Gay Erotic Stories

Stories of great sex with males are great fun to read and write, and serve many purposes for men like me. They are a creative outlet, they are a way to control thoughts that are harmless (rather than acting on impulse), and they can be sold for fun and profit. Not to mention the fact that they can also get you off, anytime, anywhere. I was recently returning from a trip to Anchorage, Alaska, to my home in a small town about 350 miles from there. The only way in or out of our town is by plane. Of course we often have to wait because weather impedes travel, or because a small plane breaks down, or for whatever reason. So, waiting at the airport becomes a way of life for us. Well, this time I was waiting when a man I know only slightly came in and sat down near me. He smiled and said hello, and I knew we'd have a conversation later, because I wanted to get to know him even better. The plane we were both riding back to our home was already delayed, and may even be canceled because of weather in our town. They were having a blizzard, there were very high winds, and in fact there had already been a report of a small plane crashing there. I walked over to the man I knew as Mike Davis, professor of economics at the local college and sat down. "Looks like we're going to be delayed again," I started. "I know, and this is just great. Classes are supposed to start tomorrow and I have a ton of work waiting for me back at home," he said. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Seems like I'm always delayed when I have lots to complete," I laughed nervously. You see, Mike wasn't "drop dead gorgeous," not in the sense that some models or "pretty boys" are, but he was ruggedly good looking. He resembled a hunter, sportsman, or outdoorsman more than a college professor. Of course, In Alaska, everyone resembles an outdoorsman more than a typical college professor. Mike's blonde hair was tightly curled, often tussled, and looked solidly attached to his head! He also sported a bushy blonde brown moustache. Under his moustache were thick, moist looking lips. His eyes were blue, and his face was weather worn, tan, and nice. Mike wore a flannel shirt, with corduroy trousers, hiking boots, and had a jacket and book bag next to him. He was nicely built, with broad shoulders and long arms and legs. In a former life I would have thought him a track star. He may have been approaching 50, but looked years younger. "So Mike, what brought you to Anchorage this weekend?" I asked. "Oh, I'm just in the final stages of settling my divorce with my former wife. God, was she a bitch this weekend, and the lawyers threw up their hands in disgust." "Jeez, Mike, I just didn't even know that this was going on," I stumbled over my words. "Hey, no problem. I'm glad to be rid of her. We had some "irreconcilable differences." He didn't elaborate right then, but I had a feeling I'd learn more later. Just then the airline agent announced that our flight would be canceled that night, and would be rescheduled for the following morning. We both took our tickets to the counter and had them confirm our morning flight. Then I looked at Mike. "Well, what do you plan to do tonight?" I asked. "I guess I'll get a room. You want to share?" "Sure. I always stay at this little place over by Lake Hood called the Lakeshore. It's pretty cheap, but also pretty nice. They'll even pick us up. Are you game?" Mike smiled his gorgeous smile. "Sure, let's go." We called the motel and within minutes the van arrived. We were given a room in their new section with two huge beds, large bathroom, and hot tub right in the room. We got there quickly, and I headed straight for the bathroom. I had forgotten to go when I arrived at the airport, and then with everything else, I just forgot. When I came out, Mike was sitting on the bed, flannel shirt unbuttoned, looking kind of sad. He was staring off into space, rubbing his crotch with his hand, obviously with thoughts far, far away. "Hey Mike, what's up?" I ventured. "Oh nothing much. I guess this divorce thing is really getting to me more than I thought it would. I mean, I lived with this woman for ten years, we were never really compatible, and now she is digging everything she can out of me. I just hate it." "Well, what was the problem that split you apart? Maybe if you talk about it some, you can get beyond it." "Yeah, well, the problem wasn't something we could do anything about. You see, the problem was, er, is, right between my legs." I looked and saw that he was sporting a huge hard on that was straining to escape his pants. I reached over and unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. What was revealed when it was fully opened was a huge, HUGE cock. "Hey, Mike, why would this be a problem. It looks great to me." "Yeah, me too. But she was always complaining that she was too small, that mine was too big, and that we were just incompatible." His cock now appeared fully hard and ready. I must admit it was about a foot long, and really was quite wide, but it wasn't more than I'd ever handled. I placed my hand gently on the straining head and stroked. Mike let out a gentle groan, as if this had not happened to him in quite a while. "Mike, just calm down and I will show you how a real man handles this 'too large' tool of yours." Mike grinned as I pulled his pants completely off and moved him to the center of the bed. I continued to grip his shaft with my hand, moving it up and down and watching his face light up with delight as I did. I bent over and licked the underside of his hard, egg-shaped balls. They were large, and a good accompaniment to his huge pecker. I rolled them with my tongue, and moved up to the taut shaft. Clear pre-cum was bubbling out, and I slurped it up. I could tell that Mike's body was getting rigid and that he would soon shoot his wad, so I put the head of his meat in my mouth. A few up and down strokes, and he was shooting massive quantities of white cum. I could tell it had been a while since he'd let it out. After he removed his dick from my mouth, even more came out. His rock hard dick did not deflate as many I'd known do after expelling their male liquid. I looked over and when he opened his eyes, I saw a more relaxed, contented professor. "Mike," I asked, "how long has it been?" "Oh, about three years! Can you believe it?" "Uh, no, I can't, but then I can't go three days without whacking off or