Gay Erotic Stories

Boy what wonderful memories! Back when I turned 18, it seemed I existed strictly to have fun. My greatest discovery was how much sex I desired, and though they were around and being used, there was no major concern over condoms. My hungry and sometimes seemingly endless search for those horny older men I adored so, led to my discovery of a place where they gathered at night. And I was there as often as I got hungry to taste the salt of a man--or two.

I hurriedly headed down over that hill, for knowing I could chow down on manhood freely. Within mere minutes of arrival in front of the place, mine made contact with a pair of equally brown eyes. I gazed into them for just a few seconds, then moved on to adore the cut of his light blonde hair, the thickness of his moustache, and the dark, late week shadow that adorned his face, destined to be mine. He evidently felt the same for me, because we got together and ducked into the darkness behind the building q u i c k.

I dropped my jeans and helped him with his, going to my knees all the while. Without so much as a glance at his meat, I slurped it into my mouth. Went down and sucked that dick the fast and cum-hungry way I normally did when there. His strong hands got grip on my head, managed to stop my action, then he suggested I stand. I did so, we meshed moustache for a bit, then he knelt and looked at my cock. After he commented on the nine-inch length and stroked it for a few, he swallowed it in one lunge. Damn did his moustache skill ever feel good! I followed as he’d done, applied tight grip to his head and eventually slid my fingers into only the softness of his hair.

I wanted more than anything to continue to fuck the face of that equally adept cocksucker till I shot. But as I was there and determined to suck cock, I sucked a fresh breath, pulled out of his mouth and took half a step back. Helped him stand back at his five foot eight inch height, and then went back to my knees and on him. He tried all he could to stop me, but was unable. I backed his firm ass against the cool, whitewashed cement block wall, sucked him off, told him how much I appreciated his letting me eat the salt of his essence, and then left him alone. Putting forth slight gasps with his jeans down to his ankles.

Within seconds of my entering the bathroom, in strolled something new. I liked it, wanted it, would have it. He just wasn’t aware of it at the time. I faked the look in the mirror and instead used it to watch where he went. Then I stepped into the stall beside him, dropped my jeans and locked on through the hole. He had that phallic deity out and ready.

“Nice dick you got there! It’ll fit right down my throat once it gets hard!” I verbalized once he finished his piss.

“Prove it!” he challenged.

He entered the stall at my request; we stared over each other for a few seconds. Then I was down and proving my point before he could regain full upright posture from the push of his jeans to his ankles. He first filled my ears with some great fuck-speak while I sucked that eight-inch slab. Then he forced me to take a break because I’d gotten him too hot. Sooner than he was ready, I was back down, and my sole intent was to finish him. The fuck-speak, the tight grip of his hands and the fast slams to my greed. It all continued until his hot rock candy was spent over my outstretched tongue. As he tucked that cock away and pulled up his jeans, back to me, he turned his head.

“Thanks.” he said over his shoulder.

I walked around before him and stared into his wide blues.

“There’s never a need to thank me. I’ll suck your cock anytime I see you here.” I loved the look he gave me, and then left him alone.

Within minutes of my return to the outside, I realized I was being eyed by what turned out to be just what I needed--a great-looking, horny older man. I seemed so sure of it being mine, my fingers tensed in my extreme readiness to begin feeling him. But I was quickly thrown into the realization that he had a whole other agenda. He flashed those green eyes and that white smile at me; even seductively rubbed a hand over some part of his tall, toned anatomy, but would let me get nowhere near being with him.

So, I played the chase game, indoors and out, in and out of the stalls with him. Flashed my hungry smile, lashed my adept tongue over my moustache and around my lips; even played a hand over various parts of my youthful anatomy. But not for too long did I play. He tried several times to invite me back, but I’d long decided to play him. I just hung back and let him show me hunger. Did another guy in the meanwhile, and snickered to myself when we passed outside. But, as my hunger for the heat of his experience prevailed, there came a time when I felt the need to get a look at his six-foot one-inch maleness. He heard my footsteps behind him, and headed to the larger stall where he could really put on a show for me. And boy was I ever ready for it!

