Gay Erotic Stories

I woke the next day with a raging hard-on and an overfull bladder. Jumping quickly out of bed, I headed straight to the bathroom and, when my cock’s stiffness subsided somewhat, I took a leisurely long piss thinking about the day ahead. This would be the day that I would meet up with Nathaniel for the first time in the flesh. I was just so hopeful of him loving me as much as he said that he did on the Internet. We had had such a charming relationship but it was all based on words and pictures. Would we click together in real life? I just had nagging doubts that he would not reciprocate my love when we were in contact with each other in the flesh. I truly loved him and I knew that he was the man I most wanted in my life but would it turn out that I was the man for him? I was as nervous as a kitten and I knew that I’d be devastated if he rejected me after I had come such a long way. It was ten-thirty in the morning local time and I was still a little jet-lagged. All I could do was to spoon up to Roger the airline steward with whom I had slept the night before. I stuck my hardening cock between his legs and stroke his stiff, dripping uncut cock. He soon came into my hand and I took his love juice to my lips and I savored his warm acrid cum with my tongue. I just loved the taste of his seed in my mouth. He turned to me and he sucked my neck tenderly My thoughts turned to Nathaniel again. We had never even exchanged a kiss in real life. Here I was in bed with a horny and satisfying loving guy that I had only met by chance on the plane and it was great sex. Why did I feel about Nathaniel so differently? All I could think in answer to that was that I had loved Nathaniel’s personality from the start of our correspondence. He was so fresh and loving about the things we talked about. He was so openly gay and he laughed out loud when I suggested a contrary opinion to his. I found it so easy to forgive him when he disagreed with me on a matter of importance. That’s love, I guess. But did he really love me? I just didn’t really know and I had to find out one way or another whether he did or did not. He told me that I was so gorgeous from my pictures and messages. But I knew that it would need flesh-to-flesh contact of an intimate kind between us before I would found out if he really, really loved me. Roger spread his legs wide apart for me and I easily took his ass without any lube and I just simply shagged in and out of him until we both came with a starburst of spunk. We sucked each other’s cocks dry and then we showered ourselves clean. He French kissed me until it was time for him to do a little shopping before he got ready for his night flight home. I passionately kissed him as he dressed himself and I sucked his cock goodbye. It soon sent a trickle of warm cum in my mouth and I swallowed it hard. Roger zipped up his fly and scribbled a note on the dressing table notepad. One more loving kiss and he said goodbye and left me with a smile on his face. I read the note and found that he would be back in town in two days’ time. I knew that we were going to be fuck buddies for a long time to come. I took a shower and dressed myself in a loose shirt and baggy shorts. Then I went to the coffee shop for a quick lunch. My thoughts returned to Nathaniel and how I could check out his natural reaction to me without him knowing who I really was. Then I remembered that all the pictures I had sent him were of my naked body when I had a beard that I had since shaved off. A pair of dark glasses would be enough to make me anonymous, I thought to myself. Ten minutes after leaving the hotel, the cab dropped me off at the strip of shops in North Dallas that Nathaniel had told me so much about. The sunshade awning picked his shop out from the rest. The windows were filled with all types of flowers except for carnations and chrysanthemums that Nathaniel hated so much. I remember him telling me that they reminded him of death and funerals. With a quickening heart, I slowly walked to the shop and looked in through its windows and saw him standing in front of the counter talking to a customer. God he was even more handsome than he looked in his photographs. He wore a simple open-neck, navy top over a pair of tight khaki shorts that ended just above his knees. My eyes were mesmerized by the huge bulge in his shorts. And then he turned his back on me to pick up a spray of flowers and I caught sight of his cute, firm and boyish buttocks that I wanted to squeeze so much. I caught his accent for the first time and I thrilled at his way of speaking. He spoke in a fairly high pitch with an accent that reminded me of a younger version of LBJ way of speaking. Something his customer said to him made him chuckle and it was so infectious that it made me smile too. He gave the customer the flowers that she wanted and went behind the desk and swiped her credit card through the reader. He looked up at me as he waited for the authorization and his eyes lingered over me for a second or two. The hair on the back of my neck rose in apprehension as to what he was thinking of me. The printer whirred and issued the receipt and he got on with the business at hand. The happy customer walked out of the shop and he came out of the doorway towards me. "Can I help you, Sir?" he said to me. He was standing so close to me that his sweet breath hit my face and the smell of his fresh manly sweat mixed with body spray hit my nostrils. I marveled at his unblemished face and his freshly trimmed beard. Then I looked into his searching deep brown eyes and he smiled at me seductively. "I was just admiring your display," I replied softly. "I’m just passing by looking for a coffee shop and I haven’t been able to find one so far." "Hey, it’s time for me to take a break," he said. "The nearest one is quite hard to find. Please let me take you there." Without waiting for my approval, he returned to the shop and put his young black assistant in charge. Within seconds we were walking together side by side. "You’re British aren’t you?" he inquired. "Yes, I’m from London," I told him. "Hey, I have a special friend who lives there. We have fun on the Internet practically everyday. Do you know him?" and he gave me my own name. "London’s quite a big place," I said to him with a smile and he chuckled at his naive remark. We sat outside the coffee shop and he chatted about his London mate non-stop. It was a very strange experience to sit with a guy whom I had never met before talking about me with no idea that it was I sitting in front of him. A waiter came over and I ordered a coffee for myself and an iced tea for Nathaniel since I knew that it was his favorite drink. "You must be psychic or something," he said with surprise. "How the hell could you have known that I liked iced tea of all things?" I put my hand over his and took off my