Gay Erotic Stories

My place inparticular couldn't be more convenient. I'm in the heart of the city where everything I need is within a block or two. My front door leads right to one of the main arteries through town.

We had three dogs that I would walk downtown once or twice a day. Invariably I will see a few homeless people. There are some that I see frequently and developed a "Hi, how's it going?" relationship. you can tell with some of them, that under better circumstances these guys would be HOT.

The fantasy was basic. I somehow invite a homeless man to sleep on my couch, I'm in bed with my naked butt in the air. Sometime in the night, he would get up to go to the bathroom, walk through my bedroom (where the bathroom is) and eventually he would end up fucking and breeding me.

I developed fantasies but couldn't do anything about them because of my partner. Well we split up on Valentine Day 2015 and he went to jail. He was an abuser and a user anyway So lets forget about him.

In the couple of months that he's been gone, I've met and had about six homeless guys over. We smoked joints, Some slept on the couch, others just visited a while. Some came back, I did the butt in the air thing but nothing really happened. I never ever make blatent or unsolicited advances to anyone in my home.

The I had two strokes of luck within one week. First it was Christopher. A 32 year old manyon0, 170 lbs, dark hair, green eyes. I've been seeing him wandering around the neighborhood spaced out even since before I met Dennis. In the last few months of our being together, we met Chris and had him over a few times to smoke a joint. Strange guy, never talked, always had the shortest answer possible for any given question. Whenever he left, he would just get up and go, no thanks, no goodbye, no turn green, nothing.

I was getting ready to go to our excuse for a leather bar, The Eagle which is only an 8 minute walk from my place. Just as I was on my way out the door, there's Christopher walking by. After a brief exchange of few words, he came on inside where we watched TV and smoked a bit o' weed. He slept on the couch that night, even came in to use my bathroom but didn't respond to my luring.

A few nights later, i was posting an ad on BBRT where i was in my bed lying in wait for a responder. It was too soon for anyone to have responded to my ad, but I heard my screen door open and footsteps on the hardwood floor approaching my room. I heard, "Hey buddy?" and I recognized the voice as Christophers. I just kept laying face down looking ahead to the mirror on my headboard behind me. He walked in the room, stalled, turned around and started to leave, changed his mind and before I knew it he was unbuckling his pants and climbing on the bed. I could smell that he'd been drinking. His cock was soft at first, he was pressing it back and forth on my butt cheeks. When he got a semi, he started poking at my taint. Every poke made his cock grow longer, harder and thicker. Soon his pokes became light gentle strokes as he was slowly dry-fucking be between my thighs. Nice, looong strokes.

I did not reach back or under to help guide his impressive tool into my cave. I let this one be about him so I let him take his time.

Upp, there it is. The pressing of this hard dick against the sealed back entrance to my body, lightly bouncing and probing, asking to be let in. I could feel his drool of pre-cum buttering up my twitching hole.

When he took his matter in to his own hands I opened a bottle of poppers just in time to feel him push his cock up my chute. I was not lubed, so I could feel every little push. When he was finally all the way in, my hole felt as if it was gripping around a baseball bat.

He proceeded to use me as his masterbatory tool for a while. For someone who told me he was straight, his young sounding moans and groans suggested otherwise. He fucked me for about an hour, raining sweat all over my back. He liked us to lay on our sides too. Then he...just stopped, zipped up and left. So..what just happened?

I reached back to feel my hole, it was all wet and sticky. Did he cum? I cupped my hand under my hole and push out a little bit. What shot out was more cum than I could fit in the palm of my hand. I quickly rescued what I had left by shoving it into my mouth. I was so hot and bothered, I jacked off while swishing his seed between my teeth and tongue. Best shoot I had in a while.

A couple days later he returned for some more (I'm a handsome 54 year old old) so for me, that says I still got it.

I asked him what was his purpose for visiting the night he just walked in drunk because there is no way he knew I had an ad going. He said, Oh I just remember what I saw last time.

Depending on the reponses I get from here, I tell what happened just the other night with Thomas.