Gay Erotic Stories

Not only did he have a beard; the guy had a handsome face too. Full head of thick salt and pepper hair he had pulled back into the ponytail. As he turned to look me over further, I noticed how well his jeans fit the ass I spied upon entry. The full swell of the cheeks fit his thick and manly build perfectly, and after the mouth watering ceased, we made eye contact and he touched my crotch.

I watched his eyes and his smile widen the further his fingers slid. Both were really wide when he reached the ninth inch, and I too grinned.

“Lemmie see that!” he said eagerly and helped me unfasten my belt and blue jeans. He whistled as he stroked my cock easy, and I loved the feel of his eyes as they crawled the length of it again and again. He knelt before my cock like he just couldn’t help himself. He licked the head, stared over it, and licked it again. He mumbled something to my cock, then went to sucking it. Fast and just past the head at first, then he slowed down and took about half. I found his hair to be soft as I eased my hands over his head, and barely contained my urge to unleash his ponytail once I touched the elastic. Right after I got that under control, he stood.

As I unfastened his pants, he looked into my eyes and told me I had a big cock. Then he said that black guys are so lucky to always get a ‘big fucking cock’. I had no problem with the seven inches he swung. That fucker stood thicker than mine, uncut and it throbbed really hard for a good sucking. It stood as my full objective to give it just that. Though he groaned about losing my cock as I knelt, he knew he stood to gain the better end of the deal.

The moans and groans escaped me freely as I bathed my olfactory in the cleanliness of that foreskin. It took all I had to do it, but I held my tongue curled behind my teeth for another few minutes of nasal satisfaction. That dick throbbed, he made it throb, held it against, rubbed it under and over my nose and moustache. He told me I was his cocksucker and that I would suck his cock till he got ready to shoot. I moaned, nodded in full agreement and kept on sniffing. Then he pulled the meat away and just held it before me to stare at.

I wanted it so bad. I started to groan silently as I unbuttoned my dress shirt. They became audible by the time I got finished. He said I wanted that cock, and then told me to go ahead, open my mouth so he could give it to me. Though his pants fell to his knees as I did what he said, and my fingers itched to touch his ass, I did no more than he told me to. D i d he ever give me that cock! He first eased it into my open mouth just long enough to give me a taste then he pulled it away. When I looked up at him, he grinned and asked if I liked what he’d done. He told me I did, and then I opened my mouth so he could do it again. He surely did, but I had a surprise for my thick cocked stranger.

I removed my dress shirt while I let him give it to me once, twice, three times and pull it away. When he eased it to me for the fourth time, I applied suction on the pull away, and fully surprised him. A few quick rolls of the tongue insured the meat would stay in my mouth for a bit, and the action from there got words from him and his big hands on my head. When I put my hands on his ass, he sighed, tightened those cheeks and made my mouth water. I gave them a gentle squeeze or a few; he whispered something about it I didn’t quite hear. We came together from a slowly fed, long held throating; he eased a hand down the back of my undershirt, then us apart afterward.

With ease of motion, he exchanged his cock for balls in my mouth, and told me how right it felt to have those balls where they were. I lavished those nuts with my friendly orality till they became drenched. The push of his hand atop my head lowered my position just a bit more and satisfied his liking for those nuts to be stretched out a bit. We stroked cock as I sucked his nuts, with him giving me an occasional slap of his meat over my chin.

“You just wait! When I do blow my load, I’m gonna blow it right to your fucking face, you cocksucker!” He spat down at me and made my cock throb so hard I had to let it go. Though he gave me an occasional taste of that dick just to keep my tongue busy, he kept my oral attention mainly on those big nuts. My left hand adored the feel of his lightly haired ass, and my right even got to slip a finger over his perineum, where I found the hair to be thickest. I used the finger there until he began to moan, then slowly slipped his balls from my mouth. From there, I licked my way under his nuts to his perineum.

“Son-of-a-bitch!” he growled, tightened grip on my head with those thick fingers and opened his legs a bit wider. I went wild on him in my hunger, and the fact that he fully accepted my actions. I lightly bit, licked and lashed tongue over his middle muscle. Dragged nose and lightly haired chin over the fucker too. Put forth growls deep enough for him to certainly feel, and adored the response he put forth.

He moved to me one time, away from me the next. He moaned, seethed, groaned and growled to my action. The grip he applied to my head varied from light and easy, to tight and completely controlled as he directed me in pleasuring him. The hand that stroked his cock lifted and dropped his balls over my forehead, eyes and the bridge of my nose, and I also got to feel the force of it stroke that cock on occasion. He told me it had been a really long time since anyone had ‘gotten him’ there. He said he felt really glad I got into it, and if I kept it up, it would make him blow that load all over my face.

