Gay Erotic Stories

Before throwing the sticky pit-stenched toilet paper on the floor of his truck, I noticed 3 loose wiry pit hairs on it--I moved around on my seat to avoid him seeing my growing cock in my pants.

I drank my Coke like it evaporated in my mouth. It was so hot in that truck. Robert turned his radio on and as he reached to push the dial, I smelled his stinky pit again. He was right. Wiping his pits wouldn't do the job. I just sat there next to him and stared at the tufts of wet hair under his right arm sticking to his tricep and took a deep inhale of his stink as he found a Country music station. Robert said Do you want to listen to something else? I said no, Chesney's fine. He smiled again. Suddenly his noticed that his truck was getting a bit hot (no shit). Tony, we can pull over somewhere. It's another 2 hrs until the city and I need to cool off my engine anyway. I agreed.

He knew his way around this desert highway. We ended up at a small truck stop with a cafe next door. Nothing was around except for one semi. The cafe was open thank God. We stepped in the greasy spoon of a place and was incredibly relieved that it was air conditioned--I felt like I just won the Lotto at that point. We walked in, sat at a booth and ordered ice teas with extra ice.

For some reason, Robert kept smiling at me. Our eyes locked as we sat down at the booth. He raised his arms up again to stretch and noticed my staring at his pits. His pit hairs were all over the place, they curled and formed clumps as hairs stuck together from the stickiness of his sweat, and huge sweat outlines coated his white t-shirt sleeves that will turn yellow eventually.

Damn guy was turning me on again. I played along with Robert and pretended to stretch my arms up too. As I stretched, he kept his gaze into my eyes and stuck out just the tip of his tongue then took a deep inhale as he darted his eyes back and forth towards my smelly underarms. I glanced at my right pit and noticed how smelly I was too. I felt the contrast of my steaming pit with the cool air in the cafe. I took a mini whiff of my own stink. Where the hell were our iced teas? Service sucked.

I had to take a piss so I told Robert I'd be right back. I walked down the hall towards the back of the cafe and found the toilet. I pull out my cock and start pissing in the urinal. Next thing I knew Robert walked in. He really smelled bad but what was bad about it was that I got hard as soon as I smelled his b.o. He noticed my cock and smiled again. He stretched some more and raised his arms up way high. I had my hardening cock in my hand when I looked at his busy pit hairs jutting out from under his sleeves.

He told me he needed to wipe his pits again with toilet paper because they stunk so bad. I desperately tried to shove my hard cock back into my pants and told him that they didn't smell that bad anymore. But he walked up to me with his arms still up in the air and said I needed to be as close to him as I was in his truck for me to really know. I lost eye contact. My eyes were glued to his dark forest of hairs sticking out from under his sleeves. I was focused on the stench emanating from his funky armpits. Next thing I knew, my mouth opened up and I stuck my tongue out as I shoved my entire face under his white t-shirt sleeve. I had a clump on his stinky pit hairs in my mouth. I felt his body heat on my forehead, my chin, and my eye brows. I smelled his stench so deeply, slowly and intensely and immediately unzipped my pants. I was lost in abandon under his arm and went nuts jacking myself off as he continued to shove his warm rank armpit in my face as he let out a loud moan.

All of a sudden, Robert and I heard someone going down the hall towards the toilet when we put ourselves together FAST and made our way out of that bathroom pronto. We ran back to our booth laughing and two iced teas full of ice were waiting for us on our table. After the incredible ice tea, we decided to hit the road. We laughed all the way back to the truck. I took my shirt off as I stepped up into his passenger seat, and he took his shirt off too. We drove all the way down to Los Angeles smelling each other like two dogs in heat, lapping up each other's pits at every opportunity we had as we cruised down the I-5 with my car in tow. Robert and I became good pit buddies. In fact, I just got back from the gym, didn't take a shower on purpose, and Robert's on his way over.

End of story... (doorbell) ... ah, he's here!