Gay Erotic Stories

No sooner than I turned the corner to get to the counter, I saw the guy staring. I got what was necessary to put me beyond the doorway and then went there. At first, I saw no one else, but then he made himself known by stepping into my line of vision. Not too bad, six feet tall, brown hair and eyes, average build and seemed willing to get it on. I decided to follow him to his back room destination, and was surprised. At how eagerly he went for my zipper, freed my cock and began to stroke it. He told me how nice it was, I thanked him as I groped for his. When he moved back from my reach, I pulled my cock from his hand. His full attention was suddenly mine, as was his swiftly hardening cock. Once I freed it I went down for it and slurped over the uncut head. He eased me ever forward, and then I went ahead and swallowed his dick just to hear the moan he put forth. After he managed to free his cock from my oral grip, he asked me to stand and then went to his knees before my meat. He sucked it like he hadn’t had cock for a while. That made me feed him all the more as I leaned slightly aft, pinched my nipples and watched him stroke his seven inches. He moaned to any and all fuckspeak I spouted about the jaw job he performed on my niner, and I loved to watch his cock throb when certain words I spoke hit him just right. I took my cock from his mouth, got grip on it and then slapped his cheek with it. “Yes!” He said and asked me to do it again. I obliged him several more times before he groaned really loud, then stood and shot his thick and heavy load between our feet. No sooner than the last orgasmic sigh left him, he got those pants up and quickened out the door. It was upon the exit of the room into the corridor that I noticed he had been the only other person there. In the midst of looking around to make sure there was no one else, I heard the door signal. The guy that entered I had seen there before and as with every other time, there was no interest. I decided to hide out in the room right of the open square. A few guys came in while I was there, and one or two even dropped in on the other side. I took on one guy with an eight incher for a bit, but he seemed too uneased by the constant influx to finish the deed. I fed another one around my age for a while, but grew tired of his bad and failed attempts to swallow my cock. After him, there was ebb. The man who smashed it made my mouth water. I could never say what his vocation was for certain, but he has always smelled like a favorite sub every time we get together. We traded sucks through the hole for the longest time, with him keeping hold on my cock for longer than I wanted him to at times. I wanted to be his personal cocksucker, so I took mine back, asked him for and got right down on his. I was perfectly happy sucking the Bearded Italian through the hole as I was, but he seemed like something was wrong and I knew what it was and wanted to give him the relief he sought. But damn it, what stood between our bodies made our cock exchange so much hotter. Nonetheless, I invited him over to my room, and like the last time, was already on my haunches in wait when he opened the door. We were into it like we never left off and I seemed not able to get enough of his seven inches. He happily fed it to my hunger, with an occasional grope at my cock and a verbal reminder of how much he had enjoyed it in his mouth. Just as I prepared to give him what he was asking for, someone appeared in the adjoining room. I wanted so bad to see what guy was there, but that sausage tasted far too good to let go of. So, the Bearded Italian decided to take a look for us. “He’s back!” he whispered into my ear of the short, older man with the gray military cut. I had followed his goading earlier and attempted to connect with him. He instead told me he was ‘warming up’, which made me go in the other direction. We let him watch, but neither of us responded to his attempts to get our attention for whatever reason. He got our message of disinterest and exited before too long, and within mere seconds, there appeared another guy. I waited a few and listened for the end of his coin; to see if he would drop another. Once I heard the jingle of the coins in his hand, I let go of the cock I sucked and turned my gaze to the square between us. The man on the other side was on his feel, had his cock out and stroked it with manly urgency. As my eyes scanned him further and adjusted to the semi darkness, I felt my heart jump and my cock throb at the same time. The Chaps he wore made me want to experience him all the more, so I reached through and touched his jean clad ass. Though surprised by my bold manner, he moved himself back to my hand, which only made me reach further. Up to the waist of his jeans, past them to the bare bear furriness of his belly and then on down to the protruding cock. His hand was on it, but I moved it away and he just let me stroke the one hand plus length of it, as I felt necessary. When I let him go and