Gay Erotic Stories

I didn’t score this particular night; well that’s what I thought. It was a very warm night and the dance finished right on midnight, you had to this was the fifties and this was a small town. [Still is, but a nice place]

I left the hall and walked toward home, I had a somewhat round about way home it led to where I knew there was a public toilet, well only for those who had to go it was in the cemetery, that’s it, the cemetery. I had it worked out,’ who would go into a cemetery late at night? Not too many, I could go there and sit in the one toilet and drop my pants and give my cock a good work out, sometimes twice. I even had a secret place to hide condoms. I just loved the feel of rubber on my cock and it still gets hard as a rock when I roll one on.

As I walked toward my secret place I passed the street that led to the Railway station; along came a guy his name was Bob, he had just arrived home for the weekend on the train from the state capitol, he worked in the city as there was not a lot in his type of work Bob was at this time about 30 yrs old I was 21. Bob worked at the port in the capitol, that’s right, a wharfie; I did not know if that was good or bad, all I knew is that he was handsome. He came home every weekend to stay with his Sister and Dad and see his girlfriend. On Saturdays he would go and drink with my Dad and his mates at the Bricklayers Arms pub. My Mother always liked him and would remark how handsome he was.

We met he asked had I been to the dance, I acknowledged I had.

Then he said, “I have to have a piss.”

“Me too,” I told him about the toilet in the side gate of the cemetery.

“Okay, let’s go there.” I led the way.

He carried an overnight bag and an overcoat. Bob placed his bag in the entrance to the only cubical and hung his coat on the door. There was one long urinal with enough room for 2-3 standing side by side. We stood there pissing; outside there was a streetlight and just enough light for us to see by. I could see his cock and knew he could see mine; he finished and started to work his hand in a pulling manner I started to get very excited, so when I stopped pissing I did the same.

Bob turned toward me and without a word grabbed my cock I thought I would blow right there and then. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer, and moved me into the cubical. He held both cocks together and with his free hand started to undo my belt. I quickly got the message and undid his, both standing there with our pants round our ankles.

He unbuttoned my shirt and took it off then his came off, pulling me to him he kissed me slow and long, I had never been kissed like that before. Now I was breathing heavy and he could see I was about to shoot all over.

“Slow down we want it to last don’t we?” he said.

I started to shake.

“Are you cold?”

“No, a bit scared.”

“Don’t worry nobody will come into a cemetery”

Now I knew that so what was I worried about, and it was a hot night. He knelt down and started to suck my rock hard cock. Next I did the same, it was while I was sucking his cock he put on his overcoat.

I didn’t take a lot of notice of the coat when we were walking to the cemetery or when he hung it on the door, it was cloth on the outside and black, nothing so unusual for a man to carry an overcoat, and most men did in those days.

I stood up, he held the coat open putting it around me, it had a black rubber lining or to be correct it was a reversible raincoat. We started kissing again my tongue searching his mouth and his mine. I could feel the smooth rubber lining as I held him close. He was strong and pulled me close our cocks rubbed against each other. Taking the coat in one hand with the rubber side he grasped my cock and worked it hard, up and down up and down, as I said I learned quick I did the same to him we were wrapped in his coat, pulling hard on each other, I blew cum shooting onto the black rubber.

“ I’ve cum…aaah!”

“Keep pulling; aaah me too.”

Bob held me there against him our cocks slowly went slack, he started to wipe the cum over my cock it reacted and I did the same he got hard again, with the cum on the rubber our cocks slid in and out we moved our hips thrusting and groaning, “I’m cumming again.!”

“Hold on!” He started to suck me I blew again.

I did it for him; “I’m gonna blow mate!” I wanted to taste cum, he let go; fuck it was good.

My memory of that Friday is still clear. We walked to the corner of my street and where his sister lived, “See yah.”

“Come here” he beckoned me back. “Will you be going to the dance next Friday?”

“Yeah.”

“Well come down and meet me at the station, just in case the train is late, okay?”

Over the next year, Bob and I met and went to our place in the Cemetery Toilet; one particular night he started to feel my butt, as usual I did the same. As I reached around to his, he turned it to me, I could feel it was greasy and worked my fingers around it.

He said, “Push your finger in.”

I responded and worked it in and out.

“Now two!” he said, he moaned for more with each thrust of my fingers.

I had never done this before; he reached back and took hold of my cock, what I hadn’t noticed in the heat of the moment was he had a small jar of Vaseline, now he greased my cock. I had to tell him to stop I was so close to blowing a load.

“Put my coat on!”

I did and felt the rubber on the inside.

“Now fuck me; fuck me, I want you to root my arse!”

More like an order then begging to be fucked. He bent over and I slid inside him, holding his cock I started to slowly move in and out of him, my hips moving faster with each thrust, for a lad my age this was so good. Pulling the coat around us as best I could I rammed my stiff throbbing cock hard into Bob.

“Cum ! Cum I'm gunna blow so cum with me please, I want us to cum together.”

I fucked him as hard as I could and within seconds I was shooting cum into my mate, Bob. He let go and shot all over the floor. I slid out and Bob turned and pulling me close kissed me and held me tight.

“Did you like fucking me?”

“I sure did!”

He wiped my cock of grease, and I did his. This was the first man I ever fucked and I now knew what I wanted to do. Bob taught me so many things and I grew up a lot; he was a very masculine man no one would have questioned his sexuality; anyway he also had his girlfriend (in small towns this counted for a lot).

The train was only late a few Fridays for the next year. It turned out he told me over a period he would use his coat in the parks in the Capitol, there were a lot of men who liked to play around with rubber coats.

The Port Authority supplied the coat, Bob gave me one, and I was able to use it to walk to work on rainy days.

Some years later I was at the Pier to see some friends off on a cruise, and there in a large wire cage all neatly hanging in a row were black rubber coats and pants for the wharf workers to wear. I wondered how many have been used the way Bob and I used them.

Sammeyr: