there watching and still unsure of what to do and it was obvious he was enjoying it. He was touching himself everywhere and I could see that he was really hot. We both were getting turned on and harder by the minute and then in one swift movement he removed his briefs altogether. He stood there naked, rubbing himself and I was awed. His body was more than I imagined, muscles where they should be and his tool was all ready and twitching as he proceeded to rub it. This was the first time I ever saw another guy's cock and it was there within reach and ready for me . My knees felt week, more so when he touched me and started to remove my shirt. With my shirt off, he stepped back and stared. I didn't know then but he later told me that that time he saw my naked chest almost made him cum, he said he always wondered about my body and was not disappointed. He then proceeded to feel my chest and I thought I heard a low moan from him as he did this. I sure saw him close his eyes as his hands gently rubbed my pecs and I had to also close my eyes and gasp, especially when he reached my nipples and rubbed and pinched gently. He continued to caress me, playing with my nipples which were now erect and getting sore because of the attention it was getting but all the time feeling better and better. I didn't know what I was feeling, it felt very good and I was ready for anything. But maybe not, because as he reached for my pants and fumbled with my fly, I instinctively stepped back. He then pulled me gently and assured me that everything is all right, and that it feels very good to him that he's sure it will be to me too. With what I was feeling, I couldn't agree more so I let him. He proceeded to undress me and with only my briefs on he again stared at me with my hard-on pushing against my white hipster and the head peeking and twitching, but only briefly as he quickly removed my briefs and guided my hand to my own cock and watched me rub it. At this time I was standing above the sink (so I won't mess the floor when I came) and we were facing each other as we jerked off at the same time. I think he realized this was new to me or maybe that was what he had in mind all along, and offered to "help" me. He did not wait for an answer and reached over and touched me. I almost jumped like I was electrified as like I said that was the first time I was touched there by another man. I saw that he himself closed his eyes and moaned softly as he did this. He masturbated both of us, one hand on himself and the other around my now drenched cock. I could see that although I never imagined anybody can make me feel the way he did, he was definitely really turned on by what was happening as he was moaning low and his eyes would now and then roll and shut very tight. He stopped masturbating himself and proceeded to concentrate on me. When I tried to reciprocate by touching and rubbing him, he almost jumped and said if I did that he was going to shoot. It was obvious he wanted it to last and so I let him play with me. He then asked if I wanted to lie down and although I did not answer, he guided me back to the office and cleared a drawing table and asked me to lied down, all the time not letting go of my now almost numb cock. He then proceeded to kiss my neck and chest and was licking my torso all over all the time asking "Where else do you think it would feel good?" I would realize later that he was waiting for me to ask him to go down my cock but I was not saying anything except softly moan and grunt my agreement to what he was doing. This continued until... To be continued. This is true. If you like this or want to share stories, email ed12a@hotmail.com