Gay Erotic Stories

When I opened the door to my new apartment on that day in June, 2000 and seen the man who stood on the other side, it made a smile creep across my lips. It also changed my mere wish to be fed some cock; to an assurance I’d get fed. I warmly invited his five foot ten inch form inside, and he got immediately comfortable, just as I wanted him to. Yes, we sat and talked as we engaged in 420. But my always sexually oriented mind, lusty eyes and greedy mouth were all on, for and about his crotch. Little time passed before I had to say something about my want for that cock as I gazed over it, and the rest of his tight body. He remained in full agreement yet we took that pause to check each other’s look. I knew my dark brown eyes absolutely glowed with the man-lust I always harbor for him. The intense lust I saw in his sunburst blues sent volleys of hot and impatient waves through me.

Within the instant of his stand to unfasten and push his jeans down, I had knelt to the floor. I watched that uncut, almost nine-inch cock bob up before my eyes, and my skilled mouth watered with full and hungry anticipation to handle every inch. I watched that hot fucker lie back across my bed, got that needed gander over his lanky-like-my-own form, then my hands assumed a life of their own. They pushed his T-shirt up and eased over the washboard of muscle that makes Larry’s stomach. Hunger lent that coaxing hand and helped move my face down as he groaned. My tongue wagged out and his balls became my targets.

First I nuzzled their hairy warmth over my nose and moustache. That way I got a good heavy smell of the maleness that clung to them. Then I licked one. Damn did it ever taste good! The quick and heavy rush of saliva that covered my tongue made me have a hard time in my effort to put forth the moan that had welled up. Yet I managed to do it and continue on. I coated that ball in my loving oral caress, and then got on to the other one. With the same, wet love applied till it got sufficiently wetted, then I gave him a break. I used the break to free my cock and balls from their jean and boxer brief jail, then removed his shoes and jeans while I got a look at the sensuality that had settled on his handsome face. I saw the question in his stare, but just grinned and went back to licking. with relative force, and just at the solid base of his cock post. His moans and groans came forth as slow and deep as I licked for a while. Then I surprised him when I quickly moved down and sucked both those hot spheres into my mouth.

I warmed them up and wet them down as he called whatever he felt to me, and played over my head with varying pressures. The more I slid hands over his hairy thighs and calves, then more I heard and felt from him. Before I knew it, he had sat up a bit, applied a steady grip and pull to my head. I wisely followed, for he led me right to that throbbing dick.

With the greatest of greed I licked up, down and over the top and underside of that uncut fucker. As I continued to lick, I eased all fingers first over his lips and full moustache. Then I continued down, over and through the roughness of the hair, which also shadowed his dimpled chin. Oh how I went after that dick! Till I had turned it in every direction and rubbed it over my entire face, only then did I set my greedy cocksucker effort on the stockiness of that foreskin.

I licked fondly over it, sucked on a bit of it and even bit an edge lightly. Then I used my lips and tongue to move it off the head, as his hand eased down the left side of my face. My tongue dragged over my lips and my eyes took in the absolute smoothness and beauty of the glans. Oh how only a man could ever give me the wonderful sight of thick foreskin, wrinkled beneath the flare of that stocky head. I spread his legs, moved on in a bit closer. It seemed that thick head slanted just so, as to slide right down my hungry throat when I sucked it. He put some sexual phrase into the air; I licked that stocky foreskin one more time and grunted. He eased his hips up and made that cock wave slightly; I gasped and widened my eyes. The grin first crept across my lips then it turned into an open-mouthed grin of pleasure.

You know I couldn’t help but ease a hand up and over his heaving chest as I sucked up and down that cock. I enjoyed not only the feel of the sweat brought on by the heat and humidity of the summer day; the man-force within our ministrations had high merit. Save for how good his cock tasted, I remained ready to lick up every drop of that sweat. The more he moaned the further my hands slid. Up and across his lightly haired chest with finger play over both nipples. Then the finger drag continued right hard over it all and ended back at the tightness of his trim belly. To hear him swallow made me remember that we have the same prominence in our Adam’s apple and that every moan a man puts forth reverberates through it.

To simply lay fingers on Larry’s sent a hot thrill through my six-foot kneeling. To feel how the deep moan he put forth set it to vibrate under my fingers, damn! That surely served as the ultimate! The more he moaned, groaned and writhed beneath me the more I loved it, and the further my understanding as to why guys like to play with mine when it comes to the sexual side of things.

