Gay Erotic Stories

Half a block away the Inspector stood, involved in a seemingly important conversation with some homeowner. Yet all the while, I knew he watched me walk toward him. He occasionally looked away from the person and flashed those blue eyes at me in a manner I saw as purely sexual. I smiled, felt my body rush and my cock stiffen closer to full length with each step. About two steps before them, I cast my eyes down to his tool box. To see his phallus going commando not only told me of his mood, it made me smile. Then I looked back up to see him grin with conceit as I passed them by. After I turned the corner, I walked to the steps of the Beauty Shop and took a seat.

Within a few minutes he rounded the corner. Slowed his pace and grinned when he saw me. I couldn’t help but stare over his handsome face as I conjoined our walking. My fingers tensed slowly to fists as I fought my touch orientation. I wanted so bad to raise my arm and slide and dig my fingers through his beard. Right there on the street.

“Going home for lunch?” I asked instead.

“Sure am.” he said and gave me an odd stare.

Once behind him in the single file alley to his place, I slowed my pace and roamed my brown eyes slowly over his wide back. My mouth watered heavily to drag my tongue down it to points below. But it was only lunchtime. So I followed him in, to have him turn and lock those piercing eyes on mine. The grin on his face seemed to say ‘you wanted it, and here you are!’

Then it crept upon me once again. That feeling! The wave that would start out hot, but ended up cold by the time it traveled six feet down and reached my toes. It happened every time I got around him. But I’ve always been so fucking hard cock hot for that humpy, hairy, daddy-type man. That I wanted to have him just stare down at me as I used my mouth to devour his meat. Every time I saw him I wanted to do that. But that masculine fucker loomed so sizable compared to my swimmers build, so full of leather-edged willingness. It had an intimidating effect on me. Sure, I always devoured Dan’s phallic deity. But at the same time, I felt slightly unnerved and in total anticipative wonder of what he’d order me to do next.

I followed him into the kitchen, took a seat on my favorite chair and watched him in a barely controlled manner as he prepared his lunch. I watched everything he did: the way he held the sandwich, the way his sexy mouth bit and chewed. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. I watched his eyes sparkle when he looked at me and smiled. My favorite thing was to watch his tongue when he spoke. My mouth watered as I watched its thickness roll, flip and flop through and behind his teeth. If only that’d been my chance to taste that hot looking mouth. I’d do my damndest to try and suck that tongue out.

Our sexually charged conversation made me glad when he finished eating. His voice lowered to the bass octave I adore so, he stood to his six-foot two inch height. I lowered my gaze, but saw no more than the normal bulge he sported. “You’re gonna eat my cock?” He growled and locked those blues on my brown eyes.

“Yes.” I said immediately.

He stepped to me, placed a hand in my black curls and began to finger massage my scalp. I moaned due to the feel and began to massage his manhood with my left hand. The more I massaged it, the harder it got the more eager I became to chow down upon it. He stopped my fingers as I attempted to open his khakis. He helped me stand, held onto my hand and pulled me close. Those hairy arms wrapped me quick and tight, held my slim form against firm against him.

We instinctively began to frottage man-meat into each other as hands rubbed backs and asses. I buried my nose in his neck and sniffed his male scent till I had to exhale. It sent a sordid wave through me faster than any cologne ever created. I licked over his neck and loved the natural, slightly salty essence enough to go right back for more. But I felt my knees weakening all the while, ready to kneel before him without provocation.

His way to curb my urge; was to let go of me and then head down the stairs that led to his basement. Just the knowledge that he waited down there, and waited for me, made my poker really throb. I played with it to keep it throbbing for I knew he’d look at it before I reached the bottom. My mouth watered with hungry saliva at the mere thought of going down those stairs to have the horny pleasure of dropping to my knees before that bear of a man.

The Inspector first grinned at me upon turning around, then began to slowly undress. I licked my lips wetter for every shirt button he opened, for he exposed more of that wide and hairy chest to my hungry eyes. As I reached to touch it, he bent to untie his shoes. To make up for what I’d missed, I pulled his shirt up and slowed my fingers over his wide back, and then wished to use my tongue instead. I slid the hand up and over his meaty shoulder as he came upright, and ended up with his already hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Pinch it!” He whispered. I stared into his eyes as I did so, to see them flash. “Harder!” He groaned and let his head go back. He groaned a bit when I did pinch harder, then grabbed my hand and moved it to the other. “Yeah!” he growled when I gave that one a rather hard initial pinch and a slight twist. I watched and felt his chest heave as he inhaled icily, held it, then exhaled right heavily. Those eyes locked on mine, ablaze with lust intense enough to make me rush, then shiver.

“Can I ask a favor?” I almost whispered.

“That depends,” he said.

“It’d really mean a lot to me if…I could…maybe taste your mouth.”

“Do you really want to?” he asked. I knew he teased me. There would be no way I could have believed he didn’t know the torture I felt just having to watch him talk.

“You just don’t know how badly,” I said and licked my moustache.