M A N did that older guy ever want to put on a show for me! No sooner than I got down in front of that hole, he began. He first pulled his shirt to the top of his belly, real slow, then rubbed a hand all over it. Then he inserted one of those thick fingers into his mouth, pulled it out once it was coated with saliva. Then he dragged it through all the luxuriant, dark hair that graced his flat stomach. Once at the waistband of those fitting jeans, he pointed in my direction, drew a question mark in-air, then pointed at his bulge. I couldn’t help but laugh before I gave a response.

“Yes daddy! I wanna see that big dick! Please show it to me!” I begged through the hole. With that, he slowly unfastened his buttons, and then pushed those jeans down over those thick and hairy thighs and calves. What I watched jut to staring with a blind eye at me; it made my mouth water instant, and heavy. I pointed at that cock, inserted one finger in my mouth, and then made the in-air question mark with one on the other hand. He shrugged his broad shoulders, and then put up a ‘wait a second’ finger. The further he lifted the shirt, the clearer it became that I just had to have some of him.

His torso was trim, toned, lightly tanned and drenched with fur. His head leaned further back as the hand reached his built chest, and I gasped aloud at the beautiful, expansive coverage of the hair. When he again locked his gaze with mine, I again pointed, inserted the finger, and then questioned it all in-air. He was quick to hang that tongue out, drag a finger over it and wink. Then he used that wet digit to motion me in his direction. I fucking ran to get around that corner.

Boy was that jutting thing nice and thick!--uncut, eight and a half long, hard as stone and smelled of a days’ worth of hard work. I immediately fell to its throb, able to instantly inhale every inch of it down my hungry throat.

“You do know what you want, don’t you?” He said in a low growl and applied his hands to the back of my head of black curls. In answer, I slid my hands up his torso; privileged of the ability to feel the softness and density of the hair that graced his chest. The more of him my hands covered, then more he softly groaned. When I let a finger cross over the muscular flesh to a nipple, his groans gained volume. To lay double-finger seizure to one, and especially both, added words. But it all varied in frequency and lengths of phrase between the deep groans and hard seethes he filled the air with.

“Oh, yeah man!” He heaved. “That’s exactly right! Pinch those big nipples while slobberin’ all over my cock! Yeah! Keep those hungry jaws slidin’ up and down that dick! Real good suckin’ jaws you got there! Use ‘em to get me so hot, man! You’re gonna make me have to shoot that load to ya!” he warned.

I Pinched a nipple harder and put forth a choked off groan.

“Seems you want that load, do ya?!” He said with laughter in his voice. “Yeah?! Well, you’re my kind of cocksucker! You want it, and I want you to have it! Keep it up baby! Yeah, that’s how ta.ohhh yeahhh! Better open that fuckin’ mouth r e a l wide man, it’s commmin’ to ya!

I pulled back and got my face speedily drenched by at least three shots of his salty essence. By the time I even thought to recover and take its shooting self in my mouth, I was hit by more. It was hot, white, viscid, and I moaned louder as more hit and began to run. Nothing could have felt better as it ran down my cheek, between my eyes to the tip of my nose, off my chin onto my chest and points below.

When the white heat passed and I found my senses again, I could not retain the loud snicker at the realization of my position. I was leaned full into the outside corner of the stall. With that hot fucker spread-legged over me, my eyes looked up at his beautiful piece of softening meat. He took two steps back, gave a hand to help get me up, then I watched him tuck his dick away. I then prepared to do so, to have him watch in head-cocked, slightly open-mouthed interest as I did so.

“All that really fits in those underwear?” He asked and gave a point at my jock strap.

“As long as it’s relatively soft,” I replied through laughter, wiped my face as best as possible with my dry hanky, and then stepped behind him as he exited into the common area, on a beeline for the sink.