went back to sucking the Bearded Italian, the Biker began to watch, and talk to us about what he was seeing. He told me how nice it looked to see me suck that cock. Told me how much he liked my black moustache going up and down that white cock shaft, and said he couldn’t get enough of seeing how I flicked my tongue over that cock. Remembering that I’d held his thick seven or so inches in my fist made me hungry for it. “Wanna feel it too?” I asked to have him laugh throatily and then slide his cock through the square between us. I smelled his cock even before my tongue touched the head, and what I smelled made me go for that cock all the more eagerly. The scent of his leather Chaps was heavy and rolled up my flaring nostrils like wild. That Biker pushed his cock to my mouth and told me how good that moustache of mine felt on his hot white shaft. I swallowed what I could of his meat and growled a bit while I held it in my throat. When I released it, he sighed heavily and pulled it back through. I looked at my Bearded Italian to see his beard spread by a heated grin of interest while he stroked his cock. I turned back to the square between us to see the Biker with his fingers on the edge. “Why don’t ya just bring that cock over here?” I whispered. “Sure thing.” He said and exited after the end of the coin once again darkened the room. “Fuckin’ A!” I said as he entered. I stared over his attire and almost gloated to myself. Well-worn black boots with pseudo cock rings on the side. The leather Chaps covered blue jeans just as well worn as the boots, except they were cock marked. Favorite leather vest and white T-shirt along with a fitting leather cap. That mustachioed fucker entered with his zipper down and that commando cock was already hard for my mouth to work over once more. Once he whipped it out again, the Bearded Italian and I locked eyes and shared in our greedy verbal analysis of it. My mouth was on it instantly after, and to finally be able to get it all was perfect for me. I loved hearing the Bearded Italian expressing his delight as I sucked it, and then went down far enough to sniff the scent of the ragged piece of leather the Biker had tied for his cock ring. But it seemed the cock owner felt differently. Good, but differently. He seethed once, touched my face on the second, pulled in a more drawn seethe, and then he eased his cock from my mouth. “Wow! You really know how to eat that fucker, don’t ya?!” He said and chuckled as little as I stared up into his green-hazel eyes. With no hesitation he turned my head toward the Bearded Italian and helped me get his throbber back into my mouth. “Suck that sausage!” He told me as he lightly pushed on the back of my head. When I followed his push down and held that cock for long seconds past his letting go, he was surprised. I enjoyed knowing he was so impressed with my cocksucking skill and went on to let him see more. I motioned for the Bearded Italian to stand and as I mover them closer together. I moved them closer to myself. I played a cock in each hand and stared back and forth at them with my tongue cruising my lips the whole time. Just as I brought them together and opened my mouth to take both of those cocks in, the door to the next room opened, some guy entered and closed the door. “Hmmm!” The Bearded Italian and I said as we looked at each other. He and the Biker gave me a ‘while you’re down there’ look, so I looked through the square between us. There was a different guy, wearing light colored jeans and docksider shoes. Big hands, thick fingers, better make those eager thick fingers, for he poked me in the forehead when he put a finger to the square. I chuckled and touched him when he pulled away in alarm. He dropped a coin, as did we, and then he got a better look and began to rub his bulge. I simply licked my lips and nodded to his every ever more urgent rub until he touched his zipper tab and pulled it down. “Nice one!” I whispered loudly when I spied the nice bulge in his white briefs. I then looked back at my cohorts to see the interest in their faces. The cock of the Biker looked so good throbbing there that I just had to slurp over it for a while, and I made sure the guy in the adjoining room could see if he so desired. Did he ever want to see, and feel and physically coax me to suck that Biker cock. I followed it all until he decided to release my head and give me something else to perform on. Which I did not refuse once I watched the eight throbbing inches ease through to my hunger. My fuck buddies were all for what I was doing; they gave me every type of help out they could while I worked that thick and uncut cock over. Its owner liked what I did to it, but there again, he pulled it back just as I got comfortable, crouched to the square between us and complimented my skill. He also asked to join us, but the biker had other ideas; he loved watching me service the cock through the square. So I explained and asked if I could finish him as we were. No need to ask twice, and there were