Gay Erotic Stories

I had just gotten out of town and was settling in for the long drive back home after a great weekend away with family and friends. As I drove highway 16, the morning coffee suddenly kicked in and I had to stop for a piss. Spotting a roadside rest stop, I pulled over and parked beside the washrooms. I put the vehicle in park, and noticed there was a truck and trailer rig also in the lot. I did not see anyone around the vehicle and thought nothing more of it. Given the pressure on my bladder, I went quickly to the washroom to relieve myself.

The rest stop here is pretty rustic; two washrooms side-by-side, both gender neutral, and handicap friendly. Inside they have both a toilet and a urinal and out in the open, no stall walls. The sink is between the other fixtures. As I stood at the urinal relieving my stretched bladder, I suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of someone using the other washroom and I wondered if it was the trucker. Not really thinking anything more about it, I finished my business, washed my hands, and walked out of the washroom.

As I walked back out into the open, I stopped to read the historic marker. As I stood in front of the marker, the door to the second washroom opened and out walked this beautiful man. Tall, easily over six feet, lean well developed body with a shaved head, full beard and moustache. He wore a faded pair of Levi’s and a grey t-shirt too short to tuck into the waistband of the jeans. He also sported a pair of aviator style sunglasses with mirrored lenses.

As he stepped out through the door, he stopped and stared at me for a few seconds. I could not help but stare back. I casually nodded my head and waved in a silent greeting, thinking that would be as much interaction as we would have. Surprisingly, he walked straight over to me, extended his hand and introduced himself as “Jim, but friends just call me Bear.” Surprised by the boldness, I managed to get my own name out, then stood there in an awkward silence. He broke the silence by commenting on the historic marker and the weather. Then said he had noticed the rainbow stickers on my vehicle. Not sure where this was headed, I just shrugged them off as having been there for a long time. No big deal. All this time I was trying to not stare too obviously at him, trying to keep my focus away from him, but it was not working. He was so hot.

He stood beside me with his feet planted a bit more than shoulder width apart, his knees slightly bent, pushing his pelvis forward. His thumbs were hooked in his belt, behind the big silver buckle pulling the front of his tight worn jeans down slightly. It was the perfect leather bar cruising stance I had seen many times before. All he needed was a wall to lean against and a beer to rest on his thigh.

Through our small talk I had commented that one of my brothers was a long-haul trucker and that the occupation always intrigued me. I liked the thought of not always being in the same place and the freedom of the road. He agreed with the sentiment, but noted that a lot of the nights got pretty lonely and the constant driving could get boring fast too. Then he asked if I would like to check out his rig, saying he had to do some safety checks before hitting the road again. Without waiting for my response, he turned on his heel and walked across the lot towards his truck. As I followed him, I marveled at the way his Levi’s hugged his ass, high, round and obviously, muscled. We continued our small talk as he walked around the rig checking lines and hoses, the tires, and other things I had no idea what they were for. When he was apparently done, he turned and asked if I’d like to see the inside of the cab. “Sure. Why not? I’ve got lots of time.”

With that he opened the driver’s door and ushered me up and inside. As an apparent aide to climbing in, he placed his right hand on my backside and pushed, lifting me up and into the driver’s seat. I quickly moved over to the passenger seat making way for his entrance. Once in, he closed his door and turned to face me, reached out and squeezed my left nipple hard. The move shocked me, but I did not pull away as the sudden pain sent a jolt of excitement straight to my groin. I gasped and pushed my chest out to meet his hand, inviting him to continue.

“That’s what I thought.” he stated then pulled me over for a long, deep, wet kiss.

Breaking the kiss, he crooked his thumb, pointing towards the sleeper area of the cab. The look in his eyes was obvious and without a word I moved quickly to the back and sat on the wide bed.

He stood from his seat and turned to face me then began opening his belt and jeans. I had noticed earlier that he went commando and appeared to have a good-sized dick laid across the top of his thigh. What came out of his jeans now was more than I expected. It still seemed to be about the same length, maybe a little more than six inches, but was now fully hard and beer can thick. He was cut and the mushroom head was even thicker than the shaft. His balls were not overly large, slightly smaller than egg size, but hung heavy and low. I just sat there staring at the whole package, subconsciously licking my lips as he waved the piece in front of me.

After a long moment or two, I reached out and circled his shaft with my hand and pulled him in to me taking the head between my lips, licking around it, under it and poking my tongue into the piss slit. His soft moans told me I was on the right track. So, I proceeded to lick all along the underside of the shaft then back up along both sides. As I came up the sides, I gently nipped at his cock with my teeth. With each bite, he drew in a sharp breath, obviously enjoying the sensations. Once back at the head, I pushed the shaft into my mouth and began the long hard task of trying to get back to his pubes with my mouth full of his meat. It took several attempts and much back and forth, slowly taking more and more of the shaft in each time before I made it to the base. Once there I held him tight in my gullet and began to swallow gently milking the head with my throat muscles.

