Gay Erotic Stories

I was traveling the other weekend to NYC to see a friend of mine whom I hadn’t seen in ages. This time I decided to take the train instead of driving and dealing with the city traffic. So from New Haven, CT, I got the train and stepped into a car to find that I was the only one in there. As the time of departure grew closer, the train started to fill, but the adjoining seat next to mine was still empty. Finally with just a minute to go, this gorgeous hunk walks in. He is not the traditionally handsome man you might picture, but rather a calm and nonchalant guy. But he was a jock for sure, dressed in sweats and a gym bag to boot. He came over to me and asked me if the seat was taken. I could not believe my luck! I almost stared at him for a few seconds and then blurted out that it was free. He then stretched up to place his bag on the luggage rack and that’s when I creamed my pants: I could notice his hairy stomach (those few tufts of hair sticking over the top of his pants) from under his sweatshirt; and with him stretching I could also notice the shape of his dick in his sweat pants. I did all I could to stop from moaning when I felt myself cream my pants. He then took his seat next to me and I gave a silly grin, like a guy who is completely infatuated with someone and does not know what to say. He grinned back (in a strange way) and went off to sleep for the whole journey. I also pretended to sleep, bringing myself ever closer to him as the train moved along. I could hear him breathe and boy, did he smell good! At that moment I just wanted to hold him, no sex, just to cuddle him; he looked like a god next to me. After reaching Grand Central Station, I got up to leave and he rose to get his bag. When that happened, he tripped slightly and fell on me. I really thought that I had died and gone to heaven at that moment! I could feel his entire body against me, including his crotch. His hair was on my face and I swear that his hands did rub my body as he tried to lift himself off me. After he arose, I came again, this time stronger than the last time and it caused me to collapse back down in my seat. When I got up and looked around, he was gone. I felt a shearing pain for someone who was a total stranger. I then toured NYC for some time and then decided to shop at the Banana Republic on 5th Avenue next to Rockefeller Center. I wanted to get a few summer clothes and went in there and found myself browsing for quite some time, uncertain of what to get. Then I hear a voice behind me, ‘Sir, can I help you with something?’ When I turned around to answer, I nearly died: It was my hunk of the train! He was actually working here. He noticed me too and grinned. I mentioned to him that I was having difficulty choosing something to buy and he suggested a few items to try out. The changing rooms were full and he suggested using his office, so I agreed. The moment we got in there, he grabbed me and kissed me on the mouth, strong but still gently! He mentioned that he noticed me go white-faced in the train and knew that I had messed myself up. He also noticed me moving closer to him as we slept on the train. Slowly he looked up and asked if he could suck my dick, to which I gladly agreed. Before long he was working my dick and soon I came for the third time in 3 hours. I was exhausted. As I got down to do him, he suggested that we go over to his place on 81st street to which I agreed. When we got there, we had a few drinks before we got down to the real show. Although this guy was a jock, he was gentle and caring. While we sat on the couch, he began to rub my inner thigh and was soon pulling down my boxers. He then kissed me all over starting with my mouth, ears, nipples, butt, toes (all this really got me hot) and then inched towards my prick. He then started to suck me ever so slowly and then increasing the pace until I nearly came. Just at the last moment he stopped and pinched me real hard, thereby stopping my growing excitement. Slowly, he undressed, tantalizing me, teasing… When he was completely naked all I could do was sit and stare. What a work of art. His body was the exact replica of Michelangelo’s statue of David. He was a GOD!! His dick was not massive, but just right at 6.5” long and was one of the most beautiful ones that I have seen. Soon I was deep throating him and playing with every inch of that body. He then turned over and asked me to fuck him. After lubing up and slipping on a condom, I entered him. He was pretty tight but took my 6” dick in easy. We were soon riding in an easy gallop, body to body, the kind I love where you feel each part of your body correspond with another’s. It was heaven! Soon though the pace quickened and as I found out he was a playful bottom. He soon was controlling the action with his movements and thrusting and I was enjoying the ride. After some time, I could feel myself cumming, so I warned him about it. I then started to jack him off too and soon we both came, me in his butt and him in my hands. Totally exhausted by now, we rested. I called my friend to tell him something had come up (hehe). I then asked this stud where he had been coming from when he got on the train. He explained he had been visiting his parents, who live outside of New Haven. The morning after was a beautiful day in NYC, only made grander by waking up to this beauty by my side. His face was so angelic while he slept that I just kissed his eyelids and got up to make coffee. All of a sudden I feel this hand around me and feel a kiss on the base of my neck. Ah, it was grand to be alive!!! Hudson and I have become a couple now and most of my time on the weekends is spent in NYC making love to this man I so truly love.