Gay Erotic Stories

There’s a public hunting area and swamp about 20 miles from where I live. It has a few parking lots and scenic overlooks that survey the marsh that encompasses the majority of the public hunting area. A couple of the parking lots are becoming known for being a bit “cruisey” – and if you’ve spent a little time there, you begin to see a pattern of the same drivers and vehicles.

A parking lot that is at the end of a 2 mile dead end gravel road is my favourite place to spend time reading, day-dreaming and jacking off. I usually pull in and lift the tail- gate of my truck and crawl in the back. I have several pillows to prop up to make myself comfortable whilst I read or get a few rays of the sun. The parking lot is next to a small wooded area at the bottom of a hill. The trees are able to provide shade late in the day. It’s my favourite area because of its remoteness and the simple fact that the other “familiar” cars rarely drive back there. And if they do, you’ve plenty of time to hear the tire crunch of gravel allowing you to cover up your nakedness.

I had had a few conversations on a couple of occasions with an older gentleman who drives a small white compact car. I liked the fact that he was intelligent, and knowledgeable on many topics. He had a very worldly outlook and was an interesting conversationalist. Those couple of conversations never led any further, but I looked forward to running into him whenever the urge to visit the area happened.

Late one summer morning, before the sun had become unbearably hot – I was parked in my favourite lot. I had been reading and drinking a soft drink in the back of my truck. I dozed off and had a quick nap. I must have been having a pretty good dream, because I woke with a raging hard on. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I quickly shucked off my shorts and settling back into the pillows, I spread my legs wide and started to stroke my cock. I went from one quick fantasy to another – and whenever I felt myself starting to build to a climax – I stopped stroking. I kept teasing myself for about an hour that way. I was really getting worked up.

I guess we all have peculiarities when we jack off – and I’m no exception. When I masturbate I always use a condom as it makes cleaning up easier. And I love to spread my feet and knees as far apart as I possibly can. I can’t explain why. Perhaps it’s the air that cools your crotch or the vulnerability you feel as your arse is exposed. I really don’t know but nevertheless, I find it quite exciting and that’s my preference and habit.

I raised my feet and braced them on each side of the window ledges of the truck, and scooted my butt down – enabling my legs to be in a “sitting” position. The breeze on my balls felt positively erotic as I slowing pumped my cock up and down. With my other hand, I lightly pinched my nipples through my T –shirt.

I dreamily imagined a warm mouth engulfing my cock and how good it would feel. It had been months since I had good blow job. It’s not that there weren’t opportunities, I’m just too damn selective for my own good, I guess.

Slowly I stroked my cock, stopping every once in a while to hold it by the base and wave it to attention – forestalling my climax. I stopped for a moment to run both hands up to my chest and flick my nipples with my thumbs. In my mind, I could feel a hot mouth slowing sucking my cock down to it’s base, the warmth of breath in my pubic hair and the slow retreat of that hot cum-sucking mouth to the head of my cock.

Feeling a vacuum of hotness with his mouth, I had him slowly and deeply sucking my cock. Up and down. Up and down. I kept flicking my nipples and wanted that talented mouth to tease my balls. Licking my balls, sucking them in and out of his mouth.

My fantasy was going into overtime.

I could feel him on my cock, and his finger lightly flicking my arsehole was driving me crazy. It seemed I couldn’t get my knees and feet wide enough as he alternately sucked my cock deeply and tongued my balls, switching between the two. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer at this pace – in fact, I was dangerously close to shooting my load, my breathing and moaning becoming stronger and louder. With both hands reaching down to caress my balls and cock, I imagined grabbing the sides of his head and holding him still, and I face-fucked him for all I was worth. Pulling him down the full length of my cock and holding him there, it only took five or six pumps to empty my load. My loud grunts were timed to each spurting ejaculation and I pumped a load and half into that condom. I was left panting and exhilarated by the intensity of my orgasm.

That incredibly talented hot mouth slowly slid up my cock and plopped out of his mouth. Jolting me awake and finding myself quickly confused, I suddenly heard him say, “Thanks, and cum again.” He turned and left.

I never heard the tires. I never heard the crunch of gravel as the little white car drove very slowly away retreating up the hill.