Gay Erotic Stories

It was a dull Saturday morning and it promised to be a dull Saturday afternoon. So to relieve my boredom (read horniness) I decided to get out of the house and head to the nearby adult bookstore. The store has a large selection of books, magazines and of course video tapes. And any adult bookstore worth the name also has a video arcade where one can view adult video tapes in the privacy of a booth. This store has that and also has a large screen television display where patrons can view an adult film in a very dark room. The big screen is in a room equipped with chest high wooden partitions where viewers can stand (not sit) and watch the usual videos of men and women panting, grunting, and spewing. So it was to the big screen room where I went first. The room is almost never crowded, and today was no exception. There may have been no more than four or five people there when I entered. I took a place behind one of the partitions and began watching the film. As I stood there no more than five minutes, a man entered the room and took his place at my right. He was, to say the least, a big man. His size was the first thing that caught my attention, but his clothing also caught my eye. Even in the dark room I could tell that he was wearing expensive clothing. His shirt appeared to be made of fine fabric that was well fitted to his body. His well tailored dress slacks were also apparent even in the dark room and fit his narrow waist in a most enviable way. The poor lighting in the room did not allow a truly clear view of his face, but I could tell by his profile that he was no more than 30 or so in age. He had a very close cut hair style with a flat top. His profile also revealed a slightly bent nose, crude features, and a squared-off jaw. In short, he could not be placed in the "handsome" category. But contradicting myself, I found him very sexy. He impressed me most with his size. He must have been six feet and six inches and could easily weigh 270 pounds. As the film story progressed, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was leaning forward on one elbow and the other arm was below the level of the partition. It was obvious that he was fondling himself while watching the film. Hardly an unusual activity in a darkened room in an adult bookstore, but I had already written him off as a possible "contact" for a quickie session in the more private booths. I had him figured for straight. But sometimes things have a way of surprising us all, and this day was one of those. I felt my foot being nudged by the big guy. I turned my head and looked in his direction, but he continued to stare at the action on the screen. I took the hint and moved slightly closer to him and extended my hand in the direction of his crotch. Pay dirt! He had a hard on that stuck straight out and made his fitted slacks taught. I moved my hand toward his belt line and fingered his zipper. He immediately obliged and opened his fly and allowed his dick to flop out. I put my fist around his member and found that his dick matched his physical size too. It was thick, long and cut. I massaged his dick for a few moments. I guessed that this guy was one of those who like to have their dicks fondled and sucked, but don't reciprocate because they figure that they are straight, and behavior such as that is queer. Wrong again. He reached over to my crotch and began to rub my hard dick. I opened my fly and guided his hand to my dick which he began to stroke in a slow and most enjoyable manner. We were just beginning to get truly aroused, when four more men stepped into the viewing room. In order not to arouse too much suspicion, we both stood up in a normal manner with our hands back on the partition. It was then that I made a move that moments later I felt might be a mistake. I quietly spoke to him and told him that we could leave the bookstore and go to my home if he wanted to continue this. He nodded and began walking toward the door. I followed and we both were outside in the sunlight seconds later. I feared I had made a mistake because in the sunlight he was even more intimidating. He was HUGE. I am five foot ten inches and 175 pounds and he towered over me. This man was like Godzilla! We exchanged first names and a few pleasantries. As we spoke for a few seconds, I was silently re-considering my offer. But luckily I decided to go through with this and explained where I lived and the route I would be taking. He was to follow me in his own car. Twenty minutes later we were walking into my house. I offered him something to drink which he refused with a polite "No thanks." I then said we could proceed directly to the bedroom. He followed me down the hallway to the bedroom where we both after a moments hesitation, began to remove our clothes. I glanced at him several times as he undressed and noted that he carefully folded his clothes and put them over the back of the chair beside the bed. He wore designer boxer shorts which not surprisingly fit snugly around his body. His butt was beautiful. His cheeks appeared firm and were truly a football players ass. His hair was light brown and his body was moderately hairy. He had a nice carpet on his chest and his pectoral muscles were massive. So big that the mass of muscle forced his nipples downward. His inflated thigh muscles looked like iron, and his biceps were like something out of a dream. His narrow waist was crowned by abdominal ripples. What happened next was another unexpected event. He turned and faced me. He then surprised me to the point that I was almost scared by his action. He dropped to his knees and with his hands over his crotch he inched across the carpet with his eyes lowered. He said, "I'll do anything you want me to." I replied that I could think of several things we could do. He answered by saying that I could even "tie me up" if I chose to do so. I thought for a moment and opened the closet door and pulled a thread bare sheet off the shelf that I had been keeping for use as rags. I tore several pieces off the sheet about three inches wide and rolled them into pieces of "rope". Using these, I ordered him to cross his hands behind his back and tied his hands together. He immediately got a hard on. I ordered him to his feet and told him to bend over the bed with his knees on the floor. I stated that he needed to be punished for forgetting to say "Thank you" when I tied his hands. He complied and put his body over the edge of the bed. Using my open hand, I spanked him across his butt several times. Lucky for my hand I didn't strike too hard because his ass was as hard as his dick. He sucked in his breath and moaned softly each time I made contact. I quit the spanking when I noted that his white cheeks had begun to redden slightly. I then ordered him to sit on the edge of the bed. His brown eyes looking at me, he thanked me for the punishment and asked what he could next do to please me. I stood in front of him and put my hard dick at his face saying that I would allow him to lick, not suck, my dick. My knees all but collapsed as he began to run his tongue over my dick. He licked the underside, the sides, and the head over and over until saliva dripped off my root. I decided that I wanted to last a lot longer and backed up when I felt I might be getting close to orgasm. I then ordered him to stand. As he stood, I began to fondle his nipples. They became rigid and the tips lengthened. His dick snapped upward again and again as I stimulated his tits. