Gay Erotic Stories

I had become a frequent visitor to a popular gay chat room. It was a year after my divorce, and I was feeling the need to act on those feelings I had hidden for many years. I’ve known since I was 11 or 12 that I was sexually attracted to other guys. I had fooled around with a male cousin a few times, jerking off together, but when I got older I put all that aside. I fell in love with a beautiful woman who would become the mother of my children. Now, healing from the pain of divorce, it was time to begin exploring again.

Though I had been mostly a lurker and had chatted with many guys, I had never agreed to meet anyone. But when I began chatting with Eric who was from my community, I felt very comfortable. He was much younger than I, but asked to meet for coffee. It took all my nerve to say yes…and then actually meet.

We were to meet the following day at a local coffee shop at 2. I arrived about 1:45 and walked around. There were sitting areas indoors and outdoors. Only a much older man was sitting outside, so I ruled him out. Inside, there were two men each sitting alone. One fabulously handsome dude was reading the paper and looked up when I passed. I was terrified to speak. The other guy seemed bored and didn’t look up at all.

I went to the counter to order coffee, and then walked back through the coffeehouse. The handsome guy looked up again. Should I speak? Should I ask if his name is Eric? I wasn’t sure what to do. I walked outside again, hoping that he might follow. He didn’t. I sat at a table outside and slowly drank my coffee. With nearly ½ hour passing, I picked up my nearly empty cup and walked back inside. Either Mr. Handsome wasn’t my guy, or he just didn’t show up. When I got inside, I realized that there is a back door and he may have come and gone that way. Mr. Handsome was still there, and I sat for a minute at the bar.

Just then, a dark haired young man sat down next to me with his cup of coffee. “Are you Jim?” he asked.

“Yes… Eric?”

“Yes.”

Ahhh. My man had arrived. We sat and chatted casually while we both finished our coffee, then walked out to the parking lot. I watched him walk. He was a very masculine looking 26 year old guy with dark wavy hair and brown eyes. In the parking lot, I could tell he was as nervous as I was.

“What should we do?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” I replied.

“Want to take a ride in my car?”

“Sure,” I said, though I was secretly wondering if I’d be safe.

We rode in his sleek black Honda and talked with greater ease. We shared personal interests and really clicked. When I finally checked my watch, we’d been driving for well over an hour though the city. I was ready to move to the next step with this great guy, and he seemed interested too. I touched him lightly on the hand while he shifted, and he responded with a gentle squeeze.

“I’d love to have some private time with you,” I said. “I’d really like to kiss you.”

”I’d like that too,” he responded, his eyes sparkling. “We could go to my apartment.”

“Let’s go.” In a few minutes, he was leading me up the stairs to his apartment. I’d describe it as a typical grad student’s apartment, bright color, and interesting homemade art on the walls, a desk and computer in the living room, along with a big comfortable couch. Once inside, with doors locked, we kissed and began groping each other. It was sexy and hot. Then he led me over to the couch where we continued making out. I had never enjoyed kissing more. Running my hands through his hair, kissing his neck, nuzzling his ears, tonguing his mouth all made me hard as rock. From my gentle squeezing at his crotch, I could tell he was just as hard, and possibly bigger than me.

He began pulling his shirt over his head. His chest was covered with dark hair, with dark brown nipples about the size of quarters. His slim build was a real turn-on for me. I followed his lead and pulled my shirt off. We continued making out, now chest to chest. Then, lips began to move down, taking in nipples and pecs and stomach and belly buttons. Belts were undone, zippers unzipped, pants slid down. He was wearing a pair of white boxer briefs, gently snuggled against his raging boner and lovely, if smallish, set of balls, much like my own. Rubbing our crotches together was heavenly while darting tongues intertwined. This man was incredible!

It wasn’t long before tongues weren’t enough. We helped each other out of our underwear, and I couldn’t help but admire his 7” beauty…long, firm, uncut. I’d never touched an uncircumcised penis, and his “extra” bit of skin was fascinating. My own cut cock, 6 inches with a bit of curve to it, was filled to capacity with anticipation. We stroked each other, manipulating scrotums, tracing large veins, feeling flared heads, exploring and tickling and pumping. I wanted nothing more than to feel his rock-hard dick in my mouth.

He got to me first, however. His lips slipped over the crown of my penis and I was transported. With a hot mouth and a talented tongue, he thrilled me with a constant motion, all the while manipulating my shaft with his fingers. I wouldn’t last long, so I moved his mouth off my cock and lowered my head to his lap. For the first time, I felt the heat of a man’s dick in my mouth, and it was wonderful. He tasted slightly salty from the drop of pre-cum that sparkled on the end of his cock. He smelled of soap and manly sweat. I worked on that dick for as long as I could. It began to feel very good and right to have my mouth full of throbbing dick. I tried my best to massage his balls while I sucked him.

After a few minutes, he pulled out of my mouth. We kissed some more, leaned back and began to each jerk ourselves off. It wasn’t long at all until we both were spurting huge, built-up loads of semen. I shot three large gobs on my chest, in ways that I haven’t shot in years. He shot long, ropy lengths of white fluid, some of it on me.

This gentle man then grabbed a towel and we both cleaned up. We kissed again, and remained naked with each other on the couch. We talked about family and other important things before I departed.

We each asked to see the other again. We communicated by email several times a week, and then found time to have a second session. It was much more comfortable for me, since I knew what to expect. We’re planning another get-together soon. I can’t wait!