Gay Erotic Stories

The Ride

Speeding down the road on a boring hot Sunday afternoon is heaven for me because I had just finished washing my 1968 Camaro SS 396 convertible. It’s midnight blue with a white convertible top and blue and white interior. I have seventeen inch wheels on my ride. Also, I haven’t had it very long, I would say about four months. My ride cost me $20,000 to get it the way I wanted it to look. Damn, I must say my ride is a real looker!

After spending a few hours washing and waxing my ride, I took her out for a spin. I drove all over town and now I was going through the hood to take a shortcut back to my friend’s house.

I heard a thump from under the hood of my car. “What the fuck?” I shouted. Then my car started cutting back until it was crawling. Just my luck! I swung into a convenience store parking lot.

The bad luck was compounded as this was as bad part of the hood. I am not worried, because I am 6’4” and some 225 lbs. I am medium brown with muscles. I had on a b-ball jersey and a pair of cargo shorts. I can take care of myself and if push comes to shove, a car is just that—a car.

I tried the car a few more times and she just turned over and over. Damn! I got out of my car and went into the store and got a soda. I came back out and popped the hood on my ride. As I was looking at the motor, I had a few brothas offer suggestions, but I know they didn’t know what they were talking about. Although, this old man came up and was spouting about what was going on with his ’72 Caddy and how he had to do this and that to get it back running.

Well, I figured it was something with the carburetor, so I was trying to remember what I used to do with my other old car when it wouldn’t start. This brotha came over to help me out. He was about 6’ and 200 lbs, brown skin, and he looked like Robert Horry of the San Antonio Spurs. He had on a basketball jersey and matching shorts.

This dude had a serious body and about twenty tattoos. He said his name was jerry. I told him my name was Tom. He had dreads and a shallow beard. He carried a 22 ounce beer in his hand. He remarked, “Yo, she cut out on you?”

I said, “Yeah man, I’m trying to see what’s going on with her, but my guess is some trash got in the carburetor and caused it to die.

He then said, “Yeah that might be the problem.” He left and came back in a few minutes with some carburetor cleaner and wouldn’t you know it, the bitch cranked right up. After racing the motor for a few seconds, I was ready to leave. I thanked home boy and asked if he ever needed anything, to let me know. He then said he needed a ride. I said, “Cool, but I can’t go too far with my car acting up.”

He said, “It’s not far. Where’re you heading?”

I told him that I was going to the east side of town, over by the parkway. He said that was near where he was going; he was going over to 4th Street. With the top down, I turned on my radar detector, blasted the radio, and burned up the road getting back home.

I was driving down the streets at top speed. My ride was telling everybody to move, get out of her way. I looked over at Jerry a few times to check him out. He’s got smooth skin and a rhythm of his own. I could tell he was looking at me too, just to try and read my expressions and body language. I knew he was a hustler, so I knew what was about to happen.

As I swung up on the parkway and exited off on 4th Street, I asked Jerry, “So where you want me to drop you off bruh?”

He said, “Here, third house on the left.”

I said, “Okay” and pulled over in front of the house. He asked, “You got some change I can borrow?”

I was thinking the probability of me seeing you again or getting my money back is like zero, so I give it to you just to get you out of my car. I reached into my shorts and pulled out the change from the soft drink I had. I had like a few ones and two twenties also in my pocked. I offered him the dollar bills and coins. I could tell he wanted the twenties.

Jerry then said, “Man can I hold them 20’s?”

I said, “Naw man, I got some bills to take care of.”

He then said, “Man, you riding here in this car, I know you ain’t broke.”

I replied, “If you knew how much I spent, you would probably be giving me money.”

He asked, “What could I do for the twenties?”

I said, “You tell me.”

He said, “I have been known to do thangs.”

I said, “Cool, what kind of thangs?”

He said, “What ever you want.” And at that time he grabbed my dick. He then nodded and said, “Come with me.”

I raised the top on my car and locked the doors, then followed him to the house. He knocked on the door and somebody let him in. I could tell this was a crack or flop house.it wasn’t as nasty and dirty like you see on TV, but it was bare. You saw a plastic chair, card table and a bucked or a trash can.

We walked upstairs to a door on the left. He knocked on the door and said something. I was too busy looking around to understand what he said. Then he opened the door and we went into the room. It was bare except for a plastic chard, a round wooden table, and what looked like some paper towels in the corner next to some old clothes.

He then said, “So was sup?”

I said, “Do you thang homey.”

He said, “How you like it partner?”

I said, “Strip.” He then grinned and began to do a strip tease. First he took off his shirt and then he danced around. Next thing I know he had got up on the table and began to do a dance, slowly taking off his shorts. I then reached in my pocket and threw out some ones on the table. He then turns up the dancing. I stood up and gave his ass a grab, then a smack and pulled down his boxers.

He then turned around on the table and bent over in front of me. I grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks and blew some hot air on his asshole. I sat in the chair and then he gets off the table and begins to get on his knees in front of me. He begins to suck my dick, working his tongue around in circles on the nipple. Then he went down to the shaft and to my balls. Then he swallows my dick whole—all the way to my balls. Then I began to face-fuck him, slamming my nuts against his chin.

After a few minutes of sucking my dick, I pulled him up and bent him over the table. I began to rub my dick on his ass and then grind it between his ass cheeks, as I bit and licked on his neck. After a few minutes, he began to grind that ass back on my dick and I began to dry hump his ass, while licking his ear lobes. I slowly began to finer fuck him. He was moaning and mumbling shit… “Fuck…damn…” After I had worked two fingers into him, it was time to fuck.

