Gay Erotic Stories

Time went on, about a year later, I called a phone number that I had committed to memory. They were getting a divorce. So we started to see each other. We would go to Strip clubs so she could watch the women and get that pussy all wet. We would never make it all the way home without stopping somewhere semi-public and fucking our brains out.

One night we stopped at a rest area. We're lying on this little knoll after fucking our brains out, I asked her to marry me. I told before answering I wanted her to know something more about me. . She said go ahead. But that it would make no difference in her answer.

She was lying there in a corset, with those big beautiful titties hanging out, and her beautiful shaved pussy glistening in the light of the moon. So I proceeded to tell her that I was Bi also and that I enjoyed sucking cock every bit as much as eating pussy. I told her that when I got out of the corp. I had my first experience, and had been hooked ever since.

She asked me to tell her more. So I told her that, I like to go to the bookstores that her and I had already frequented and that in the back were movie booths with holes in the walls. Well she had never heard of such things. As I told her more she continued to play with her pussy getting it wetter and wetter.

I would go in and when someone would come into the next booth. Then I would let them get good and involved in the movie, watching them stroke themselves. Then I would stick my finger thru the hole. The more I would tell her, the more excited she would get. Sometimes the person would leave, but most of the time a beautifully shaped shaft would slide through to greet me. That if I was lucky the hole would be big enough for him to but his balls though too. I would fondle his balls then give them the longest tongue bath.

You see I never rush. I enjoy the act, as I would like to have it performed on me. Then I would work my way up the shaft, licking and sucking all the way around the shaft. Biting it ever so gently. Slowly working my way to the head. By the time I would reach the head, usually my reward would be, an abundant amount of clear pre-cum--so sweet usually. I really love that. Then I would set to work on the head--licking and lightly nibbling the head, just enough for him to feel my teeth. Then I would run the whole shaft in my mouth, sometimes being able to take the whole shaft down my throat.

With others, the enjoyment of it being too long, I would just force as much down my throat as possible. Sometimes for the smaller guys like myself, I was able to lick their balls a little while still holding the whole shaft in my mouth. Repeating this process slowly but as long as it would take. Then I'd feel that little tremor from the shaft on my tongue. Now I've got him, the taste would slowly take me to a place, only a mouth full of cum could satisfy. The seal of my mouth around his cock would tighten so I would lose nothing. They wouldn’t have to move one bit. Back and forth I would slide my mouth on his shaft, until my mouth was full of the cream that I believe to be so sweet. I'd swallow until I knew they could make no more. By this time I could feel the guy sliding down his side of the wall. He wasn't pulling out of my mouth he had nothing to hold on to.

By the end of my story to her she had masturbated, and with a long low groan she came with her mouth around my cock. She was trying to match my technique of suck as I had described. Close--very close.

Now all of those years of being married to this Lady, she and I would spend our Saturday evenings at the strip club, and then when she was ready we would go to the bookstore. There we would usually spark interest just by being a couple. Back then; around here it was not a common site. We would have no problem finding an interested party next door.

I know a lot of the time we would get a straight guy, thinking that she was the one sucking on the end of his cock. You could tell that from the things some of them would say, all the while I was the one making them feel so explosive. Sometimes I would have her fondle their balls, so they would feel the softness of her hands on them. But the whole time she would be watching me pleasure them with my mouth.

To prove it, a lot of the time we would come out of our booth at the same time that they would. They would look at her, and she is beautiful, and thank her. Some would say they wished their wife would suck cock as well as she had. Then she would look at them and tell that I was the one that had made them feel so good. Some would freak and leave, some would hear her finish telling them that I was just showing her how I wanted to be sucked off. They would just stand there with their mouths hanging open.

The glory hole is a great thing because you don't have to like the way the man looks--just his cock. Nowadays’ swallowing is pretty much out, because of AIDS. I miss the days when you could. On these Saturday evening / Sunday morning outings, she would be so deep in euphoria, that we would head out seeking a close public place to fuck. You may or may not be surprised at the number of women passers by that would stop to see as much as they could see. This would just add to her heat. To have a woman stand sometimes just a matter of a couple of feet away, watch her get her pussy filled.

