Gay Erotic Stories

It had been a dumb thing to do telling Jerry I was going to stay later at the beach and to let them leave without me. We had just planned to be gone for the day but it was so nice, I wanted to spend the weekend. Jerry said he had to be back to be in a wedding so I loaded my extra beach crap into his van and told them I would just hitch a ride back Monday morning. I wanted to stay over the weekend and have a little fun on the boardwalk. It was going great, I loved taking the rides and clowning around like a kid and for once I chowed down on all the terrible stuff like hot dogs, and pizza and malteds. It was like being a kid again. Perhaps too much so. About halfway through the day I discovered my wallet missing. I wasn’t sure were I could have lost it, whether it was on one of those crazy rides or at the beach. When I checked in at the security station looking for it, the policeman said they had my wallet, but whoever turned it in said there had been no money in it. Well at least I had my driver’s license and credit cards. By now the fun had gone out of my weekend and I decided to hitch back to Elkhart straight away. Walking the short distance from the boardwalk to the main drag. I had no problem hitching a ride through town. Getting out on the main highway, I though I would be home in a matter of a couple of hours. No problem I thought with U.S. twenty running right past the Toll road. I could get some guy to stop and give me a ride. That was my second big mistake. My first mistake had been in starting out for home so late. I stood there for a couple of hours watching the cars whiz by and no one even slowed down. I began walking along the side of the road hoping to catch a ride figuring I would come across someplace to get something to eat. It had been years since I’d hitched hiked that road and it was now a different world. There were no longer little sandwich shops and filling stations along the road. I guess the toll road had closed everything like down when they took all the traffic off highway twenty. I was really beginning to feel despondent. I was sitting by a stop sign at a well-illuminated intersection hoping someone would see me and take pity on me. I figured if they could see me they might think it was OK to give me a lift. It just kept getting later and around midnight not even trucks were going by. Then this one big rig came lumbering to a stop and I knew I was in luck. The driver could have made the light but began stopping instead. Picking up my rucksack I ran to the drivers side of the cab. The trucker had rolled his window down and this big tattooed arm was hanging out. Spitting, then smiling he asked if I wanted to give him a thrill. At that hour, and with it getting colder, I said sure if he was going my way I’d go his. Then telling him I was headed for Elkhart, I was thankful when he said, “ Sure enough little boy, I’m going right through there and then on through to the industrial park to Port Clinton, Ohio. Get your cute little ass in here, but you’ll half to crawl over me, the passenger door is broken.” As his door swung open I climbed up on the running board then began to crawl in over him. He reached over and grabbed my ass feeling me up real well as I crawled over him. Then, as he patted me he said, “You’re a damn good-looking kid with a good ass. I think we’re going to get on real well”. Seated now, close to him in the lighted cab, I leaned over to look at his chest. He was sitting there with his shirt open and had his strange tattoos exposed. Looking at me began laughing, saying, “Check ‘em out kid and try ‘em!”. On his right nipple was a tattoo of a little tap with the words “nectar” over it and on the left nipple was the same tap and the words “honey”. Then pulling his fatigue pants open, he exposed his giant dormant cock and telling me to read the inscription over his meat. Bending low nearly putting my face on his cock, I read the lettered words “whipped cream dispenser”. Still chuckling he continued, “On that tap to get anything out of I,t you need to churn it a little to whip the cream!” Leaning back and chewing on his cigar he seemed to want to talk, prompting me to ask him anything, telling me I could call him Sarge. Looking directly at him, I told him my name was Michael. By now the cab interior was dark and he had pulled off his sunglasses and fatigue cap. What I saw now sitting beside me was one hell of a good looking half-naked rough cut stud. “Mean looking” could describe him very well. Hardly glancing over in my direction, I heard his gravelly voice saying, “Go ahead kid, taste the nectar boy”, and pulling me over to him he pushed my face to his chest, pushing my lips to his nipple Getting excited, I began to suck on him and as I ran my tongue gently down and around his nipple. All he said was, “Harder bitch,” then I began to chew savagely on it. That seemed to please him, then pulling me over to the honey tit, I began chewing again. As we rumbled down the road that massive truck was vibrating