Gay Erotic Stories

For the last nine years or so, I have published stories on MOTNES. In fact, I have been a fan of the site from the beginning. Today, this story, is the first one that I have written in first person. Most of the stories have a foundation of reality, but always flow better with a dash or two of fantasy. Some might find this to be a dull story, but the truth is, this is a true story.

My name is Glenn, I am 52 years old and I am self-employed. Yes, I know that is a vague answer to the question of “what kind of work do you do for a living?” question. Honestly, I want you to know that I am a Psychologist who owns a private counseling office in central Mississippi. I am short (5’9”) and over weight (250lbs) with thinning gray hair, which I keep in a short cut. My dick is the smallest that you will ever try to see. The little devil is a grower, for sure. With a hairy body, I fall into the category of bear and with my age, the category of daddy. Most of the time, on the web sites that I visit, I will go by the name Papa Bear, or something very close.

Every year I plan a trip to New Orleans, either to earn additional continuing education credits or to present a lecture series on a subject such as “Unresolved Grief” or “The Loss that Keeps Taking”. I use the campus of University of New Orleans for my base of educational operation. The campus is located on the south shore of Lake Pontchartrain in, at one time, a very prestigious neighborhood. I still love the atmosphere of UNO’s campus, and in the post-Katrina years, I will do everything that I can to support that university.

The timing of my business trip to New Orleans is always Thursday, Friday and Saturday following Fat Tuesday, or Mardi Gras. Technically, it is a dead week for everyone in the city. The class rooms are available and those who are serious about their education are eager to work with us. The schedule calls for Thursday morning session, lunch and afternoon session. There is a break and then a nice New Orleans banquet followed by a final session of the evening, ending at 8:00pm. The Conference continues on Friday, but, did you notice that Thursday night is OPEN? The design is fantastic. There is no assignments that are due on Friday, there is not a chaperone at your dorm room to check what time you came in, or what condition you came in. True FREE time for 12 hours.

Some of the participates of the conference will want to walk through the French quarter and others will head to the casinos, but I know where I want to go. I have a plan. There are three places that I always want to visit when I return to town, they are: The Phoenix/The Eagle, Rawhide, and one of the bath houses. Thursday evening, night and Friday morning, is all about mixing pleasure with business.

My thinking is to start at The Phoenix and work my way toward the bath house. Some driving is required to get the 10 or more blocks from The Phoenix to the center of the action, so, a couple of drinks (screwdrivers to start the evening off for me) and a couple of hours to let them absorb and I am good. The bar is quiet, as expected on a Thursday night at an early hour. There are fewer than 10 people in the building, including the bar tender, Randy. One young man is playing pool. A couple are kissing. All in all, a relaxing atmosphere for me to unwind and just chill. Randy tells me that in one hour The Eagle, an upstairs room/leather/bear/bar will open an that more men will be arriving soon. The clientele is an older generation, which is most comfortable for me. Everyone is polite and kind, with a few wanting to engage in conversation. In all of my years, I have never been to The Eagle and tonight I was going to be brave enough to go up those stairs and experience what I have been hearing about.

Soon, a young man came in and went straight to the pool table and they started playing strip pool. Shirts were off, then shoes followed by socks. The young man had on overalls and was looking very sexy as he only hooked one side back after he removed his shirt. All eyes were on him as they played. I got the feeling that he could have made every shot on the table, if he had wanted to, but instead he allowed himself to lose to a lesser player. As part of losing, he had to walk around the bar and let us feel him, plus, he had to choose one and kiss him. (If this were a fictional story, he would have kissed me)

The doors were swinging now as several people were arriving. The Eagle was about to open. As soon as it was open, there were five people that rushed up stairs. I finished my drink and conversation before I climbed the stairs to a small and dark room. My eyes had to adjust to the darkness. I was placing my drink order when an older man told the bartender “this one is on me”. I thanked him and chatted with him.

Thinking to myself, this is going to get interesting. Here it was 9:30pm and I had already seen a naked pool player, been bought a drink and now, every one of the five men who came up stairs first, had their shirts off. I look around and Don, the bartender also had his shirt off. The man who bought my drink, started unbuttoning my shirt. I allowed him to continue as we talked.

One of the men came over and introduced his friend to me, as if I already knew him. We became very friendly very fast. I was kissing a man from New York who looked like Tom Selleck. He had nothing but a black jock strap on, and it was not covering things that it was designed to protect. My new friend “Tom” wanted someone to “fuck my New York Hairy Ass right now.” I don’t know who, but someone did while “Tom” was sucking my dick. The thrust and the energy or was it the atmosphere and booze that made me go wild. I lost my first load for the night, but it was huge. A load of cum that had been building up for more than a week, exploded into “Tom’s” hot mouth while his hot hairy New York ass was getting some Southern hospitality.

