Gay Erotic Stories

The house was set in a big old tangled garden and was itself pretty old and big, probably early 1900s. The guy let me in and he looked to be in his middle fifties, husky with graying hair and glasses; pretty normal-looking in fact. We sat in the living room and he asked me about myself and how strong I was and whether I was allergic to dust. Everything seemed very normal and we agreed that I should go there the following evening.

"My wife is away at her sister's so we shan't be disturbed," he said.

I told my parents I was working that evening and arrived on time. He looked pleased and said, "I like a lad who is on time, did you eat yet?"

"No, in fact I was afraid to be late so I just grabbed a chocolate bar," I said.

He led the way into the dining room and the table was set for two, with wine glasses, even. I took my seat and he carried in two plates of a very good smelling beef stew with mashed potatoes. He poured me some wine.

"I can't take much wine and still work too well," I told him.

"That's fine," he smiled at me, "I won't get you tipsy!"

But as the meal ended, and he kept filling my glass, my head started to swim a little so that when I stood up, I was momentarily off balance.

"Steady," he said, with a big smile, "here, come and sit on the sofa for a few minutes to clear your head!"

I sat and he sat beside me.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, just not used to wine I guess." I confessed.

He massaged my shoulder with a powerful grip and I felt a strange yet pleasurable sensation in the pit of my stomach.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Yes feels better thanks."

His arm was sort of around my shoulders as he continued to rub and I realized that I was getting hard. I had not previously had any interest in being fondled by a man and normally it was me who fondled girls. Suddenly it flashed to me that he was touching me as I would have touched a shy girl and I became so aroused by that idea that I must have started to tremble.

The pressure in my groin became enormous and he must have noticed because he asked, "What's the matter; why are you trembling?"

I mumbled that it must be the wine, but he drew me closer and started to hug me, quite gently. I moved to extricate myself but he laid his hand on my thigh - and that startled me like an electric shock.

"Don't be scared," he whispered, "nobody's going to know." And he kissed my cheek, at the same time slipping his hand into my groin and discovering how hard I was. "No need to hide it, come, let's make ourselves comfortable," he said softly. And he undid my belt and fly and then pulled at my pants.

I had no excuse. I wanted him to do what he was doing and I know I even helped him. Next thing I knew I was completely naked, lying on a bed, with him kissing my body all over. The feeling was indescribably erotic and when his mouth nuzzled my genitals I thought I was going to explode then and there.

He kept saying, "You are so lovely ... oh God you are lovely," as he licked my body leaving saliva all over me. He raised my legs and rimmed me so deliciously that I think I screamed with pleasure.

I felt just as a girl does when a big man takes her for the first time (I think). I am not shamed to tell you that!

The he took off his clothes and stood for me to see. His genitals were extremely large, much bigger than mine, and he was at full erection.

"Come darling," he whispered, "be my wife for tonight and do your duty!"

He drew my face to his great cock, the head bulging and purple, wobbling slightly close of my gasping mouth. I drew back but he restrained me and insistently pulled me closer so that the massive tip smeared a little of his pre-emission fluid on my lips. My lips parted and his head entered my mouth. It was an amazingly erotic sensation and there was a subtle musky smell that aroused me even further. I began to gobble and suck and he groaned and gasped as my tongue worked on his frenulum. After a few minutes of this, he withdrew from my mouth and placed me on my back on the bed. He mounted above me and drew my legs apart and up: putting his mouth to me, he covered my inner cleft with his saliva before gently introducing his penis-head and started to press my anus.

"Open your vagina for me darling!" he whispered.

"But you are so HUGE, you will hurt me!" I cried.

"I will be gentle, just relax," he whispered.

The pressure increased and I could feel myself opening wider, wider until there was a sharp pain and, a sudden release of tension as his head entered me. Slowly, transferring more saliva with his fingers, he wetted his shaft and eased it deeper into me. I think I was sobbing with a mixture of pain and pleasure at that point - the pleasure being by far the greater sensation.

Then his mouth closed on mine, and we kissed deeply, his tongue far into my mouth: his two huge hands took my buttocks, which are a little bigger than a guy's ought to be, and he began to gently fuck me.

I cried out in a strange voice, high pitched, like a girl's, and tears of real pleasure ran down my cheeks. The thrusting was striking a very sensitive point inside me making me feel like a near-orgasm at each long thrust. Instinctively I rocked my bottom to his rhythm, tightening my muscles to grip his penis as he drew back - relaxing as he thrust in. I could feel his heavy balls bumping me as he fucked and he was grunting and moaning all the while.

The intensity increased and I knew I would come any moment and, as his own cries grew louder and his hands tightened their grip on my buttocks, I shot an enormous load of hot, thick sperm all over his chest and my own tummy - my muscles contracted spasmodically as a woman's vaginal muscles do at orgasm, and this fetched him too. I felt an internal explosion as he delivered a massive volume of hot sperm into me and I screamed with joy as he slowed his pace and finished me off with gentle strokes.

Now I felt him tremble as he collapsed into my arms, exhausted and I kissed his head and face and told him how I loved him.