I eased my hands back to his pectorals and played several fingers over his nipples while I enjoyed the slow heave of his chest. As I went for throat again with his cock, the feel of his Adam’s apple continued to play on me. I freed the cock and back my fingers went. To again feel the vibration from the depth of the lengthy grunt he put forth and the motion of his hard swallow. I let loose the chuckle because it all felt so good. The vibration, the swallow, and the knowledge of the degree of man I rolled with, there in my new apartment.

His hands eased over my scalp-cropped dark curls as he moaned strings of words and phrases some understood some not so. I plainly heard him say how good my sucking felt, his words fell into mumble, and then he laughed a bit and put good pressure on my head. I could do no more than moan for more of what he had to give and suck his cock with all I had to give.

My fuck buddy whispered to me about the heat of my mouth. The feel-good scratch of my black moustache and how easily my hands slid along his lightly haired form, he admitted he missed what I can do to him and the gladness that he’d dropped by that afternoon. I only grunted in full agreement to everything and lightly squeezed his thighs while I caressed them. To feel my cock throb forced me to put a hand on it, and once I got in a few good squeezes, an idea that made me smile settled into my brain.

Boy was I surprised and delighted when my ears heard him groan at the sound of my nine by two cut cock, as I slapped it against his calf. I did it a second time, got the same reaction and an additional grunt. Once I began to rub it slow, Larry began to writhe a bit and move back against it. His thick fingers also curled with a degree of restraint. I watched them as I continued to suck and rub, to see the hand move all the more toward my cock. Just the thought of his hand wrapped around my meat made me cease my suck job and look into his eyes. Mercy his blues sure blazed! So hot and lusty, those eyes, they made me even bolder and I rubbed a bit of precum on his calf.

“That’s it!” He said fast, and then slurped back saliva from the corner of his brown moustache.

I smiled, kissed his cock and rubbed on a bit more. His hand came even closer, so I rose fully to my knees and put it just out of his reach. He only had to fully open his fingers to touch it, and then it became wrapped in his fist. I immediately began to fuck the fist he’d formed, and before long I had returned the masturbatory favor and we both groaned to beat the band. The longer we stroked the further along I got toward standing. Very soon, Larry had sat up on the edge of the bed, and I had to release his cock so as to stand and rub my cock over his chest. Sure, he seethed as hard and loud as I at the sheer feel of it. But, once I rubbed a bit of the steamy precum over his left nipple, everything changed for the best.

He lay back on the bed, with me quick to follow. As soon as we lie together, his hand snaked between us and put my cock between his thighs. The sweat already there made a few thrusts easy. The more I licked and bit over his chest and nipples, the better things became for the both of us. Larry groped the leanness of my back and ass with wonderful force as I continued to slickly slam schlong to his perineum. On the strokes where we felt my thick cockhead slide over the sweatiness of his hairy hole, our grunts came with simultaneously. During that time I also bit his neck the hardest. To slam home to him that way felt really great, but it soon came to a point. Of sensitivity so high, I just had to pull my cock free and lie beside him. We stroked each other’s meat a bit as we seethed and regained somewhat controlled breathing. During which time Larry sat up and looked into my eyes.

With only simple motion he changed our position to where I stood between his legs. Then he pulled me in by my ass and ground his chest to my crotch once again. I leaned over his left shoulder and placed my hands in the middle of his back. All the while I humped his pectorals, my hands worked him over; first over the thickness of his shoulders, then the muscles of his trim back. Easy at first, but the more he rubbed my sensitive cockhead through the precum on himself, the hotter he got me, and the harder I went at him. Back, meaty ribs, ass and neck. I grunted with loud and certain pleasurable force while I dragged fingers through the thick softness of his chestnut hair. All the things I thought to say to him poured into my mouth at once. Within my lack of maintaining order to them, I told him how I’d hoped he’d find my place and drop by. He only said yes, got in a few more grinds, and then he put distance between us with startling speed.

After the shock, I looked down at his throbber then went for it, only to be stopped. He motioned for me to get on the bed. As I did so, he lay down. Opposite the way I had planned to. I entered into sudden awe, unable to believe what seemed to be ready to occur. With all I had, I held back the words and just went with the flow until we became settled. Larry indeed laid ‘6’ to my ‘9’, and had a look of certain hunger in his bright eyes. As I could wait no longer, I went back to his meat, and then felt heated delight when he began to stroke my cock. The longer he did so, the louder our moans and groans became. Then he ceased everything I did to him when he eased his tongue over my cockhead.

“You’re really gonna?!” I finally asked with high excitement, to have him move that moustache when he smiled that slightly conceited smile. Then he began to show me what he intended to do to my pole.