Damn, this is only my first stop of the night. I have a schedule to keep and need to get to the bath house before midnight for the 1/2 price special. As much as I would love to stay and enjoy, I must move onward. Off to Rawhide I go. Parking at this time of night is simple and within 2—3 blocks of where you want to be. Rawhide is as the name suggest, rough looking crowd, but comfortable once you get inside.

The crowd tonight was a good mix of younger guys with some in their early 40’s. Most were in their “straight from the office” clothing, but a few were in their “never leave the dungeon without your leather on” attire. I switch to drinking Budweiser from this point forward, mostly because I am walking from here the rest of the night, and that is what most of the other bar patrons are drinking.

There is a game of pool going on, but not nearly as exciting as at The Phoenix. A portion of the bar is an open area in the back without any lights on. You would have to walk through that room to get to the restrooms. I like to go into the dark corner and watch the activities around me. You could call me a voyeur in this regard. The restrooms are the place of contact at Rawhide, however, the later in the evening, the more open people are in their pleasures.

A young 6’2” man in his early 40’s sees me from across the room, he walks past me and enters the restroom. I don’t think anything about him, until he returns and backs his ass up to my dick. Then he leans back kisses my cheek and said, “I want to please daddy tonight”. My dick went from soft and hidden to rock hard and very noticeable in 3 seconds. My hands were all over this hunk of a hot man. I had one nipple in my right hand the other in my left. Such a firm hairy chest he had and a “treasure trail” that led me to his 7 1/2 inch uncut cock. I told him in my best “mean daddy” voice to drop his fucking pants and let me see his ass before I spanked it hard.

I found a chair and with him across my knees, I spanked his ass for a good five minutes. We had drawn a crowd who were eagerly watching. My boy was being punished and I was enjoying the hell out of the attention. I made him make a verbal apology to me an all of my friends for not speaking to us when we first came in. Then I told him that in order to make up for his rude behavior, I wanted him to go around the circle (about 7 people at this point) and lick their dick (not suck) while they told him who they were, and if they needed to spell their full names while he was licking, that was ok too.

When he got to me, he backed in and bent over. I shot my cum on his red ass after only 15 good strokes. He asked me if he could pull his pants back up now. I told the boy that he could as long as he remembered this lesson. “Good boy,” I told him as he left my cum on his ass under his jeans.

At the clock got close to 12:00 midnight, I felt like Cinderella at the ball. Needing to arrive and check in at FLEX before 12 in order to get the 1/2 price on a private room was important to me. I also had a free one day pass membership coupon to use. Total cost for a night at the bath house was $10.00. Not that is an economic and sexual stimulus rolled up into one.

The only other Flex that I have been to was in Atlanta. A nice new chain of gyms that offer much more than just a place to workout. Flex New Orleans is a completely restored building. Impressive new space with hotel like public space. First floor was the not so standard wet area, steam room (large enough for 30 people with dividers for some personal space) and whirlpool (would hold 25 people without any problem).

The second floor was the large sauna that had a window overlooking the whirlpool and shower area. Third floor was the gym area but also had a snack bar with a large flat screen TV (not playing porn) and a video room (playing porn). The next two floors were dedicated to the guests rooms. Each one had a TV with 3 channels of porn and a couple of local stations plus a news and weather channel.

The play areas were the special part of FLEX. One floor had a section of glory hole cubicles and a couple of “dark rooms” for those who wish to grope and remain anonymous. The other floor had more of a dungeon theme going on. There was a sling and a cross along with chains and a fuck bench. There is also a roof deck that was closed during my visit.

My exploration took me from bottom to top and the typical cruising looks were exchanged. After my two loads that I shot at the bars, I was not overly horny and in need of dick--plenty to look at and enjoy others in their attainment of need.

Needing some rest before my Friday of business, I returned to my room to watch porn. I left my door open, just in case something hot comes along. Before the end of the first porn film, a very hot, very sexy, young 28 year old passed by and then came back to ask me about a hat that was next to my bed. He came in and I removed his towel to discover a snake of a dick hanging from his young body. I sucked and sucked some more. He was standing on my bed with his hands on the ceiling, dancing his dick into my mouth. He sat on my lap and gave me a lap dance that must have been worth $500.00. I shot another load of cream and he left.

I slept a sound 3 hours before I got up and performed the 4 S’s: Shit, Shave Shower and Shove off for the day of lectures that was ahead of me. Mixing pleasure with business is the only way to go.

My story is not intended to be an advertisement for any of the establishments that I have visited, but you can take it as a customer endorsement of a very satisfied customer. I wish for you a pleasant business trip soon.

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