Gay Erotic Stories

I had been down to Dubuque, Iowa to visit with friends for the weekend. Not much to do there, but it’s a nice little town. After my visit, I realised that there wasn’t a lot to do but watch television in my hotel room. I’m not into the “gay” bar scene, and don’t even know if there are any gay bars there. But I know of the two casinos. There’s a new one downtown, and the older one at the racetrack, north of the city.

I had gone back to my hotel, and decided TV wasn’t going to cut it that night, and that I’d go out for a couple of hours of blackjack. It was already 11.00 pm, (beyond my normal bedtime), but I was restless. I’m an older guy, late 50’s. I’m single, and have never been lucky in the “love” department. And to save anyone some time. I am attracted to only older, mature men.

Upon arriving at the casino, I couldn’t find any blackjack tables that were open, so I meandered about the one-armed bandits, cruising the clientele. And far in the back I finally saw someone worth looking at. He was an older gentleman, wearing a dress-shirt and light linen pants and sitting at a slot machine. He was at a kiosk of slot machines, that were arranged in a circle.

He was turned side-ways facing my direction as I walked towards him. He was engrossed in the machine, and I had ample time to “size” him up, as it were.

He had to be in his 60’s and pot-bellied, wearing glasses and balding. Not a movie star, but as I said, I’ve always been attracted to older men. And he got into my radar, but good. As I said, he was wearing a dress shirt and lighter linen pants. The thin fabric did little to hide the fact that between his legs were two goose-egg sized balls, clearly outlined. I couldn’t see much of his cock’s outline because of the folds of his pants. Pot bellies don’t do anything for me, they are like an immediate turn- off. But all of a sudden, it was a very attractive feature. (I imagined myself on my knees, licking his balls and looking up at his stomach, unable to see the satisfaction on his face. It seemed like a challenge.) Hell, I can’t explain it. He, and that pot belly were attractive to me in that moment. Anyway, I don’t have to explain it. It just happened that way.

I sat immediately to his right and he continued to face me, oblivious to my sitting there. After slipping my $20.00 bill into the machine, he looked over to me and I acknowledged him saying, “Any luck, tonight?” He replied, “Nawww…”, and I quickly replied, “Well, you never know – you might get lucky,” and I smiled a broad grin.

He laughed a little and went back to playing his machine. About two minutes later, he started making small talk. We told each other where we were from, and we discussed which slot machines were fun to play.

Every once in awhile, he’d grab at his crotch and give it a quick squeeze. I didn’t think it was deliberate on his part, but I know it made me flush. Looking back, after a few squeezes – he probably realised the effect it brought about.

Nevertheless, we had been playing for about an hour and had consumed several beers. He told me his name was Fred, and he said he was staying at the Hilton Inn, which shared the casino’s parking lot. (I think the beers helped with becoming comfortable.) Fred asked if I wanted to take a break and have a beer with him in his room. “I don’t know about you, but I need a break from this every now and then. I think the machines need a rest before they can be fooled into paying out. Besides, I need to get rid of some beer – and I don’t like using public restrooms.”

I agreed and said that I could probably use a short break, and we headed up to his room. He said he had a 6 pack “on ice”. Little did I know at that moment, the “6” referred to something else.

Upon entering, Fred switched on all the lights. The room had a short hallway, the bathroom was immediately on the left. The room was sizable with two double beds.

Fred walked past the bathroom and flicked on the one table light that didn’t light from using the switch and he drew the blinds. He kicked off his shoes and said, “Make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks”, I said, kicking off my shoes. Chuckling, I said, “I’ve got to use the can, too – but this is your room, so you go first.”

He quickly disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind him. I could hear his heavy stream hitting the toilet, and my mind was running wild. I tuned in the radio for some background distraction. I heard the toilet flush, the water run, and he came out shortly announcing, “Your turn.” “Thanks.” I said.