When I came back up for air, I looked up into his face to see if he was enjoying what I was doing. What I saw was a look of pure animal lust. His eyes were almost glazed over and sweat stood out clearly on his brow and had begun to soak his t-shirt. I ran my hands up under his shirt, lifting it to silently let him know he should remove it. Taking my signal, he grabbed the bottom of it and quickly pulled it over his head, throwing it back towards the windshield. His torso was almost completely covered in a thick mat of dark fur. The hair was so thick it almost hid his pierced nipples however they were jutting out from behind thanks to two star shaped shields over them. I ran one hand up over his slightly rounded stomach to his chest and lightly flicked my fingers over the shield in his left tit. My other hand went down and circled his ball sack, pulling it down and away from his body. The dual sensations made him again sharply draw in his breath and softly groan his appreciation. As I was teasing his nipples and pulling his sac, he began pushing his jeans down from his waist and to his knees. His work boots prevented him from taking them completely off, but that was fine with me. I still had access to everything that interested me the most.

Suddenly, he pulled everything from my grasp, turned around and bent at the waist pushing his tight round ass at my face. Pulling at his cheeks, he looked back over his shoulder at me and ordered me to lick his ass. Now, he did not really need to make it an order. I was more than willing to comply, but the forcefulness of his tone, made me want to please him all the more.

I replaced his hands with mine, spreading his cheeks and exposing his tight brown hole. I dove in, inhaling the heavy scent of his sweat. Darting my tongue out, I tasted his soft flesh, lapping at the sides of his ass before hitting my ultimate target. There I alternated between licking along his crack, targeting his hole with the tip of my tongue, sucking at the pucker, and softly chewing at his ass. He reached back, placed his hand on the back of my head, forced my face deep into his ass then ground his hips down onto me. I just grabbed his hips and pulled him even harder to me, intensifying my assault on his butt. His guttural sounds now changed and became deep like the growling of a wild animal. I was getting a better idea of why he was called Bear.

All the while I was eating his hole he had been jacking at this cock. When he had had enough, he abruptly stood and turned to face me again. Before I could get back to work on his cock, and lap up the leaking pre-cum, he stopped me and told me to strip. I was so eager to comply that I almost tore my clothes off. In a matter of a couple minutes, I was lying face down on the bed with Bear kneeling between my spread legs. I felt a cold wet on my hole as he began applying the lube. After using his fingers to open me up, he placed the head of his cock at my hole and pulled me up and onto him. As I came up to my knees in front of him, he slowly impaled me on his shaft till his crotch and furry belly were firmly planted against my ass and back. Surprisingly, I felt none of the usual pain or discomfort at his invasion. He just kept a steady pressure as his cock easily slid into me. Once fully inside, he held me tight and slowly ground his hips in a small circular motion. Now it was my turn to growl and groan. Soon he began to pull back out of my hole almost to the tip, then stopped and held himself there momentarily, my hole spasming around his cock head. Almost without warning, he began to pound at my ass, pistoning his cock in and out like a jackhammer breaking a concrete sidewalk. His pounding was so forceful, I soon had my head jammed against the padded side of the truck sleeper. The sounds coming from the two of us filling the small space around us. I was groaning and uttering a steady sting of “Fuck. Oh yeah. Oh God!” etc.. He just kept up his growling, long and low and mean.

He kept his pounding pace steady for what seemed like ten minutes or more then froze in mid stroke and his growls turned to almost a howl. I felt his cock jumping and twitching inside me and I knew he had reached his orgasm. He reached down beneath me and began to stroke and jerk my cock. From the sensations in my ass and the speed of his stroking on my swollen dick, it seemed to take only a few minutes for me to shoot my load all over his bunk. As he stroked me, he had pulled me upright, and I shot with such force that there was cum on the ceiling and the wall in front of me. As we calmed down and steadied ourselves, Bear reached out to the wall and wiped some of the dripping cum off with his fingers and fed it to me. When he pulled his fingers from my mouth, he turned my face towards him and we shared my cum through a deep kiss, his tongue probing and searching for the remnants of my juices. Then he eased his now wilting piece from my hole, the thick head making a popping sound as it exited.

We collapsed onto the soft bed and he held me in his arms, gently stroking my bare skin as I caressed his chest and ran my fingers through the thick fur. After a long while we got up and slowly dressed. We both had long distances to cover and needed to get moving. Before I exited the cab, he passed me a business card. It was a simple card with the ‘Bear Pride’ flag on one side. On the other it simply read “Bear” and a phone number.

“Text me anytime.” He said. “You’re a guy I’d like to see again sometime.”

“Me too.” I replied. And with that I opened the door and climbed down out of the cab. As I closed the door, he was already shifting the gears and slowly rolling away. After he passed, I walked back to my car. I sat there for a few minutes taking in the events of the past hour or so and staring at the card in my hand. Then I reached for my cell phone and sent a simple text; “Now you have my number too. Text me when you can.”