Gay Erotic Stories

The first time I had a blowjob, I gave it to myself. No, I’m not excessively endowed, just very gymnastic. I was lean and agile and by lying on my back and then rocking up onto my shoulders, I could bring my knees down to my shoulders and suck my own cock. I never got brave enough to suggest sex to another person until I was almost twenty. I was my own best friend. I graduated from high school and found a temporary job working for a bio-genetics lab. What I did there is unimportant. Whom I did was much more interesting. My temporary job lasted six years. I worked evenings and weekends and went to college full time days. I had seen plenty of guys my age while in high school: some were smaller, a few were larger, most, however, were about the same size as I was. But the guys in high school were all my own age and I had gotten tired looking at them after all those years in gym class. There were four guys at work who were hired the same time as I was: one was the student body president from my high school; the other two were from different parts of the state. The four of us were assigned to a training area for the first month. The lab provided dorm housing for single employees: a simple room with bed and television. The bathroom and showers were centrally located on every floor of the building. Dave was my height, with thinning hair on his head. The rest of him was covered in a thick covering of dark brown fur. The first time we showered together, I stared at his hirsute body. The only non-haired item on his lower extremities was his penis. It was maybe three inches of wrinkled skin with a fat brown mushroom cap. Mike was the student body president. He had a strong muscular body, light brown pubic curls and a nice five-inch softie. He was a natural flirt and the first few days he would fondle himself and then wink when he caught me watching him. Then there was Phil. He was shorter than any of us in height. But the first time I saw him in the showers, he was standing there with the water spraying him and holding his unbelievable hard-on just licking the head. He grinned at me and asked, “Want a taste?” I replied, “I can do that to my own.” He stopped and looked at me and my short, soft penis. He shook his head and went back to pleasuring himself. After a month of training, we all moved to the lab with the other guys. We showered in and out every day. I was excited to get started that first Monday. I arrived early and found an empty locker. I started to undress as a group of guys came in. They all introduced themselves and took off their clothes. I followed them into the shower, then into the change room. We donned our lab scrubs, and moved to the staging area. Here we were assigned partners and jobs for the day. My partner was “Tex”. He was ten years older, married, five foot seven and built like a bull. We spent the morning working across from each other. His leg kept rubbing against mine. By break time, I had a raging hard-on and suggested that I would work through the break. He laughed and told me to adjust it so it didn’t show. Then added, he was glad I liked him that much. After the break he sat next to me. This time his hand slipped inside my scrubs and he stroked me erect again, telling me he always wanted a cock this big. I asked what he planned to do with it now that he had it. He told me to follow him. We went through several sets of doors and into some section that was no longer used. His hand slipped into my scrubs and he stroked my hard-on. He pulled down the bottoms and smiled. “Very nice. I hoped you’d have ten but eight will do just fine.” Encouraged by his enthusiasm, I pulled down his scrubs as well. His erection was wide, with a curve that directed the flared head at his stomach. It was two by five, a thick handful. He knelt and enveloped my rod with his mouth. I gasped as his tongue caressed me. He sucked and bobbed in and out. The sensation was incredible: I had only been able to get the crown in my mouth. His one hand massaged my balls and the other mauled my ass. Within five minutes, I was ready to come. I stuttered a warning as my entire body glowed with pleasure. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me close. My cock slid down his throat and I came. Buckets of semen surged out of me and into this crazy cocksucker’s face. He stopped sucking and just swallowed as the juices shot down his throat. Still hard, I pulled my cock free, his tongue licking the last drops of cum from the head. His cock was still rock hard and a huge amount of precum was drooling from the slit. I knelt and fisted his cock. My mouth covered the head and he shoved into me. I sucked him and started moving in and out. He moaned and came. I drank his hot offering and sucked him until his cock softened. We stood and dressed and went back to work. I had given and gotten my first blowjob. That evening after dinner, I was lounging in my room thinking about the day, my hand caressing my dick. There was a knock at the door. I opened it and Mike was standing there wrapped in a towel. He smiled and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “I heard that you did Tex today.” He dropped the towel. “I thought you promised to save yourself for me.” His hand circled his cock and he stroked himself hard. He had a nice seven inches in length, the head