Gay Erotic Stories

Saturday nights are my favorite. I guess that sounds strange coming from a man in his late fifties. Many would figure that I spend Saturdays playing poker with old war buddies, reminiscing about the good old days over cold brewskies and cigars. I do that from time to time, so the neighbors would think I was just a happy-go-lucky bachelor that likes hanging with the guys. I’ve had to use my “Southern boy” charm to get myself out of several explanations. Because no matter where you live, people will still wonder why a guy your age has never been seen with a woman, let alone ever married to one. I’ve been doing pretty well for myself. But, it seems like the people are starting to talk. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. But, I’ve had to watch my back all the time, you see. After all, nobody knows that I like the warm company of another man. I can’t imagine what my old buddies would think if they ever knew how many men I’ve sucked off. Anyhow, the neighbors would have a good reason to finally talk now. I have been spending an awfully lot of time with my neighbor’s son Jacob. We’ve been doing manly stuff like auto repair, electrical wiring, even weightlifting. I sometimes wonder, though, if they ever notice how much our arms actually rub together. How my hands slowly glide over Jacob’s bicep as I pretend to show him how to lift correctly. Jacob’s parents were actually surprised by his sudden interest in me. He was never the type to engage in the usual guy stuff, and his father seemed pleased when Jacob started hanging with a retired military man. I guess Jacob’s father figured I could be a positive male role model. I have to admit that I find myself playing the role model. There are times when I feel obliged to teach Jacob the lessons of life, especially since I’m so much older. But, as we’ve grown to know each other, I find myself being the pupil far more often. He has actually taught me more lessons about masculinity, at least when compared to other men I’ve been involved with. Lying next to him in this squeaky bed, I feel energized, as if the greatest part of me is about to unravel. He’s grown taller over the years. I remember our first night together when he was already eighteen. His body was so boyish then, not as tight and muscular as he is now. Jacob lies with his knees bent, still clad in his white briefs. I’m intent on changing that very soon, if you know where I’m coming from. As if he’s just read my mind, Jacob pulls me close, and whispers “Take it off slowly. Mr. Jones.”

He starts nibbling me underneath my sandpaper chin. My dick stiffens underneath my shorts. Jacob often calls me by my first name Rob, but he sometimes says Mr. Jones because he knows it reminds me of our first night together. I slowly run the cotton down around his hips, stopping just short of his thighs. His cock rests against glistening brown pubic hair. I bend my nose down, and intake all of Jacob’s musky scent. He cries out the moment I wrap my lips around his left ball. In a husky voice, he says “Yes, Rob. Do the other one. Yes. Just like that. Ahhh.” I swear I could make him come right now, if not for the fact that I want him to have me later on. We spend at least a half-hour embracing, and running our hands all over each other. Ever since Jacob started attending college, we haven’t had much time to spend together. It used to hurt me that Jacob used to sleep with other men, particularly those that are around my age. I wanted him all to myself, maybe because I knew that I was Jacob’s first. I was relieved when Jacob told me six months ago that I was irreplaceable, and that he wanted to be involved with me only. We hold hands as he climbs over me, pressing his soft lips against mine, me running my fingers along his thick sideburns. Our bodies stick together with a thin layer of sweat. He starts moving between my legs, running his hands down my hairy chest. “Ooooooo, ahhhhh, Jacobbbb, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” my speech slurred considerably as I gave into the pleasure of Jacob sucking my cock. He moved his tongue along the shaft, raising his head up to kiss the tip of my dick. Suddenly, I found myself bathed in saliva. Jacob took one final taste before reaching into my drawer for more lubrication. I held Jacob’s cheeks apart as he lowered himself on my cock. I slid in effortlessly. With his hands pressed firmly against my chest, Jacob rocked back and forth, back and forth. I groaned like a wild bear, hungry for the hot sex that Jacob was offering me. Lifting myself in a sitting position, I draw Jacob’s legs closer to my body. My ear pressed between Jacob’s pectorals, I could feel the heavy breathing that shook his body. He rests his chin atop my wet blond hair (my crew cut growing out), pressing me closer to his smooth rippled body. I could feel his strong arms stiffen as I begin moving my hips upward. I felt my body growing more relaxed, the heat spreading all throughout my loins. Jacob cried between deep breaths, “Harder, Rob, oh go harder” and I exclaimed “Jakie, yes, yes, give it all to me, mmmmmm.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations that danced between my legs. My body shook as my orgasm rippled inside Jacob, shutting my tearful eyes tightly as my moans subsided into quiet breaths. It was Jacob’s turn now, and I wanted to reward him for making me feel so good. I lay on my stomach, my body still tingling, sticking my hairy butt in the air for him. Beforehand, I made sure to grease Jacob’s with saliva and lubricant. I felt his breath hard on my back, my hairs dancing stiff in the familiar breeze. I know this is Jacob’s favorite position, and I grab the bed sheets in anticipation of the first thrust. He teases me, sliding his cock slowly inside my asshole. I grunt as he pushes in gently, carefully wrapping his arms around my stomach. Jacob’s thrusts quicken in minutes, catapulting me back into forbidden pleasures. I’m lying on my back again, as Jacob presses my legs against his hard pectorals. He penetrates me again, his head turned up toward the ceiling. Jacob breathes through his mouth, grinding his hips hard against my ass. When Jacob is on top of me, he rarely speaks. He claims it’s because he enjoys being inside me so much. I tighten my cheeks, trapping Jacob inside my moist, hairy spot. Jacob’s eyes open large, as a loud moan escapes from his sweaty mouth. Then my favorite part comes. Jacob lies completely on top of me, wrapping my furry legs around his smooth waist. We clasp tightly to each other, my large hands burning into Jacob’s back. There are times when Jacob licks my upper lip, and rubs his nose against my mustache. Instead, Jacob faces the pillow, giving me occasional kisses underneath my ear. “Oh Rob, I’m going to come” Jacob stutters. “Ohhhhhh, shoot it all inside. Fill me with it.” Jacob’s hips start pumping mechanically. He was on autopilot. I grabbed his ass, holding him firmly against my lower body. “I need it Jacob!!!! I need it!!!!” Jacob’s body convulses as a great “UH, UH, UH!” escapes from his mouth. We lie still for a while. Jacob’s hot and sticky semen felt absolutely satisfying in my hairy asshole. I felt almost inclined to tighten my ass again as Jacob pulled his limp cock out of me. He collapses on top of my chest, enjoying his post-coital high. There are things that Jacob and I need to discuss. I know he feels it too. Instead of rushing things, I pull the sheets over Jacob, and hold him closer against me. As another Saturday night comes to a close, we drift into a pleasant slumber, both of us dreaming about the future that lies before us—with our hands clasped firmly together.