seeking out someone to service my tool. By the way, it's about to explode at this very moment." Mike carefully undid my jeans and pulled them off. I did not have underwear on, as I usually don't. My dick was rivaling his in size and hardness at that very moment, and I was hoping he knew what to do. Fortunately for me, he did. Mike took his long fingers and worked them up and down my shaft. It was already wet with my pre-cum, and Mike's strong hands brought more pleasure than I'd ever imagined. Slowly, up and down, bringing the cum up from my burning nuts, until I virtually erupted on his hands and face. He licked it all up, with a grin on his face. "Mike, thanks for that. You were great, and somehow I have the feeling that it was your first man-sex experience. Am I right?" "Well, yes," he started slowly. "After my wife, or should I say ex-wife rejected me, because of my "size," I thought I was a freak. But then I started looking for other men, not for sex, but just to see, in porn shops, in magazines, in places I'd never go before, and I found that I wasn't such a freak. My cock was large, yes, but it wasn't the largest in the world. And women, and men, could accommodate it, if they really wanted to. I used to go to a shop just up the street from here, and hang my pecker through the hole, and get blow job after blow job. It was safe and anonymous, and it serviced my needs." "But why have you waited so long now between "events"? You said it's been three years." "Well, I guess I got scared with all the diseases going around, and I thought there might be a chance to get back with my ex. But, you know what? Right now I don't care about her any more. I think I've come to a new phase of my sexual development.....one where I can enjoy the pleasures of manhood with other men. And you're going to be the first, and maybe the only, if you're willing." "Sure, I'm willing, but I have two rules. First, we have to be safe. That mean condoms upon entry. And second, I have to be in charge. You seem to enjoy the sex, but I have the feeling you don't have a lot of experience man wise." "You're right there," Mike replied. "Most of my experience has been gained at that glory hole up the street. It's anonymous all right, but a little too impersonal for my liking." I could see that Mike's erection never did fade, so I reached into my back pack and pulled out a condom. I ripped the pack open and rolled it down his foot long hot dog. It strained against his size, but fit just the same. I wanted to ride him so I could look at him, but knew I had to give him some direction. He lay flat on the bed, smiling his gorgeous smile. I marveled at the abs and pecs this otherwise sedentary appearing man had, yet I knew he cared about his appearance and his body. With a dick like his, it's a good thing. "Mike, I'm going to try to mount you from the front, so I can see you and you can see me. You'll have to go up and down to get that huge rod into my glory hole." I worked my anus open and shut, stretching as much as I could. Then I carefully stood above Mike, crouching to put his man meat into my ass. I could feel his cock head touching my anus, and it felt like a baseball trying to enter. I worked the rim of my anus a little more, and finally the head of his dick slipped in. I knew he wouldn't be able to pull out, not yet anyway. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his hard shaft. He smiled, but it looked a little pained. I relaxed a bit, and told him to start hoisting his waist, to set the rhythm. He did, and as he did his abs flexed, and his pecs hardened. He was working his shaft all the way in, and moving with a good, slow pace. I rode him for a while, not really participating fully because I wanted him to work all the way in. I felt pressure on my own dick as his hardness pushed further in. Soon he was moving up and down faster, and I squeezed my ass muscles to slow him down. He slowed, but I knew it wouldn't be long before he'd spew again. I stopped my movement for a moment and leaned over and gave him a deep, wet kiss. He kissed back and I knew he was about to blow. I pushed off his shoulders and was once more straight, participating in his rhythm. His wide, hard cock felt like steel in my ass, and was also now very warm. He had spent his manhood once more. I stayed on his shaft as long as it would support me. When he finally was soft and we disconnected, I looked down there and marveled at the girth and length that just came from my insides. I slid the condom off and threw it aside. I simply wanted to hold his huge dick in my hands, stroke it and admire it. Quite honestly, I'd never really seen one this big, this thick, this beautiful. My hands could not resist encircling it, holding it, stroking up and down. Mike was smiling, licking his lips, and obviously enjoying this additional stimulation. "Mike, what was wrong with your ex that she couldn't love a tool like this? She surely could have accommodated you." "Yeah, I know. Any cunt that can let a baby out can take in a foot long dick that's a full six inches around. Geez, babies have bigger heads than this," he said, flicking his cock's helmet. I stood and moved to the bathroom. I knew that this hotel had great spa tubs in each of the rooms. I started the water and put my hand under it to check the temperature. I wanted it to be hot, but not scalding. I was sporting a rock hard dick as I strolled back into the bedroom. Mike was standing, and his cock was looking more like a third leg than a shrinking appendage. "Mike, I can't get over it. When I first met you I thought of you as a meek college professor, quiet and reserved. Little did I know what kind of pulsating manhood lie dormant in the pit of your groin." "Yeah, it's ironic, isn't it," he grinned his beautiful grin, and pulled my head close. His hot tongue riveted my mouth and my dick shot a little clear juice out it's head. Mike reached down and stroked steadily up and down my hard penis. I shot a load into his waiting hands, and he lifted it to his mouth, taking it in with great pleasure. I pulled him into the bathroom, to see that the hot tub was filled to the right level. We got in, turned on the jets, and eased our way down to the seat level. Mike closed his eyes and put his arms on the rim, stretching them out, one around my shoulder and neck. The warmth of the water oozed around us as we locked arms. This was surely the start of something great!