One time it made her cum so much that, I slipped completely out of her. The next stroke buried me perfectly to the hilt up her ass. Introducing her to anal in one swift stroke. Once when we had time, we repeated the whole sequence three times in one evening. We got to the bookstore the first time about 8 pm and left for the last time about 4 in the morning. We had pushed getting busted by the law just as much as we had dared that night.

I had three very beautiful cocks to drain completely. She got to put on her show twice in public surroundings, getting her pussy filled. We sent one, two, maybe three straight men home knowing that a man had pleasured them. Maybe I changed their lives. And we finished by fucking the last time that night at the same rest area that I had first told her about my love of sucking cock and glory holes.

I told you all we are divorced. Well her new friend was our neighbor. Well for six or seven years prior to the split, he would spend one, sometimes two or more evenings a week late in my garage, to work on whatever. One night we were working on some type of project and drinking. Later in the night there was more drinking than work being done. It just turned into a party. He drank beer but my choice of drink was Jack Daniels.

Well sooner or later you have to piss.

I went out behind the garage. I really didn't give it too much thought when he followed suit. I love to play, but prefer to be very careful around home. I had a nice flow going (not being a show off, but I let go of my dick to light a cigarette) and he reaches over and takes a hold of my shaft. I thought, oh this is so cool. For once someone is helping me out. We got back in the garage and I figured, what the hell.

I just wanted to see what would happen. I showed him an ad I had ready to mail; with it I had a photo of her nicely shaved pussy and one of my shaved cock. I noticed he gave each photo equal viewing. I showed him the ad itself, it stated that we were a bi-couple was in search of the same. He read it and handed it back saying nothing. I thought I had fucked up. We kept on drinking.

About two or three weeks later my wife and I started to party in the afternoon. About 5 pm he and his wife came over and started drinking with us. By 8 pm, we had gotten pretty loaded, I wanted her and I to go to a glory hole for our usual Saturday evening romp. But because he and his wife were over to visit, we couldn't. About 10:30 we thought the wives had went in. But they had called it a night. He and I had gone out to the garage. I still felt the need. Later, when we were alone, her now boy friend would slip home and then come back. The first time I thought he was just checking to see if his wife had gone to bed. After the third time he came back it was about midnight...to my surprise, he slipped off his shirt, and was wearing a lacey Black and Red bra.

He dropped his jeans and had matching panties, a garter belt and hose on. He dropped a pair of black high heels (which I hadn't seen him carry in) to the floor and slipped them on. I had been sitting on a shop stool when he started this performance. He slowly walked over and stopped just a little in front of me. He knelt down, reached up unzipped my fly. I stood up; he reached inside and pulled my cock out. He sucked on it for about twenty minutes. I knew this was far from being his first time.

When he stood up, I noticed for the fist time, he hadn't stuffed the bra; he had an expensive set of gelatin filled falsies on. Then I noticed he had shaved his legs and what little hair he had off of his chest. He said he wanted to show me a couple other things to just wait a minute. He was gone about ten or fifteen minutes. I thought he went home again. But he had gone out to my shed.

When he came back in, he had on an expensive white silk blouse, a black mini-skirt and carrying a small purse. He had long hair anyway (he had taken it out of the ponytail, and had fluffed out over his shoulders). Then once again he knelt before me. He asked if I had sent the ad in yet, I had totally forgotten that I had shown it to him. He said he had been setting a little money aside a little at a time for new clothes for a couple of years. After seeing the ad, he had spent three hundred dollars on his tits and two outfits with shoes and purses. And that he had been hiding the clothes and waiting for the right night to get dressed up, and show me. He said he had wanted to suck my dick since he had seen me taking a piss when we were drinking and that he had wanted to hold it in his mouth ever since. With that he undid my belt, unbuttoned my trousers, unzipped my fly again, and pulled my trousers down. This time I stopped him and finished taking then off.

