Gay Erotic Stories

Clay Man, by Eric Shun I had known Clay for some time, just as a casual friend. We had been introduced by a mutual friend and had met in social situations several times. Clay was one of the most striking men I had seen in some time. First of all, he was a huge man about 35 years old and single. He was at least 6 feet tall and weighed probably in the neighborhood of 250 pounds. Clay was an athlete in high school and college and continued to maintain his muscular build. He had broad shoulders, narrow waist and no matter what kind of clothing he wore, his developed frame was obvious. Clay was of Russian ancestry, and he had once told me that his parents had immigrated to the U.S. years ago. His face, although not handsome, was chiseled and sported a large array of even white teeth. All that, coupled with his easy going and friendly manner, made him quite a standout in a crowd. I was invited to an anniversary party of a couple whom I had known since high school, and Clay was there as well. The party was fantastic, with good food and drink and lots of friends. Clay and I talked for a while and both of us expressed interest in good music. Clay told me he had just bought a new sound system and was having some trouble getting the components connected properly. I thought it sounded a bit strange that he was having trouble with the system, because most such sound systems arrive with lots of elaborate instructions with plenty of pictures and diagrams. Not really giving it much more thought I volunteered to assist him. He accepted my offer and asked if Sunday afternoon would be a good time for me to help. Naturally! I arrived at his home, and he opened the door and smiled broadly. I grinned like a love-struck teenager when I saw what he wore. It wasn't so much as what he wore, but rather what it revealed. He wore a tank top and shorts. Everything was covered, but his build was overwhelming. Pecs, biceps, thighs; everything bulged and rippled. I stole a quick glance at his crotch, and it bulged too. We sipped a beer and looked over the sound components and I began to understand his problems. The hook ups were a bit more than what I had thought and even after reading through the manuals, it took a bit of doing to get it put together. After an hour or so of running wires and connections, I had shifted my attention to the task at hand rather than looking at him. We had completed the hook ups and sat on the floor facing one another sipping beer and listening to some jazz, one of Clay's favorites. As we sat, I once more focused my attention on Clay. He sat in front of me just 6 feet away with his legs crossed. His shorts rode up higher on his thighs and stretched around his legs. I stole a casual glance at his box and saw to my excitement, the head of his circumcised dick. I quickly sipped some more beer and pretended to be listening to the music. My dick ignored my efforts to think about something else and swelled to the occasion. When I thought he wasn't looking, I re-arranged my stiff member in my undies to avoid the discomfort of a folded prick. I don't know if he noticed my actions or not, but he suddenly uncrossed his legs and lay back on the carpet with his hands behind his head, seemingly absorbed in the music. However, as a result of his shift in position, the leg of his shorts opened and clearly revealed his dick. As he lay there with his hands behind his head, his biceps flexed and framed his face. I studied his chest now and admired the light growth of hair that appeared around the edges of the tank top. Short black hair that suggested silk. His legs were evenly covered with the same kind of growth. I was becoming flushed with excitement over this total and complete hunk of meat. I looked down at my own dick and reached to re-position it. Just as I put my hand to my dick, he lifted his head and saw me. Slowly, and almost deliberately, he formed a big smile and put his hand to his dick. Our eyes met and held the other's gaze for seconds that seemed like forever. I averted my eyes and looked downward, trying to pretend that I didn't know what had just happened. Clay's actions were immediate. He sat up and moved to me on his hands and knees and brought his lips to mine and kissed me. He moved his face back from mine and looked into my eyes. This time, I moved to him, with my lips parted. We both moved now and embraced each other with passion. Clay wrapped his arms around me and hugged firmly, but with care and affection. We kissed some more and Clay's hand moved to my head. I could feel his large hand caress my hair and I moaned softly. Clay's hand now moved to my legs and as he rubbed my legs and found my stiff dick, I all but melted. I groped for his penis and found it completely hard and inviting my attention. Clay spoke now and suggested that we get in bed. He stood and held out his hand to mine and lifted me to my feet. Still holding my hand, he led me toward the bedroom. As we stood at the bed, Clay wrapped his arms around me from behind and began to unbutton my shirt. He loosened my shirt and bent his head and placed an unbelievably warm kiss on my neck. I shook with passion, and he intensified my pleasure by putting his hand under my belt and quickly finding my hard dick. I could stand it no more and turned around and lifted the hem of his tank top. As Clay lifted his arms over his head to allow me to remove the shirt, once more I was overcome by the size and symmetry of his body. I threw the shirt to one side and then reached to his waist and pulled his shorts to his knees. Now