“Do what the fuck you say you’re gonna do!” I told him, bit him lightly and squeezed my cock a bit tighter.

With the other hand, I played with his ass. Eventually I managed to slide a finger in the moist cleft between. I touched his hole; he seethed and heaved a few breaths. I pulled away, he told me not to. The hairiness felt great, and I began to ease my finger over his hole right quick. With every other pass, I felt his perineum throb on my tongue, and then he told me to get ready for his load. I no sooner backed off before it hit me first in the throat and ran down the front of my A-shirt. Then the left side of my face became covered to my ear stud. My three-day whiskered chin took the last blast and remaining drool and the stranger seethed and bucked to my face as he held tight to my head and slid his cock through the hair.

He shared the paper towels he’d scavenged from the bathroom and we watched each other as we cleaned up in silence. But just before we departed company, he offered his hand, which I shook.

“That was hot, man. Think we can do it again sometime?”

“Sure.” I said, though I doubted I’d ever see him again.

I only got to see a glimpse of his face as I closed the door to the booth I entered. Then I stood in the silent darkness and listened for his footsteps. I didn’t hear any, so I dropped a token. Within five seconds, he stood at the door. Though I expected him, it still startled me when he opened the door. Our eyes met as he entered and I put forth a huge smile; dressed in blue Khaki pants and a white dress shirt with tie stood a right handsome man. Five feet nine, salt and pepper business cut. Clean-shaven face with eyes the brownest shade of hazel I’d seen in a while. He latched a hand to my cock really fast, and then moaned with satisfaction. I returned the gesture and started to my knees, but he stopped me. Shook his head and unleashed my cock. My smile surely got wider as he went to his knees.

The smile he’d shown earlier became open and began taking my cock just the way I liked. I eased my fingers through his hair and told him how good his mouth felt. He used my loss of inhibition to push my jeans and underwear past my knees. I opened my legs wider; he crawled closer and took more of my cock. The coin expired; I dropped another, and then felt my cock slide down his throat.

My grip on his soft hair tightened and I rode his head as long as he held my meat. After he released it from his throat, he came up off it completely and took a great breath. During which time I helped him stand, as I went to my knees and then unleashed his cock, which almost jumped out at me as I got fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs. I couldn’t help but sniff that dick. It jutted out seven inches long, really thick, uncut, and it smelled like a clean dick. Made my mouth water all the more to suck it, and I laughed when saliva fell when I opened my mouth to do so. Damn, how nice and wide that cock made me open my mouth! I had it going down my throat in no time, and felt the scrape of his thick fingers over my shaven head as he sought to get grip on something so he could fuck my face. He made an attempt to use my ears, but I shook him loose quick. I don’t have large cocksucker ears.

He remained free to assist, but control from that point on belonged to me. I worked that meat over slow and deep then gave him a moan of pleasure when he had proper grip on the sides of my head. From there, we worked my head up and down that shaft. I moaned and tried to tell him how good he felt, in my mouth, under my hands and on my happy head. He seemed to know just what I meant, for his words came right on queue and agreed with what surged through my six-foot kneeling. I fell under the enjoyment of what he gave, and then control shifted.

He moved me up and down at a pace he chose. His words to me spoke all about what my wet mouth did to his hard cock. I put forth moans, groans and really deep growls while I got fed. On an occasion, I managed to shake loose of the comfort of his grip, then take that cock down my throat and hold it--longer than he could stand evidently. For after the fourth time or so, he increased his grip on my head when I attempted the shake.

“Better let me fuckin’ have it!” he growled down at me. I followed his order and loved every second of what he dealt until he became fully a grunt. My left hand stroked my meat, but slow, for I felt much more eager to get him off. The more he used me, the louder we got. But finally, he jerked my head off his cock and to one side against a hairy thigh. I grunted, groaned and called for him to shoot that load, all the while in lust at the way he fisted that cock. Left-handed like myself, but with a thumb-inward stick grip. As the cum bolted from his meat, he tightened grip on the side of my head against his thigh. Then almost as quick as he’d put me there, he moved me away. Slung the cum from his fingers to the floor before me. Stood, pretty much jerked his pants up, and fastened them on the way out.

The next hot stranger I locked eyes with seemed taken back a bit by my stare. But I couldn’t help but stare with no relent into the gray eyes of the six-feet two inch tall, blue jean and boot wearing Daddy-type man. He returned the stare into my brown eyes for a lesser time than I then turned and walked away. I groaned loud enough for him to hear as I stared over his backside. The door he opened and walked past, he left open. I moved quickly to get there and see what I could.

The gray moustache only accented the rugged features of his face and as I stared all the way up and down his body, all I could think about; how to get on my knees before him. I licked my lips and smiled when he looked at me, then he stepped toward me.

