Gay Erotic Stories

You know who this is? Yeah, well, no reason why you should. We've never talked to one another before. Never had the pleasure. Till now ... I saw you this morning. Yeah, I see you every morning. Getting off that commuter train. I wait for you. Then I followed you all the way to your office. Rode right up to the twenty-fifth floor with you in the elevator. Followed you right down the hall to the door to your office. That's how I got your phone number, I figured you could use a call ... You don't have to say anything. I know you're not gonna admit you're getting off on this. That's cool. You can just listen. I figure you've got a little wife and two-point-five kids up there in the suburbs - but you can relax. No sweat. I'm not looking to embarrass you or blackmail you or anything like that. You know what I'm looking to do, don't you? Sure you do ... You're a hot man, you know. Listen, if your secretary hadn't been sitting there at the front desk, I would have followed you right into your office and got down on my knees in front of you and waited for you to take it out and let me go to work on it. You could get into that ... No, you don't have to answer. I know the answer. You just sit back and listen. I'll do all the talking. You just think about what's bubbling down there between your legs. I know what's happening. It's getting to me, too. Sitting here in this phone booth, right downstairs in the lobby of your building, it's getting to me, too. Yeah ... Your jockey shorts beginning to fill up? Yeah, I thought so. I know all about you, just from following you every morning. I watch you walking out of Grand Central to your office. I'm always right behind you. I like the way you sort of lope down the street, with that hard hot butt of yours swinging from side to side. Sometimes when a breeze lifts up your coattails, I get a good look. That's when I want to come up behind you and grab ass. Grope you. Unzip your fly. Right there on the street. Maybe one of these days I will. Think about it ... First time I saw you, I knew you could get into this. I watched you on the street. I saw what caught your eye. Not those big-boobed secretaries or long-legged Vogue model types. No way. I saw what caught your eye. You dig the rough stuff. Don't you? The ones in torn jeans and dirty tank tops. The ones with broad shoulders and sweaty armpits and hard pecs. The ones with big baskets puffing up between their legs. Like me. You'd dig me. If you could see me, you'd dig me. I'd bet my left nut you would. Yeah, if you could only see me, you could get into me ... It's getting awful hot in this phone booth. Guess I'm gonna have to take off my T-shirt. What about you? Still got your three-piece suit on? Your three-button three-piece suit? Still got your silk tie and your wing-tips on? Yeah, well that's not gonna last long. Bet you're thinking about unzipping your fly. Right? You want to take out you dick? Go ahead. See how hard it feels. Bet it's as hard as mine ... You know what you ought to do - you oughtta take a minute and go lock the door. So your secretary can't come in and interrupt us. 'Cause we're gonna finish this one off right here on the phone at ten o'clock in the morning. Right? Right. And hey, while you're up, you might tell her to hold your calls. Don't want to rush this. Go on. Lock the door. Give yourself a little privacy. Don't worry. I won't go 'way. I'll just sit here and work on myself. And think about that hot ass of yours till you get back ... That was quick. Good. You still hard? Prove it. Put the receiver down between your legs. Slide the mouthpiece across your crotch. I want to hear the phone rubbing across your fly. I want to hear your dick jumping around. I want to hear you unzip that zipper. Slow. Don't rush it. We've got time ... Now I'm gonna unbutton my Levi's. One button at a time. Hear that? That's a button popping out of its button hole. One step closer to freeing this big hot hard thing I've got between my legs. Yeah, now I can see him. He's twitching, Man. Waiting to get out of my pants and into my hand. You want me to take him out? All the way out? Right here in this phone booth in the lobby of your building? I'll do it ... okay? There! Can you see what he looks like? Standing up like a fuckin' giant mushroom, just waiting to be eaten. And my balls, big hairy balls, hanging down against my leg. I'm running my fingers over 'em, squeezing 'em, pulling on 'em ... Got your dick out yet? Come on, Man, haul out that heavy hot piece of meat of yours. Let's see the head of it. Nice head. I'll bet. Nice stuff, all the way around, I'll bet. I can't be sure, 'cause you're always wearing those tight jockey shorts that