Gay Erotic Stories

“I’ll be sitting out here when you get finished.” I said.

“No, come on in here, we can talk while I shower.” He said from the other side. I opened the door and immediately liked what I’d walked into; a hot, steamy, head-clearing bathroom, with the smell of a man showering. I felt such a hard urge to see him cleanse that body of his, but held off and just sat on the toilet seat. He said he’d been hoping to see me by day’s end, I said I had hoped the same about him. Then he asked for the bottle of shampoo on the shelf behind me. I got it, held it inside the shower curtain. He took it, then the curtain opened. There he stood before me, so wet, construction worker built and masculine. Those nice pecs with the bite-sized nipples, torso built so solid you could see it in his meaty ribs with every breath he took. Flat, smooth belly, and the just the right amount of dark brown hair surrounded his ingoing navel. I couldn’t help but stop the cast of my eyes down at that hard dick. He knew I wanted it, and after a quick gaze into my eyes, he eased those hips forward in full acknowledgment. Of course I slurped that cock in and sucked till it was throbbing, just like I had on every previous opportunity he’d given. But that one was different, for he was all in control. He leaned out of the shower stall while he pulled at my clothes.

“Get ‘em off!” He said, to have me back away and give a stare of surprise at the all out cockiness of his attitude. “Don’t stare, get your fucking clothes off and get in here. I’ve got something for you!”

I did as he ordered in seconds, then watched him watch my lean swimmers build get wet. I moaned appreciatively as his hand eased over my face, then down my torso to my lengthy rigidity. After a few strokes on it, he turned the water down and the showerhead slightly away from us. That’s when I got on my knees.

That meat was right in my mouth and I sucked with absolute greedy glee upon it while I slid hands over his chest, back and that fine ass. The water and his hands caressed their way over my head and face while he told me how good my mouth felt. How nice it was to finally have me there, in that shower with him. He told me how he’d wanted for some time to ask me to try it with him, but couldn’t. He furthered to say that day felt right for it to happen. Said he knew I was out and about, and figured I’d drop by to see him. I only groaned and gave his fine ass a firm squeeze for timing his feeling, and shower, so right. He spread his legs to lower his stance, tightened grip on my head of short, cropped black curls and fed me a few thorough thrusts. Then, before I could adjust after the necessary pause to swallow, he pulled out, stepped back, and gave me a quick wink then turned that manly ass to my face.

The moan that audibly escaped me was only the beginning. What rendered me fully awake was how my cock thumped against the mattress when I turned over. What had occurred in my dream was paramount in my mind as I rose for my 4 a.m. piss. I could still see his ass. Full, taut and tensed above me, my long fingers gripped, groped and pulled at the soft and lightly haired flesh. To spread those cheeks had revealed his hairy hole to my hungry eyes and tongue.

“Damn! Gotta stop thinking about him so I can piss!” I said to myself aloud and opened my eyes. There was more time to continue to dream about him, and the rest of the day stood as an opportunity to see and become a cocksucker for him.

Along came 10:30 am, and once I arrived at his place and knocked on the door, things began to look the way I like them. He was alone, to start. He stood behind the door to open it because he was wrapped in a robe, so I saw upon entry. I did nothing to retain the smile, quickly looked at what part of his chest and calves were exposed, and almost drooled as my tongue dragged across my lips. I couldn’t help but notice that his hair was shorter, but still accented that handsome and hair-shadowed face by being in the classic finger stir style that was he.

“We only worked a few hours today, so I got a shower when I got home, around eight thirty. It felt so good afterward; I fell asleep on the sofa before I knew it.” He said as we sat and began to talk. I noticed that though he pulled his robe a bit closer on one side, the other side had fallen and revealed most of his upper thigh. My urge quickly turned to seeing if that hot fucker wore anything under the robe. It had me in search over the table before me for a reason to kneel on the floor. I quickly found it in an adult catalog that held an interest for the both of us.

“What’s that about?” I asked and pointed at it. He picked it up and began to talk about what was inside that he liked.

