Gay Erotic Stories

I¹ve got to admit, I love looking at men. They can be handsome studs, or scruffy drunks, it doesn¹t matter. I look first at their hair. Then their eyes and faces. Facial hair is a true turn on, but then, so is a clean shaven, well kept face. I check out their shoulders next. Then their hands. I love long fingers and prominent veins on the hands. If I can see their biceps, that¹s the next place I look. Then finally, I eye their basket. A prominent bulge is always promising, but often men keep their private parts really private. I like looking at men, and then fantasizing in my own mind what the two of us could do together. It matters not to me if I know the guy is gay or not. I¹ve had some hot encounters with men I¹ve thought were straight. Hell, sex is sex and most men, when their horny, will do it with anyone who¹s willing to do it back. After all, straight men might fuck a large rubber doll, their own hand, or even the family pet. It would be even more exciting to have a willing recipient on the other end, and I¹ve proven that to more men than I can count. Now I¹ve got to let you know that I¹m not half bad either. I¹m just a tad over six foot tall, have a slim body, covered with lots of hair. I keep a well trimmed goatee on my face, a nice tan on my body, my abs always visible, my arms pumped every day, a thinning head that turns some people on, and a 10 inch dick that¹s always rock hard and ready. I¹m cut, something that I certainly didn¹t have any control over. Some of my lovers have characterized me as a hot daddy, but I prefer bear lover myself. Like I said, I love to look at men and picture them in my house, my bed, my ass, any place where the two of us could spend endless hours in loving embraces, feeding on each others hormonal passions, and getting down and dirty. I have had many good lovers, but lately nothing long term. My fantasies seem to be stronger than any reality that I¹ve had lately. In fact, I¹m starting to worry about the obsession I have about one guy I work with. You see, I¹m a teacher. I teach middle school English in a high school and middle school combined in a small time in Alaska. The winters are long and dark, and the time along lends itself to writing, fantasies, and lots of video viewing and man handling my own dick. My current obsession is the high school science teacher, Marcus. Now, because the middle school is on the first floor and the high school on the second, I don¹t see Marcus all the time. But there are times when we meet as a staff, and he does supervise the weight room after school, and I go sneak a peek of him without his shirt on whenever I can. Marcus is about five inches taller than I am. He had a very clean, but hard looking face. It¹s like he does exercises with his face! It actually looks muscular, with high cheek bones and a small dimple in the middle of his chin. His hairline has not receded a bit, and his honey brow hair is cut short, and neatly kept. Marcus has very broad shoulders, hewn with daily exercises in the weight room. He is the weightlifting club advisor, and challenges the young bucks from high school to go farther, lift more, and grow, grow, grow. When I have been within viewing distance, I have seen his massive pecs. They look like inflated balloons, with sharp points as nipples and half dollar size purple flesh leading up the nipple peaks. I guess they might be called the purple mountains majesty! His arms are rippled with veins, and when he flexes a dumbbell, I¹m sure there¹s at least 18 or 19 inches of solid muscle there. He¹s one of those lucky guys that has a well defined and symmetrical 8 pack! I've never seen his legs or under his sweats, but I can imagine what¹s there. Marcus also has deep blue eyes and a killer smile. He must be a very happy man because he smiles constantly, and his eyes sparkle like the deep blue ocean when he smiles. I could go deep sea diving in those eyes. You see, my obsession is getting carried away, and I soon am going to have to do something about it. But, Marcus is straight. In fact, he¹s straighter than straight. He has had, up until a few months ago, a live in girl friend. After she left, he placed his picture and a short story in Alaska Men magazine. I have wondered how many calls and letters he¹s had, and if in fact there would ever be a chance for a daddy stud like me. Well, our school is in the process of writing a new curriculum, and even though I teach English, I have to sit in on the science meetings because we¹re trying to integrate the curriculum. As I sat at our first meeting, I could feel myself getting turned on by Marcus, sitting next to me. I had to concentrate on NOT getting a hard on, and really didn¹t have much to contribute. I was afraid if I said something, I¹d lose control, and sprout a huge piece of pecker wood right there, and rip my trousers. The meeting went on for a long time, and I was off in another space. I was mentally undressing Marcus, and delighting in what I found. When someone asked me a question, I had to have it repeated, acting really out of it. I was, but not for the reasons anyone suspected. At about 5:45, long after the school day had ended, the committee broke up. Everyone quickly left the room. Everyone except Marcus. He pulled his long body up out of the desk-chair and stood right in front of me. "You were awfully quiet," he said. "Are you okay today?" I looked up into that gorgeous face and said, "Well, no, but there isn't anything you could do about it." I stood, and even though I'm over six foot, I still had to look up at Marcus. I decided to stop trying to control my unruly dick. I could feel the internal penile pump gushing blood into the 10 inches of manhood. Suddenly, my rock hard man meat was straight up and ready, and I was trying to hide it but not succeeding. Marcus didn¹t appear to see it and said, "Hey, I can listen, you know. You never know how much a friend can help just by listening." "Oh Marcus, it's just much more