Steamy Hot Gay Erotica Short Stories Volume 2

Late Night Fill Up

He blinked, trying to confirm that his eyes were open. The space around him was blackened dark, and although Markel seemed to expect the morning sun to be filtering through the curtains, it wasn't. Confusion set in as his fingers fumbled around the small wooden table at the side of his bed.

"Fuck!" Markel groaned when a half-full glass of water toppled over and spilled to the floor.

Markel squinted against the bright and offensive blue light illuminating the room from his phone when it came to life. It took a tiny second to focus and even less time to realize that he had slept through his alarm and was just about to be late for work. He grumbled, stirring the man sleeping next to him when he launched out of the bed spewing a few choice obscenities.

"Mornin." Rawly's groggy sleep-filled voice whispered.

"Yeah." Markel quipped as he slid the black Dickies pants up his thick muscular thighs and over his rounded ass. "Mornin. I woke up late. Sorry I woke you."

Markel climbed up the bed, positioning himself over Rawly's body, and leaned down to press a quick kiss to Rawly's pouty lips.

"You should get under the covers." Rawly suggested attempting to pull Markel down to him. "Don't leave me." He whined.

"You're an evil tempter." Markel said wistfully. Markel brushed his hand over the tented blanket and down Rawly's lean body until he found Rawly's long, steel-hard shaft and gripped it. "Wish I could baby, but I gotta go."

There was probably nothing more in this world that Markel wanted but to stay, to lay next to Rawly, underneath him. To feel Rawly's sweaty, breathless body's friction against his own, hearing the animalistic grunts as Rawly pounded into him. No probably about it. God, how he wanted to play hooky tonight.

Rawly was working hard to convince his man to stay with him as Markel finished readying himself and shot out the door in a huff. "Sleep well!"

With the car started, a text sent to his lead to announce that he was running late and Markel was off, darting down the road and on his way still wishing he was with Rawly. He reached down, fisted, and stroked his hard-on through his black denim pants. Its warmth transferred through the fabric and into his palm. Markel groaned.

"Coffee!" Markel spoke into the dark empty cabin of his car when he breached the hilltop and spotted the lit-up sign of an all-night gas station.

Markel strolled into the desolate store, adjusting his half-hard cock into what he hoped was a less obvious position. Thoughts of Rawly's naked body, and his begging for Markel to stay continued to fuel his desire and rendered him somewhat oblivious to his surroundings.

He padded in his lustful haze, past the young man behind the counter of the dingy little store towards the unsuspectingly high-tech single-serving coffee machine. He read across the six buttons that labeled his hot caffeinated options and unconsciously fondled his dick through the pocket of his jeans.

"Three dollars and sixty-seven cents." It wasn't until the blonde-headed cashier spoke that Markel was drawn back to the present.

Markel's brown eyes locked into the other's bright blue eyes. His milky white skin was smooth against those high cheekbones. His cock twitched just below the level of the countertop between them. When his pink lips arched into a smile, Markel felt his face start to burn hot.

His goofy smile held uncomfortably long and wasn't broken until the cashier repeated the total of Markel's purchase. "Uh, oh. I'm, sorry I was lost in thought." Markel stammered.

"It's ok. What were you thinking about?" The blonde asked, singing teasingly.

Markel looked down instantly, noticing the white tag pinned to the man's shirt. "Nothing." He sighed. "Sam." He added quickly.