Gay Erotic Stories

It was one of those hot, humid, New York City August days, when everything seems to be damp and sweaty. I was jogging around a small park in one of New York's suburban areas, it was quiet and filled with neighborhood people. I was taking it easy, because of the weather and stopped more often than usual for water, and used my towel to keep the sweat out of my eyes. I decided to take a path that went under some trees, rather than one that circled the park. I hoped it would be a little cooler, at least it would be out of the sun. Only a few people were on the paths as I passed by. I was coming up to a hill that was exposed to the sun for a distance, so I stopped to take a drink. I heard a voice, "Race you to the top?" and took the water bottle from my lips. I looked and saw another jogger about ten years older than I, standing and jogging in place. He had a big smile and looked pretty fresh, so I figured he had just started and had the advantage. "Long as there is no money involved, because I think you are setting me up!" I replied. Smiling he said, "Me, I would never do that. Besides, I would never race for money." He looked vaguely familiar, and I was sure I must have seen him in the past, not that it mattered. He was a few inches shorter than my six feet, trim with a tight round butt showing under his green gym shorts. Not that I was interested in anything other than exercise. "OK I'll race you and get twice as hot as I am now." I said it, smiling and did a few quick stretches, because I was afraid I had tightened up while I was resting. He looked around and yelled "GO!" He raced up the path and out from under the trees into the sun and up the path. I started quickly after him, I was younger than him, and it wasn't that much of a hill but.... It was an equal race I thought, as I watched his butt moving in front of me. I almost swore it was moving side to side with an exaggerated motion, as I caught up with him and moved past him towards the top and the "finish line." The hill had a large stand of pine trees with gave it a lovely shade after this stupid physical burst in the August sun. He was still moving fast and I felt the sweat pouring down and wished I had worn a hat or sweatband. I was in front of him and no longer able to watch his rear. The trees were right in front of me now and I quickly moved under them and threw my hands up and yelled, proclaiming my victory, as I moved into the shade. He came falling in after me with an exaggerated "I just won the Marathon" look on his face. "Good race for an old man, wasn't it?" I smiled and took some deep, deep breaths "I saw you sweating to death and figured you were an easy mark, that'll teach me!" he said as he did a stretch next to me. "Damn, excuse me. I have to take a leak that's what too much Spring water did to me." He moved off into the shade of the trees, I felt the same pressure and moved a few trees over from him. I saw a long stream of urine arching onto the pine needles and noticed he had a very smooth penis that seemed semi-erect. He caught me looking and smiled. "Naughty, naughty." I grinned, slightly embarrassed and reached under my shorts and took mine out and let loose my own stream. I was still breathing deeply, eyes closed, when I heard him now close to me as I was finishing pissing. "Nice tool you have kid;...goes well with your tight butt!" I had never become involved with any guys in my neighborhood, because I was still living at home, and it seemed the thing to do. Of course I had seen a few interesting guys walking or playing in the park, but that was just to glance at and think about in the dark. My current love life was rather dull and confined to a small group of guys my age at college. And I had never been approached in the park, but something just felt right at this moment. "You too, I was behind you for awhile watching your butt instead of passing you. I should introduce myself, I'm Tom." He put out his hand "Hi Tom, I'm Stephen, how do you do." He was still smiling "You know you haven't put your little guy away yet." Then I realized I had finished but hadn't put my penis back. "Gee whiz, you won't think much of me after that." He glanced down "Tom, I know what I'd love to taste that at the moment, that's what." Again smiling, "But you won't, so I can't use that as an excuse." I laughed and felt my stomach knot up and the tension thick as the August humidity. "Gee Stephen (my voice trailed off not knowing how to finish) Bending over so I could see the tight butt again, "Don't say a Word; I am being too forward, but I guess its the heat of the day and you." He turned to me sipping from his water bottle and looking straight into my eyes. Then he walked off to the side, "Tom, I didn't suggest this hill for just any reason." and pointed over to a small drop where the pine needles and settled in a flat depression over looking the rest of the woods. He stood on the edge and put his hands on his hips and smiled. I could see the bulge in his shorts getting larger and I felt my own, and was certain it was more obvious than his. "Just do what you feel is right, I would never suggest anything you didn't want to do." I stepped over and we both slid down to the ledge. The sun was filtering through the trees and all I could hear was the birds and cars