It served to be the slightly sure way in which he went for it. How his hand twisted in the opposite direction his head went. I became damned and determined to see his tongue touch my cockhead. Yet the second I felt it happen, my eyes went shut and I fell back on the bed in a haze of pure man sexual bliss. Oh man! It took every bit of restraint I had not to thrust to his face. Just grab his head and fuck that mouth with all I had. My moans came tight, deep and slightly restrained as I got full into the feel of his mouth on my cock. The longer he bobbed up and down it, let that hot tongue swirl all around the head, the more I called. His name, for some sort of mercy, then I told him how good his mouth felt. I also reminded him through pleasurably clenched teeth, how many y e a r s it had been since he had made that attempt. He freed my meat, and then told me he’d had the idea in his head since he’d heard I planned to move. My new apartment seemed destined to become comfortable.

I lie there so thrilled with the feel of his tongue on my cock! I felt the urge to blow my load right there, but managed to retain it and just…lie there. I groaned softly, seethed wildly and grazed fingers through his soft hair with such force, damn! I soon began to spout off again and told him how much I couldn’t believe he sucked me. I told him that I adored his mouth so much I wanted to reward it for such a good job. To shut myself up, I moved back to and slid his cock down my throat.

Just as I did so, I felt Larry’s fingers touch my left nipple. One pinch and the sexual waves began to roll through faster. My entire body relaxed a bit, well, except for my cock. It just throbbed up a bit harder. We wrapped hands around bodies and established grip as we went to fuck each other’s tongue and throat. I became, at times speedily and easily able to suck and throat the thickness of his eight and a half-inch uncut cock. Even though he didn’t swallow it, my fuck buddy sure worked my cock over with superior suck force.

He rolled atop me and put my cock back as far as he could take it. Gagged a bit, released it and gasped a fresh breath or two. Yet he didn’t cease his lay of that pipe to my mouth with accuracy and a strong rhythm. I took my cock into my left hand; Larry piped in right on time when he told me to stroke it. He furthered on to tell me how much he’d like to see me blow my load. Said he wanted to watch me shoot it while I ate his dick. He repeated that request several times, and I remained the gluttonous bastard who moaned to his every sex-charged verb.

Comfort for my fuck pal came to mean he straddled my face from the direction I lay. With his cock still being fed to my greed and to his fuckspeak he had added work on both my always-ready nipples. I writhed beneath him and beat my cock for all its worth as I sucked his dick. I knew it would only do me good to feel his eyes on me as my load shot forth. Have him doing…

“Damn, why’d you take it away?”

In answer he began to speak. He told me to stroke my long black dick. Stroke it till it shot that big load all over my belly. Then he asked if I wanted his load on me, just as his balls touched my lips. I pushed out an “Uh huh!” as I slurped those hairy eggs in, then washed my warm and wet tongue over and between them. I did as he said and kept that up; rolled those fuckers around on my adept tongue, let one out while I sucked on the other. I felt so close to orgasm, yet held back to satisfy the need to see and feel his load. I called for him to, almost begged him to shoot that hot cum on me.

“Please let me feel it so I can cum!” I begged.

I groaned yet all the while licked lapped and lazed tongue over his low-hangers. I pounded fist and cock to my taut belly as I told my favorite fuck pal how much he wanted to shoot his load all over me. I told him to give it up to me, and that he could shoot that cum wherever he wanted.

“Oh yeah! I’ll give you that fuckin’ load if you want it!” He spat, leaned a bit further forward and slapped that meat over my lips as he stroked it. I repeated the call for the load, could almost feel it fly outta that cock as he slapped it on me like that. I wanted to watch that cum fly, feel it land and splash in hot, random puddles all over my face and torso.

“I’m fuckin’ shootin’ man! Gimmie that load!” I cried as the final stroke went down my cock.

I don’t know how he did it before me, but he cried for me to cum, then I felt the start of his ample load splash near my navel. From there it became a pleasurable mixture of our loads, which coated me all the way, so hot and sticky on my skin. As his last shot and groan subsided, Larry released that covered cock and the head rested on my Adam’s apple. I groaned as deep as I could in length, and swallowed slowly while I smiled at his pleasurable reaction.

“That feels weird, but neat.” he told me and rubbed it over my throat almost absentmindedly. I took a moment to look down my body and chuckled throatily at the amount and coverage of our loads. I asked him to hand me my T-shirt, we used it to clean up, then we sat and talked more while he regained enough strength to dress and leave. With a smile of course, and a promise that now that he knew where to find me, he’d drop by more often. Yep, that apartment I definitely liked.

Griffin