sunglasses and looked deep into his eyes. I saw them widen as his wide mouth gasped in surprise. "Oh, it’s you!" he cried and his hand squeezed my thigh under the table. "Yes," I replied. "I wanted to surprise you." "What a sneaky thing to do," he said with a grin. "You shaved off your beard -- otherwise I would have recognized you at once, Richard." The waiter brought our drinks and we chatted about everything under the sun for an hour or so and we soon became as horny as hell for each other. Nathaniel stood up and placed his arm around my shoulders and he whispered in my ear. "I want you to fuck me, dude, just like we do on the Net," he said softly. My cock rose at the thrill that was to come. We walked back to his shop and he put his assistant in charge for the rest of the day. Then we got into his van and drove through town and stopped off in the vast parking lot of the Dallas Theater Center. He had told me about this place many times before. It was the safest cruising area in the city. He pulled up the hand brake and leant over me and I pulled his head over to mine so that we could shove our tongues in each other’s mouth. My arms and legs seemed to turn to jelly as his beard brushed against my chin. My cock was stiffer than ever it had been before and Nathaniel unzipped my shorts and found it and jerked it off. Oh how I loved that firm hand stroking my meat! He stopped for a little and he pulled off my shirt and sucked at both of my nipples in turn as he continued jacking me off. My balls began to ache a little as they filled up with cum and he got his head down on my cock and sucked furiously at it before it exploded in his mouth. I shuddered with joy as he sucked it on and on and I groaned in ecstasy as my cock twitched and tingled in his hot mouth. And then I heard his throat guzzle as he swallowed my cum to the very last drop. "I love you, Nathaniel," I murmured to him with a sigh. "And I love you, sweet Richard," he replied before he stuck his smooth tongue in my mouth again. My face and chest glistened with sweat and my head swooned with the knowledge that he really loved me as much as I loved him. I just wanted to worship his body in the way that he had taught me on the Web. I asked him to climb into the back of the van that was nicely carpeted so that I could fuck his cute ass. I followed him and got out of my shorts and then I pulled his shirt up over his head and sucked his huge dark nipples as he lay on his back moaning and groaning. I knew that he wouldn’t be wearing any underwear and a tug at his shorts was all that was required to expose his cock and balls to me for the first time in the flesh. I sucked at his cock until it became a semi-stiff nine-incher. Then I shoved three fingers up his rosebud and I finger fucked him until his cock became rock hard. He had always told me that his cock needed anal activity to get really hard ever since that twenty-something guy had fucked him for the first time. Now my own cock was stiff with desire to fuck his love tube and I got him to go down on his hands and knees in front of me so that I could take him doggy style. But first I rimmed his rosebud with my stabbing wet tongue until I heard him moan and groan again. I spat into my hand and wet my cock head and aimed it at his rosebud and pushed it into his tight rectum. "Fuck me hard, Rich," he whispered to me. "I’ve been waiting for this for so, so long." Then I lunged the whole of my hotrod inside his silky love tube until our balls nestled together. We had now become one person joined in love and passion. I felt Nathaniel’s cock that was now as stiff as a flagpole. I had no doubt now that he truly loved me. I fucked in and out of him holding onto his thighs and he rocked his butt back and forth to add to his pleasure. Our balls bashed together after each lunge of my dick and the van began to rock about quite a bit. I knew that we had to be quick before we attracted attention from unwelcome strangers. "Rich, I’m cumming man!" Nathaniel cried out as I fucked him faster. He let out a low moan and I checked his cock out and found that it was coated with his warm cum that had spurted out of him without the aid of a hand or mouth. Then I fucked him furiously until my cock spurted inside him and my head was filled with the sounds of trumpets and organ music. Oh how my cock tingled with joy as my balls lost their ache. I fucked him for a little while longer until the tingle died away. Then I pulled my cock out of his love tube and saw my cum dribble out of his asshole. I got my head down and licked it with my tongue. I’ll never ever forget the taste of my cream mingled with the pungent juices of his horny ass hole. I rolled him over on his back and he took me in his manly arms. His eyes looked dreamily into mine as he squeezed me tight. “I never had sex quite like this,” he said. “I feel that I’ve been to heaven and back.” His hand found my rosebud and he finger fucked me gently as he kissed me again with his tongue down my throat. It was such a soothing experience that I felt that I could fall asleep for a hundred years. But, quite suddenly, we heard footsteps coming towards us. In two or three seconds we got our shorts back on and hopped into the seats of the van just in time before a parking lot attendant reached us. Nathaniel let out a whoop as he revved up and shot out of the lot en route to his Fair Lawn apartment. I laughed at his boyish mood and I loved the feel of the warm air on my chest as the man of my dreams sped through the city singing to me in a baritone voice. He sounded so professional and I remembered that he had been trained for the choir of his Methodist church. He drew up to his apartment building and, after pulling up the handbrake, he took my naked torso in his arms again and he kissed me all over my face. “Be careful,” I said quietly to him. “Someone will see us.” “Who cares?” he replied. “Everyone around here is either gay or bi. Welcome to Gay Dallas lover boy!” I let my hair down and I kissed him back passionately both on his lips and his gorgeous eyelids and he moaned and groaned again with love for me. Then he unzipped my shorts and he found my naked boner and he got his head down on it and worshipped it with his tongue. My eyes glazed over at the thrill that he was giving me. Just before I came, an older guy passed us walking his dog, “Hi, Nathaniel,” he called out. “I see that you’re having a special treat this afternoon.” But Nathaniel couldn’t answer. His mouth was completely full of my cupful of love juice. The old boy stopped and looked at my open-mouthed face frozen in ecstasy. “Some guys get all the luck,” he muttered as he went on his way. I just knew that I couldn’t disagree with him as sweet Nathaniel swallowed my cum down his throat in one long gulp... Did you like this part of my story? Let me know at excaliber1021439@aol.com