Gay Erotic Stories

It was that annoying guy again. I never knew why he called me a stud. I’m not all that. “I don’t think so,” I said. “I think I’m staying in.”

“There’s a stripper here you’ll love. He’s got a foot-long dick!”

Well, maybe I’d go out after all. I can’t resist a hung guy and a good challenge. What was I going to do anyway, sit at home online and go to bed? Carpe diem…

I drove out to Cleveland to the little bar about 11 PM. It was packed, and some tall muscular guy was having an argument with someone. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. Evidently, this guy was the stripper and the other guy had taken his dollar back for some reason. I walked over to see if I could get him calmed down.

“That guy took my money!” he said, slightly slurred from a few drinks. “Don’t worry about it, there’s more out there. Some guys are just jerks,” I said.

“You’re right. By the way, I’m Ed.” He was wearing a nice pair of jeans that showed off his muscular legs and a tee shirt covered with a flannel shirt. He looked like he just walked off a construction site. Just the way I like them.

“I’m Ken,” I said. “Nice to meet you.”

We sat down at a table and started talking and drinking. He was ‘straight’, but stripped for money. He didn’t mind being groped at all. It was a boost of self-confidence. I asked him how big he was, and he said 12 inches! I told him he’d have to prove it. He just smiled.

I followed him into the bathroom. The alcohol was kicking in and I was losing my inhibitions. I didn’t get a good look, but it seemed like probably about 5 inches soft. He told me it was a grower.

“I bet you I could go down on it,” I said.

“Nobody’s ever been able to do that to me. There’s no way you could,” he replied.

I kept pestering him for about 20 minutes, trying to convince him I could. I’d never had a cock that big before and I was determined to try. Either the alcohol or the idea wore him down, and he finally said I’d have to prove it to him. I smiled and lead him outside to my car. It was after midnight and I was too tired and broke for a motel. Besides, I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal anyway. After all, sometimes people say they’re really big but aren’t in reality.

He sat down on the passenger side and started rubbing his crotch. I was already fighting the urge to lunge at him.

“Wanna see?” he asked.

“Yeah!” I said, greedily salivating at the idea.

He unbuttoned his shirt to show his nicely built hairy chest. You could see the faint outline of his abs. He reached down and unbuttoned his fly and slowly unzipped the jeans. He pulled them down, revealing his flannel boxers. The head of his cock was peeking out. He reached down and pulled it out the flap. It didn’t look like it could grow to 12 inches, but I kept an open mind.

He stroked it a couple times and motioned for me to get down there. He didn’t have to tell me twice! I was down on him in a heartbeat. His cock was still soft and I hoped he hadn’t had too much to drink. I wanted to get it hard.

I sucked him in long slow strokes, with him moaning the whole time. I stopped occasionally to lick his nice low-hanging balls. They weren’t huge, but still felt good in my mouth. I started sucking him harder and in no time he was getting hard. I stopped and started jacking him. I grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. He was almost hard. I was very impressed. I didn’t have a ruler, but he was big! He wasn’t overly thick or anything, but I didn’t mind. I don’t know if he really was 12 inches, but at least eleven.

“Well, are you gonna prove it?” He said, smiling from ear to ear.

“Of course,” I said. Without hesitation, I lunged forward. I managed to get halfway down but started to gag. I started sucking him, trying to relax my throat. I grabbed his hips and plunged down as hard as I could. I felt his soft pubes brush against my lips. I started to gag, but held myself there. I slowly came off of his cock and started coughing, trying to catch my breath . “Damn! That was fucking amazing!” he yelled.

“I’m not done yet,” I replied.

I went back down again all the way and started sucking him in long deep strokes, deep-throating him again and again. I kept coughing but I didn’t want to stop. His dick was hard as a rock and felt so amazing in my throat. He was breathing hard and I wanted to taste his cum so bad.

He pulled me off of his cock, obviously getting too close too soon. “Turn around,” he said.

I was a bit nervous, but I did as he said. I lay on my stomach on the driver’s seat, reclined as flat as it would go. My Civic wasn’t the roomiest, but I was sure we could manage. He scooted over and onto his knees, stroking himself hard. I pulled down my jeans and jockstrap; definitely ready for anything he was willing to do. He pulled out a small bottle of lube and squeezed some onto my hole. He massaged it in with his big hands. His finger felt great up my ass, but I wanted his cock in there more. He lubed up his huge shaft from head to balls.

“Are you ready?” he said.

“Yeah, just go easy at first,” I said.

He rubbed the head of his cock on my tight hole, slowly working the head in. It hurt a little but I didn’t let him notice. He gently worked about 6 inches in and started fucking me in slow strokes, working more and more in each time. I couldn’t get enough of it. I reached behind me and grabbed his hips. I pulled him in all the way until he fell on top of me, his hips against my ass. It felt so damn good!

He propped himself up on his hands and started pounding me with every ounce of energy he had. I moaned out of sheer pleasure. In no time he was breathing hard and starting to groan. I tightened my ass down on him like a vise. He let out a howl and plunged in deep, filling my ass with a huge load. He collapsed on top of me for a moment, and then slowly rolled over back into his seat. “That was great. I’ve never had anyone take all of me like that,” he said.

I slowly rolled over. “I could go for a whole night of that!”

“I wish I could fuck you all night like that. That would be great.”

We sat and talked for a few minutes while we caught our breath. Neither of us wanted to go back into the bar. It was getting really late and we were already a bit drunk. He asked me if I could drive him home. He only lived 5 minutes away, so I said it would be fine. On the drive to his apartment, we talked about him mainly. He had been single for a while and hadn’t been having much luck with the ‘ladies’. I told him he was a great guy and awesome in bed so I couldn’t understand why. He thanked me for the compliment.

When we reached his apartment, he pulled out apiece of paper and wrote down his number. I told him I’d try to help him find a female date, and maybe some time we could hang out at a straight bar some time. He loved the idea and said he wouldn’t mind fooling around again too. I told him I’d be up for that any time! He leaned over and gave me a big bear hug and stepped out onto the curb. He turned to wave one time before disappearing down the alleyway.

The whole drive home, I felt incredible. My ass didn’t hurt at all and all I could think about was how good he was! I hoped I’d get a chance with him again but wasn’t sure.

As the weeks went by, I decided to give him a call finally. The number had been disconnected. It was nice to know he had left the rat-trap he called an apartment, but I was disappointed that I hadn’t called sooner. I asked around a few times about him, but never did get a chance to see him again. I still look back on that night with fond memories, and hopefully I’ll run into him again…or maybe I’ll run into someone just as big. You never know what can happen. Either way, I’m sure there’s another huge cock out there, dying to get sucked.

That’s enough to make me smile.