in the distance--no people at all. I sat there looking into his face, wondering what I was doing. I watched the dark sweat circles under his arms, his damp close cut hair, and full lips. He had begun to stroke his bulge. "You know Tom, I tried to catch up with you for two weeks and never timed it right. I know I'm older, but I thought you might have noticed me at least once, I should be insulted." I laughed at that, "I like mature guys I think, I guess maybe I am going to find out." Stephen took his hand and moved to touch my face me and looked into my eyes, "I guess you are." His fingers manipulated my cock through the thin fabric of my running shorts and briefs working under the tip. We were close enough that I reached behind his neck and drew his full lips to mine, we kissed long and deep exploring our mouths as his hand worked the erections. We broke for air and I looked at his face, "I do love to kiss and hug I hope you can put up with that." He just smiled and leaned against me stroking me faster. I moved to follow his rhythm, feeling his foreskin retract and the mushroom tip full under my thumb and forefinger. He kissed my cheek "Just a sec." he said, and moved back to slide his gym shorts over his hips and exposing a tight butt and the cock I had seen in the woods. "There that's better." I shrugged and stood pushing my shorts down and realizing I had forgotten my briefs, I quickly pulled them off and I popped free. He moved forward to touch my cock and started kissing my penis and running his hands up and down from tip to balls. His eyes twinkled mischievously, as his hand cupped my sack and his lips slowly closed over my tip and slid the length of my organ deep throating me. I must have been moaning as I stood there, and I realized that we had a nice spot, but not for standing. We were both pretty far gone, and as I moved closer, Stephen looked at me and said. "Take me" He leaned back, raising his legs and letting me see his spread cheeks. I already had a slippery organ and the sight of him readying himself for me was overwhelming. His eyes watched me, as I moved between his legs. my hand stroking his body and his cock throbbing against his tight belly. I lowered my mouth to taste his belly and licked between his legs and tasting his saltiness. I positioned myself over his bottom and slowly pressed my cock against his rim. He was moaning now, as he felt the pressure of my tip slowly parting him and filling him. I felt his body under mine and moved closer and felt him close around my cock. He was mumbling in passion as I began to move inside of him, and felt him move to feel me inside deeper in him. At the same time, I moved to get as deep as I could within him. I kept kissing him, feeling his body and trying to touch him and pull him against me. He had all of me in him and my belly was pressing between his cheeks. We moved in unison and I felt that the moment was coming. My balls were tightening and I could feel the little movement deep in me. "Stephen I am ready, should I come out?" He looked at me and shook his head, "No, No, Tom, I want you to cum inside me, Tom I want all of you inside of me." He arched back feeling me grow a little more and I looked at this stranger, who suddenly had become my lover. I went back to my lovemaking with more passion. Sweat was pouring off me from this exercise now, as I kept trying to delay our cumming, but it was too much. Stephen rose up against me, grinding his cheeks even deeper onto my shaft. I groaned and pressed down one more time and felt my whole being explode inside of him. I clutched him to me he thrashed on the ground in ecstasy. I leaned back and saw his cock red and full was still holding its precious cargo. I saw his eyes look to my face and then down to his erection. "Stephen what can I do to make that feel better?" He smiled and ran his fingers over his nipples. "I'm too tired to take you like that, but....." His voice trailed off but his fingers stroke my mouth. I slowly came out of his grip and lowered myself between his thighs the man and running smell combined in my nostrils, as I took his red tip between my lips. I could taste his precum that was on my belly from our lovemaking. My tongue played with his pee hole as my hand cupped his heavy sack holding his balls close to my face. I moved slowly and softly up and down his engorged shaft, feeling it pulse in my mouth. I spread his precum around the tip with my tongue. Then my tongue to work under the tip on his soft spot. My one hand played with his nipples as I began to suck on his tool. He moved under me and I could see and feel his passion building. I had never made love like this before. His hands moved to my face and suddenly, we both felt "it" and he held me still, as I felt the first spurt of cum in my throat. I lifted his hips pulling him deeper into me as the juice filled my mouth and I struggled to swallow his load. I had swallowed from my "buds" before but it had never been like this--either the size of the load, or the feeling I had. I finally took my mouth away and watched his drained body, lying there his eyes half closed looking at me with a delicate wonderful smile on his lips. I rested on one elbow licking my lips clean and smiled down at his naked body, "So do you come here often?" He laughed, "I will now!"