As we looked through and talked about the contents, I stole more frequent and ever longer glances at the belt of the robe, which happened to hang right in his tool box. By the time we’d finished looking through the catalog, I noticed his movements had afforded me a full peek at his balls and their hairiness. Needless to say, my cock was on the rise. Satisfied with knowing his meat was commando, I moved back to sitting in the chair. That’s when I noticed that the robe had opened fully. But I didn’t get a full view of his goodies right away. I utilized my long legs and eased more toward the front of the chair while I continued to talk; he leaned back on the sofa as he stretched. That’s when I saw it, lying there so placidly flaccid and uncut against those hairy low-hangers. Once he saw my eyes cast down upon it, he pulled the robe a bit further open. And I certainly moved just off the chair cushion in getting that full gaze. Our equally dark brown eyes met for a second or so of gazing, then I watched his hand ease down his trim torso and make a comfort adjustment to his package. I could no longer maintain the heavy saliva behind my lips, and knelt my six-foot form between his muscular thighs.

For the need to smell his natural man scent, my first action was to sniff that dick. I moaned low when my nostrils got full of that goodness, and then licked over the thickness of the foreskin. He moaned deep, and that cock jumped, filled all the more with vital blood till it was hard and standing on its own. As I pushed the belt of the robe aside, I licked down the shaft to his balls. They rolled slowly in wanton appreciation of my oral action. One full lick over them and he was on the slide down the sofa to me, all the while hiking the robe higher above himself.

Without missing a stroke, he stood and removed his arms from the robe. Then he sat back down on it with those firm and hairy thighs spread. He filled my ears with all the deep passion calls I could stand while I slavered over his nuts, gripped, groped and caressed his thighs. Then, without warning, his hands got grip on my head, then moved my oral action to his throbbing dick.

Once my tongue touched the meatus, he released my head and continued the passion calls. I managed to slurp up and down the two and a half thickness of the shaft without moving the skin off the head. I licked up it, down it, all the way around it. Then I sucked it into my mouth and slowly swallowed all seven plus inches.

“Yeaah!” He whispered and slid one rough hand over my head. “Suck all that cock down you! Damn that feels so good!”

I was quick to suck breath through my nose and repeat that swallow; for I loved the rarity of hearing him speak what he wanted, and what made him feel good. After another few gulps down, he took that cock from me and stood.

“Come on!” He said gruffly, and headed for the stairs.

It was most difficult to refrain from simply diving atop him once he laid on the bed in that classic position; prone, eyes closed, thighs gaped just enough for me to get between. Hands folded behind that head of dark brown hair, just in wait for me to perform some oral act to stimulate him to action, it didn’t take but a second for me to give him something to go on. I lazed tongue across his flat and hair-laced stomach while assuming my favorite position between his thighs. Once I got to sucking that cock and he was writhing, pawing at my head of black curls and moaning, things began to fall into the pattern of a dream I’d had before.

I managed to still his motion, climbed a bit further up his tight body and lay my head in his belly. Once that cock was before my eyes, I used a single finger to roll the skin down then lazed my tongue over the head. All he had to do was moan to get me back on my knees, get to taking it into my mouth and down my throat as I dragged hands over his tight torso.

I slid fingers lightly over his nipples at first. But as my sucking momentum, and the volume of his moans built, my hands went harder. Gripped and grazed right hard over his pecs and shoulders. My hunger and love of using my tongue on him soon had me off his cock; I dragged tongue over his balls and points below. The hair that graced it, and the tightness of his perineum muscle kept me there for the longest time and lashing tongue with such ferocity, I began to growl opposite his every groan. He planted his feet firm on the mattress, lifted himself a bit higher, then everything changed.

Sure, I paused, but we both knew the action was inevitable. The longer I had to see him lying there like that; spread out before me with that look on his ruggedly handsome face. I knew what we wanted, and went to taste it. He sucked a long breath with the first lick; I immediately delved deeper and moaned ever louder. The compulsion that stemmed from the frequency of the dreams had taken its toll. That was my only opportunity to get it all, and get it all out. I knew I had no other choice but go for all he’d let me get. His calls and motions told me he thought he was getting the best end of the bargain, but I begged to differ. As much as I like to use my mouth on a man, I begged to differ.

I eased both hands up and over his trim and built torso as I ate. Loved every moan, groan and word of encouragement he put forth. It all just fed my frenzy, made me growl as I sought to crawl within him. Seemed he knew how much I wanted it. As though he’d felt it every time I’d dreamt about doing it, and knew that I woke with such a fierce erection at times I had no choice but beat off to recall at four in the morning. Not only do I dream in full color, but sensation as well sometimes. Everything my taste buds adored was exactly as it had been in the dreams. The hair surrounding my obsession was matted and out of the way. Leaving my prize fully exposed to feel my oral wrath. My mouth watered profusely for more with each fresh taste, and I gave that hot fucker every reason to let me have all I could handle.

