Gay Erotic Stories

Mike and I have been great riding buddies for a long time. Since we were 6 years old, we rode dirt motorbikes together and have done everything else together, too. Well, last Friday Mike and I were invited to go riding with some other friends that we knew from our competition group. We aren’t pros or anything like that, we just like to ride. We ride 250cc to 500cc class bikes. We were going to camp out at the Monument and ride there over the weekend. So a week later, we got in our trucks and drove to Monument, to get ready to ride and camp out. There were about 10 of us, so we are talking a good size group. We got to the campsite about 2 hours later and unpacked and set up camp, and unloaded the bikes, and mixed up the fuel. I shared my tent with Mike. It is a 2-man tent with plenty of space; I hate to be crowded. We were just kicking back for a while because by the time camp was pitched and the bikes were set up it was pretty late. I was already in my riding pants and a jersey, but no padding yet; so was Mike. Mike was pretty wired from all that was going on, but I was exhausted doing all the prep and the driving and I had stayed up late the night before. So when I just about fell asleep, I felt a hand on my chest. I thought Mike was going to sleep and was getting comfy, but he kept rubbing my chest, and my nipples started to get hard under my jersey. My cock was getting hard under my riding pants and boxers underneath, too. It felt good. I tried to fake being asleep, but his caresses felt too good. His hand then drifted down to my riding pants and he found the crotch nice and big, and he began rubbing my cock through my pants. Finally I couldn’t fake being asleep anymore, so I opened my eyes, and Mike was really rubbing my cock and balls good and firm through my riding pants. I smiled and looked at him with a reassuring look as I reached over to him and started rubbing his cock which was covered by riding pants, too. Man, this felt so good! I had no idea that Mike liked guys. This was a great surprise to me because I always wanted to do Mike in a big way. Finally Mike unbuckled and opened the dirt flap covering my zipper and opened it and revealed my bulging cum-soaked boxers. I opened up his dirt pants the same way, and his cock was covered by the sexiest Calvin boxers that were black cotton tight ones, not baggy boxers like mine. Wow! Man I thought I was going to pop my load right there. Mike dug into my boxer fly and hauled out my cock and balls and sucked me off like a pro: better than any of my girlfriends could, that is for damn sure. “Oh man, oh god,” I cooed as he kept up this oral rapture on me. I wanted to get Mike’s balls churning, too, so I moved to get into a 69 and we sucked each other’s cock like our lives depended on it. It was the most intense blow- job I had ever had with Mike going on like a Turbo sucker machine. I was really engulfing and eating Mike’s balls, too. He looked as tasty as he actually was. Finally I tensed up and shot off a load with 8 spurts of hot man juice, and Mike swallowed it up like the nasty cool stud he is. Well, I wanted some milk, too, so I redoubled my efforts and was suddenly getting a mouth full of grade-A stud milk. I swallowed his sweet man sauce like it was the finest thing going. We heard some noise from the other guys outside our tent, so quickly Mike and I cleaned up and closed up each other’s riding pants. We gave each other one last squeeze on the crotch and we went outside to join some of the other guys for a beer or 2…or 3. After that we all went to sleep. Well, the next morning came, sunny and clear but not too hot. Mike and I and Tad would break off in one group and the other guys would break up into groups, too. No one rides alone: that is our rule. So we started our ride. The river wash was smooth and long for miles and we could get some great speed on it for sure. We went that way and went over to the east Box Canyon side and climbed the medium-sized rocky knolls and all, and we had been at it for about 2 hours when we wanted to take a break for a while. We kicked it for a while talking about our girls etc. and how they were such cunts sometimes. Tad was going to dump his, and he said he was tired of a bitch running over him. Mike and I looked at each other and we thought the same thing. I asked Tad if had he ever just thought about another girl and he said, “No way. I like some of the guys here more than any of the girls that rag on me all the time.” Hmm. “Really?” I said quizzically. “Yep,” Tad said. I looked down to the crotch of his riding pants and there was an unmistakable bulge of man tube steak wanting to come out. I just kept looking down there and talking more to Tad, and then Tad caught me looking down there, and said, “You like seeing what’s in here?” I said, “Well, only if you are offering…” Tad said he was sorry, but his girl hadn’t blown him in weeks. “Just like a cunt,” I said. “Why don’t you let us help you out with that?” Tad looked at us like we had 3 heads at first and then thought what the fuck? So Mike and I moved over to Tad, started caressing him on his chest and I started to rub his crotch through his riding pants. Tad got into it right away, not even resisting, because our rubbing and caressing were so soothing to him. Tad began rubbing Mike and my crotch, too, while we continued our thing. Finally I opened up Tad’s riding pants and pulled them down slowly to his knees and found his underwear bulging like a balloon: wow, what a piece of meat, with big heavy balls! I pulled down his underwear to join his riding pants and started to suck Tad off like it was going out of style. Tad moved his head back. Mike had already pushed up his jersey and was working over his chest and nipples and kissing and licking Tad. Well, Mike must have sensed that we needed to get our cocks into action, so he opened up his riding pants and pulled them down and his underwear, too. Then he got mine down in mere seconds as well. Mike was sucking my cock while on his knees and jacking off his own sausage. We did this for a while and then I told Tad that I wanted to fuck him. Tad just moaned ok, and I turned him around and stuck my man stave into his hard tight asshole and slowly shoved in my cock. Mike came around me and stuck his cock up my asshole, too; wow, what a hot fuck train that was! I reached around and tweaked Tad’s nipples and rubbed his strong chest for a while as I boned his ass like no tomorrow. Tad was really in overdrive now and I reached around and pumped his tube steak beef cock. In just about 15 minutes Tad shot a long stream of white sauce on the ground with many spurts. Oh man that was too much and I shot my huge load into Tad’s asshole: just awesome huge amounts and Mike filled my tight fuck chute with his sweet cream. God that was too much! It was time though we got back for lunch, even though our little sex picnic was all I needed. After we got back and ate, we all just kicked it for a while and I said I needed some rest so I went to my tent and just chilled for a while. Unexpectedly, Tad came in and asked if he could blow me, and I smiled and said sure. He lay next to me and opened my riding pants and fished out my cock out of my boxers and sucked like a pro. Man, oh man I had just cum not that long ago, but this guy was good. I couldn’t hold back any longer and that was it, spurt and more spurts, and he just swallowed it like his beer. Between Mike and Tad and I our riding trip was a big success and I see them every chance I can get because I love to ride their cocks and their bikes. M.B.