covered by a hood of skin. His balls were tight against the base of his cock. Feeling the euphoria of the day, I dropped my boxers and stroked my weapon to the ready. I had the bigger canon. “Anytime you want to exchange blowjobs, just drop and get me started.” I swiveled my hips and my hard-on swung against his. He stepped closer and wrapped both his hands around both cocks then started jacking us both. “I can do that by myself,” I told him. “I never even touched another guy before,” he replied. “Let me work my way up to doing more.” He stroked us to a nice pace, our balls slapping together as he pounded our hard cocks. The tip of his riding up and down the underside of mine, rubbing the sensitive flare with each stroke. Our cocks wet with the flow of precum. Knowing where we were headed, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight against me. “Don’t stop me, man,” he sighed, “I almost had us there, just a few more strokes.” “You almost had you there,” I lied, “I have another idea.” I kissed him hard on the mouth. He pulled away and then shrugged and kissed me back, his pelvis rocking forward and his hard cock pressing against my own. I slowly moved down his body, teasing his hard nipples with my teeth. I grabbed his firm ass with both hands and covered his cock with my face. His precum tasted sweet. As soon as started sucking he started fucking my face, his cock to the back of my throat and then some. He moaned and his cock flared. Hot semen filled my mouth. I drank and he came again. Four or five volleys of liquid joy and then he grabbed my head to make me stop moving. I continued to suck on the still-throbbing head. He pulled me to my feet and slid down my front to cover my erection with his face. I fucked against his face slowly as he sucked letting me slip in and out of his glorious mouth. This was the student body president of my high school! Sucking the big cock of someone he considered a “faggoty geek”! Keeping that thought in mind, I maintained my cool and my erection. I kept him sucking me for half an hour. Then I stood him up and took both our cocks in my two hands and brought us both to a shuddering surrender, both erupting and spewing each other with the heated juices of orgasm. He laughed as he came, erupting with more force and fluid than he had buried in my face. We became great friends that day. Two years and three pay raises later, I had matured into a muscular six foot four inches and two hundred twenty pounds. My skills in the lab were appreciated and I was asked to take time off from school to help on a project in the South Pacific Ocean. I agreed and was sent to David Island in the middle of nowhere. Two senior technicians were sent as well. Morgan was five foot eight and his equipment was oversized, as I discovered one day in the living area. We each had a space to ourselves for sleeping. I stuck my head around the door to tell him we were going swimming and he was lying on his bed stroking his eight and a half inches of steel muscle. It looked like a foot on someone that short. He kept right on stroking and said he would catch up with us later. Clay was the other tech. At fifty-six, he was the old man on the tour. He had worked at the lab for nearly twenty years. I had seen him naked hundreds of times and never really considered him for more than one of the crowd. His chest was a forty-six, his waist was forty, his hips were forty-two. His visible manhood was restricted to a large mushroom protruding from his pubic hair. He was quiet and kept to himself. It was my job to make sure they both got to the field lab on time. I opened his door at five AM. He was sound asleep, uncovered; his penis standing nearly eleven inches above his body. I couldn’t resist the temptation. I slipped into his room and grabbed the monster in my fist. He smiled and moaned as I stroked this giant up and down. He mumbled about someone named Ruth and grabbed his cock and started stroking as I watched. Then he shuddered as his monster exploded. Copious amounts of hot sperm shot upwards and drained down the gigantic stalk of his manhood. I watched as he pumped gallons of jism into the air. When the flow stopped and his cock softened, I left him covered in his ejaculate with his hand wrapped around the still-seeping volcano. The next morning he was in the same state and I again stroked his giant. I closed my eyes and covered the head with my mouth, sucking his velvet monster. His hand suddenly gripped the base of his cock and he stroked as I sucked. I opened my eyes and he was grinning at me. “Thanks,” he whispered, “I thought yesterday was more than a wet dream. It’s been a long time since I was in the Navy. I had a friend or two who swapped favors with me.” He continued stroking his cock as he talked. Encouraged by his story, I went back to enjoying the huge velvety head. He came with a shudder and I drank his musky offering. His eyelids fluttered as he tried to maintain his control as it surged from the hole in his cock. “Morgan wants to fuck your tight beautiful ass.” He talked as I cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue. “We have discussed the possibility. He set up that scene the other day where you caught him beating off. Him and I have been talking about you since we got here.” Later that day, I popped in again as Morgan had just returned