Gay Erotic Stories

Keith became a regular visitor to my apartment as the weeks and months passed. The more he and Teri argued, the more I was on my knees sucking this straight mother fuckers hot cock! Keith was a cum-machine. I never met a dude that was able to recharge and shoot load after load the way Keith did. Keith would shoot a load, we’d have a drink and within 15-20 minutes he’d motion me to go down on him again! Rarely would he ask or tell me to blow him, he’d just start rubbing his cock, pull down his jeans and whip out his cock. I needed no further invitation!

As time went on, Keith became more relaxed and at ease with me sucking him and FINALLY loosened up and started to express his pleasure as I would swallow his cock balls deep, moaning and directing me to lick his balls, slow down , speed up or just to suck on his cock head. He would cum so much my mouth would already be half full when he’d moan “I’m Gonna cum” and then I would feel the violent eruption of his cum load dumping even more of that hot spunky man cum in my mouth! I’ve sucked a lot of cock and never had a problem swallowing every drop, but Keith’s cum loads were sometimes so big that he would fill my mouth to the point of almost gagging!

By February it was not unusual for Keith to text me two or three times a week asking if I would be home that night. This was his way of saying he wanted head. I NEVER said no to Keith if I was planning to be home. Hell, I even postponed or canceled my plans depending on who or what I had planned for the night! I had become addicted to sucking this straight man’s cock!

I would have the door unlocked and a drink waiting for him on the kitchen counter. By this time Keith knew to just come in the apartment and make himself comfortable. Keith texted me last Friday afternoon.

Keith: Yo, U gonna be home Me: Yes Keith: Said she’s goin out with her GF’s after work Me: OK, I’ll see you after work Keith: K, I’ll be over after I shower

I arrived home shortly after five. Made us both a drink and placed Keith’s on the kitchen counter. With my drink in hand I went to the bedroom, undressed, hung up my suit and was ready to head to the shower when I heard the familiar roar of Keith’s pickup pulling in the parking lot. Looking out the bedroom window, I’d see Keith hop out of his truck, grab his work tools from the back of the truck and head toward the building. Damn he always looked so hot all sweaty and dirty from a hard day at work. Smiling to myself and knowing we’d have a few hours to play, I jumped in the shower for a quick cleanup. Standing under the hot spray of the shower feeling the tension of my day melting away my mind started to wander and before I knew what was happening, I had soaped up my dick and was stroking furiously! Realizing Keith would be stopping in shortly, I rinsed off and threw back the shower curtain ready to grab my towel and dry off, still hard from my stroking session in the shower! I nearly slipped in the shower when I saw Keith standing there bare assed naked, holding his drink in one hand and his very plump cock in the other!

“Holy shit you fucker!” I blurted out! He scared the crap out of me. Being the smart ass that Keith is he looked at my cock then back at me and said it sounded like I was having fun in the shower, and with that put his drink on the vanity, stepped into the shower, pulled the curtain and turned the water back on. Keith grabbed me by the shoulders, directing me to my knees. Knowing what we both wanted, I gave no resistance. Keith placed his hands on either side of my head, guiding his hard cock in my mouth, holding me balls deep for a few seconds before guiding me up to the head of his cock to work his engorged head and then slowly back down his shaft holding me balls deep as I worked my tongue around the base of his cock. After a few minutes I was unable to control myself and reached down and started stroking myself. This had me moaning like a cheap hooker! Just when I was close to blowing my load, Keith pulled me to my feet, grabbed my hands putting them over my head and pushed me hard against the shower wall. The hot water continued to wash over us both. I stood there looking deep into Keith’s brown eyes, wanting so desperately to kiss Keith deep and hard. To grab his face and kiss his lips, his cheeks, his neck. To taste his mouth. To stroke the stubble on his face. To kiss him with all my strength and passion! Staring back at me, Keith’s stare was just as intense. He had the look of longing in his eyes. I was half expecting Keith to finally give me that kiss I so desperately wanted! My body jumped with excitement as Keith gently placed his hands on my biceps, bringing them to my sides and as he dropped to his knees taking hold of both my hands. Staring up at me, Keith kissed the head of my cock and opened his mouth to give what was obviously going to be his first blow job. I became lightheaded and was seeing stars. That is until Keith started gagging on my cock and immediately let go of my hands and grabbed onto my cock so hard it hurt. He was trying to just suck on the head of my cock and using his hand to keep from taking it to deep in his mouth. There was pain, severe pain, no pleasure. Wincing, I pushed him off and pulled him to his feet.

With that I turned off the water, pulled back the shower curtain, grabbed a towel and started to dry off Keith. He looked at me oddly and sort of stepped back. I asked “What the hell was that all about?” referring to him attempting to go down on me. Keith said he was not used to the physical attention I was always willing to give him. He wanted to return the favor and get me off. Apologizing for not being able to take me all the way in his mouth and that he never had a cock in his mouth before. I told Keith it was not necessary to apologize. It was a great gesture but not necessary. I explained our friendship was not about me wanting anything from him, but it was about me taking care of his sexual needs. I explained that I got my fulfillment getting him off!