don't show any basket at all, That's cool, though. I've got a good imagination. I can guess what you've got between your legs. Come on, Man, haul it out and show me what you got. Big fucking mushroom head, yeah. Starting to dribble already. Little juice pearls on the head of your dick. Just like mine ... You down to your shorts yet? Come on, Man. Unfasten your belt. I'D do it for you if I was there. Yeah, I could get off on unbuckling your belt. Unzipping your zipper. Pulling your pants down around your ankles, and just taking a good long look at what's waiting to pop out of your jockeys. I can close my eyes and see it clear as if I was there ... I don't wear underwear myself. Bet that comes as no surprise to you. You feel you gotta wear under shorts yourself, but you're really turned on to guys who don't. Aren't you? Bet you wish you had the guts to walk around your office with your dick hanging free inside the pant leg of your three-button three-piece suit. I can see that. Tomorrow, why don't you skip the jockey shots? Just get of that commuter train with your big dick hanging free down the side of your leg. I'll be watching for it ... Ever think about wearing a jockstrap to work? Bet you think about it a lot. But you never have the guts to do it. How come? Maybe 'cause your wife might walk in on you while you were getting dressed. How the hell would you explain something like that to her? Couldn't. Lot of things you can't explain to her, right? Like this phone call. Yeah, well. I'll bet tonight when you're screwing her, you're gonna be thinking about me ... I'll be thinking about you, you know. I'll be lying on my bed, thinking about those soft cotton briefs holding you in. I'll close my eyes and see you getting hard underneath that soft white cloth. I'll see you twitching around down there, waiting to be freed. I'll see you pulling your shorts down and letting him spring up. Yeah, I can see that ... You better watch it or you'll get a spot on your suit. Just back from the dry-cleaners, right? You better be careful - don't want to leave any stains on your fly, do you? How would you explain that to your little wife? Guess there's only one thing to do. Take your pants down ... Now your jockey shorts. Get them down around your ankles too. That's more like it. Now you can grab hold of yourself. Feel what you got. Wrap your hand around it and hang onto it for dear life. That's it. Feels good, doesn't it? Yeah, I know, 'cause I'm doing the same thing. I've got hold of myself here in the phone booth. Once I grab hold, I can't let go, you know. Same as you ... You like to grab hold of yourself. Especially when somebody tells you to do it. Like I'm telling you now. It's damned near as good as if I was there myself. Grabbing hold of you. Hanging on. Squeezing, Driving you up the fucking wall. No, don't start whacking off yet. Take your time. We've got all the time in the world with this. Make it last. Just squeeze him. Tease the little bastard. Make him bag to be worked on. That's what he wants, isn't it? Sure ... Yeah, I'm having trouble holding off, too. Pretty soon now, I've got to start whacking away. Drive myself right into an explosion. But not yet. No way. How long can you hold off? How long before you can't resist anymore and you have to start whacking away at it? Pretty soon. Pretty soon now. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm about ready to start working on mine. But I've got more strength of character - I can wait - I'll wait till I hear you working on yours, and then I'll start in on mine. You really want to start working on it, don't you ...? You like to whack off with your hand all dry? Or do you like to use a little spit? Yeah, that's what I thought. Go ahead. Drop a load of spit into your hand and smear it all over that mushroom head. Smear spit all over it. Grease it up. How does it feel, Man? Yeah, I know. Just like someone was wrapping his lips around the head of your dick, right? Yeah, yeah, I know. I know. Me, too. I can get off on a slick, greasy dick, all shinning with hot spit. Just start nice and easy, and get to working it over. Nice and easy. Easy. Easy ... I'm gonna grease up myself now. You know how? You know what I'm gonna use? No spit. Not this time. Yeah, spit's good, but not this time. I've got something better. You know what I'm gonna use? I'll give you a hint: You know how hot it is in this sweat box of a phone booth? Bitching hot. I'm dripping with sweat. Little trickles of it running down my ribs. Running down my things. Running down the crack of my ass. Yeah. You know what I just did? I just took my hand and rubbed it under my armpit. Got me a handful of sweat. Now I'm smearing it all