Gay Erotic Stories

Early in the morning, rush hour of a weekday. Squeezed in a tightly packed car train, from the suburbs to the downtown, I am heading to the municipal library, while all other travelers are probably in their way to work. I like these trips; very often a guy would press himself against my body, offering his front or back, depending on preferences or possibilities. It happens frequently because I am young -19-, “cute” looking -so I’ve being told- and have a fine body (slim, bubble but). Today, when I noticed the distinctive sign -the telling pressing-, I look into the reflection in the window in front of me. To my right, slightly in front, is this thirty something guy, a little bit taller and rather skinny, who’s watching me and who looks the other way when I stare at him. But he keeps pressing; the back of his hand against my belly, 5 / 6 inches to the right of my crotch. I wait for more overtures before making my first move, a slight pressing with a few grades turn to my right, nearing my crotch to his hand; oh, and he does answer. He covers the remaining inches, until I feel him pressing against my cock

The flow of passengers allows us to move: now there is somebody in from of us, and he no longer presses but touches, with one or two of his fingers, my genitalia. He keeps avoiding eye contact though and concentrates in the touching. I can guess he is as aroused as I am; I do some moves trying to learn something about his butt, certainly not a bubble but rather the “soft” curve that I like in skinny guys.

After more touching and feeling the feast ends; the train arrives to the station I get off. To my surprise my travel partner moves to leave the car as well. We get off; we walk side by side up to the automatique stairs, where I get ahead. Once in the street, I keep walking and, after a few steps I turn to look; yes, he is right behind me and he still avoids eye contact. Actually, I am startle; he looks sad or maybe afraid. After much walking, I get impatient; without the confidence to approach older men, I am not sure the guy would ever get the balls to do the move himself. He probably senses my frustration and ventures to say something I do not hear; “What?” I ask, and he answers with a very nervous voice “What you doing?” “Is not obvious?” I almost say back, instead I embark in the usual nonsense until we have to decide what to do. He wants to see me at lunch time, and take me to the nearest bath house; I tell him I can not, it is now or never -by now I am not that interested, he is actually attractive, but his personality is not: more than desire I sense fear. But I am wrong, he must be horny because he chooses the bathhouse.

We take a private booth, a small space with a narrow bed. As soon as we are in he transforms from a fearful, shy guy to a hungry lover. A deep French kiss is his first salute, his hands all over me, tearing mine and his cloths off. When we are nude we look at each other, he is not bad: skinny but defined, pale and soft skin punctuate by very black body hair. The butt is what I had imagined curvy and soft. I am definitely to his liking and he shows it going down to my neck, chest, and nipples with lips, tongue and teeth working feverishly. I am really surprised; the guy acts as if this was his first time. When he finally reaches my cock he holds it tight before taking it all in with his mouth wide open. More then skill there is hunger. Very soon I am ready to come but he change gear, going down to my balls, legs and feet, only to return when I have cooled down enough. After doing this for 3 or 4 times he asks me if I can come twice because he wants me in his mouth and in his ass. I answer speeding may trust into his face. I come; he gulps my milk and when I finish he grabs my cock, whacking it to keep away limpness.

He wants my attention now: he rests down on the bed, face down, legs spread touching the floor. Gosh, this is one of my favorite positions, with the chest slightly raised -and I ask him to do so- you have a full view of the back of the body, with the asshole in the prominent position. At the time I was not into rimming, but certainly already loved to touch, tongue, squeeze and pinch the cheeks while my fingers worked the hole. So I do now and he enjoys it. I am a dedicated ass worshiper, and my partner recognizes it, asking with amusement if I like his back, I answer that I do, without adding that I do like most male asses and that, in his case, I am probably more exited by the fact that I am about to screw a guy way older than myself. After a rather long ass worshiping, I am ready to mount him: his hole is not loose, notwithstanding the fingering it had just received. He takes it gladly and, even though my cock is rather average in size, I am certain that he loves it. It will be a short fucking, the guy’s trusts are slow and strong, his hole muscles are quite good at working my piece -I think again of hungriness. Soon enough he shouts that he is cumming, and we cum together.

All the intimacy of the last hour in the booth is gone as soon as we come. After a few seconds, we stand up and dress, no word say. When he is putting on his tie I see the wedding band in his finger and in the face a gesture of angriness has substitute the one of fear he showed before.