Gay Erotic Stories

What an eye opener and what a hard-on I experienced. Still, I remained a closet curious type. I lived in the San Francisco Bay area where the gay world was nothing unusual. I started to call the gay chat lines and get off over the phone talking to other guys. I found that I was always the guy taking the role of cocksucker and boy pussy.

The role became urges, strong urges, so strong, one Friday after work I decided it was the night to try cock sucking. I dialed the chat line, and hopped around the connections until I came across a voice that sounded genuine and mature. He introduced himself as Jess.

We talked for a while. I told him I had not been with a guy but wanted to explore. We talked more and agreed to meet at his place. Shaking like a leaf, I wrote down directions and agreed to drive to his house to chat. He lived in a pretty well established, clean area of the Bay area.

I showered and dressed, putting on a pair of runner’s briefs versus my normal, everyday briefs. I’m not sure why. I think because they have no opening and are cut slightly smaller. Today, I feel I was passively being submissive by wearing something that prevented free access to my own cock.

Off I went up the Interstate and pulled off at the Burlington exit. I was so nervous, I immediately got lost and had to call Jess and explain I was lost. He offered to drive to the gas station from where I was calling. “No, let me try again,” I replied. He sounded so calm and sort of supportive.

I finally arrived at his house and nervously walking up the stairs to his front door, took a deep breath and knocked. After a brief pause, the door opens and there stood Jess – roughly 5’11, 170, slender, mustache with a tinge of gray in black, matching that on his head. He was in running shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. He had just showered and was kicking back listening to the ball game.

We shook hands and he invited me in. Jess offered me a beer and, accepting the offer, we walked into the kitchen where he had been sitting and enjoying a Giants game. We started talking about sports and running. We were both avid runners. I’m not sure how, but we then sat on the couch and started talking about sex, guy sex. He explained how he started as a voyeur and then realized he was bi. I explained I had only been with a guy once, just to get a blow job and that I had a strong urge to explore further, this time to give a guy a blow job.

Jess indicated he had a video of two guys giving each other blowjobs on his bedroom TV, and asked if I wanted to go watch and get comfortable. I agreed and into his bedroom we went. The bedroom, as was his entire house, clean and orderly. As he went to the TV to start the video, I went to the bottom corner of his bed and sat as the video started. He had it set to start where the two nude (and well hung) guys were on a pile of straw, rearranging themselves to place their cocks in front of the other’s face.

At this point, I went into what seem like natural reactions. I asked Jess if I could take off my cloths. He said, “Mark, sure, get comfortable.” I stripped to my briefs and turned toward him. He was sitting up in the bed, his shirt off. His chest was nicely covered with gray and black hair. His torso was athletic. Jess’s chest hair pattern trailed down across his taught abdomen to the top of his shorts. I asked if I could remove his shorts. And, having forgot all about the hung cock on the TV, I found myself unveiling the same, but real cock, and right there in front of me. Jess’s cock had to be nine inches, with a nice bulbous 2-inch head. It was erect, very rigid and had a slight throb. Below it was a ball sack that only accented Jess’s manhood.

Although it may not sound like it, I was still shaking like a leaf internally, but reacting almost as if instinctive. It seemed very natural.

Sort of sitting to his side, I reached for his cock, gripping it lightly and started to move my hand up and down his shaft. At the same time, I found myself repositioning, getting in between his knees, kneeling there over his cock. I lowered my head toward his cockhead and slowly too him in. I became super sensitive to the feeling around my mouth and tongue. It’s hard to describe, but there was a definite taste and texture to his cockhead, what I now call “man” taste and texture. Why wouldn’t it, “it” was the cockhead of an adult male. I held his cock-head in my mouth for a while, massaging the under head with my tongue, slowly working the shaft with my right hand, bracing myself over Jess’s groin are with my left.

I felt Jess’s hands on the side of my head, lifting me off him, and pulling me up, licking my ears, then my neck, then my tits. I reciprocated, releasing his cock, freeing both my hands to explore his stomach and chest, licking his hairy form just ahead of my exploring hands. I noticed he now had one of his hands on his cock, stroking. “That’s my job,” was the thought that immediately went through my mind. I quickly returned my right hand to his shaft.

Jess then took my head in both of his hands and guided my head and mouth back down, holding it just above his cock. He then moved his groin slightly, lifted he knees, opened his legs wider, and lowered me onto him, probably as he would lower his girlfriends onto him, gently inserting his cock in my mouth. He held my head momentarily as I set up an up and down rhythm on the end of his thick shaft. Up till now, it seems Jess’s role was the sole focus of us both – he, through purposeful action. Me through free acceptance of guidance and (apparent) instinctive reactive. He had established his position – of dominance, and mine, the pleaser.

