Gay Erotic Stories

I never identified as gay, for one thing; I was straight to everyone I knew and bi- curious to myself. I had never actually had sex with a man, though I had fantasized about it. I knew better than to let my craziest fantasies slip into my real life - until now. And I couldn't believe I was doing it.

Sure, my wife and I were at each other's throats lately. Our sex life had its ups and downs. And most importantly, she was out of town with her mother on a trip I couldn't take. Lucky me, I thought; she's four states away spending money while I was at home starting a boring job and trying to get my life in order.

So I walked up to the counter and put my things in front of the attendant. I guess I was doing this. Sure, I could always go in, see what I could see, and if I didn't like it, I could go home and say the hell with it.

It wasn't all that busy when I walked in, and I made it from the main entrance to my locker without seeing anyone. I undressed, put on the provided towel over my waist, and walked around to see what I could find. It was a Thursday night, so the lack of a crowd made sense.

I walked through the place, seeing the occasional man in a towel hanging out, but no one whose attention I caught. Oh well, I thought. I probably shouldn't have been there in the first place, so maybe it was a sign that I should just get out of there and call it a loss.

At least there was some entertainment around - the TV screens were all showing gay porn, so even if I wasn't going to get fucked, I could see it everywhere. A lot of it was pretty hot stuff - threesomes, jockstraps, long, drawn-out sex scenes always ending with some muscular man getting his ass filled with cock - but I could watch that at home if I wanted. I was here to get into trouble.

So I made another round, giving the place another chance, and I wandered into a room what what appeared to be some bunk beds. For the first time, I saw some signs of life, so I stopped, sat down on a bed away from the action, and relaxed.

At that point, I started to observe what was going on. There were three men, all nude, between two beds, about six feet away from me; upon closer inspection, they were all husky, hairy, and bearish.

Two of the men, tall and with big bellies, seemed to be standing, while a third, smaller but chubby as well, kneeling before them. The kneeling man was sucking one of the other two while the third stood over him, and I decided to lean back a bit and watch closely.

I had a pretty good view, and there was definitely more to this than met the eye. As the bottom man was sucking the other two, who were swapping his mouth, I noticed that they were grabbing his bare nipples and twisting them. I didn't hear what they were saying, but he seemed to take the nipple-twisting with gusto, sucking the two men as they played rough with him.

As I watched, my cock got stiff. This was fucking hot! I was watching a guy getting worked over by two other men - right in front of me! I stroked my cock as I saw this go on for some time, seeing the kneeling man eagerly suck the other two.

I didn't think they noticed me, and after a few minutes of this, I noticed that they dispersed, so I put my towel back on and continued on my way, horny as fuck from what I had seen. At this point, I needed to get off, but I wasn't sure how - this was a good show, sure, but what next?

Then my luck changed as I saw a man walk into the next room with me - and I realized instantly it was the bottom man, the one the other two were working over, totally nude. I locked eyes with him for a moment, took off my towel, and from what he did next, I didn't have to do anything more.

He crouched in front of me and took my hard cock in his mouth. He started sucking me, working me over like an experienced cocksucker. Fuck, this was incredible - my wife never sucked my cock, and I frankly never asked her to - but this guy was awesome.

He stroked my shaft with his slut tongue, beneath me as he worked my cock over. He sucked me like a consummate professional, not even exchanging a word with me, knowing exactly what I needed. Fuck, this guy could read my mind.

But I knew he wasn't finished, and he had something even kinkier in mind. I switched positions with him, crouching down, but instead of asking for me to return the favor, he simply told me to "suck those tits" - and I did, taking his nipple in my mouth as I cupped his balls in one hand and stroked my cock with the other.

I got a little more rough with him, taking a few liberties with his nipples; I dug my teeth in a little, and he approved, enjoying the rough treatment. I got rough with my wife sometimes, but she didn't read my mind like this complete stranger who let me work him over.

I got an idea as I bit his nipples, my cock still at attention, and lubed up my fingers with my mouth. Without another word, I reached around his chubby body and slid my fingers between his fat ass cheeks into his asshole, which was clearly nowhere near virgin. He had to know what I wanted next as I warmed up his ass with my fingers, reminding him I could do anything I wanted to him - and he let me do it like a good slut.

Soon, he invited me over to the edge of the room and sat me down in a chair, kneeling at attention for me. Once again, he started sucking my cock, still eager for him. I so badly wanted this. I needed it. The hell with my marriage at that point; I could just fuck male sluts if I had to, especially if it was this easy. This guy didn't even put up a fight. Hell, he was leading me into depravity, and I loved it.

Soon he got up and looked back at me, bending over and exposing his fat ass to me - it was time. I was about to take his ass.

He wanted it bare, and I was more than happy to oblige, standing behind him as he bent over, still on his feet, and shoved my cock into his asshole. It went in nice and easy thanks to his expert sucking work.

He was nice and tight, tighter than my wife for sure. I grabbed his hips and pounded him as I started to talk dirty to him. "You like it in the ass?" I demanded of him.

"Oh yeah," he replied as I fucked him deeper, rhythmically slapping my body against his, my cock deeper in his ass, his naked body at my mercy.

"You're such a slut," I taunted, fucking him hard, enjoying having a complete stranger take my bare cock. I slapped his chubby ass, and he just took it like a good slut.

"Tell me you're a slut," I commanded, my power over him growing as I spanked him again and thrusted deeper inside his ass.

"I'm a slut!" he cried out as I spanked him once more, slapping his fat ass. Fuck, this was incredible. I felt pleasure throughout my body, my bare cock in his slut asshole, not caring how risky or insane this was. I just wanted to fuck him. This was incredible, my cock in intense pleasure, drilling this chubby slut and working him over the way those other two men had earlier.

I felt it get more intense as I continued spanking his bent-over ass, drilling him by grabbing his hips and fucking him deeper. I quickly realized I was about to cum and wanted nothing more than to seed his slut ass.

"Want me to cum inside you?" I demanded from him, and he confirmed he did, so I steadied myself, grabbed on tighter to his hips, and readied myself to fill him with this much-needed load. I held on and started shooting him full of cum; he took it like a good slut, still bent over while I stood over him, fucking him without fear or mercy, It was an easy fuck, yes, but it was amazing.

As I finished him off, he turned his body around and opened his mouth, meeting me for a quick, passionate kiss, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I kissed him back eagerly, still deep in pleasure from fucking him.

Finally, I pulled out, grabbed a shower, and headed for my locker, satisfied in every way. I got dressed for the drive home, hoping I could continue to find ways to sneak in gay sex even when my wife returned home, especially if every time was like this one.