Gay Erotic Stories

"We need the finish top rate, ok!” Ted told the workers. Steve and Ben had been working on the apartment for three weeks and finally, except for some minor appliance fitting and carpets, it was almost ready for the first lot of buyers to get a look at what they were paying for, and at an average of $300,000 for a high rise unit in todays market it had to look the best. After giving them a list of things to do Ted left and the guys grabbed their tools and started. Ben went into the kitchen and went about installing the cooktop and wiring it and the oven together. He wasn’t all that familiar with the process, only having done it once before but pressed on. He squeezed under the oven in the space that would soon be a cupboard and fumbled for the wires in the dim light. Minutes passed with him struggling to control the tools needed, hold the wires in place and aim the torch so he could see if he had the right things going were they should. Annoyed at the trouble he was having, the constant reaching out from the small space to get the next tool was aggravating his back, and to top it all off it was wedging his work shorts up the crack of his bum. The ping of metal against concrete caught Steve’s attention. He turned from the bookcase he was installing into the wall and saw one of Ben’s spanners go skimming across the raw concrete floor. “Need a hand Ben?” he said as he headed into the kitchen. Still trapped in the space under the oven he mumbled back what Steve took as a yes. Steve, who was in his early thirties, had worked on many job sites and knew just about everything. He’d even taught Ben a few tricks to make his job a little easier. kneeling down on the cold floor next to Ben he took a break, handing the specific tool to Ben when he needed it. He yawned, wishing he had gone home from the club last night a few hours earlier. Ben repositioned himself to get at the last few wires. Reaching up, his self induced wedgy rasped against his hole. Not wearing undies today was a bad idea, but living alone, keeping up with the washing was the last thing on his mind. Steve continued with the instructions, talking to Ben who now had his head as far behind the oven as the space would allow. Steve used this opportunity to have a good look at him again. Ted had put the two together because Ben was fresh from trade school and no one could show him how to put it all into practice as well as Steve. Ever since, Steve had been using any chance he got to look over his apprentice. Football and surfing had toned and tanned Ben into a young Adonis. Steve prayed each night that the next day would be boiling hot, the pictures in his mind of the two of them working in only their shorts, muscles rippling and drenched in sweat usually sent him into a lustful slumber. Imagination rearranged the images into an array of different positions and themes. Safe in the knowledge that Ben would be focused on the oven for at least another ten minutes Steve let his eyes cruise the young hard body before him. With Ben’s arms reaching up, Steve stared at his bicep muscles. Years of paddling in the surf at the local break had molded them twice the size they normally would be. The power and energy from being bear hugged by those bronze tree trunks made Steve shudder. Running his eyes down Ben’s chest, he lingered on his firm nipples straining at the shirt confining them. Steve’s tongue protruded and circled his mouth as if mocking the tits. Suddenly, to his surprise, the right one looked to be pierced. He could recall looking at the bare chest before, but had not noticed it was pierced. Steve thought back to a week ago. Cruising the halls in his favourite club he had his first encounter with body piercing. That thought, and cruising Ben now, made his cock started to rise. Due to the cramped confines Ben’s glorious six pack was gone, concealed by the banana position his body was in. Normally it looked like steps, huge ridges of bulging muscles disappearing sharply, conforming to the aggressive v shaped physique. Ben was wearing tight blue shorts that drove Steve wild, but then anything tight he wore had that effect. Ben’s favourite green pair had been lost in the showers after work last week and unknown to him now graced Steve's bedroom wall. The material of the blue shorts was creased and crumpled, bending with Ben’s body, the wedgy had forced his basket to the left side. It looked very cramped, so much so that Steve’s cut or un-cut question was answered in favour of the cut. “Just have a look at the cut off switch? Make sure it’s off.” Steve said. He watched as Ben jiggled his body around to reach it, in doing so releasing the strain from the wedgy. Steve's eyes almost popped as his prayers were answered. The way Ben was lying and the way he moved allowed Steve to see the head of Ben's cock poke out from his pants leg, the shiny round head rolled from under the fold of material, its eye staring up at Steve. Ben felt the air on his cock but before he could do anything about it Steve reached forward and touched the proud flesh. It was unknown to Ben but common knowledge around the site that Steve was gay. Many of the other workers joked about this. Steve took it in his stride though as he knew that many of those who told the jokes to the others had been on the receiving end of his mouth and arse. Hell he’d even fucked one or two after the Friday afternoon piss ups. He realized that not everyone was as comfortable about their sexuality as he was. Steve's motto was, ‘if you take it out, then its there for the taking’. With nimble fingers he grabbed the tip and slowly pulled on the cock releasing the entire shaft from Ben’s shorts. “What are doing Steve?“ Ben asked. “Lay back and enjoy “ was the reply. Leaning down, he fed the head past his damp lips encouraging the cock to respond to the action. Steve noticed that it was growing, a mild groan crossing Ben’s parted lips. It had been a couple of weeks since Ben had lost a load, so he accepted what was happening and allowed Steve to blow him. It wasn’t that Ben was gay. He too felt comfortable enough about himself to accept what Steve was offering. Purely a chance to loose a load. A load that had been weeks in the making. Ben now rolled fully over onto his back, giving Steve more access to his cock. Steve grabbed the bottom of the shorts, pulling them down Ben’s legs. This now allowed Steve to suck Ben’s balls into his mouth while he fisted the huge cock, the residual spit lubricating his hand. Ben squirmed a little with all this action. “Suck that cock!” he demanded. Steve emptied his mouth of Ben’s balls and returned to the cock that was now leaking pre-cum. The smell and taste drove Steve wild as he took all of the offered cock deep into his throat, gagging a little as it swelled. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was rewarded for his effort. Ben’s breathing started to labour a little as he got closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly he reached up, grabbed Steve by the neck pulling him down onto his cock, pushing himself further into the throat that surrounded him so completely and shot bolt after bolt of hot lava cum deep down Steve’s throat. Prepared for this, Steve kept all of the hot cock in his mouth and swallowed every drop of cum that Ben had stored up in his huge balls. Both were panting now, drained by the energy that both had just expended in their pursuit for orgasm. Steve stood up, looked down at Ben sprawled below him and once again marvelled at the muscled body that had just given him new memories for his night-time jack offs. He reached down and helped Ben up off the floor and assisted him to brush off the dirt and dust that clung to his body. swallowing again he savoured the nutty after taste of Ben’s jism. Ben thanked Steve. “I didn’t know I needed that as much as I obviously did.” “Don’t mention it buddy, I think I needed that action just as much.” replied Steve. Now that the stove had been wired into place the two moved off towards their next job.