Gay Erotic Stories

A rush of passengers crowded hurriedly through the subway car doors, quickly filling every seat and leaving others steadying themselves by a firm grasp on the poles in the aisles. Tom Barton had never been to New York before and felt bewildered and a little frightened by the confusion about him but quickly grasped one of the poles. As the train lurched forward it sent those about him tumbling into each other. He leaned against the gentleman by him who was holding tightly to the pole and reached to steady himself. His hand missed the pole and grasped the gentleman’s upper arm. He felt the muscle; it was firm and hard and his eye followed the arm to the pole where he saw a large strong hand, smooth and beautiful as though carved out of marble. It reminded him of the Greek statues he had seen in the museum and he wondered if his whole body was as beautifully shaped in warm and living flesh. The thought of it created a stir in his loins and he felt himself becoming aroused. He tried to dismiss the thought from his mind. "Excuse me", he said to the gentleman standing beside him who held tightly to the pole. "I’m an out-of-towner and this is my first time standing on the sub-way." The gentleman looked at him with a wisp of a smile and said, "No problem, it's hard, isn't it?” I wondered exactly how he meant that as I stood with my body pressed firmly to his the jostling of the train causing me to rub continuously against him in a massaging motion. "I'm getting off at the next stop," I said. He smiled back and said, "so I am I. So I guess we'll get off together." These double entendres were driving me wild with wondering if he meant what I hoped he meant. Of course not, I thought. We are strangers and will never see each other again. I'm just super- horny today. I've got to think about something else. We both exited when the doors opened. I could have sworn he winked at me as he left but by then my imagination was running wild anyway. I headed for my hotel and immediately went to my room. I went to the shower and felt the warm water pounding on my tense body and covered myself with rich lather, closed my eyes and began to run my hands over my body imagining they were the strong smooth hands of the stranger. I stroked my raging erection but constrained myself before I had an orgasm. "No" I said, I mustn't". I quickly dried myself and dressed. I left the room, locking my door behind me and walked briskly to the elevator, pushed the bell and thumbed impatiently on the wall. The door opened and I stepped in. There was only one other passenger and I didn't look up. Then I heard a familiar voice. "Looks like we are together again." he said and I immediately recognized him as the handsome young man on the subway. I mumbled something about it not being too hard on the elevator" and immediately realized it didn't come out the way I intended. "Well, we could work on that", and this time there was not question about it. He winked. " I was just going for a bite to eat," I said. " Perhaps we could go together, " but I will need to go back up and change clothes. Come with me and we can go from there". I answered, "Sure." The elevator stopped in the lobby and we immediately reentered and pushed the number for floor 7. We stepped off the elevator and walked down the corridor together. He unlocked the door to his room and we went in. "I'll be out in a minute," he said and stepped to the alcove by the bathroom, took a suit from the closet, laid it on the bed and began taking of his clothes. I felt my face getting warm, but more than that, I felt myself getting the biggest erection I had ever had. I watched as he peeled off each layer, carefully folded them and put them in the closet. Then he turned facing me and held up his suit and said, "Does this look OK?" I looked at his magnificent body, smooth and strong, like his hands, and with a dryness in my mouth from the excitement I felt, I siad, "Beautiful, just perfect." And now I was doing the double talk. I couldn't take my eyes off him and he knew it. He walked slowly toward me, his very large appendage swinging at each step and growing a little longer. "Maybe you ought to look a little closer", he said. I felt my self swaying and I said, "I think I feel a little dizzy." He said, "Just remember to get a good grip on the pole and hold on." I couldn't hold back. I reached out and took his great erection in both hands. He smiled thrust himself toward me with each stoke. He began to unbutton my shirt and then he unhooked the belt of my trousers. I lifted my arms and my undershirt slid over my head under the guidance of his beautiful hands. And then I unsnapped my shorts and they tumbled around my feet. I knelt before him and opened my mouth wide, knowing that from the size of him, it would take all the stretching I could manage. He plunged forward and it was as though all I had dreamed about was coming true. I sucked savagely and he groaned with each movement. I could tell he was reaching his climax, but he pulled away from me and said," Wait, let's be together and he led me to the bed where he gently pushed me down and then reversed himself so that his head was at my crotch and mine at his. We both inhaled each other at the same time and furiously began sucking and stroking and fondling. His balls were large and firm and he was using his large hands to pull me to him and as he squeezed and moaned. We were perfect together. Never had there been such an orgasm. We both lay on the bed, our mouths filled with the spurting warm honey of each other, our hands moving swiftly into every crevice as we explored and realized the full ecstasy of the moment. And then it was done. We lay in each other’s arms a long time. I remember that evening, how could I forget it? I never saw him again. He didn't ask my name and I didn't ask his. But each time I am in New York, I go down to the subway station and watch and wait. I know the chances are one in a million, but then so was he.