Gay Erotic Stories

I was stuck in the Midwest on a bus. I hated bus travel, but given the circumstances ,I had no choice. I was to leave from Des Moines and arrive in Denver in the middle of a predicted storm. I took a seat toward the back hoping no one would settle in near me. I watched as the various people boarded. It must have been this gazing that caught the eye of the young stranger who headed right for the empty seat next to me. He said a greeting, and I responded with little enthusiasm, so as to discourage any ideas of a long-winded chat. No such luck. He was Carter, a nice-looking man in his late twenties, early thirties who was on his way to see a friend in western Kansas. I continued to occupy my time with reading and appearances of sleep, and Carter slowly but deliberately started to draw me into his world of stories and questions. Carter was truly an individual, by his own admission. He was openly gay and had been involved in a series of unique relationships, according to his account. He had traveled the world extensively, and I never was exactly sure what his profession was. It should have been sales given his ability to draw a wearied traveler such as myself into an engrossing and philosophical discussion. Carter had an incredible set of eyes that were bright with life and deep with interest. He was handsome in physical features as well as mind. Mile upon mile of black landscape flew by and time became veiled by the excitement of discussion--until we had to stop. The stop had not been a planned one. The driver was inside of a convenience making some phone calls for the longest time. When he returned, he told us we would have to stop for the evening because roads west of our stop were closed and we were about to be hit by a storm packing incredible winds and snow. He drove us to a dark, little motel that looked as if it had been built in the 40¹s. He arranged for rooms, but two to a room was all that could be arranged. Before I knew, Carter had volunteered me to be his roommate. I was a bit surprised. He knew from my conversation that I was divorced and the father of two. But then, I guess our purpose was for temporary lodging and nothing else We checked into our room. The room had only one king-sized bed and I became a bit nervous. Carter, sensing my anxiety, told me to relax; he would take the sofa, a beat-up faux-leather love seat in the corner. My defense mechanism came back that that was ridiculous and that we could share a bed. I pulled out my traveler¹s bottle of whiskey and offered Carter a drink. He declined, but said he was going to do some exercises. He started to remove the clothes he traveled in until he was down to a small pair of briefs He was a tight, muscled form of beauty, much like the chiseled effigies found in museums. So, as I sipped on my drink, Carter did some general stretching and I alternately watched the television and him. At one point he turned around and noticed my glances. He stopped, looked at me, and bluntly asked if I wanted to have sex with him. I let out a nervous laugh and said I wasn¹t gay. He then jumped on the bed next to me, shoved his hand up my shirt, teased and pinched at a nipple as he ran his hand over my chest, and asked me if that felt good. I verbally denied it; physically, I betrayed my words . My nipples sprung to attention and my pants started to become tight in the crotch. Carter took note of this. He proceeded to ask me if it felt good--what he was doing. I slowly agreed Then he proceeded to ask why I was so certain his gifts he had to offer were any different than a women, if I were blind. I laughed and pointed out the most obvious difference by pointing at his crotch. He grabbed my hand and looked me intensely in the eyes. I giggled, a combination of drink and nerves--no, it was excitement. He took my hand and placed it on his bare chest. He circled the aureole of left nipple and it soon popped out as if relieved. He then released his hold on my hand, lifted my shirt, and proceeded to trace patterns all over my upper torso. I closed my eyes. Such sensations were only part of my history long ago. I dropped my resistance and let the pleasures of my body dominate my mind. Carter then led his tongue down my stomach while he simultaneously unbuttoned my pants. I was surprised how quickly he removed my pants and briefs to reveal a fully erect penis He stopped, smiled at me, and asked if I was okay. Why not, I replied abandoning all of the holds that had kept me imprisoned up to now. Carter teased my cockhead with tongue flickers; he caressed my testicles gently; he slowly teased and tormented until he place his mouth over my penis. This moment of heaven was too much. I sat up, stopped his actions, and proceeded to remove my remaining clothes as well as his. He giggled at my transformation, and I found a new side of myself that was ready to experience new territory. We wrapped ourselves in a 69 position and proceeded to suck and move our tongues, Carter serving as my model on what to do next. We simultaneously rubbed our hands over each other¹s bodies, causing goose bumps to rise and tingle. This lasted forever. Carter then asked if I was ready to try fucking him. I was really hesitant. This was not something I was sure I could do. He then told me to close my eyes, and, with his guidance and my following of directions, I experienced the tightest and most thrilling sensations my body had ever known. I erupted with great release for my entire body and fell spent next to this wonderful new discovery of a friend. We spent the remaining night talking and fondling and experimenting some more. The bus trip soon ended, Carter and I exchanged numbers, but time and distance kept us from growing together. But I am thankful for the man who opened my eyes to a whole new dimension of myself.