He then started to explore my butt, first removing my briefs. Now, as I was rhythmically working his cock shaft in and out of my mouth, he was rubbing my ass and patting it lightly, asking “Mark, have you ever had a dildo up your ass? I have one here if you’d like that.” I told him no, I was too nervous. He continued to rub my ass, occasionally sliding a finger down, across my crack. Jess then shifted his attention to my cock. The feeling of his hand gently stroking me surprised me. There I was kneeling between a man’s legs, sucking his cock and he was stroking my cock in return. I immediately could feel the excitement within me – a load was building and I was soon going to cum. I didn’t want to, not yet. I told him he needed to slow down. “Are you going to cum?” he responded. “Yes, I am. I’m sorry. Please slow down,” I said. Jess returned to rubbing my ass, sides and chest, lifting my upper body up and forward to him. Again, both of us explored each other’s upper bodies with our mouths, yet me, still with one hand working his shaft. This was all new to me and scary. Yet, there seemed to be a natural, by role, reciprocation of each other’s actions.

His chest and nipples were fussy, warm and enjoyable to suck, lick and taste, as were his shoulders, neck and more.

Again, I retreated to his groin area, this time talking a few moments to enjoy the base of Jess’s manhood. My tongue was my probe sliding down the shaft to its base, my lips holding folds of his scrotum as I tasted and massaged. Tilting my head sideways, I slowly took his right ball into my mouth, being careful not to hurt him. Sucking as much of that now familiar man taste as I could, my tongue took me between his cock and legs, where I licked as a cat licks its fur. Then I returned to his shaft to lick its sides. On one of the down licks, I continued to his left ball. I repeated the attention I had given his right ball.

We repeated additional sensual caressing of each other’s others upper bodies, each time, me working back down to further arouse his internal build-up.

I’m not sure I picked up on it – his pending cum shot, but when I took his cockhead into my mouth this time, I increased my tongue massaging of his cockhead and the rhythmic up and down movement on his head and shaft, taking him deeper and harder each time. Jess was rubbing my nipples with his thumbs harder and harder. I started to notice his breathing and a real connection between my head movement on his shaft and a mutual groin motion on his part. By this time, I think I was taking him to the hilt. I remember, I had to be, but being inexperience, I was doing it unknowingly. Occasionally, I would stroke up his shaft with my mouth to his cock-head, which seemed to now have grown some, and would hold there, rapidly bobbing, twisting on his cockhead and then take plunge down, taking in his entire manhood in one smooth, purposeful motion.

Then, it happened, on one of my directed attentions of his cockhead, I felt his body tense up, his groin stiffen, and I got a very brief taste of something salty. Jess, his hands on the sides of my head, very rapidly lifted my mouth off his erupting cock, his load just missing my face, my mouth. Still jerking his shaft with my right hand, the spunk fell back to his cockhead each time he spewed - three, if not four times.

Knowing how I liked to rub my own cum on my cockhead when I came, I started to do the same to Jess. He took both my wrists to his cum soaked cock, forced my fingers to intertwine around his shaft, and used them to wipe his shaft of his cum, lathering my hands and fingers with his cum - rubbing his cum deep. As he pulled my encircling hands over his cockhead, Jess raised my cum covered hands to my nose and held them there for seconds, looking me in the eye. He never said a word. (Today, I wonder if that was a unconscious reaction of “marking” me as a Alpha wolf would a bitch.)

We, Jess lying and me kneeling between his knees, looked at each other. I then moved over to his side as he released my hands. He then asked if I would go to his hallway bathroom and get a moist towel to clean him. I instructively stood up, nude, in a stranger’s house, walked down the hallway to his guest bath, found a hand towel and returned to his bedside, where I sat, and wiped his head and groin clean of cum. I wiped his hands and returned to the bathroom and then cleaned my own hands.

On returning, I asked if I could put my briefs back on. “You haven’t cum yet, have you? Jess stated. No, I hadn’t. I had just committed a homosexual activity and was embarrassed and scared. I wanted to get out of there and shower – purify myself. I put on my briefs and sat next to him on the far side of the bed. He laid there, nude, and we talked for a while. His cock looked as enticing soft as it did when erect.

We both dressed and basically carried on a conversation as though we were friends. Jess asked that I consider getting together for coffee in the future. We parted company that Friday night, me with an experience that I still relive in details as this submission gives testimony.

Jess and I did talk on latter occasions. Experiences I may share later. Interested?