“Well, what have we here?” I whispered to myself when I stepped back onto the outdoor scene and spotted what had fast become my favorite familiar piece of manly endowment; six foot one, sparkling blue eyes, bear-sized and just as hairy. Bearded smile so warm it made my mouth water and my body shiver all at once. Since the first time I’d knelt and sucked his cock through the holes in the stalls, he’s known what I want. And has always been more than willing to feed me that cock the way he knows I need it. We groped each other’s bulges, and I fought not to drool while I watched his tongue flop around in his mouth through a few minutes of talk outside. Then the taste for the salt of that man overcame me.

Couldn’t help but take my time with him, there in that shower stall. He removed his shirt slow, made my mouth water ever harder with each fresh button. The sight of his wide, hairy chest reminded me of how many weeks had passed since I’d last serviced him. He moved my fingers to his nipples once I raised my hands. I pinched them at his prompt; our mouths locked seconds later. That thick tongue tasted good, like last time, and I so enjoyed the mesh of my black moustache with his salt and pepper one. To feel his beard as it scratched over my clean-shaven chin wore heavy. Pulled more moans forth the longer my hand slid over it, and made me all the more eager to feel the hair of his tool box on my nose. So I could inhale deep and get my nostrils full of his personal man-scent as I swallowed his eight long, by almost three thick, uncut dong.

To start, I used my tongue to push back the heavy foreskin, and then licked away the days’ salty sweat, piss dribbles, and thick, precum trickles. Yeah, I could just imagine what he’d seen throughout the day that started that cock to throb, and wished I could have been within sight to watch as it throbbed commando-style in his khakis.

My hunger swam deep in the moans he sent to echo through the emptiness of the large room. The faster he forced me to take his stiffer, the more I heard, smelled, felt and wanted from him. At times, he called my name in a heated whisper as he thrust to me. Other times, he’d seethe fuck-speak down at me through clenched teeth. Every move sent his personal man-scent wafting up my inhaling nostrils, and pulled groan after groan from me. I slid hands to his hairy calves; fingers squeezed and caressed the thickness of his manly flesh all the way up to his meaty ass. Once there, I took a chance and grazed a curious phalange over his hole. Much to my delighted surprise, he gasped and eased back to try and take it.

The change to relaxation in the force of his thrust to my face prompted a hand to my own throbber. I tried to beat it in time. As he well knew how I needed that cock fed to me, he backed me to the wall, moaned as my finger continued its slide into him. I adjusted position for total comfort; he resumed the hot face-fuck I so needed. Believe me; he let my throat know he meant to coat it. I took every thrust in stride and moaned louder on the pullback to let him know I only wanted more--more of the heat, the wet tightness, along with the slide of my long finger in his hairy hole. It made him warn of his impending orgasm before too long. I beat my cock just a touch faster and managed to make our orgasms simultaneous. Along with the orgasmic heat that surged through my slim, six-foot form on the floor, his salty essence did coat my throat well, as its heat slid down to my growling gut. Mine splashed over his brown leather work boots, and the floor space between them. I knew out of any guy I could have met in the heated isolation of that bathroom that night. He’d be the only one to get me hot enough to shoot my load. After our lungs gathered us a second wind, he used a big paw to help me stand. Then we stared over each other while we tucked our cocks away. When he used a big hand to stop me just before I got to the door, I was surprised.

“What’re you doin’ for the next few hours?” He asked in his sexy, mild southern drawl.

“I have no plans.” I replied and felt a warm rush when he raised his brow.

“Then, you’re goin’ with me.” he said firmly.

“Mind if I ask where you plan to take me?”

When he only stared for a few, then gestured me through the doorway, I knew exactly what to do, and licked my lips while going out into the night.

He ended my night in the best possible way. The man took me home with him and had me service his thick, uncut dick and bear hairy body twice more between a snack and the time he went to bed, after the late news.

GRIFFIN