“Tell me why?” e growled.

“Please don’t make me explain it right now. I really need to kiss you; please daddy let me taste your tongue.”

The instant our lips touched, I began to feel the lusty waves roll through. The feel of his thick tongue forced me into restraint as I began to let mine tangle with it. His beard felt so good scratching over my clean-shaven chin. I moaned, broke the kiss and just rubbed my face over his beard. When my fingers also began to roam through his salt and pepper hair, he backed away and stared.

“So, you like it that much, do ya?”

“If we had more than just lunchtime, I would gladly show you.” He removed his shirt, thrust his pants to his ankles, stepped from them and then backed to the waist high, sheet covered table. “Yes, I’m gonna climb up here,” he said and let me know the question showed on my face. I stared over him once he lay back, and liked everything seen. The thick calves dusted with hair from just below the knee, down to the Achilles tendon.

I slid a hand from the bottom, to the thicker, more heavily dusted thighs; that action made my manhood throb at the thought in my head. When the rolling of his large and hairy balls came before my gaze, I knew control served to be all but lost. After gently parting his thighs, I crawled up on the table with him. Placed my hunger between those thighs and pulled them in to trap my happy head. When I felt him tighten them more, my tongue dragged over his balls and wet them quickly.

“Yeah! Lick those balls fucker!” Dan growled down at me.

I eased both hands over his furry belly and followed the trail up to his slightly sweaty and heaving chest, and then dragged a finger over an areola to first hear his deep moans pleasurably fill my ears. Then I felt his big hand slide heavily down my arm, get tight grip on and massage my shoulder.

As I tried in vain to corral both his big balls in my mouth, I found myself wishing his leather stretcher bound them. I caught and rolled my tongue around one ball, then the other. His deep moans and the urgent push of his thick-fingered hand made me want to stay where I hunkered. But the wetness on my chin drove me lower. To the spot that can turn almost any man into a begging, pawing ball of orgasm hungry lust.

I first lapped infrequently at the hairiness of his perineum, and felt the table shake when he moved against my tongue and groaned softly. My infrequent laps quickly turned to long, luxurious drags of tongue. With an occasional penetrating moan to make him really feel what I enjoyably did to him, but as bad as the need surged to keep it up, the taste for his stiff fuck meat intensified within my mouth.

I dragged tongue deliberate up his perineum, over his still rolling balls, then stopped at the base of his cock. I pulled it back with a finger then stared up the eight-inch length. The heavy bead of precum I saw caused my mouth to water. He used a finger to wipe it away, and then my moustache became coated in it. That led directly to me slithering my lips and tongue down the shaft of his man root, until I felt the head strain for entry in to my throat. He groaned and thrust to me, but I didn’t quite ready to have the two and a half-inch thick throbber shoved down me so quickly.

I released his thigh buddy and went back to his perineum. Licked and bit voraciously at it hair-laced deliciousness. I gripped a nipple, and then heard that thick fucker moan deep as his head banged back on the table.

“Yeah! Pull on that nipple!” he whispered loudly, then sent a hand to show me just how he liked it pinched and played with.

Just as I began to growl from hungry lust and carnal enjoyment, he reached down, grabbed under my pits and pulled me up his bear humpiness; lightly mustachioed to fully bearded face with him. His eyes met mine with an impact. One that felt totally unfamiliar. It only lasted about two seconds or so, but its effect remained lasting. I felt my raw want for him increase, and I became a bit nervous as I moved my oral attention back to his left nipple and bit lightly. He inhaled with a pleasurable sharpness, gripped my head and pressed my face hard to his nipple, which caused me to not only nibble the nub harder, I found the harder I nibbled, the more responsive that hot, horny bear hairy man became. His next move caused my cock to drop between his thighs. He clamped them together and I thrust down. Not to my surprise, my cockhead slightly penetrated his hole. That’s when I relaxed.

“You’d love to get up in that hole, wouldn’t ‘ya boy?” He teased and laughed. I nodded and smiled, then eased my tongue over his Adam’s apple. He laid his head back to give me full access, and his moans began to form. By the time I got to his ear, his moans were louder, deeper. His hands were on my head and shoulders, full of meaningful pressure that kept me just where he wanted me. I made my way down to his chest, with my mind being something of a blur by the time I got to lick the center of it. But I remained totally into pleasing a man I could not seem to get enough of.

It seemed that the next time my eyes opened, they were staring down at the table. I turned my head as far to the left as possible.

“Why am I down here?” I asked, “to hear him snicker?” Then I felt the heat of his vascular pole as it pressed on my ass cheek. “So you’re gonna fuck me?”

“The thought is heavy on my mind.” He leaned right down to my ear and said, “Being that you’ve been teasing me like you have, I think you deserve to get fucked. Don’t you?” he said into my ear. I reached back and wrapped my fist around his endowment. After it became planted on my hole, I rubbed it over a few times. Dan didn’t shove it to me like I hoped he would.

“Fuck me like I deserve it, daddy!” I growled.

