Gay Erotic Stories

The job was not difficult, and the pay was good, and the commute was only twenty minutes away. The company was situated on the first floor of a two-story house located in a neighboring town. The owners name was Doug.

He lived alone in an apartment above his company. Doug was 40-something, about six feet tall, roughly fifteen pounds overweight, with thinning light brown hair. We worked well together and shared a similar sense of humor. The night before the last show of the season, we were working late watching videos of past car shows to see if we could make any last minute improvements.

The August night was very warm and extremely humid. We took a break for pizza and beer about 9:30 PM. Around 10:00 PM Doug opened my third beer and we continued talking about the next days events. We stopped working around 11:00 PM and he asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I had no other plans so I said “sure,” and we walked upstairs to his apartment.

I flopped on the couch and Doug handed me my seventh beer. He put in a tape and sat on the couch next to me. A few minutes into the movie I realized the movie was a porno about two guys and a girl. Not one for this sort of thing I would have gotten-up and left saying, “Ha, ha Doug, see you tomorrow.” – But I was light headed from the beer and the warm humid night. So I just sat there silent and heavy on the couch with Doug.

The video got right to the point. The first scene opened with two lean well-defined square-jawed guys sliding their glistening poles deeply in and out of this girl’s hungry mouth and wanting pussy. The video was so well done that you could feel each guy’s penis slide in and out of the girl. One guy was olive skinned with dark body hair and the other was very white and shaved smooth. The girl was a brunette, tanned, not overly endowed and appeared to like the attention. They were all shimmering with sweat and no hole went unattended.

You would have to be dead not be interested and I became interested rather quickly when, the threesome switched positions so one guy could lick a load of cum out of the girl’s groomed pussy and asshole left by the other guy. After five or so minutes the girl moved and shifted to a squatting position and the guys casually stood up. She opened her legs wide so the camera could zoom in on her engorged pussy in full bloom. The scene widened to show the guys waiting cocks dangling and bobbing inches from her opening mouth.

As she began to tongue the smooth guy Doug turned to me (Seemly on cue) and said, “Look at her mouth water as she slicks that guy’s cock.”

“Real slick,” I said.

“Have you ever sucked cock,” he asked?

In my best sober voice I said, “No.”

then repeated what he said before, “Look at her mouth water.”

Then in a drunken slur I asked, “Have you ever sucked cock?”

“No,” he said. “But if I did, I’ll bet I could outdo her;” then he slapped my bare leg. In a distant intoxicated kind of way I paused—then said, “I’ll give you $20 bucks if you can blow me half as good as she is giving that guy.” And in one quite motion he moved to the floor between my legs and pushed them apart without giving me a chance to respond.

In no time he had my sandals off, and his large hands under my khaki shorts petting and kneading my tanned hairy legs. As he hiked my shorts up he began tonguing my inner thighs till he reached my jockey shorts. Dizzy from the beer, and not knowing how to respond, I let him. I let him unbutton and unzip my shorts. I let him push my hips up to shimmy my shorts and my underwear down around my ankles. I let him finish undressing me and push my skinny frame down on the couch, where he lorded over me kissing my flat chest and following my treasure trail with his tongue. And just as he took my penis into his mouth I turned my head to see the two guys in the video began sucking each other too--some coincidence.

Doug’s tongue lapped at my steady stream of pre-cum and swirled around my circumcised penis down my shaft and around my testicles and back again, four or five times. After a few minutes he shifted my hips and spread my ass and began gently licking my asshole. And in a primal way I opened my legs more for him to get deeper. I also began wanting him. Though I did not care for the way Doug looked or dressed, or his deodorant soap smell, his mouth made me want him.

I wanted to feel his adult body on me. I became breathless as he kissed, licked, and sweetly rimmed my hole with his magical tongue and lips. Then I heard a small plastic click, and he stopped licking me and started massaging my asshole with his fingers and strangely my hole became very warm and I grew even more light-headed. He rimmed and caressed my hole with his finger tips, and tenderly inserted his calloused man fingers one by one into my wanting ass. Slowly he slid them in and out of me and I began to sway and push down into his rough hands, wanting all of his fingers in me. I felt him move around and say that he was going to fuck me like the guys were doing in the video. His words sounded blurry to me. “What video was he talking about,” I thought?

With my dilated hole warmed, lubed, and ready, he pushed my legs up over my head and positioned himself over me. I felt pressure against my hungry hole and then penetration. I closed my eyes, gasped, and saw stars. In a very slow and controlled way he pulled out and then he slowly pushed his penis back into me. First his head, then more of his shaft, then all the way till I could feel his pubic hair against brush my ass. My asshole welcomed his penis and warmly closed around it as he pushed in. His fullness gave me the shivers each time it slid through my quivering hole. He paced himself for a longtime. When his rhythm changed I opened my eyes and saw his head tiled way back and his mouth gaping, and sweat trickling down his chest and abdomen. My libido spun out of control and I wanted his sweat.

He let me pull him down so I could lick his chest. And I did!--Big heavy licks. My lips and tongue danced through his chest hair and around each areola. I licked and licked and grew even more intoxicated with his sweaty aroma as it clung to my face. Then out of nowhere I heard myself say, “I’m cumming.”

He quickly shifted his hips, pulled his penis out of my slippery hole, and bent down and took my penis in his mouth. The moment I felt his tongue I began ejaculating jet after jet after jet of gooey cum into his open mouth. Doug gulped and swallowed it all except for the bit he gave back to me when crawled up my body and positioned my head with his hands and kissed me deep with his cum filled mouth. After the kiss, the last thing I remember was Doug telling me that it was his turn.

I awoke to the sound of running water. I was lying on the floor of his apartment covered with my clothes. I could see Doug was asleep naked on the couch, and I heard two strange men talking from the bathroom. My head pounded and my body ached when I began pulling myself up. I had a sharp darting pain from my asshole, and my jaw was oddly sore. Naked and humiliated, I quickly and quietly got dressed and hurried out the door. On my way out I saw that is was 6:00 AM. I got in my car and started for home. My asshole was so sore I cried out each time I shifted gears on the way. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at my apartment.

Shaken, I carefully eased out of my tiny car and up two flights to my door. I unlocked it and went inside. I took aspirin and painfully undressed to take a shower. Looking in the mirror I was horrified to see that I was covered in red blotches and dried semen on my face and body, and in my hair. The pubic hair above my penis and around my asshole was partly dried and crusty, and my asshole was still leaking from the semen enema I received hours earlier. And I had an awful taste in my mouth too.

I gently entered the shower and stood motionless under the warm water. It hurt and felt good at the same time. “Now what was I going to do,” I said to myself. I’ll have to find a new job. And how was I going to get my last paycheck? What about the car show? I gently washed my body and shampooed my hair. After a long time I stepped out, and softly toweled dry. I found loose fitting boxer shorts and a baggy shirt to put on and lay down on my bed. My aching asshole made me whimper, and I had to lie on my side to avoid the sharp pain. I stayed that way for two days.

Feeling better, I checked myself out in the mirror. The blotches on my face were gone, along with the darting pain from my asshole. So I decided to dress, go to the post office and grocery, and come back home.

After unpacking my groceries, I sorted the mail. Doug had sent me a thick envelope containing two separate smaller envelops. One had my paycheck with a note saying that I still had my job if I wanted it and that I owed him 20 bucks from the bet. The other contained five one hundred dollar bills with a note that read, “Thanks for the party, Jim and Peter. P.S. call us whenever you have spare time.”

Being a student I can always use the money, but what now?