over my dick. Makes a great lubricant. Man. Yeah. Whacking off with your own sweat ... You working up a sweat? Bet you are - even in that air conditioned office. Nothing like this sweat box of a phone booth. Just like I'm in a sauna bath down here. My whole body - even my dick - all dripping with sweat. Just sliding around in my own sweat ... You ever been sweat-fucked? Yeah, that's something else. I'll tell you. You know, when you can't find the jar of grease, and your mouth is too dry to spit, 'cause you're ripped out of your head. So you just scoop a handful of sweat out of your armpit and smear it all over the crack of your ass. Like I'm doing right now. Just greasing up my ass with my own sweat. So you can come down here, and slip into this phone booth with me, and pretty soon there'll be so much heat in this place, you'll be dripping with sweat too. And you'll slide into me just as easy as you're sliding into your own hand. That's right. Shove that dick into your own fist and treat it just like it was my sweet ass. That's it deeper. Pretty soon you won't be able to tell one from the other ... You want to come downstairs into the lobby? You could stand right outside this phone booth. Pretend you're waiting to make a phone call. Just stand here and watch me whacking off for you. You could get into that, couldn't you? You like listening. And you lie watching. And you like hanging onto yourself. I'm driving you crazy. I know ... Why don't you come down and meet me? See what I look like. See if you get off on the face and the dick, the same way you're getting off on the voice. Yeah, I can see you doing something like that. Strolling nervously through the lobby. Easing up to this phone booth. Trying to hide your hard-on. Glancing around to see if anybody's watching us. Wondering if you dare to take your dick out right here in the lobby, Just aching to push the phone booth door open and shoot a load all over my face. That's what you're thinking about. Well, I'm waiting ... You'd never do it. You don't have the guts. Not like me. The most you could probably do is just stand there out side the booth and watch me going at it. You could do that. Couldn't you? Yeah, just stand there and watch me pulling myself crazy. The sight of it, that'd get to you. The sight of me, bare-ass naked in a public phone booth, whacking off at ninety miles and hour, just for you. Hell, it might even turn you on so much that you'd shoot right there in your soft white jockey shorts, without even touching yourself. You ever done that? I have. Sometimes I can talk myself into shooting. Without ever laying a hand on myself ... You're getting close, aren't you? Riding the top of it. Stretching things out. Seeing how long you can hold off. Seeing how long you can make it last. Building. Building it up. It's gonna be a good one this time ... I'm right here, Man. Just begging for it. Waiting to heat you groan and gasp 'cause you can't wait any longer. 'Cause you're right where you want to be. Right where it's the best. Breathing hard. Not like last night in your split-level bed. That was nothing. Not compared to this. This is gonna be something else. This is the big one. Come on, Man, I'm waiting for you ... I'm sitting on top of this one. Just waiting for you to pop off right along with me. Come on, Man. Let's do it together. Yeah, that's it. I can hear you schloshing around, there in your office. Hurry up. Catch up with me. 'Cause I'm just about ready to spray a load all over this phone booth door. Now? You cumin' with me? Okay, Let's go. Go together. Pop with me, Man, Pop ... Next time it'll be even better, You know that, don't you? And you know when next time's gonna be? I'll tell you. It's gonna be along about five o'clock. Today. Yeah, right after you get of work. You're gonna come down in the elevator and walk right over to this phone booth and start looking for me. And, Man, I'll be here, I'll be here with my cock out, ready for you ... You've got all day to think about it. You've got all day to walk around that air conditioned office of yours with a big raging hard-on. Now, when you get dressed, don't put your under shorts on. Just let that dick of yours hang loose all day. So it'll be good and hot come five o'clock. And then when you come down to the lobby, you just open the door of this phone booth and throw your jockey shorts in my face. I'll do the rest. Just for you. Five o'clock, Man. Seven hours away. Seven hours to get ready. Seven hours to lug that big heavy dick around with you. Seven hours, you'll be ready to go again. So will I. You can count on it. I'll be waiting for you ... If you liked this story, kindly email me if you desire: derekb@total.net