He gently pulled me to my knees. Then sat back slightly, cocked his head to one side and stared at my hole while his wet finger slid over it. “Hot lookin’ tight asshole!” he whispered at me. “You want my dick up in this tight fuck hole, don’t you!?”

I nodded to have him slap my ass and ask me again, but louder. “Yes sir!” I said without hesitation. “Shove that hot cock in my hole and fuck me good!”

“You want it bad, do ya?” he asked with a noticeable peak of carnal interest. I told that leather lovin’ man to fuck my ass. Then I felt first one, then another, then a third wet finger slide over my hole. When they withdrew, there existed only the raw wetness of his saliva on my quivering hole. The heat of his pecker head through the rubber warmed it to the right degree, and I pushed right back, but slow. Groaned and loved the wet slide of that meat in my hole. He graciously ceased movement once he entered. I used the short time to relax, ready myself for the ride of the week. He eased more of his manhood into me and instead of any pain, there loomed something insatiable. A pleasure that needed satisfied, and seemed to move further up in me, and required additional inches of his stiffer for it to be taken care of.

“Yes! Fuck me good, leather man!” I practically yelled. “Give me that fucking cock up my ass!”

He got back against my left ear and told me to take that cock. He told me I was his fuck boy, and that I loved his cock up in my fuck hole. After all the right words went in to my ear, his tongue followed, using the warm saliva as a seal to keep his words locked in my brain. My cock throbbed and his hand wrapped it, jacked it, and smeared the large drop of precum over the head.

“You’ve got a sweet ass, you know that!” he growled, and then thrust hard enough to me to make me yell out. The next, softer slam made his balls slap against my own, and I leaned forward in my reach for the four of them.

Less than a second after, my stomach hit against the sheet, and I felt the absolute last inch of his uncut stud meat crash into me. I gritted my teeth, gripped the table edge and tried to crawl away. There came his strong hand. It got my shoulder and held me firm. I let out the breath I’d sucked in, when he gave me the reprieve of an outstroke.

“Damn!” I said to have him snicker.

“What’s wrong, too much for ya?” he continued to chuckle, but eased that cock back into me with an actual tenderness. I showed my appreciation by easing my ass up, giving him the ease he demanded with the tightness he needed. He crawled a thick hand beneath me and again got grip on my niner.

“Damn, I sure do love the feel of this big cock!” he began to stroke it, and before long he had it and his fuck strokes in line and drove me into total blissful insanity. I begged for my leather daddy to fuck my ass, pleaded for every inch of that uncut cock. I fought my way back to being on my knees, and began to shove back to his cock almost crazily. He only told me to give it. Give it to him like he wanted it. He promised to give it to my hole like it needed it. And boy had he so far. Then, out of something wicked, came a sound smack across my tender cheeks. It actually hurt and I felt the yell coming. But before it could happen, he rubbed where he’d smacked and the pain turned to warmth. My body rushed and my cock throbbed hard enough to put forth precum to the sheet. That fucker smacked my ass again, I turned and stared.

“Don’t look at me like that! You liked it and you’ve already showed it.” he said with a grin of conceit. “I like it, makes me wanna just cum to feel your black ass under my hand like that!” He flicked a finger over my ass and grunted as he dealt me a few quick and deep strokes. “You know you’re gonna wear that load, don’t ya, fucker!?”

“You really know me, don’t you?” I said then replaced his hand with mine on my cock. “Feed that cock to my ass man! Fuck it till you get ready to blow that load all over me!” My balls rolled for every time his hips crashed into my ass, which forced my load closer to the end of my pisser.

“Sweet ass! Tight ass! Love to fuck your ass!” he hissed those and many more volleys of profane words at me as he drilled his meat pole to my hole. And as he felt it necessary, he put a good smack over my cheeks. “I’m gonna blow that load to you soon!” he warned.

“Do it to it daddy!” I called. “I’m right there with you!” He slapped my ass once, grunted and spewed more fuck talk. I gasped breath when the ensuing heat forced my cock to throb right hard. He then slapped my ass twice, grunted really deep, then ripped his cock from my hole.

“Get that cum you cocksucker!” he growled and blasted his load not just on my back; he put two shots between my shoulders. The hot blast of it against my skin served as enough to start my niner to gushing, and had I been looking down, I’d have hit my face. We coaxed and called each other’s balls dry, then he rubbed the hot spot on my ass and I got grip on some part of his hairiness as we lay on the table.

Lunchtime was it when we started? By the time we got back to the kitchen, the clock showed sometime close to 3 in the afternoon. I gave him a stare of wonder, he just smiled, “Got to go home early today.”

“Lucky me,” I said to have him laugh with me. From there, we cleaned up, and then I made my way to his front door. He made sure to give me a secure bear hug, surprised me with another taste of that hot mouth, and he reminded me that I’d once again performed my basement duty well. In fact, he said it turned out to be better than he expected, and that he looked forward to the next time I could perform so well. Little did that leather-loving fucker know, I planned to make a return visit just a few days later.

GRIFFIN