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the huge muscles in his shoulders bulging. At this point, he became very aroused. I knew, not because his dick was getting moist on it's end, but because he began to shiver. Not just little short quivers, but prolonged quaking of his massive legs accompanied by short quick "UhhhhHunnn....." stuttering sounds. Each time he shuddered, his huge pecs shook and seemed to blur with the rapid motion. More than once his knees almost collapsed, but he regained his balance and stood again. At this point, my own dick was dripping. This was fantastic! I then commanded him to turn around and I untied his hands. I told him to lie on the bed. Using more of the "rope" I tied his hands to the corner posts of the headboard. The bed is not a four poster so I allowed his legs to be unbound. I then knelt between his spread legs and announced that I was going to tease his dick. I lowered my head to his crotch and blew gently on his nut sack. His dick, lying flat on his stomach, snapped up again; this time leaving long strings of pre-cum between the head of his dick and the hair near his navel. His balls were all but hairless and permitted me to lick and suck his nuts with ease. Cupping his dick in my palm, I licked his dick slowly from nuts to the head. His moans became louder, and the same violent shivering continued. I then moved near his face. His eyes were closed. I placed my lips near his and realized that his mouth was open slightly. I pressed my lips against his and he all but sucked my tongue into his mouth. We kissed again and again for the next few minutes. I ran my hand over his body, feeling the immense power lying there, tied to my bed. He opened his eyes and looked into mine and whispered "Please.......Fuck me." I moved away from his face and looked into his eyes. They were almost pleading. I said nothing, but instead nodded and got up from the bed and stepped into the bath and got a condom and lubricant. Returning to the bed, he watched as I lubed the condom inside and rolled it over my dick. I applied lube to the outside of the condom and then watched as he lifted his muscular legs up and against his chest, exposing his asshole. I put a blob of gel on his asshole and then inserted one finger. It slipped in easily. I then put two, then three fingers in his ass with only light effort. His asshole matched the rest of his physique. I then knelt in the bed with my dick pointed at his hole. Inching forward, I put my dick at the opening of his ass. Just the touch of my dick at his ass caused him to tense up and flex his biceps. He could have easily broken the rags holding his hands and arms in place, but instead continued to play the role that we had started. I pressed inward and felt the heat of his body on my dick. I braced my body by placing my hands on both sides of his chest and pushed gently. My penis slipped into his body; the sensation was absolutely incredible. My back involuntarily bowed and I groaned as my dick slid into his ass. His reaction was even more visible. His face became an expression of complete pleasure. He sucked breath through clenched teeth and let out a long "Ahhhhhhh...". His wrapped his hairy iron legs over my butt and pulled me into him again and again. I don't know what he did or how he did it, but somehow his sphincter muscle all but massaged my penis. I could feel his ass first gripping, then releasing it's hold on my crank. I knew that I could not last long with this kind of stimulation. My breathing became heavy and my body tensed as the orgasm approached. He saw my reaction and began to whisper "Cum in my ass......please......please....." It could not be stopped. My pelvic muscles could not be kept waiting. My load pulsed out and filled the condom. Each contraction caused me to cry out loud. He responded by repeating over and over "Cum....cum...cum". As I opened my eyes and looked into his, he began to say "Yes...yes...". I realized why as I looked down at his leaping cock. His big dick was standing at an angle to his abs and making a rapid and powerful jumping motion. With no direct stimulation, his dick began to pump out semen. The first squirt fell on his stomach, but the rest of his load seemed to fly everywhere. The random motion of his cock insured that the remaining cum scattered over his body and the bed. "Don't pull out!" he spoke. He easily broke the rags that had held his wrists, grabbed his dick and began to masturbate. He cupped his balls in his left hand and expertly stroked his dick lubricated with his own fluids. Within 30 seconds it was obvious that he was going to cum a second time. His eyes squeezed shut, he tensed up again and began to pump out a second load. Again, his sphincter gripped my penis as he came. This time the load fell on his abdomen making a big puddle of cream at his navel. I allowed my softening dick to slip out of his ass. He reached up placing his hands on my shoulders, pulled me to his lips, wrapped his arms around my body and kissed me gently. We lay there for perhaps an hour, just holding one another. I suggested we shower and clean up. He agreed. As he walked with me to the door, he thanked me and hugged me once more. He looked at me and asked if we could do this again. I said "Of course!" I gave him my phone number and invited him to call when he could return. As I watched him drive away I was thinking how I could confirm something that I suspected. I got in my car and drove to a friends house who is a big sports fan. I knew he had a photo album of the members of the local football franchise. I seldom watch sports on TV and know only a few of the big names on the local team. After an hour of casual conversation, not mentioning my pleasurable episode, we sat down and watched TV. As we watched, I picked up the photo album and paged through it. There he was! I later found out that he is single and lives alone. I'll not tell you the name of our city, nor the position he plays. I would not want to betray his confidence. After all, he calls several times each week when he is in town. We have spent countless hours together. He often spends the weekend with me when the team schedule permits and insists on helping me clean house. He is a good companion: loving, kind, gentle, and considerate. Don't let anyone tell you that professional football players have no gay men among their ranks. I know otherwise!