Gay Erotic Stories

Drove down to the soccer fields, usually empty early in the morning. Sprinklers were on and no workers around yet. A few cars trolled up and down the river road, including mine. You never know what you'll get in a pot luck situation, but there are a few reliable gems.

Guy in the Green Truck was there, sure enough. I swear I've seen him there almost every time I get out (which is just a few times a year). White guy in good shape. He's got a great smile and a killer dick. But he's really selective. He's perpetually horny, always wanting to be sucked and serviced, no doubt about it. Yet fickle. He'll make you schlurp his pole one day and then dis you for months. He hadn't given me a tumble for ages.

Passed him a few times where he sat parked in his usual spot, in the shade under the trees where no one can park behind him. He watches the road from his seat and plays with himself while talking on the phone. There's always a sport jacket hung in the window of his truck. Clearly killing time before heading to work.

I risk it and park across the street, roll down my window, and give him a cool look through my sunglasses. He glances my way. Nothing. His cell call continues. I wait a beat, then play my fingers along the door. He points to his phone. I wait a bit longer then recline my seat and let him see my arm move up and down as my hand plays beneath the view of passing cars.

Just as I'm about to give up . . . he reaches around and I think he's about to drive away . . . he reclines his seat. Now just his eyes can be seen scanning the road for lookie loo truckers or rangers. My heart skips a beat. Did he just do that . . . is he looking at me. Yeah he's off the phone.

Now he puts one foot on the seat and his knee rises into view . . . a naked knee . . . man he's got his pants off. I look at his eye again and there is no mistaking his intent. His left hand is working his meat, clearly. . . . but with his right he simulates pushing my head down, down, down in his lap.

Soon as the next string of cars and trucks passed I hopped out of my car and dashed across to his area. A woman jogger passed . . . I whistled a moment. Then I walked to the passenger seat. He's got both legs up and I can see it all . . . shirt up behind his head . . . I can see that amazing chest . . . his left hand is working his distended meat slowly . . . and his balls are already rising and falling.

I jump inside quickly, remove my glasses, check for cars and dive into his lap

TO BE CONTINUED...

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