from the shower. Using his exposure as a lead in, I started there. “Sorry I interrupted your personal time the other day. But I must tell you it sure made me hot. I have beat off every day since thinking about your huge cock and that tight bubble ass of yours.” The front of his towel moved as his cock accepted the compliment. His nipples hardened and he blushed as he decided which way to go. He nodded his head, making the choice. The towel slipped and puddled around his feet, his pride still pointing down but filling fast and raising its wide covered head as a yes, my own revealing itself from the leg of my trunks. He grinned and stepped close to me, his hands deftly removing my clothing. My cock swung out and up, his own joined the movement. Being eight inches taller than he was, his cockhead pressed against my pendulous ball sac. He pulled me close and our cocks stood together between us. “Suck my cock and get it wet so I can fuck your ass.” I grabbed his hard-on and pulled the angry head free from the covering. It was already slick with precum. I knelt in front of him. The head was already wet, so it slipped easily into my mouth. I sucked eagerly and soon had the full length hard and wet. I fondled his tight balls and slipped a finger into his tight pucker. He moaned and pulled free from my talented face. “Another minute like that, and I would have cum all over you,” he panted. “We have all night.” I reminded him. “I like your willing cock and want you to fuck me.” He pulled me down onto the bed and nodded yes as his mouth slid over my drooling cock, his finger working my willing hole. I licked his balls and tongued his cock shaft. Again my mouth covered his manhood. I sucked as he sucked me. He came without warning: suddenly his cock was spurting thick clots of cum into my face. I drank as he released his pleasure. His fingers found my prostate and triggered my release. I shuddered as jets of jism shot from my balls and down his throat. We relaxed and I turned to face him. He mumbled something about the great blowjob, and fell asleep. I arose and wrapped his towel around me and headed down the hall to my own room. As I walked past Clay’s room, I noticed his door slightly open and a faint light in the room. He was sitting there in bed stroking his giant phallus. “If those had been my fingers teasing your beautiful ass, you can bet I wouldn’t have fallen asleep before I had fucked it hard and long”. I felt a twinge deep inside me telling me what I already knew. I had wanted that oversized beauty buried to the hilt since I first saw it erect. I grinned at him as I locked his door. Then I let the towel drop and walked over to the bed. He smiled and nodded as I approached, his impressive cock quivering as I neared. He patted the mattress and I lay down beside him. “If you were a woman, I would kiss your lips and fondle your luscious breasts,” he whispered and then he kissed me hard using his tongue to emphasize his point, while his hand massaged my nipples erect. “Then I would massage your clitoris until you were wet and loose.” His hand stroked my cock erect and leaking precum. “And because my cock is long and wide, I would oil you well to make sure I could get inside.” From somewhere he produced a bottle of baby oil and his slick fingers greased my manhole and slipped inside to heat me up. Then without any talking, he turned me onto my stomach and bent my knees so my ass was in the air. His oil-drenched fingers slid in and out of me until he was sure he could fit inside. Then he pressed his drooling cockhead against my tight pucker and forced his cock inside. Slowly he moved forward until his flesh met mine. He pulled back and then slammed hard into me, his huge balls slapping against my own. I could feel my muscles tighten and pulse around his cock, easing off on the outstroke, tightening on the instroke. “Milk me baby, milk me. You got the best man pussy I ever fucked.” He increased the rhythm and assaulted me with his neverending cock. I regaled in his attention to pleasure, for both of us. His timing was perfect. I begged him to fuck me longer and harder. He slammed tight against me again and again. And just when I knew I could cum with his cock plowing into me, he slowed and stopped. He pulled free and turned me onto my back. “Now I will fuck you like someone I care about.” He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the mouth. Then his still hard cock slipped under my balls and deep inside me again. His huge fist circled my rigid cock and he stroked me in time with his own in-out pace. He moved and stroked fast until we were near the breaking point and then he would slow and let us coast downhill. Then up and down again. For hours his huge hard cock slammed in and out of me. His fist pounded my cock as he fucked. Finally I told him I was ready whenever he was. He smiled and pulled his huge cock from my willing hole. Using both hands he wrapped around both rigid cocks and stroked us to the finish. Our cocks erupted, shooting thick globules of heated semen into the air to splatter down on my face and chest, volley upon volley of man juice until I was covered with a blanket of jism. I curled up on his hairy body and fell asleep. I would forever look at an older man differently. I could hardly wait to get home and teach these new tricks to some old friends...