He started licking my balls. Talk softly as he played, He said that every time he would see me working outside, he would go to the bathroom, locking the door, he would try to see me from the window and jack off. He said that he would catch his cum, then hold his hand up and let his cum drip into his mouth. Pretending like it was I shooting into his mouth. Then he took my shaft all the way down his throat. He came back up and started talking again. He was telling me throughout, how he had bought a dildo about my size with a suction cup on the base, and that whenever his wife would go out shopping, he'd take a bubble bath. He told her it was because of his dry skin. He'd get all dressed up. Then he would stick this dildo to the wall and pretend it was me. He would give it a blowjob. He said that would work him up so bad that he'd back up and fuck himself in the ass acting like it was me.

Now this whole time he's sucking me and talking. He mentioned that when he got ready to cum he would pull it out of his ass and as slowly as he could he would cum on the dildo. This way he could lick the cum off of it, and pretend that was me cumming, and suck it off, acting like it was my cum. Then he would hurry and get cleaned up, and come out to talk to me. He said sometimes he would intentionally leave some cum on his mustache just to see if I would notice.

Apparently, one time he was coming out the back door as his wife was coming in. He knew he had a great big glob of thick white cum in his mustache because he'd just checked in the mirror to make sure it was still there. His wife saw it; she told him he had something in his mustache. She told him that if I saw I would kid him that it looked like he had taken to sucking dick. He told me that he acted as to wipe it off, but didn't, and when he knew she couldn’t hear him he said that, that was exactly what he wanted me to think.

He looked up and asked if he were to suck me good enough if I would fuck him in the ass? I said I would.

I have a thing for she-males, too. He had me good and hard and he bent over the stool. I was surprised to see he had shaven everything. He had quite a feminine looking ass. He must have filled himself with KY jelly because my dick slid right in. He was nice and tight. I pumped him for a good twenty minutes. Then I felt it, so did he, because just as I started to shoot my cum. He pulled me out of his ass, and replaced it with his mouth. He was good. He had all of me, and he use his tongue on my underside to pull all of my cum out.

Truthfully, I didn’t know anyone else did that but me. Then he proceeded to lick me so very clean. He looked up at me all out of breath, and told me I tasted delicious, as he had hoped I would. He told me he would be right back because he wanted to change before anyone else saw him. When he did get back, I was behind the garage taking a piss again. He bent down, took me in his mouth and just let the excess piss drip from his mouth. He told me anytime I wanted a blowjob all I had to do was take it out and show it to him.

Another night, six months later, he came over. My garage window faced the back yard. He told me him and his wife had a fight and he just want to hid out and let things cool down a bit, I said okay. She came out and asked if I had seen him. I said not lately. Then she asked if my wife was home. I said yes.

I went in and got her. The two stood across the back fence taking and I at the window looking out. As the three of us talked me leaning against the window (this made it more convincing) I felt something. He had sat down on the floor and slid between my feet and sat with his back against the same wall. He pulled my zipper down, and pulled my cock out. Now were off and running. Our wives and myself are talking, and her husband just out of sight has got his mouth firmly attached around my cock. Now I knew how my wife felt to have someone fuck her, when she didn’t know they were watching. It was very exciting to say the least.

I was hoping my face wouldn’t let on, but I could feel it building.

Now my wife used to love to show her ass. But somehow she had managed to get the back of her dress up over her ass, without his wife noticing anything.

Then just as I couldn't take anymore, I swear that I could feel my piss hole spread just as I shoot the first of my load into his waiting mouth, my wife spreads her feet about shoulder width apart and lets this beautiful golden stream of piss flow. If you’re getting the picture, I’m watching my wife, with her dress up around her ass, feet apart pissing what seems to be endlessly--across the fence but almost face to face with his wife. And her husband is on the floor between my legs getting his mouth filled with my cum. I hadn’t ever cum so much up to that day. I just kept on squirting; I thought I was going to choke him.

To my surprise he took every last drop.

Well now I’m looking for a new playmate. So if any of you reading this: Male / Female or She-male, live in or come to central Illinois and want to get together, drop me a nice long letter. Always like to see pictures too.

I hope you have enjoyed my true story.

MAC

Mack@grics.net