Gay Erotic Stories

Well, its been an exciting day. First Paul and then Mike. You can just imagine how horny I am by now and I have one more client coming late tonight. I don't know this man. He's staying at a local hotel and I have a contact there who recommends me to a few male guests. He is selective and so when he called me for the appointment, he added: "You will approve." I pressed for more details. "Well," my contact added, "He is a young businessman-type, quiet and serious, fairly stressed out maybe. Wears a wedding ring and looks a bit like Clark Kent with those glasses. In fact, his first name is Clark !" Clark arrived a few minutes early, around 8.00 PM. and wearing his business suit. He seemed nervous and shy. I tried to relax him. "Take your time, Clark. I won't be watching the clock and you can have 2 hours on the table if you wish. Have a towel. Strip down and take a hot shower. Let me know when you're ready." All I could think of was how much he excited me and how my huge, beefy physique made him stare in awe. Oh yes, I thought, this sexy straight stud with his shy ways is a long way from his suburban wife now. He's tense, probably very horny, and I can see in his eyes that he needs to be dominated. Clark came in wrapped in his towel. His smooth torso was muscular but not nearly so large as the men I had seen earlier. He folded his arms across his chest as if to hide from my view his two large and soft pink nipples. They could use some work, I thought. I chose this time to step out of my baggy sweat pants and give him a view of my power-lifter's legs. His mouth dropped open but he said nothing. I wore a supporter to contain my heavy genitals but their outlines were barely disguised. Quietly I said, "Up on the table, face down, head toward the wall. I'll take your towel." He reacted in slow motion and continued to fix his gaze on my thighs and crotch. For my part, I admired the guy's firm, white buttocks as they jiggled a bit during his climb onto the table. Such a hot ass. "OK, Clark ? Comfortable ?" He nodded. "Any sore muscles, knots, tight places ?" I spoke very softly to reassure him. His reply was negative. "I give a full body massage including the glutes, if that's OK ?." At last he spoke: "This is only my second massage and the other one was just the back. You look really strong....will this hurt ?" I began to oil his neck and shoulders.. "No way. I offer deep tissue but if you really just want to relax and loosen up, that's fine. Let me know anytime you want me to do something differently or to stop. Its just the two of us here so don't be shy in front of me. I'm not the shy type myself." Well, I started on his neck which meant that his face was a few inches from my bulging jock strap. He could see and smell my crotch up close. As I moved around the table to work his back, he began to open up some. "I don't think I've ever seen such thick legs close up. Those calves ...." He didn't finish. I was groping his buttocks and he was obviously not used to this. "I'm a power lifter," I replied, "I go for the mass and strength." He began to breathe more heavily now, moaning quietly, as I kneaded his ass cheeks and spread them apart a bit. The view was hot: his smooth low-hangers were fully exposed. I dripped some "extra" massage oil into his butt crack and onto the heavy scrotum. Of course, I then had to mop some of it up with my towel while young, hetero Clark trembled from the contact, gasped, and went along with the plan. I asked Clark some general questions about his workouts. "What do you weigh ? Ever been bigger ?" I rubbed deeply into the back of his beautiful, muscular thighs and especially between his legs. I made a number of complimentary remarks about his body which he seemed to appreciate. He seemed very curious about my big body, too, especially my heaviest lifts and my unreal statistics. A bit more than just "jock talk" it seemed to me. It was time for the turn over. "Use the toilet or get some water." I left the room to give him some privacy. I could sense he might not wish me to see his front if what I suspected was true. When I returned, he was lying face up on the table. On top of his low-hangers rested a soft but very full circumcised penis -- maybe 5 inches in length. "Home stretch, Clark," I said. "Enjoying it so far ?" The young husband seemed very contented. In fact, he suggested that the room was very warm and that I remove my baggy sweatshirt. When I did so, standing at the foot of the table, his eyes were fixed on my huge upper torso. Just to be a tease, I turned my back to him while removing the shirt. When I faced him once again, the young jock had his curiosity