I pushed back against his ass and began to work my dick in his hole. He begins to squirm as I slide in more dick. Soon it was half in and I made the push to get the rest all the way in him. I began to pump his ass with short strokes, then bending him over, I grabbed the table and began to fuck his ass hard, hitting his ass in short jabs, the long strokes.

I was fucking his ass so hard that the table began to move across the floor. Homeboy is now moaning and groaning in a deep voice. I flip him over on his back and put his legs on my shoulders. I slid my dick in his ass and began to fuck him some more. In the meantime, I start stroking his nipples and then putting my fingers in his mouth, one at a time. Then I grabbed the table and began to bang that ass!

Out the corner of my eye, I see somebody at the door peeping through a crack. The door pushes open and this dark skinned guy about 6’2” and 200 lbs with muscles everywhere, bald head, with a wife beater t-shirts and Carolina blue shorts, walked into the room. He closes the door and says, “I want some of this. I’m Raysean.”

Then Jerry responds to Raysean, “This party ain’t free bruh!”

He then reaches into his shorts and pulls out a wad of bills two inches thick. He peels off five twenties and rops them on Jerry’s chest. Jerry takes the money and slides it under him. He drops his shorts and puts his dick in Jerry’s mouth. He begins to work his dick deep into Jerry’s mouth. Raysean’s very long and thick.

Soon he bends over the table and is eye-to-eye with me. I bend over and begin to suck his nipple through his shirt. I moved to the other nipple and began to move up his chest, licking and biting all the way. This drives the brotha crazy; you could hear him sucking on his teeth.

I got to his chin and ran my tongue along his chin, then on top of his lips. He then puts a hand behind my head and pulls me close to him and then he sticks in his tongue. For a few minutes, I had forgotten I was fucking Jerry. He had a hot mouth and a long tongue.

After the kiss, I pulled up his shirt and began to suck on his nipples some more. He again pulled me off them to suck face. This time I pulled his tongue into my mouth and began to suck up and down on it. At this point Raysean was beginning to feel it and making noises.

I turned loose his tongue, and made a few more pumps in Jerry’s ass. Then I walked over behind Raysean. I wrapped both arms around him and began to grind my dick on his ass, as I am licking my way down his body. He had a nigh muscular ass with just enough jiggle for slapping.

Raysean then said, “Yo man, I don’t get fucked!”

I said, “Okay, cool.” With little bites and licks on his ass, I parted them cheeks and went for that asshole. I began to blow some hot air on it and lick it. Next, I began to poke my tongue into his asshole, wiggling my tongue and poking it a little deeper with every movement. I didn’t know homeboy had inched his way almost flat on top of Jerry, who was still sucking his dick and balls.

I put one of Raysean’s legs on the table to get better access to his ass, and went back to work. This time I began to tongue-=fuck him harder than before. He was really moving around and moaning, as I got more of my tongue into his ass. I wrapped my hands around his waist and began to pull that ass back on my tongue.

He almost hit the ceiling. I began to tongue fuck him into the middle of next week, forcing my face deep in between his ass cheeks and sticking my tongue deep into his asshole. A few minutes of this and I pulled my tongue out and replaced it with my finger. I guess he was still in a daze, because after a minute or two of finger fucking, allowing my middle finger all the way into that tight virgin ass, I replaced it with rock hard dick.

That ass was tight, so I began to grind my hips around in circles at first while telling him to relax.

After grinding on his ass, rubbing his nipples, licking his neck and ear lobes, not to mention blowing hot air in his ear, I started to fuck that ass. First short strokes, then long strokes. He was so tight his ass was squeezing the nut out yo dick. I knew he couldn’t take much dick, so after about five minutes, I came—his ass was good. That nut was like dynamite going off. I could feel his body jerk as the streams of cum shot off in him. He then let out a loud yell and his body tensed up and began to jerk as he came in Jerry’s mouth.

He was covered in sweat and breathing hard. I smacked that ass and grabbed hold of his ass cheeks and massaged them. I pulled out of him and then walked around to the front of him as he lay on top of Jerry. I then stuck my semi-hard dick in his mouth and watched him suck it back hard again. He wasn’t good at sucking dick, so I slowly face-fucked him and let him lick my balls.

After I got my dick back rock hard, I returned to Jerry’s ass. I slid over and wrapped Jerry’s legs around my body. I rammed my dick up in him and he moaned loudly. I grabbed hold of Raysean and pulled him down to Jerry’s dick.

He began to suck on Jerry’s dick. They were in a sixty-nine position. I began to fuck Jerry’s ass like no tomorrow. I could see Jerry’s hard dick jerk in and out of Raysean’s mouth with every thrust I made. I could feel Jerry’s ass and body tighten up and I knew soon he would nutt. Out of nowhere he bust a nut right in Raysean’s mouth. He then got up and wiped his mouth.

I fucked Jerry for a few more minutes as he bitched and hollered before I finally bust a nut deep in him. Next thing I know, Raysean wiped himself off with what looked like a shirt from the corner of the room, pulled his pants up and said, “Yo man, same time next week?”

I responded with “Iight” and looked at Jerry who was counting his money and nodding his head. I then sat down in the chair to catch my breath. Talk about a wild ride!

The end.