two other cocks for my mouth to work over also. Though I did work over the Biker and my Bearded Italian, the cock of the stranger became primary for my fuck buddies were with me… I sucked that cock like I love to because it was so thick and uncut. He fucked its hardness to my mouth like mad and spouted all kinds of fuckspeak from the other side. The guys with talked me up, rubbed their cocks over me from time to time and even played a few fingers over my cock and balls while I knelt there. I brought the hot and hairy fucker on the other side right to the edge of blowing his load down my throat, and then I stopped sucking him altogether. My fuck buddies and I watched his cock glisten in the dim light with my spit, and throb up so hard it looked like it needed to burst, “Go get that cock!” The Biker said and seethed. Boy did I ever. I went at that cock slow for a bit; just dragged lips and tongue all over it from stem to stern. First on the topside, then I amazed even myself when I covered the underside too. Once back on top I licked hard over the head and teased the tip of my tongue into his meatus. After that I sucked it in and went faster until I was again on a swallowing run. The guy on the other side talked louder to me as he humped the wall. I felt his anticipation, swallowed and held his cock for as long as I could, then released it fully once more. Thank goodness my mouth was still open for the cum began to blast forth. The first blast hit my moustache and tongue, we all grunted, and then I was down for the rest of that load. When I turned to my fuck buddies, they were right in my face with cocks throbbing and ready for more of my oral action. I worked over the Bearded Italian first, per the request of the Biker. To help him play with his hair-surrounded nipples while I pleasured him was great. I even took the opportunity to get a feel of his beard and adored the soft manliness of the hair. The Biker eased a hand over my newly cropped hair on occasion, rubbed his heavily shadowed face over it; even kissed my head a few times as he watched me work. So seamlessly it happened that I got down on that Biker cock. But only for a short time for he was much more in need of a good ball job, which I was more than happy to provide him with. The Bearded Italian took over my hand stroking before too long and I made my position comfortable. He then threw me into cock stroking oblivion when he began to suck the cock of the Biker while I worked his balls. I was so fascinated with the scenario that I had a hard time keeping my load back from my wickedly stroking left hand. That Biker talked some really hot fuckspeak down at us; warned us, almost threatened us for how good we made him and his meat feel. I took it all in and kept my eyes flitting between his facial expressions and the action of the Bearded Italian. I drew those leather-encircled nuts down a bit more into my mouth and that hot Biker groaned and ‘motherfuckered’ me. I repeated the action, the Bearded Italian went back to hand stroking that cock and the Biker said “Yeah!” In an instant I was there with my lip on the left hemisphere of that cockhead, right beside my Bearded Italian cock mate. The load began to shoot and we shared it; straight from the tap and a little beyond. Until the Biker was spent and our mouths were covered with all the warm manliness he had produced. The Bearded Italian and I stared at each other for a moment or a few. Just stared brown into hazel eyes and heaved through the afterglow of sharing such heat. I felt my mouth opening wider as I watched him gather the cum from the corner of his moustache on a thick finger, and then insert it into his mouth. When he brought it out clean and wet, I licked my lips, moaned a bit loud and then felt the hand of the Biker on the back of my head. “Can I watch you finish him off?” He asked as I looked up at him. I wasted not another second in getting back down on that sausage. While I sucked it, I got hold of the Bikers’ cock, held the head and foreskin between my thumb and forefinger and just stroked it like that. The cum that still oozed out felt so slick, hot and manly between my fingers. I wanted to lap up what was coating my digits, but I knew the Bearded Italian had a nice load just waiting in his low hangers. The Biker caressed my head like before, but with a bit more force on occasion. He also lightly kissed it, but the fuckspeak he filled my ears with while doing so, damn! His words had my brain throbbing as hard as my cock, and I moaned in response to it all as I continued to justify the sausage. “You’re gonna get it!” The Bearded Italian spat down at me, and then I felt the first blast hit. I swallowed and heard the Biker ‘motherfucker’ me once again, but he said it slowly and put hard emphasis on both syllables. He grunted and rubbed my head through the following blasts, and then due to extreme post orgasmic sensitivity, the Bearded Italian pulled out and made me watch the rest of that load drool out into his cupped hand. GRIFFIN