I don’t think he quite understood, but in a few minutes we were both dry, went to the bedroom and pulled on our jeans and t-shirts chatting like two friends who were about to head to a ballgame or the local corner bar. That’s one of the great things about hanging out with Keith. We don’t necessarily talk about what happens, it just happens and then it’s over.

Keith was the first to head to the living room. I followed shortly after checking myself one last time in the mirror and grabbing my drink from the bathroom. Damn, I thought to myself as the shower scenario started to replay in my head! Don’t overthink this I said to myself!!

Keith was already pouring another drink when I came out of the bedroom. I walked over to the kitchen counter and placed my glass next to his and grabbed some ice from the freezer. Keith filled my glass and I dropped a few cubes in both glasses. Something as simple as this, making drinks together. Him pouring my whiskey, me getting his ice……………………….. Just two guys doing this simple task, together, for each other. It was just natural. It’s kind of hard to explain, but there were many things we would do for each other that happened naturally that I don’t think we realized we were doing at the moment, but today a lightbulb went off in my head. In some weird way it felt like we’d become a closeted couple! I chucked to myself as Keith took his seat at the breakfast bar. I took my spot standing next to him at the end of the counter, placing my drink next to his. We talked a bit about nothing in particular and then I asked what was up with him and Teri. Turns out that Teri was not renewing the lease and was planning on moving back to the area she lived previously. I knew she hated living in the development from the beginning. Keith said that all they did was argue over her kid, his drinking and her holding the purse strings since she was the major breadwinner. I listened as I always did without making too many comments.

It was now shortly after six and I wanted to make sure not to waste any time with Keith. I reached over and started rubbing his still plump cock through his jeans. Keith nodded and I dropped to my knees and started to unzip his jeans, Keith stood up from the bar stool and pulled his jeans down and then sat back down on the bar stool. I finished pulling them off and tossed them across the living room. Immediately I took his cock in my mouth and started giving him head. After a few minutes Keith asked if we could watch some bi-sexual porn on the internet. Of course I was willing to do whatever he wanted so I grabbed my laptop, headed to the living room, placed the laptop on the coffee table and settled in on the couch. I searched a website he suggested and clicked on a video Keith pointed to saying he wanted to watch. He told me how much he likes to have sex or get blown while watching porn, something Teri frowned upon. Although I was face deep in Keith’s lap, I semi paid attention to the storyline! It was a married couple who picked up a bisexual man at a bar. The husband thought he and the other guy would tag team the wife but the wife had other plans. It happened that the wife had pre-arranged the meeting with the guy from the bar and wanted to get the husband and the other guy to engage in sex with each other as well as with her. Needless to say they all had an orgasmic time. So did Keith! I’m not sure his cock was ever so hard! Keith was definitely turned on by the porn. He must have told me five times how good his cock felt in my mouth and his tirade of obscenities as he was shooting his cum load confirmed just how much he liked porn during sex!

I went to the bathroom to grab some lube. When I returned Keith had already retrieved our drinks from the counter and I sat on the couch next to him. Still dressed, I pulled off my t-shirt and jeans and tossed them in the direction of Keith’s jeans near the chair. I was definitely going to need to shoot a load so I figured there was no time like the present. Usually I would jack off after Keith left, but I wanted to give him a bit of a show tonight. I squirted some lube on my already hard cock and started to stroke it telling Keith how excited I get sucking his cock. How hot he is and how much he turns me on sexually. He grinned shyly, said thanks and watched as I slowly stroked myself. I closed my eyes imagining Keith’s hard cock in my mouth. Licking my lips and moaning quietly. I felt Keith’s hand reach over and join my hand stroking my cock with me. I let go of my cock and Keith took over. He kept a good steady rhythm. I kept my eyes closed enjoying the moment. After a few minutes I needed to shoot and although Keith was giving me a descent enough hand job, it wasn’t at the pace or pressure I needed to get off and I was in need of release soon! I regained control of my cock and started pumping my hand up and down my shaft. After a few minutes I feel the tension rise in my balls and know I’ll be blowing my load soon enough. Keith is now rubbing my chest and abs taking me to my happy place. I find myself now half laying across the couch, jerking with one hand and playing with my balls and ass with the other. I’m moaning and thrusting my hips forward to coincide with the pumping I’m giving my cock! I’m imaging sucking him again as I start to feel my cum boil and then it happens! Keith shoves two lubed fingers between my cheeks pushing me out of control! One, two three ropes of my thick white cum blast from my cock, the first landing on my neck, the second and third landing on my chest and abdomen! My entire body is shaking, my head is spinning and I can do nothing but lay there trying to recover. A few minutes later my breathing returned to near normal and I was finally able to open my eyes. Keith smiled and make some smart-assed comment about how I would be the perfect girlfriend if only I had tits! I jokingly told him to piss off as I headed to the shower for a quick clean up.

Keith hadn’t bothered to get dressed during my absence, and saw that he refreshed our drinks. I took that as a sign he was ready for some more play. Keith was sitting on the couch cupping his balls and his semi plump cock looking like it could use some more attention. Keith said he texted Teri and we still had a half hour.

Without hesitation I was back on my knees working Keith’s cock!