When I finished, I came out of the bathroom and headed into the room. I found Fred buck-naked on the bed. I was blown away. His pillow covered his face somewhat. I found him stroking his cock with his right hand, and at the same time he was tweaking his left nipple with the other. His cock wasn’t the longest I’ve every seen, but it was nice, thick and uncut. He slowly pulled the foreskin over the head of his dick, and pulled it down on the downstroke. His cockhead glistened in the light, pre-cum already forming. His balls slowly rising and falling in their hairy sack in unison to his strokes.

“You weren’t kidding about getting comfortable, were you?” I asked.

“No, I wasn’t – and I’m hoping that your suggestion of getting lucky earlier meant exactly this.”

“Do you want to dim the lights?” I asked.

“Nope. I don’t want to miss a thing, and I want to be able to remember this. It’s been way too long, since I’ve had any sex whatsoever.” he said.

I didn’t need an engraved invitation. I quickly shucked off my clothes and climbed into bed – positioning my head between his widened legs and started licking and sucking his huge balls. “Ummmmm….” he muttered.

He widened the stance of his feet as I slowly licked all around his balls, giving him a tongue bath I knew he’d never forget. Licking his balls, I reached up to grab Fred’s cock. He moved my hand away and said, “Let me enjoy this for a bit. I promise you can get more of this later.” He resumed stroking his cock and I returned to the attention I was giving his balls. I slowly licked each of them. Trying to put each in my mouth. Licking along the crease of his thigh, bathing his ball sack with my tongue. I continued my movements, licking even lower. Fred instinctively grasped behind his knees and pulled them to his chest. I slathered my tongue back and forth, getting closer and closer to my target. His crotch smelled of manly sweat, making my dick pulse with every intake of breath I took through my nose. Honest, manly sweaty balls and ass. No cologne. No dirty, just-used smell. Just the aroma of manly sweat and perspiration. A naturally intoxicating smell.

Grabbing a spare pillow, Fred quickly raised his ass and propped his butt higher. It was “target” time. I slowly swirled circles around his rosebud, tasting his skin and sweat. Fred kept moaning, “Oh, yeah…oh, yeah…oh, yeah…” I flicked my tongue at his asshole, and using my hands to pry his cheeks apart, I dove in, hungrily tongue-fucking his hole.

Fred moaned in rhythm with each plunge of my tongue, “Oh, oh, oh, oh…” I ate his ass like there was no tomorrow. I buried my nose and mouth in his asshole, savouring the manly scent of crotch and ass sweat. I spent an easy 15 minutes rimming his hole.

“God, that feels good”, he kept moaning.

“Hold on a minute.” Fred quickly pulled the pillow out from under him and managed to roll over onto his knees. He positioned his ass and offered it up to me, spread his knees wider and collapsed onto his chest. I started eating his ass again, only this time I was able to massage his balls and stroke his thick cock as it hung downward.

I pulled his cock down and back towards me, licking along the shaft. Pulling his turtleneck down, I quickly flipped over, pulled his dick into my mouth and reached up to play with his balls. Fred slowly started to fuck my face, plunging his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I had to fight my gag reflex, as I raised my head to swallow him deeply. I buried my nose in his pubic bone, his pubic hair tickling my nose. Breathing in that lovely crotch smell.

He had ample foreskin, and I noticed it acted as a smooth turtleneck for his cock. Very loose and forgiving. I flipped back over and resumed rimming his hole. As I was eating his asshole and stroking his thick 6 inch cock, I reached down and started to stroke my own. I hadn’t cum in weeks and I was so fucking horny.

“Eat my hole, eat my hole,” Fred moaned. He reached back to pull his ass cheeks apart. I licked my middle finger and started to finger his ass as I stroked his cock. “Oh, yeah…oh, yeah…oh, yeah…” his replies were almost mechanical in nature.

“Do you like to get fucked, Fred?” By this time, I was using two fingers in his ass – and he was meeting my fingers with every exploratory plunge.

“I haven’t been fucked up the ass in years, since I was a kid. But it sounds fantastic. But you gotta go SLOW, hear me? I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle it, but man – you really have me primed and craving it.”

“That’s fine, Fred. I like to take my time. I’ll go slow.”

