Gay Erotic Stories

This is an almost entirely true story. My company’s picnic always lands on a hot early August day. Thankfully the park where we held it last year had a pool, so it usually turned out to be a pleasant, lazy day. This year, I decided to rent a car rather than hop one of the buses the company provided from our headquarters in the city. I invited my co-worker P from another office to ride with me. He’s an outgoing, very good-natured guy whom I had met out for drinks with his partner a few times and we got along great. We don’t work directly together so I don’t see him much. We had a nice ride, chatting away, and arrived at the picnic around 10:30 a.m. I didn’t see him most of the day -- there were about 1,000 people there, we’ve both been at the company a long time and know a lot of the employees. I had been playing volleyball in the pool for most of the afternoon when P finally got in. We caught up on which guys caught our eyes, zeroing in on this hot Italian guy from one of the Long Island offices. He had a sexy, fit body with some tattoos, was wearing board shorts and you could see his underwear band peeking out (this is where my eyes always go first; sucker for underwear). Then we knocked the ball around for a while with some other guys from P’s office who I quickly gleaned were gay as well. No one I was particularly attracted to, but it was fun and comfortable.

As it came time to leave, we headed to the changing room to get out of our wet trunks for the ride home. I’ve been slowly becoming a bit more exhibitionistic and instead of changing quickly I took off my trunks and slowly, deliberately packed my knapsack and dried off thoroughly before getting dressed. P did the same and one of the other guys peeked over a couple times to check us out. P is a few inches shorter than I am, and muscular and compact with tightly cropped early- graying hair. I’m fairly lean, but fit, with buzz-cut dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. This is a fairly conservative company and it was a work event of course, so there were no locker-room type shenanigans, but I think we all felt a palpable sexual energy as we changed. I didn’t get hard, but there was some definite flow down there and I wasn’t too shy about letting my now-heavier cock be seen. Once we were dressed, P and I headed to my car. On the walk to the parking lot we talked more about the hot guy and hinted at our respective horniness. I started the car and let the AC go for a minute before we got in. When we finally got in the car, I waited just an extra second to let P get in and gave my crotch an “adjustment” so he could see the outline of my swelling cock, knowing that he was looking over. He gave a chuckle and so did I as we both knew that I did it for his benefit. We chatted more explicitly about how horny we were and that we should just rub one out right there, but laughed it off and headed back to the city.

We had already made a plan to go home, change and meet up for happy hour. As we headed to the highway, we kept the conversation flirty and sexual, and I mentioned something about transportation sex. I was going to tell this fun story at happy hour about an experience I had on a red-eye back from LA, but ended up telling it on as we got onto the highway. By the end of the tale, we were both pretty worked up. He said he had a story as well, but then all he said was that he gave a guy head while the other guy drove while staring at me. This was the end of couching what was going on in stories and jokes -- he was full-on making a proposition. I looked over at him with a cocked eyebrow and said “yeah?” and he just sort of nodded and looked at my crotch. I unbuttoned my shorts and tried pulling out my then-rock hard 7.5” cock, but between the seat belt and my cock’s positioning in my white CK hip briefs, plus driving 65 miles an hour, I needed some help. P wasted no time in reaching over, expertly pulling me out and diving down on my cock. It felt so good as he expertly worked me over, and the sensations of his hot mouth then the cool as he pulled off and the air hit my wet cock. He went at it for about 10 minutes like a man possessed, only letting up whenever I indicated -- I didn’t want to cum just then. There was some traffic, and I wonder if anyone figured out what was going on. I think a couple people did. Anyway, P was eager for me to cum, but I wasn’t sure if he’d swallow and didn’t want to end up with cum all over my shorts and shirt. Silly concern, but what can I say, that’s what I thought. I rubbed him through his shorts for a while, and reached in for a feel. Nice cock, good girth, maybe an inch smaller than mine.

We decided that he needed to stop as we got closer to the Lincoln Tunnel. I was still rock hard and left my cock out for a bit waiting for it to go down. Didn’t help that he kept staring at it hungrily. We laughed and joked about what we were doing which helped lower the sexual energy in the air, so finally I put it away and zipped up. I dropped him at his place and we decided to meet at 5:30, just about an hour from then. The bar was pretty empty at that time and we had a couple drinks -- courage for what may come later. He suggested we go for a walk. It became pretty clear that he was steering us towards his place, about 10 blocks away. He mentioned that his partner was out till 9 p.m. We got to his place and he showed me around, took me to the roof to see the view. Once back in his apartment, we stood by the air conditioner to cool down, looked at each other and then stripped naked in a heartbeat.

We grappled with each other on his bed, giving into the appetite for aggressive, hot summer afternoon sex that had been building all day. We kissed hard and explored each other’s bodies with our eager hands. I slid down the bed and took his cock in my mouth like it was water after a month in the desert. I flipped him over and moved my mouth to his firm ass. I slid my tongue in his warm, moist hole and he was going crazy. If I had wondered whether he was a bottom, I wondered no more. I took control of the sex and switched between rimming and sucking him, and telling him to suck me, grabbing his head and fucking his mouth. I held off on what I knew he wanted, and then I let him have it. I started fucking him hard, and we were both sweating and grunting and getting really into it. I had brought my poppers which he had never tried, so I showed him how to take a sniff. Once he did, I knew how he would feel in a moment and really started pounding him. From his moans, almost animalistic, I could tell that he was in ecstasy and I was feeling it too. After a while we flipped over and he straddled me, riding my cock for all it was worth. He couldn’t hold out any longer and let loose a huge hot white load all over my chest. He slowed down, still massaging my cock with his hole. I looked into his eyes and watched a very satisfied smile spread across his face. Never breaking eye contact, I wiped my hand across my chest and brought it to my mouth, eating his cum. I did that till it was gone, making sure to give him some too, which turned us both on. He rode me a little harder now and brought me close to the edge. I asked if he wanted it and he just said “yes… yes… yes… yes…” and kept repeating it quietly. I pulled his head towards me and said here it comes and started kissing him as I thrust a 5-day load deep into his ass. After he milked it all out, we collapsed together on the bed laughing at how fun that was and the bodily relief and sweet exhaustion we felt. We cuddled a bit as we caught our breath, then I slid under the covers to suck some of my cum out of his ass. Tasty! Knowing that his partner would be home within the hour, we quickly showered and said our goodbyes. I was lightheaded with pleasure and couldn’t go home just yet, so I went back to the bar and told my favorite bartender the whole story. We hooked up once since, but I wasn’t really feeling it. I think it was just the magic of that day.