our bodies in a soothing sexual way making every action of mine on his nipples even more sensual. Pulling me off of his tits, he said it was time to whip some cream. Bending down and pulling his pants even further down almost to his ankles, I began to massage his huge cock. Then slipping my hands around his balls, his huge cock now primed and glistening sprang up eager for service. ‘ Taking his cocks head in my mouth and slipping slowly that hot hard cylinder, I kept tasting and sucking him as I worked my way down until I could feel that coarse fur of his crotch on my lips and smell that pungent sent of a man in heat. It was a real trip, moving up and down that shaft with the vibrations of the truck making the sensation of blowing him even more thrilling for both of us. I worked that shaft like a fiend, wanting to milk him for all he was worth. Suddenly, his hand was on the back of my neck forcing me down until his balls stopped my lips. Gasping, I could feel the hot sticky fluid shooting into my throat. As he released my head, I stayed deep sucking and slurping everything I could milk from him. “Hot damn” he yelled, “is your ass as good as your mouth?” Straightening up, he told me to reach in back for something to go with my desert. Pulling out a shoebox box filled with sandwiches and a bottle of whiskey, he reached over and took one of the sandwiches and began to chew on it. When I offered him whiskey he said, “Never when I’m driving! That’s strictly fucking whiskey to loosen up your ass, go ahead and drink it up, I want you loose and juicy”. As the massive truck slid through he night cutting our path through the now foggy night, he began telling me about his service and how he came to like a good tight ass boys. It seems that he was one of the young kids that went to Korea why back in 1952. It was now the forgotten war, but he said then so many of the men were always scared and wet. They were afraid for their, lives. He found this one beautiful boy one night in his foxhole and he was so scared that when the shelling would start he would cling to him for safety and security. They became close and after they stayed together long enough in their stinking little foxhole, they bonded. He went on to say that Billy his little lover had one sweet ass. He had first put out when he was lying there wet and shivering from the cold. He said when he held him close and put his poncho over him to keep him dry, he began slipping his wet uniform off of him. When he rolled over him to get to reach for some dry stuff it kinda just happened. He was hard and hot and before he knew it he was in his ass and the boy was responding. Then he said, when he I pulled out of him he held him tight and began hugging him. After that he said they tried to stay together. The boy continued offering his ass and serviced me in all ways in return for my protecting and comforting him. No one ever said anything in those days because no one really cared. Lots of the boys traded favors--even thought they had wives and sweethearts at home. Sarge call it a war romance but said he loved that boy’s ass. He said some nights that the boy would suck his tits saying they were honey and nectar. Then and make me promise to let him suckle any time he wanted. Then fooling around he always said he would whip my cream for me. Then looking at me he laughed and said, “Me that butch bastard of a master Sargent was falling in love with a kid, and after we really had this wild night of love that--that terrible day happed. He went out on patrol one night and never came back. I could never find out what happened, but he was clutching my picture. I did learn his wife wanted to write to anyone that could tell her about her husband. I wrote her a long letter, telling her he always was a good “boy” and would always be missed and that he had love in his heart.” Sarge said it was when he was rotated and one night on leave that he got good and drunk, he had his tatoo artwork done in memory of Billy his little lover boy.” Now Sarge seemed despondent, so reaching down, I began feeling him up saying I wanted to whip some more cream. As I slid down that shaft, I wondered what it would feel like to have something like that shoved up my ass. As we jostled along, I knew when he dropped me off I would never know how that man would feel. For now, I would be content to feed my “hots” with his cock. We were speeding around South Bend now on the bypass and barreling down the road towards home when he ask me if I wanted to pull over at a truck stop for some real whipped cream. He felt like making my ass a cream puff. We began slowing a few miles down the road and he pulled into a well-lighted dinner type place with a few trucks parked in the lot. The chubby little man at the counter greeted Sarge like an old friend, and waived him on to the back rooms. Leading me to the back telling me to strip as we entered the back room and pointing to the showers, he said we would clean up before we ‘rested”. I was surprised that there was even a shower