GAY EROTIC STORY
"Blue Collar"

It’s a steamy Saturday afternoon, and I’m horny for sweaty sex with a blue-collar man. This neighbourhood, with its cheap rents, attracts single guys, especially European construction workers. Cruising them is a real turn-on for me. Often, their macho attitudes barely mask their need to get their rocks off. Some of them want it so bad I can smell it. Then, I love staring at his crotch or “accidentally” brushing my body against his. I’ve had lots of success doing this. Sometimes, when he signals his interest, I’ll follow him back to his apartment, but I’ve also had lots of sex in washrooms and back alleys.

Last weekend, in a clothing store, I spotted a heavy-set man whose crotch had a conspicuous bulge. I didn’t hide my attraction to his growing hard-on, and it wasn’t long before I lured him into a changing room. I wanted him to fuck me, but when he lowered his pants and humped his hips forward, offering his cock, I knew he wanted a blowjob. That was okay with me. I figured if I could get him worked up enough, he’d empty his load any way he could.

In the meantime, his juicy, uncut dick invited sucking, and I quickly got to my knees, opened the foreskin with my fingers, and used my tongue to lick the slimy crown and inner lining of the hood. Then, when I wrapped my lips around his hairy balls, he held my head, wanting more, pressing his erection against my face. I could feel the wet pre-cum trickle down my cheek, and I quickly engulfed the hooded crown and slowly sucked the whole shaft deep into my throat.

He loved that, and I let him rock his hips back and forth, fucking my face for several minutes.

Then his pace increased, his moans deepened, and his grip on my head tightened. So I stood up, dropped my trousers, and reached behind me to spread my butt cheeks. Almost instantly, the tip of his cock pushed against the rim, then past it. There was no stopping him now. He thrust his pelvis, driving his erection deep into my guts, and with each plunge, I could feel his balls slap my ass. He held me by the hips, and I tightened my butt muscles, wanting as much cock as he could feed me.

I knew he was close to shooting when his rhythm changed to long powerful strokes. I wanted to cum with him, so I placed one of his hands on my cock. Each time he thrust his hips, he squeezed my erection, until he gave one final slam. He uttered a deep groan. I knew my guts were being flooded. Then he wrapped his other arm around my chest and held me tight as he emptied his load. I could feel his hot breath against my neck and feel the head of his cock swell inside each time he released another spurt. His grip on my hard-on didn’t let go, and I soon spewed a stream of cum against the wall of the cubicle.

After our breathing slowed, I reached between my legs to fondle his balls, and he rocked his hips against my ass several times before pulling out.

“Thank you,” I said. “I like the way you fuck.”

“My name is Gino. You come to my place?” he asked.

“I’d like that,” I said, and we both zipped up our pants. Fifteen minutes later, we were standing naked in his shower, soaping each other’s body. Just from the way Gino looked at me, I knew he was hungry for a lot more sex. He was running his hands over my nearly hairless body, holding my ass, and pressing his rough, hairy flesh against mine. His cock was hard, and I let him slide it between my soapy thighs, squeezing it with my leg muscles. He was a passionate kisser, and our tongues battled for dominance. When I turned my back to him, inviting him to fuck me again, he slid two fingers inside my hole and massaged the rim. But then he stopped, stepped out of the shower, and handed me a towel. After we were dry, he led the way to a king-sized bed, lay on his back, and spread his legs. His big, furry body was a fantasy for a bear-loving man like me. I wanted to suck his spongy nipples and bury my face in his hairy chest, but that could wait until I worked him up with a first-class blowjob. However, he surprised me. Reaching under his pillow, he pulled out a bottle of lube, squirted some onto his fingers, and raised his knees. I watched as he greased his hairy asshole, then I replaced his fingers with mine, slowly stretching the rim and exploring the soft lining. His head jerked back. His body twisted in obvious pleasure. And he lifted his legs so I had even more access.

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