Gay Erotic Stories

There was something about the story "Lunch Break, Part 1" on www.menonthenet.com that made me do something I had never done before: I wrote the author. HotRod and I hit it off right away. Imagine my surprise to find out we worked in the same town. After a week or so, he agreed to meet me for drinks. I suggested a place I knew near his office and told him I'd pick him up after work. When I saw him waiting for me, I knew that I did NOT want to go somewhere public and would have to switch to "Plan B." He got in the car and I told him that someone at my work had given me a bunch of gift certificates to a new place that had just opened and I'd rather go there. The only problem was that it was a bit further away. HotRod agreed and off we drove. "I was wondering," I asked, "could you read me your story while we drive?" HotRod agreed and I handed him the well-worn copy that I kept in my car. I almost had it memorized already, but hearing his sexy voice made it twice as hot. When he got to the part in the story where he got to the house the painter was working at, I asked him to take off his shirt. I knew he was up for what I had planned when he grinned and peeled off his top. I reached over and began to rub his chest as he continued reading. My cock was already hard in my slacks, but I wouldn't let him touch me yet. I keep exploring his chest, shoulder, arms and abs until the painter in the story took his clothes off. Then I told HotRod to take his own pants off but leave his underwear on. I was rewarded by the sight of a great pair of legs and a nice package perfectly framed in too-tight boxer-briefs. I put my hand on his thigh and gently pulled on it to spread his legs a little more. Then I slid my hand up and between his legs until I was cupping his balls. There is something unbelievably sexy about feeling a guy’s cock and balls while they are still covered. I lifted his balls slightly: they were heavy with cum; cum that I knew I wanted in me and on me. I moved my hand up and traced the outline of his now hard cock. I could feel a wet spot just starting at the tip. My hand reached back under and felt for that sensitive spot at the root, right under his nuts, as he finished reading and I pulled the car into my garage, but I asked him to not get out just yet. I told him I had something I wanted to do first and I wanted him to be quiet while I did it. I said that he could help me, but all he was allowed to do was suck on my balls. I leaned my seat back, closed my eyes, loosened my tie, and unbuttoned my dress shirt. Then I slid my pants down. He could see that my cock was rock hard, 7", cut and thick. It had already made a good sized wet spot in my black, mid-rise, tight briefs. I reached in and wrapped my hands around the shaft. I guided it out and started stroking. After a couple of minutes, I lifted my ass up and slid my underwear down, exposing my shaved balls. My free hand came up to my chest to play with my nipples. They responded to my pinching as I let out a low moan. I was totally lost in a fantasy world of HotRod's story. While I was stroking my meat, HotRod leaned over, open his mouth, and started to gently lick my balls. I reacted instantly to his hot tongue. My hips rose and my legs spread to give him as much access as I could with my pants still around my ankles and I really started to pound my shaft. "Fuck, yes, fuck, oh god, that's hot!" I gasped over and over as he sucked on my nuts. I was thrashing around so much I could barely stay in my seat. He felt my balls moving up and he knew I was close. Suddenly, I screamed "OH SHIT, I'M CUMMING!!" and I arched my back as far as I could. My cock EXPLODED, shooting thick ropes of cum up and onto my face and chest. One, two, three, four, five times it pumped before I dropped back into the seat. I lay there panting, covered in sweat and my own cum. HotRod gently lifted my cock and slowly licked up my shaft. As he did, he felt two more convulsions as more pearly juice oozed out and drooled down over his fingers and into my pubes. I lay there panting for a moment. Then I opened my eyes. "I told you not to touch me," I said. "Take off your underwear and let me see your cock." He did and I told him to straddle me. I put my hands on HotRod's ass and pulled him towards my face. My mouth opened to take in his balls. I sucked them and rolled them around in my mouth. They were so hot and soft, I needed to suck the cum out of them. I licked up and down his shaft like a lollipop. Finally, I took just the head of his tool in. I explored the crown and the slit with my tongue. I used my hands on his ass to slowly push him forward, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth -- slowly, slowly -- all the way until it was buried to the root and I ground his pubes against my face. His balls, slick with my spit, rested on my chin as I washed his shaft with my tongue. Then I guided him in and out, fucking my face with his hot cock, faster and faster; harder and harder. He could hear me moaning, begging for him. My right hand came off his ass for a moment to scoop up some of the cum I'd covered myself with earlier. The hand returned and began to slide between his cheeks. I found his ass and slipped one slick finger in. Then another. I was stretching, fucking his ass. HotRod braced himself with one hand on the other seat and grabbed the top of my head with his free hand. He went wild, fucking my face, slamming his cock into my mouth, driving his meat down my throat. And he could tell I was begging for more, harder, hotter. Here was this unbelievably hot stud nearly rapping my face in my own car and I couldn't stand it anymore: I needed to taste his seed. My fingers found his prostate and pressed. HotRod's iron tool seemed to double in size and then erupted hot, sticky, salty cum. I could barely keep up with it. As I swallowed each sexy load, he filled me up again with more and more as though it was never going to end. But finally, the torrent slowed and then stopped. I could feel his dick softening slightly as I sucked out the last precious drops and slid my fingers out of his tight ass. He looked down at me. I was still panting with lust and covered in sweat and cum. Some of his juice had escaped my mouth and was smeared on my face. The car was like a sauna filled with the smell of sweat and sex. He looked between us and saw that my cock was impossibly hard again, almost throbbing. I put my hands on his thighs and pressed him down into my lap. My cock was poised and ready to slide into his hungry ass. I felt my cockhead press against the ring. I held it there for a few seconds and devoured him with my eyes. He was so sexy poised there; flushed, panting, and ready to be fucked. As he slid down and impaled himself on my cock, his own tool began to respond, coming back to life as though my own cock was filling it up, making it hard again. I let out a low moan of pleasure as his ass came to rest against my groin. He put his hands on my chest and began to play with my nips as we slowly started to fuck. Each time he pinched and twisted my nipples, it sent an electric shock through my body. I found it harder and harder to keep control. I sped up -- hard, fast strokes into his ass, pounding my cock into his tight man-cunt. One of my hands moved to his stiff dick and started to pound his meat. I wanted to milk more cum out of him just as I filled his ass with mine. It was pure animal lust now. I could feel his sweat moving down his back, between his ass cheeks and on to my cock and balls. The feel of his rock-hard tool in my hands made me want to fill him even more than ever. "Cum on me, cover me as I fuck you, please, please, you have such a hot ass, oh GOD, THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD, CUM, CUM, CUM!" I was almost incoherent in my lust and need to cum. He shoved his ass back down on me, grinding into me as I forced my cock into him. He clenched his ass and drove me over the edge. I felt my balls pull up and my cock swell. "OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" I screamed. And just as I let loose, he threw his head back and his fat hose began to blast hot cream all over my body. It was like liquid fire on me. I could barely see him through the haze of my own release, but the sight of his sexy body lost in its own lust, the feel of his cock pulsing in my hand, and the thick smack of his seed hitting me was so hot and sexy that I couldn't stop cumming. Finally, when I had filled him up to the point where my cum was pouring back out of him and coating my own balls, we collapsed on each other. We gasped for breath as our exhausted bodies merged; two tangles of muscles, cum, sweat, and sex. Thanks to HotRod for agreeing to be part of my story. If you like what you've read, tell me at byteguy00@hotmail.com