and cots set up for truckers, but following his lead I stripped. After stripping, he jumped into the shower and lathering up and he looked like something out of an action porno flick. With his hard wiry body, tattoos and hard cock he was exciting--and I was hot. He’d brought in the whiskey and tilting it up to my lips I took a couple big gulps. As we showered and he rubbed my body, he continued to feed me the booze. Our soapy bodes rubbed against each other and finally he was ready and hot. He turned me bending me over entering me with that hard soapy tool. A little dizzy from the booze but more than willing, I let him take me. I began experiencing a hard hot pain, telling him he was too big, but pulling my hips tight to his cock forcing everything he had into me. He held me until my body accepted him and I began to beg him for more. Then he began, he pumped, pushed and screwed until I though I would never walk again. Finally having shot his wad, we toweled each other off and lay there naked on one of the cots for a while just resting. Then before I could protest, he was on me again, but this time as he humped me I began pushing and twisting back--hungry for him. We were in heat and screwing like animals when a couple of truckers came in, then chuckling told us not to let them disturb us. They pealed and began their showers while watching us and chuckling. Their only other comments were, “Did they stand a chance to ride the bull?” Sarge growled back, “Go fuck yourselves!” We lay together with his cock rammed up my ass until I could feel him harden again and he was off and running. Finally, he said it was time to get out of there. So we dressed and he said we would have time for coffee before we hit the road again. As we passed the two truckers they were all over each other fucking up a storm. Smiling, Sarge patted the big one on the ass saying, “…he was really a hunk, maybe next time.” Crawling into the cab again, I had to chuckle when I crawled over him and he began fondling my ass. Pulling out of the station, he glanced over again and told me to get my self together we would be pulling into Elkhart, then adding if I really wanted to be a sport, I could ride up to Port Clinton and come back with him. He could have me home by Monday morning. Then adding a comment he said he might even be tempted to suck on my lollypop awhile. As we pulled up to the city limits of Elkhart, I began unzipping him and pulling his pants down. Sliding down on his meat saying only that I was too busy to get out right now, perhaps on the way back I would have the time. Right now I had some cream to whip. I sucked and licked and played with my Sarge for the better part of the next two hours and I was deep on him sucking when I felt the truck slowing. Pulling off to a rest station, he said it was time for a little nap. He said one great thing about Ohio was that they took damn good care of their truckers. This rest stop was just a few miles down from the loading aria of the industrial park. Looking out of the window I could see we even had out houses. Very nice, and as he pulled back the curtains of the cab, he told me to strip and crawl in and minutes later he joined me. I lay there naked and waiting and in seconds I could feel his hard body sliding in next to me. As he scooted in he positioned himself on his back spreading his legs around my upper body. Then telling me to lift his legs he presented me his ass. Fidgeting around he placed his feet into two stirrups and he was suspended and poised for my pleasure. Crawling slowly up his body I began penetration and with ease I slid into that hard firm butt. It was like nothing I’d ever had before, he was hot, with his body pulsing and pulling my cock pulling me deeper into his body. As I slammed into that burning pit of pleasure, his body advanced then swung back to me like a pendulum until my mind went blank and kept slamming into him again and again. I had gone over the edge and turned into a fucking machine, and as I became even more excited I reached up and began twisting and clawing at his chest and nipples. I had no memory of how long I fucked or how many times I came but finally in exhaustion I collapsed. Letting my face slide down his body I began sucking him, and when he came, I licked and cleaned him then traveled to his hot sticky ass. Still hot and wanting him, I began to wildly eating him out. Sarge had taken me were I’d never gone, giving me the finest gift a man could give another, His love and passion. I watched as the men loaded the truck and we again were on the road. It was hard to believe that after last night I could feel so passionate about this man. All the way back I attended him and finally as we pulled into Elkhart. He said he would be passing through again and would I like to ride with him again. Clutching him and giving him a hard kiss, ,I then scrawled my name and number on a card telling him I would always go with him. Then slowing and stopping the rig he reached over opened my door winked and kissed me.