another surprise greeted my awe struck eyes. His dick was of average size, but his scrotum! His two balls must have been the size of an orange! I have seldom seen bigger nuts. I immediately cupped his balls and felt the sheer weight of them. Clay put his hands under my arms and lifted me to his lips once more and kissed long and hard. He quickly removed my clothing and we fell onto the bed in each other's arms. Kissing and caressing each other's body, our passion built. Our mouths took turns at each other’s penis, his nipples and mine became wet and erect, the tips of our dicks dripped with slippery ooze and we became lost in pleasure. Clay then sat up in bed and reached for the night stand at the bed and produced a condom and a tube of lubricant. He opened the condom, squeezed a drop of lube in the tip, and then slipped it over my dick. Without a word, he then got on his hands and knees with his butt toward me. Reaching back with his hand, he opened the cheeks of his ass, exposing his hole. I needed no instruction and positioned myself between his calves and pressed my dick to his ass. I pressed gently at first, thinking I needed to insert slowly, but Clay, in a quick motion and without a complaint, forced his hips over my dick. I gasped as I felt the heat of his body clasp my dick. I arched my back and groaned as the warmth washed over me. I gripped his waist and began a slow stroke in and out of his body. As I stroked out, he bowed his massive back upward, and as I pushed in, he arched his back downward. I was amazed at the strength that lay under the palms of my hands. I couldn't help but feel I was riding a massive bull of a man. I fell forward on his back and wrapped my arms around his body. I ran my fingers through the soft hair on his chest and then downward to his cock. It was totally hard and throbbing. As I did my best to thrust my aching dick into his ass, I fisted his dick and felt him responding. I continued the simultaneous jacking and fucking for only seconds when I felt my explosion beginning. I wrapped my arms around his chest once more and squeezed hard. I buried my face into rippling back muscles and groaned loudly. My feet thrashed the sheets of the bed as I struggled to find a foothold to force my dick deep into his ass. I could hear Clay whispering, "Cum in me. Please. Cum...Cum." In one loud cry, I began to pump semen into his body. Gripping his torso, I emptied into him and grunted again and again. I shook and jerked and thought I might pass out. After what seemed like forever, the waves of feeling and indescribable pleasure began to lessen. Clay rolled over on his back and pulled me on top of his body like a blanket and softly hugged me. He covered my face with kisses and caressed my back and stroked my hair. I felt so completely emptied and at the same time filled, that tears came to my eyes. After some minutes I lifted my body and looked into his eyes and saw his lips form a smile. I asked if he were ready for me to answer his needs now. He nodded and reached for my dick, which was now softening. He stripped the condom off my dick and tied it into a knot. Then with the nails of his thumb and finger, he snapped a pinhole in the end of the rubber. He then told me he wanted me to dribble my load over his dick and jack him off. Kneeling between his legs I did as he had told me. I squeezed the condom with one hand and held his dick in the other and placed big drops of my cum on his dick. Now I began to stroke his dick lubed with slippery semen. Clay rested his head on his clasped hands and allowed me to bring him pleasure. As I jacked him, he would from time to time lift his head to look down at me. As he did, his massive biceps ballooned out and framed his face, which had taken on a look of pleasure that was so intense that it could have been pain. His massive nut sack bounced as I pulled on his dick and I put my left hand under the huge pair to cradle them. I stopped and put more of my own load on his dick and resumed the stroking. Seconds later, Clay began to breathe in deeply. His abdomen tightened and formed a perfect washboard. He suddenly moved his hands from behind his head and spread his arms outward from his body and gripped the bed. Tossing his head from side to side, he cried out in what sounded like a young boy crying in bursts. With my hand under his nuts, I felt the rapid contractions of muscles under his nuts that signal the impending orgasm. Then he began to pump out semen. The pulse of semen that came out was not a strong one. It jumped only an inch or two before it fell in Clay's pubic hair. Then another pulse came out, and another and another. There seemed to be an unending supply of it. The semen was rather thin and watery. Instead of falling on his pubes and clinging to the hair, it soaked through to his skin and began to run down the fold between his abdomen and leg and onto my hand. Never before have I seen this quantity of cum gush out of a man's dick. Big puddles of cum formed on his abs and subsequent jets made soft splat sounds as they fell. Clay's body finally collapsed in exhaustion, and he let out one long groan as his muscles suddenly relaxed. I fell once more on his body and began to kiss him. He gripped me and returned the kisses. "Thank you.......thank you......", he repeated. We lay there in a long embrace and exchanged soft whispered gratitude and gentle caresses. I spent the entire afternoon and the night with him. He asked me to return the following Friday night, and said, "Be sure to bring your toothbrush...and a couple of changes of clothing."