Gay Erotic Stories

Carl was older than me and had married my niece who was younger than me. Their marriage was rocky from the start as Carl had several run-ins with the law. It finally caught up with him and he was sent away to prison for three years. My niece couldn't take it and divorced Carl while he was put away. After he got out of prison, we saw one another occasionally and I had always liked Carl, so we remained civil and friendly to one another, as did Carl and my niece.

I had remembered her talking about him being restless in prison because he was horny and couldn't have visits. I asked my niece what he did about these situations and she said "he screws his bunk mate all the time". I was intrigued by this as I had been with several men myself over the years, but nothing long term or serious, just the occasional blowjob. I had run into Carl and invited him over for a beer and he accepted, as we had not touched base in months. I am 38 and Carl is 48, but in pretty decent shape, with a beer gut--just an average looking Joe--me too for that matter.

Anyhow as the evening progressed and the beers took hold, we decided that Carl had drunk too many beers to drive, so he could crash at my place until morning as I had an extra room. With that decided, we were having a pretty good time reliving some of our adventures from earlier years and having a pretty good time. I decided to ask Carl about the prison stay and as we talked, he brought up the thing about screwing his bunkmate for sexual release. I asked him what all they did and he explained that this guy liked guys, so he would suck Carl's cock, rim his ass and let Carl fuck him in the ass.

I asked how long this had went on and he said from shortly after he arrived until he left. I asked him if he missed that kind of sex and he told me that he still got a little male tail every now and again. I laughed, as I never imagined that he would still be doing those sorts of things now that he was out. We talked on and then Carl asked if he could take a shower, as he was feeling grimy so I told him to go for it and that I would take one after him.

When I got out of the shower and went back into the living room, Carl was plopped down on the couch with only a towel around his waist, so I wrapped my towel around my waist and joined him. He handed me a fresh beer and we again began sippin’ our brew. Carl kept pulling at himself and then said kinda mumbly that he was getting itchy. I asked him what that meant and he said ‘horny’. I said, "Carl, what can I do to help". He looked at me with a surprised look on his face, but at the same time spread his legs so that I could see up under the towel and view his entire package.

As I looked at him, I could see his cock bobbing from the blood flowing into its length. I slid off the couch and pushed his legs apart and got between them. As I looked into his eyes, I could see pure lust as he closed them and laid his head back on the couch. I took just the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue as a low moan came from deep in Carl's chest. He placed his big hands softly on each side of my head and controlled the pace of my mouth moving up and down on his growing cock. I licked his clean soap smell balls and lifted his legs higher as his ass slid forward, exposing his asshole to me.

I immediately cupped my mouth over his hole and forced my tongue inside of him. Slowly pushing my tongue against his opening until it slipped just inside. Now with being inside him, I applied more pressure and got as much of my tongue in his hole as I could. Then tongue fucked his hole for several minutes, alternating with long licks up and down his ass crack. Carl was in pure ecstasy as he moaned and begged me not to stop. My next surprise came when Carl pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth, sticking his tongue inside my mouth and searching for my tongue. As I straddled his lap, I could feel his cock bumping against my asshole. Carl wetted his finger in his mouth and inserted it in my hole to stretch it and smear his spit on my opening. His cock was wet from my spit and slobber as he eased his big cockhead inside of me.

The pressure was great, but since I was on top, I could control how much of his cock went in me. Before I knew it, I was sitting face-to-face with him and his cock was buried to the hilt up my ass. The feeling of fullness and the movement of his love muscle on the insides of my man pussy was more than I could take. I began riding his cock and the more I rode, the faster I got, until I was slamming my ass against his lap, flailing my ass on his spear and wanting his very being to be further inside of me. His cock was striking my prostate and the stimulation was making me inch closer to orgasm. The harder I fucked myself on his cock, the more intense the feeling became until I went over the edge with Carl's cock wedged to the hilt in my ass, spewing my hot cum on his belly as he continued to thrust.

Then I felt the first rush of his cum as he exploded in me, bathing my man pussy with his thick cream, my asshole clinching his took and draining it. We both collapsed into each other out of breath. But damn what a feeling. Carl comes over more often now. We don't dink as much beer, but I have become his prison bunkmate on the outside. I gladly give him my ass anytime he wants it and suck his cock until he fills my mouth with his sweet man cream.

Every guy should have such a nephew. I'm glad I have mine.