satisfied in full: I boldly expanded my chest to its fullest measurement (maybe 54-55 inches), flared my lats, and let my over-built male hooters bounce freely. "Holy Shit !" He whispered. I smiled, relaxed my upper body, and began working on his legs again. As I approached his crotch, I asked him to help me out: "Clark, buddy, how about moving those big baby-makers out of my way ?" He chuckled and confessed to me, man to man, his big testicles were not easily kept out of the way. "Gotta wear boxers or I hurt 'em. No Speedo's for me. Huge loads" This last confession merely whispered. Well, it was proving to be an interesting massage. My client was not so shy anymore. The way he stared at my heavy-hanging, power-lifter's breasts as they bounced around by themselves was making me very hard in my jock strap. I am not so tall that he could see my crotch easily. I could certainly see his and that heavy, limp penis was more than double in length. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep with the occasional gasp and tremble. I was now working his upper body, the chest, shoulders, neck and arms. I opened a new topic of conversation. "Clark, how big is your penis ?" Eyes still shut, he replied quietly: "One foot." I gulped. "Your wife must go crazy." His reply surprised me. "No, not really. We don't have sex. She can't take the size, won't suck, and says she never would have married me if she'd seen me first. We married just out of school and she didn't fool around at all. I need to wear a condom sometimes because I leak pre-cum in my suit. I'm just so horny and your massage has, well....it feels so great. Seeing your chest, too. I would love to feel it." Returning to the foot of the massage table, I gently pulled Clark's body toward me so that his knees were bent and his feet nearly touched the floor. I lowered my upper torso over him and allowed his throbbing erection to slide into the cleavage between my jutting jugs. He watched in awe and excitement, his tool dripping non-stop now. I squeezed my pecs together to trap him "hot dog style". My nipples rubbed into his scratchy pubic hair while one hand massaged the orbs of his scrotum. My other hand took hold of his left nipple. I was beginning to contemplate something wild, outrageous, perhaps impossible. Could I climb onto the table and insert that real-life dildo of his between my gigantic glutes ? Would the table support both of us if things got crazy ? I had discreetly worked out at the gym with big butt plugs held in my horny ass with strapping tape. I'd done squats like that. Now, I would show young, hung Clark that he didn't need pussy to have great sex. This was a big challenge and one that had my boner throbbing and burping cream. I rubbed massage oil onto the horny straight's awesome erection and hauled myself onto the table. Clark stared at me. Straddling his waist, I lowered my big knockers toward his face. "Grab my pecs and support my weight" I told him. He did this and I began to insert his slippery mushroom head into my gaping, straining maw. From the look on his face, he could not believe what I was attempting. He began to pull, pinch and twist my lewd, bullet-shaped nipples assuming, I guess, it would distract me from my anal efforts. It worked and I had, at last, lowered my Herculean buttocks onto his shaft. Well, half of it. He was just too big. Both of us were grunting like a pair of apes as I began to ride him forcefully. My own penis was dripping and looked like it would take off like a rocket. The table shook. Clark's head snapped back and forth and he drooled, gasped, grunted, bucked, thrust up into me, mauled my jutting nipples and then suddenly began to crush my breasts with all the strength in his large hands. I bellowed like a bull in rut in reaction to the chest pain and somehow sat down on more of his mighty cock. My prostate gave up and sperm exploded from my meaty cock-head straight into his pretty mouth, eyes, and up his nose. He was wailing, shaking and shuddering and trying to screw me with all his might. I was amazed that he could buck so forcefully that my huge body was lifted off the table. Clark might have impregnated a town full of women with the amount of sperm he blasted into my bull twat. I fell on top of him, exhausted and void of all the great power-lifting strength I possessed. Clark actually passed out from the power of his ejaculation. It was some minutes before we began to revive. Clark comes to me for a massage every time he's in town on business. He has a new business now. He's a porn star -- in straight films -- using that huge "twat tamer" as he calls it. He will, however, share it with me.