complicated than that." "Well, I'm a willing listener," he said, placing his strong hand on my shoulder. I could feel the precum squeezing out of my constricted penis. "Marcus, I don't quite know how to tell you what's bothering me," I started. "It's just so complex. And it's confusing. And I'm not sure what to do." "Well, I've always found that forthrightness and honesty are the best policy," Marcus said, smiling. I was melting right here in front of him, and decided to be bold. I took his hand from my shoulder and placed it down on my crotch. My hard cock was aching to be released from my pants, and Marcus understood. Massaging with one hand, he placed his other hand on the back of my head and pulled me forward for a long, hot, passionate kiss. My dick was throbbing and I was sure I was going to blow my load right there. I kissed him back and for a few seconds our mouths were locked in passionate combat. He was a heavenly kisser, and I wanted to remain locked in this embrace. But hey, we were in the middle of a public school classroom and needed to get out of there. We drove in silence to Marcus' apartment. My boner had deflated some. We entered his apartment, and it was exactly as I had imagined. Tasteful, with the right combination of art, music, and guy stuff. Trophies were on the shelves of Marcus' various sports competitions, including running and cycling. He threw his bag on the couch and said, "You want something to drink?" "Sure, what do you have?" "Oh, a couple of kinds of wine, beer, pop, milk," he said the last one with a chuckle. "Just give me a couple of beers," I said. He threw me the first, which I bobbled, and then came over with the second. I swallowed the first beer in one or two gulps. I guess I wasn¹t sure what I was doing here, or how this was going to work. Marcus took his beer and headed for the bathroom. I looked over his music and video collection. Hmmm, some of those titles look intriguing. "Cock Fight" in a plain wrapper, "Man-sized Work" also in a plain wrapper. Maybe I was going to get what I had hoped for. I heard the door open and when I turned around I was totally in shock. Marcus stood in the doorway to the bathroom completely naked. His hard body was a sight to behold. His muscles were well defined and chiseled, his legs were proportionate to the upper part of his body, and he was tan from head to toe. As he moved slowly over to me I noticed a seven inch flaccid uncut cock. The flesh of his foreskin flapped over the tip. It was a classic uncut cock. His balls hung low in their sacks, and looked larger than the average balls. My own dick was again constricting and pulsing, pounding into overdrive. Marcus came very close to me and placed his beer can on the table. With his long fingers he unbuttoned my shirt. I placed my fingers on his cock, now hardening, and placed my index finger into the top of his foreskin. I manipulated the fleshy shroud until I could see the cock head. By working the extra skin up and down, I was certain he would soon be hard. He was. Marcus was massaging my pecs and kissing my nipples even as I was rolling his low hanging balls in my hands. His own cock had pushed past its hood and was now fully revealed at perhaps 11 inches fully engorged. I pushed him away and went down on his huge rod, licking and sucking. I knew I could get it all in, and wanted to give him the full benefit of a real man suck. He was so ready that the cum came shooting out almost as soon as I got it all the way in. I savored every salty drop. "Geez, Marcus, I didn't think you¹d cum that fast," I said apologetically. "Yeah, well, I haven't done anything sexually since Cindy left, and even then she was good at holding out on me. It's literally been months. But don't worry, there¹s much more where that came from," he said smiling. Then it was my turn. Marcus deftly, and expertly (as if he¹d only done it with guys) pulled my pulsating cock into his mouth. His silky lips massaged the outside of my penis and brought me to a quick explosion. Marcus caught most of it and licked his lips, as if inviting even more. He leaned back on his white leather couch. His dick was not yet fully deflated, so I took it in my hands and started massaging it again. With my strong palms I also massaged the inside of his thighs. I had learned over the years that this was a fast way to get someone hard. It worked with Marcus. His man meat was standing straight and proud at almost a full foot long. I reached in my pants pocket and removed a condom and placed it carefully over his throbbing flagpole. The condom was well lubricated, and my ass hole was elastic enough after many years of exercise to accommodate this man. I slid down on his dick while facing him and told him to thrust up. He did, and took me for a wild ride that ended with him screaming and blowing another huge load. He heaved down the last time and let out an exhausted sigh. But he wasn¹t finished yet. "Hey, Marcus, look here," I said pointing to my own throbbing cock. "You're not finished yet." Another condom on my dick, I helped Marcus over. I told him to stick his ass up, leaning into the couch, and I deftly inserted my cock in his love hole. He was tight, and I knew this was going hurt, but I was as gentle as I could be. I decided to take long, slow strokes. Each stroke went in a little farther, and each stroke brought groans, first of delight, then later of joy. I could also see that Marcus was again sprouting a hardon, something common when being pummeled up the ass! As I prepared his for my climax, I could see his balls rise, and knew that he was going to shoot again. We came together and collapsed on the couch. My obsession came true. I would live this fantasy again and again. Marcus and I have been together now for two years. We cum each day at least twice, sometimes more. He continues to build his beautiful body and has even gotten me into better shape. My obsession has become reality and I hope it lasts for a long, long time.