Gay Erotic Stories

I had gone out the night before and surprisingly didn't have any luck getting laid; maybe it was karma of some kind. Either way, I made my way down a side street, coffee in hand, sipped it slowly and took in the new houses and architecture of places I had long admired when I lived there.

Standing outside a building was a guy who made me stop, look back, and simply drool. He was about my age--37, 6'2, 185#, Italian or Greek, tanned all over, and very muscular. It was obvious he had just gotten out of bed, as his hair was matted on one side and he had sleep in his eyes. He was standing on the sidewalk waiting for his dog to piss or shit; he was barefoot and the sight of him there as he was, wearing basketball shorts and a nicely-fitting t-shirt made my dick stir. We both checked out each other several times before I approached him. When I got closer to this stud I could smell his morning maleness--musky mixed with last night's beer.

We said hello to each other and made small talk, mostly about his dog. The canine kept walking around and wouldn't do his business; all the while I kept checking out this stud as he let his eyes follow me--he was too good to be true. I suggested that he would have to stick his finger up the dog's ass to make it go; he said with a grin, "That's what I'm going to do to you". I gulped and instantly popped a boner.

Realizing this encounter was going to make up for last night's draught, I told him I had to take a piss and asked if I could use his bathroom. He said 'sure', picked up the dog, and led me into his building.

We walked up to his apartment, which was kinda messy, but a classic city dwelling, nonetheless--long hallways, several rooms jetting off. He showed me the bathroom and let me be. I pissed in the toilet and came out. Outside the bathroom he stood, stroking his cock which was tenting his shorts. I approached him and grabbed his cock, noticing that it had to be about 8" still semi-hard. He took my hand and led me to a room, closed the door, and pulled out his cock, instructing me to get on my knees. His cock was amazing--big, thick, meaty and nearly perfect. I started to lick its mushroom head while noticing that the guy trimmed his pubes and had an all-over tan; he was a stud without question. My cock worship was met with his sighs and gasps and words of encouragement. With his eyes closed, he lifted up his shirt and revealed an awesome chest with firm pecs and quarter-sized nipples; he ran his hand up under his shirt and rubbed his mounds of pecs, hairless and tanned. Taking this as a cue, I got up, stroked his dick with my hand and ran the other hand over his abs and pecs, finally attaching my lips to his nipples and biting gently; this stud loved to have his tits played with, and I was all too happy to do it!

I returned to his now-hard dick which was fully erect and had to measure 10", head flared and nothing short of gorgeous. I inhaled his cock head and tried to deep-throat it as best I could, gagging on the sheer volume of man-meat in front of me. I tugged his cleanly-shaven nutsack and fingered the space behind his balls, reaching his ass. The Italian giant let out a sigh, muttering, "fuck, yah, suck me; that's it, take my dick."

He pulled me off his man-rod and had me bend over on a nearby chair, saying he wanted to see my ass and balls. Now, I'm nothing compared to this Zeus in the dick department, but I'm a runner, cyclist, and tri-athlete with a muscular and hard body, about 5'6", 140#, nice hard mounds of pecs, and a 30 waist; I sport a 7.5" cock that gets hard and stays hard, even after cumming. Dropping my shorts and underwear in one sweep, I did as this guy wanted and got over the chair, ass up, cock fully loaded, nuts hanging over the arm of the chair. He stuck a finger in my hole at which I winced with the initial contact. He proceeded to finger fuck my tight hole, loosening it up, alternating his ass-attack with his tongue which cooled and soothed the burning of his invasive finger; I was in ecstasy.

Not wanting to get fucked yet, I turned around and started to go down on that fuck pole of his, taking in more of it, feeling it pop in my throat; this sent him over the top. He started yelling, "Fuck yeah, take it all!" He gyrated his hips more quickly this time and fucked my throat for about 5 minutes; I needed to come up for air. My own dick was leaking precum on his hardwood floors; I felt a build-up in my balls, my dick aching for release of a three-day load.

Getting off his dick, I turned him around and began to go to town on his ass crack; I was in heaven. The mixture of sweat, musk, and pure man was exhilarating. I bent over this stud and rammed my tongue in his tight, smooth love hole; he loved it, too. As I eased my tongue past his mounds of tanned ass, I made contact with his satiny hole which opened up for me and took my watering tongue. With one hand gripping his ass cheek and the other jacking on his balls and cock from behind, I was sending my sidewalk stud over the top.

Turning him around, I returned to his cock and lapped away at it like a thirsty man goes after water. After a few minutes, he pushed me off his fully engorged dick, turned me around, and bent me over the chair again. He slapped my ass and told me to get ready to take his cock. After slapping my ass some more I braced myself for his rod. I heard him spit into his big hand, the other one holding my back, somewhat stroking it from my neck to ass crack. He positioned his cock at my hole and eased the slick mushroom head to my puckered hole.

He was merciless as he pushed in his dick past the sphincter. I yelped and arched my back in pain. He grinned at me as he went in for a kiss--our first of this encounter, one that was hard and rough; I could feel his overnight stubble on my cheek and his hot, wet tongue darting in my mouth. He reached around grabbing my dripping cock and jacked me, and asking me if I liked getting fucked--as if he couldn't tell. I had never taken so much dick in my ass before this; I was loving it.

After about 10 minutes of raping my ass, he pulled out and told me to get ready for his load. Together, we jacked our dicks, me blowing on his balls, him playing with my pecs, punching them and tweaking my nipples. I was on my knees, spread eagle with my rod in my hands, pumping away. I reached up and pulled on his balls and ran my hand on his abs and pecs. With that, he blew his load all over my chest. Shot after shot landed on my pecs and abs and drizzled down. The stud must have had six or seven bursts in him. The sight of him shooting, his gasps of rapture, the sensation of his cum making contact with my skin and the sheer scent of pure maleness of the moment sent me over the edge. I shot my wad high and far, hitting his dick and abs, hearing the five or six streams land on the floor between us.

We were both still, looking at each other, slightly stroking our dicks while the cum ran off our bodies. Instinctively we both took each other's cocks in our hands and lightly jacked them, using each other's cum as lube and lotion.

He walked into the bathroom and got a couple of towels and we dried ourselves off, wiping off some serious man-sex and built-up tension.

I got up, retrieved my coffee and headed for the door. He grabbed my ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. I turned around and was met by a gentle kiss, a smile, and a whispered “thank you”.