Gay Erotic Stories

One morning on a whim, I went to the street nude. The paper wasn't there, so I took my naked body to the park. Who was going to see? Joggers, that's who. I got some admiring whistles and thumbs up. So the next morning, I went out naked again, and again to the park. I tried to be a little discreet, going behind bushes when joggers were passing. But one jogger had circled around, came up behind me, grabbed me around the chest and pushed his crotch against my butt. He said, "You want to do this, huh?"

I said, "Do what?"

"Get fucked in the park." Before I could protest, he had me on the ground and his cock up my ass. I hadn't seen him but I could tell he had that hard rangy bod of a serious runner. And therefore he had a lot of stamina. He fucked me until the sun came up. His cock was still dripping cum when he pulled out of me and split. I didn't feel raped. I mean, what's a horny runner gonna do with a naked little Italian? I rushed home, as the sky got lighter. I thought, “That was pretty neat!”

The next day was my same routine, but a different jogger came right up to me and said, "Let's fuck right here." He was cute, too. The day after that, I brought a blanket and wound up with two joggers, one with his cock down my throat, the other fucked me. Every day I was naked in the park, getting fucked by a different jogger. But one morning after another 3-way, I was resting on the blanket when staring down at me was a huge, handsome man in just running shorts. But I didn't think he was a jogger. He was barefoot. He leaned down, wrapped me up in my blanket and heaved me (like a feather) over his shoulder. I was being kidnapped! I knew we climbed some stairs and were inside. He laid me on a bed and rolled me out of the blanket. I was naked, in a beautiful bedroom with a tall, handsome man.

He lay down beside me, pulled me close and kissed me. He said, "I would have asked, but I thought you wouldn't mind." I looked at him quizzically and he said, "I've been watching you for a week from my balcony." He gestured at a set of French doors that led to a tile balcony.

I said, "Oh, I see."

The guy said, "No, I saw!" I had to laugh and he joined in.

He said, "What's your name, pretty boy?"

"Joey. Yours?"

"Ray."

"And you could see me in the dark?"

Ray said, "Joey, there’s just one streetlight for 2 blocks. You were always in it. Joey blushed and Ray hugged him. "Joey, Joey, it was hot and it made me fall in love with you."

Joey said, "You don't mean..."

Ray put a finger on his lips, "Shhhh. Joey, if I was as pretty as you, I'd be fucking in the park, too. I'd be fucking you!" Joey kissed Ray. Ray rolled Joey over, lubed his ass and eased his 10 incher into the sweet young Italian boy. Joey was in heaven.

In the months that followed, they saw each other every day. Ray asked Joey to be his lover and move in. Joey readily accepted. One early morning, Joey was on the balcony. He said, "Ray, Ray, come see!” Ray joined Joey on the balcony and Joey pointed toward the park. There in the dim streetlight were two boys fucking in the park.

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