“Ah, you got it man! That’s it!” He whispered. “Oh yeah you did it just like that!” I pulled back and waited for him to lift his head and have those dark eyes look into mine.

“So you already know I wanted it?” I asked to have him nod gingerly and grin. “How did you know?” I insisted.

“You already know.” He said and sent a Deja thrill through me, and left me no choice but go back to pleasing him.

The more and harder I happily lapped over his middle, the more he squirmed and murmured. On many of the groaned exhales, he fully relaxed and gave me temporary, but full access to himself. I went all out and hard at him, groaned loud while I pulled and pushed at his variably hairy flesh.

“It’s so good!” I heard him say then growl long and deep to finish the statement.

“Tell me you like it!” I told him after a fresh breath.

“Yeah, you know I always want to feel what you do to me!!” He whispered in a vocal depth that pulled a moan from me. “Yes give it to me like that, oh yeah!”

He first bucked and rose up to my face. Then hunkered down or went spread eagle to give me a better angle. Any position I wanted him to assume, he did; all for my enjoyably expert tongue to drive him to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Just when I thought he’d shoot his load over his stomach from jacking it so furiously, he seethed an inhale like I hadn’t heard, then eased away from me. Then, there was that look. B O Y was it a sign of change to come.

With a simple hand gesture, he changed my position to lying across the bed. I wagged my tongue out for his cock, not ten inches away. When he climbed atop and became the opposite digit in the 69, I felt my balls roll lustily. I continued my onslaught as he lowered his built torso down on my trim one. After feeding me a few throat strokes that lasted a bit, he pulled out. I looked to see why.

“Something wrong?” I asked to have him shake his head.

“What I’m gonna do, I’ve never done. But you’ve got me so hot I gotta do something to you.” He then rocked my world when he first licked over, then went somewhat down on my cock and ground his to my chest the entire time. I told myself to lay there, just hang on with the feel of his action, for a hint at his ability.

Then found myself reaching for his head within the first three sucks. The man could suck my nine by two and a half dick just the way I like to have it sucked. I followed his lead, slid hands over him and added an occasional slow but forceful rub over his ribs. The first few times he handled it and kept sucking. But within the following few, he shivered hard then released my cock to tell me how good my action felt.

“Did you enjoy sucking that cock?” I said speedily.

“It wasn’t so bad.” He replied as he lay on his back and once again assumed the position that gave me full access to him.

My oral skills soon had him writhing again. Doing all he could to sit up and use those thick fingers. To either slide them over my head or get grip on it and utilize it to pleasure his cock as he felt necessary.

“You suck it!” He said with a force I felt. “Get your mouth all over my dick! Oh yeah it feels so f u c k i n g good!”

While obeying him, I couldn’t help but think about that hot, delicious hole of his. In compensation of feeling it on the end of my tongue, I wet a finger and applied it to the fringe of that heat.

“Oh, yeah!” He said in staccato. “Do it man! Do it just like that!”

The more he called to me, the more I teased his hole by first easing the finger over it, then pulling it away and listening to him gasp and swallow hard. Then I began to tap the finger to his hole. Just hard enough to hear it slap, make it open up a bit, and keep him begging for me to shove it further.

“Yes! M a n that feels so good! Keep it up and you’re gonna make me shoot it to ya! Oh yes I’m gonna cum!

In full anticipation of watching that hot cum shooting over his construction toned torso, I slowed my piston-like sucking action to proficient leisure. Then increased the frequency with which I tapped the finger over his hole. His cock throbbed mightily a few times as he thrust with more force to me. His chest heaved hard, then he grunted really deep as the first blast of that always bulk quantity load shot forth and splashed just below his lightly whiskered chin.

I remained amazed, as I seemed to keep stroking and stroking out one heavy blast after another. Like every time we’d shared that heat, I couldn’t help but tell him how fucking amazing it was. He was covered right to his crotch patch, and it was thick as butter cream. All the while, he tried getting my finger in him before the deluge subsided. It popped in just past the first knuckle, he finished with a last blast that covered his navel, and then I released his cock. Freed up his hole and tensed my fingers to fists of restraint as I sat back on haunches and watched his chest heave as he regained breath.

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