Gay Erotic Stories

September went by pretty quickly--the weekdays that is--because of medical classes and homework. It was the weekends that bothered me the most. Well at night did not help any day of the week with three studs in the same room. Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink, and I needed cock in the worse way. The weekends after going to the bar I would come back to my barracks early enough to finger my ass and have a good orgasm fantasizing about the three studs in my room.

At long last we were given a long weekend so I decided to go to Toronto. I packed up mostly jeans and t-shirts it was still fairly warm but also took my jacket. Off I went on the bus to Toronto. I first checked in at the local YMCA. My three roommates told me it was the cheapest place to stay and they even gave me directions. I checked in Friday night and went for supper in jeans and sweatshirt. I roamed around the downtown wondering where and how to find a gay bar. I had heard in the grape vine all the fags hung out a place called the St. Charles. I hated them saying fag but what could I do with out anyone finding out I was gay myself. I looked in the phone book finally and found the address of the St. Charles and off I went again. It was packed inside with long row of tables with seats on both sides. I walked up and down it was so dark in the tavern. Finally a guy about fifty said. “You looking for someplace to sit.”

I said, “Yes.” and sat in an empty chair across from the overweight balding man with brown eyes. He was wearing a light shirt and sweater over top of it. I could not see his pants because the table was in the way. He was friendly as he asked if I would like a beer. I said sure and he pushed over one of his at least half dozen drafts.

I took a big slurp and put the glass down. “Your first time in Toronto lad?” The man said in a British Accent. “By the way I’m Mac and you are?”

“Yes it is my first grip here and the name is Joey…” I answered and tried to smile as we shook hands.

Mac kept buying me beers for what seemed like hours and I was feeling no pain. It was getting late and he said he had to go and if I would like to go with him to his place. I declined his offer. “Would you at least let me blow you?” He finally asked and smiled at me. What could I say after all the beer he had bought for me, “Where?” I asked.

“There is the washroom in the cubical if you don’t mind.” Mac said smiling.

“Okay.” I answered and we headed to the washroom. Thank goodness no one was in the washroom and he led me to one of the stalls. I went in and he sat on the toilet seat. He undid my jeans and zipper and pushed them down to my knees along with my boxers. He licked his lips first and wow—he took my entire cock into his mouth. He messaged my balls at the same time. I wanted it to last and pushed him off because I could feel my juices rising from my balls. He messaged my inner thighs for a while and balls and said, “I’ve got to suck that cock some more.” He got down to sucking me again and I could hear him moaning around my cock as men came in and out of the washroom going to the urinal.

I suddenly said, “I’m going to shoot Mac. Take my cock out of your mouth.”

But instead he gobbled my cock down and I could not hold back and my cum filled balls shot up my cock and into Mac’s mouth. I looked as he swallowed every drop and kept sucking my cock. I pulled back finally because his sucking was irritating my now very sensitive cock head. I pulled my boxers and jeans up and listened to make sure no one was in the washroom and opened the door.

There was a guy at the urinal. He just looked up as Mac and I came out of the cubical as if it was an every day occurrence. Mac thanked me and walked back to our table. I simply thanked him and headed back to the Y.

Stay tuned because it was only the beginning of the weekend!

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