“You want some of this?” he asked like a Daddy and rubbed a hand over his crotch.

“Yes sir, I do.” I answered, nodded and stared not into his eyes; my gaze stayed at his thick-fingered hand.

Though I rubbed his cock till it became fully hard, that served as all I did. He again asked me if I wanted some of it, I said I did, and then he seemed to get the message. He lightly pushed my hand away and my mouth watered as I watched him unfasten his belt and jeans, then he unleashed that cock from his tighty-whities.

“That’s right, get on down there and suck that cock.” He whispered as I went to my knees. I opened my mouth and took that dick in; it didn’t take long before that Daddy began to tell me about my action. He told me how good my mouth felt on his cock. How much he liked the way I worked my tongue over his meat, and that I could do it forever. He got grip on my head, began to work it up and down his eight-inch shaft, and commended me for letting him do what he wanted with me.

My hands became all fingers clenching in air as I fought my urge to touch him without his permission. He let go of my head and asked what his cocksucker wanted, as he pushed his jeans and drawers to his ankles. I could do no more than moan and clench my fingers. He called me on my urge, teased me with the prospect so close…then I felt the sting of denial. Yet he eased hands over my head, shoulders, upper chest, and even eased a hand past my shirt and gave my left nipple a good pinch. When he realized that my hands sat in my crotch and that I prepared to unleash my cock, he got hold on my arms. Then pulled them away from my action and held them there.

“You asked to suck my cock, remember?!”

As he held my arms out, he gave my muscles a slight squeeze. I tightened against him and he used my position to feed that cock to my mouth. I leaned forward on my knees, arms outstretched and being held by his hands. In full moan mode as that thick cock slid so well between my lips and down my throat on occasion. Out of nowhere, he pulled my head away, made me look at him and gave me a hard stare. I only gazed in question.

“Don’t try and get me off before I’m ready.” He warned. “You slow down on my cock.”

“Yes sir.” I whispered, and then went back to my duty.

Easy describes how I licked his cockhead while I inhaled the relatively fresh smell of his crotch; it smelled like the right amount of man musk added to a situation after bathing, and it turned me on like wild. I fought my urge to go at him fast again, and managed to use it another way.

“That’s good! Suck it hard! Let me feel those lips on my cock!” he called to me and roved hands over my head. I let my hands again go to my hardness, but that Daddy became alert to my game and ceased my action quick. I fought a bit to get my fingers on my belt; he let go of me, then pulled his cock from my mouth. I looked at him; he only shook his head and gave me a stare of no relent. Damn how I wanted, absolutely needed to unleash my cock and maybe relieve the pressure of the throbbing. Yet I wanted that cock he hid behind his big hands back in my mouth.

My hands went behind my back and my mouth gaped open to again receive his gift of man meat. He shook his cock at me then placed a hand atop my shaved head as he sat. I stayed right there with the motion of it forward, and could only moan as that cock eased past the thickness of my black moustache. He told me he knew I wanted that cock more, said I would be his good boy and stroked my head till he made me moan.

Then the other hand came to my head with a slight slap. I didn’t deny that it felt good, and I only sucked faster. His grip got a bit tighter, he added to my motion, so I slacked off a bit. Left him to decide how that cock would be fed to my face. It took him no time to make that decision. He tightened his grip on my head and began to work my head up and down the length of his cock. Speed stayed completely at his leisure. I just kept my sucking, tongue lolling and saliva swallowing going at the same rapid-fire pace. I only wish I could have understood half of the fuck speak he spouted at me. I heard all the occasional words, and knew they served only one purpose. Man, I felt ever eager to see and feel that load over me. Just the thought of it made me groan really loud and as long as I could.

“Suck that cock!” I heard him clearly say, and then felt his hand slap right hard atop my head. It carried a bit more pain than I prefer in the situation, but…I knelt where I wanted to be and continued getting just what I’d asked for. I adored the feel of his hands on my head; the tightness of his grip, and how freely he worked my head on his cock. He said he knew what I’d gotten with him for, and promised to show me exactly what I wanted from him. It wasn’t that long after the last of his words fell that he pulled that cock and I apart, yet held me there so I could watch that cum as it shot from his meat. My Stranger Daddy groaned and I gave a hard moan with every shot and it splashed over me so hotly. One blast over one side of my face, then the next came and covered my Adam’s apple and run all down the front of my white dress shirt. He stood over me, and as I watched him tuck that still dripping cock away and fasten his jeans, I swallowed hard, then looked up at his eyes.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I said, to have him cut his eyes at me, yet there seemed a slight hint of a smile.

“Yeah.” he said, and then left me alone.

I broke out my red bandanna and wiped away what visible signs I could, tucked it back into my rear pocket, then headed out for the trip home, and a hot shower.

GRIFFIN