I hopped off the bed and grabbed a condom from my pants pocket. (It pays to have been a Boy Scout – be prepared.) Opening the packet, I got back on the bed and resumed eating Fred’s ass. I was priming him to no end. Slowly, I unrolled the condom down the length of my cock. I love that “condom” feeling when putting one on.

I asked Fred if he had any lubricant. He replied that there was lotion on the bathroom’s sink counter. I fairly sprinted into action.

Upon my return, Fred had gotten back onto his back and had propped his ass in the air with the pillow. I settled between his legs, lubing up my cock and pouring a little lotion on his asshole. I slowly slid my fingers in and out to get him used to the feeling. He held his knees to his chest and then grabbed his ankles. He was mine.

“Oh, yeah…oh, yeah…” This was about the extent of Fred’s meaningful dialogue. That, and the moaning. It was almost as if he were entranced – in a world all his own.

I put the end of my cock at his asshole’s entrance, and slowly moved the head of my cock inside his ass. His sphincter muscle seemed to relax just enough to permit entry, and then clamped down hard on my cock – almost forcing me to be sucked in.

I slowly fed his ass my cock, and his sphincter slowly started to relax more and more. I began slowly slipping him half my cock, and then withdrawing. I’d pump him five or six times, letting him get used to my cock. I kept repeating this pattern, and Fred kept moaning and moaning with each slow, deliberate pumping motion I made.

The tightness of his ass was almost unbelievable. Tight, firm, his ass was sending the message, “FUCK ME!” And I obliged.

I threw his legs over my shoulders.

I began lengthening my strokes, keeping the same rhythm. You could almost time a clock to my strokes. Gradually my strokes were getting deeper and deeper. And Fred continued to moan.

I leant forward on my elbows and started kissing his neck and cheeks. He responded by reaching up with one hand and planted it behind my head, forcing me unto his mouth. Our breaths and kisses punctuated by our mutual moaning, our animalistic act. Fucking. Fucking. Pumping. Pumping.

I was beginning to feel a churning in my balls, and I knew it would only be a short moment before I would fill that condom with plenty of jizz.

“Fred,” I panted, “I’m getting close.” “Me, too,” his voice grunting with my thrusts. BAM! BAM! BAM! Feeling the familiar buzz in my balls, I started to slam into his ass, with the deepest thrusts I could make.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” in fast response to my pumping cock.

“I’m cumming, man, I’m cumming!” I grunted into his ear and I planted my lips on his. I wanted to be as close to being “one” as possible. I blasted volley after volley of cum into his ass, I could feel the pumping of my cock into the condom. “Uh, uh, uh, uh.”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh”, he moaned, as I felt the splash and wetness of his cum on my stomach and chest. We had both cum.

I collapsed on top of him, our breathing and moaning in heavy unison.

After what seemed a mini-eternity, our panting slowing to normal breaths. I rolled onto my side, my fingers caressing his face and cheek. I moved my hands down to his grey-haired chest and stomach. I played with his cum, his cum he had shot out, all over us. It’s fragrance almost intoxicating, sticky and warm.

I cuddled him. I couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. We kissed and kissed again, my hand wet with his cum, as I held his face.

Being single isn’t easy. I truly wish I had someone special to love and hold every night. I truly do. Someone like Fred.

I had a feeling after we had dressed though, that Fred wasn’t available. And I was right. He’s married, but legally separated. He’s a multitude of problems with the wife, his children, grand-children. Too much baggage for me to pursue. But I won’t forget that night, for a long time.

Remember that attractive pot belly Fred had? The one I thought made him so attractive and sexy? Fred was lying on his back, his one leg lying over mine, the other foot planted firmly on the bed with his knee splayed wide. I was propped on my elbow and lying on my side, playfully massaging and fingering his asshole. We were in the climax “afterglow”. It was then that I realised, as I moved my hand up to his swollen, wet, thick cock – to relish in the feel of it’s warmth and hardness, I realised that his hot, attractive pot belly was gone.

What a man!