Gay Erotic Stories

Jim had been up earlier, as had I. We’d had a wild night – well, no wilder than usual, but since it was Friday night and no work today, a few more times – of sex and play. When we’d gotten up in the We as usual we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and there was more, despite our sex-hungover states. We’d finally gotten some breakfast, determined that Perry was still asleep and dead to the world, and we’d decided we’d go back for a nap. A two and a half hour nap, as it turned out.

Jim must have felt me awake because he had just pulled my hand which was over him down to his very hard cock. Without hesitation I took a grip and started stroking it, my other hand which was on the arm under his head went to his right nipple. “Mmmmmmmmm,” was my audible reward, and Jim’s ass backing into my own hardon was another reward.

I didn’t move my body other than my one hand stroking Jim’s big hard cock and my other hand working his nipple. Jim on the other hand was working his ass against my cock and had twice barely missed skewering his still-cumslick fuckhole on it. And finally he did and shoved back HARD onto me with a loud “Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” and clenched his tight cuntmuscles around me. My own growl, as my very sore cock was enveloped and then gripped went on a bit longer than his from an “Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” into “FUCKIN AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Him pushing back onto me always made me crazy, and I started pounding that hole for real, driving in HARD and balls-deep. With strength I didn’t know I had I got my arm from under him and was up and had him on his back and his legs up and had SHOVED into him again and was slam-fucking him HARD.

“JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST!” he exclaimed. “Just fucking FUCK ME, Bill. Just fucking RUIN me!”

Such a sweet talker. Music to my thrusting hips and swinging nuts.

I did him that way, drilling him hard, both of us yelling, exclaiming, until I felt my own nuts start to pull up and knew that it wouldn’t be long before my balls would be unloading in the man of my dreams again. I moved his one leg the way I knew got his ass in a slightly different position, the one where my big horsecock not only rubs his prostate but slams into it with every thrust.

“Oh fucking Jesus YEAH,” he yelled. I pounded that way and felt his cunt muscles clench HARD around me about three seconds before my own exploded, and as I shouted and blasted another load into him, his cum sprayed his hairy chest, abs and one thick rope hit his cheek. I leaned down, both of us still shuddering, and licked the cumrope off his face with a long swipe of my tongue along his stubly jaw and cheek. “Mmmmmmmmm,” he purred and wrapped his arms tight around me and turned and kissed me deeply. We kissed each other deeply. And my cock wasn’t flagging one bit, still inside him, hot and soaked with our love juices.

We were kissing and grinding together, and he was hard as a rock between our abs, his cum-splattered fur slick between us with his load and our sweat. I started stroking my cock in and out of him clumsily in that position, and he struggled to meet my thrusts with a long, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” muffled by our now-hungry face-sucking.

I finally broke away from him, pulled out of him and shoved him roughly over on his stomach and entered him again to a loud, “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK,” from him. When I was balls-deep near the end of his yell, I felt that familiar ass-clench he does and yelled my own, “OH, GOD YES!” and went to town on his slimey hole, fucking it HARD and DEEP.

Jim fuckchute had to be as sore as my cock was, but it didn’t matter; we were going to finish this. He was shoving his ass back up into me meeting every thrust. As usual, the stench of our sex – sweat mixed with cum mixed with pheromones – was intoxicating and was stoking my fucking. I reached up roughly and grabbed the back of his head by his hair and yanked his head back to a loud “AAARRRRRGGGGHHH!” from him.

“You fucking want that fucking load, don’t you?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he panted.

“Come on show me you want it,” I taunted.

“FUCK ME GOD DAMMIT FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME COLONEL!”

And I did. I fucked him even harder, and he fucked back even harder, and finally I exploded in him when I felt his cunt spasming around my pounding cock, knowing he was letting another of his loads go. I fell on top of him, panting in his ear.

“God, Bill,” he said into the mattress, his torso heaving under me with his breathing.

“I can’t resist you, Jim.”

“You remember our vow, right?” he said, with a playful note to his voice through the panting.

I rolled off him and turned him sideways and pulled him to me until I was nose-to-nose with him, our eyes locked. “YOU remember what the final version was, right?”

“I do,” he said softly, his eyes smoldering the way that both makes me burn in my nuts and also makes my heart skip a beat.

I kissed him lightly and held him. “I want to go help Perry with the yard,” I said, surprising Jim.

“You what?”

I backed away enough for our eyes to meet. “I want to go out and help Perry with the yard. Then if he wants he can come to the gym with us.”

Perry, Jim’s nineteen-year-old son and younger clone, was home for summer from college. Jim gave Perry a few household responsibilities in return for his keep when he wasn’t in school. The yard was one of them. But Jim’s yard was huge – a few acres on the beach – and it was quite a job.

“It’s his JOB, Bill, as much as my firm is for me or your company is for you.”

“I get it, Jim, but that doesn’t mean that if I needed help you wouldn’t give it to me.”

Jim smiled, and his smiles melted me. “If I was a less secure – or less well-fucked – man, I’d be jealous of you and Perry,” he said, laughing.

“Oh, yeah, right. I’m really into twinks, and that day I saw you and picked you up at the picnic it wasn’t because I thought ‘that’s the finest piece of man-beef I’ve ever seen’. It was really because I could tell you had a hunky twink version of you at home and I thought, ‘if I fuck this dad hunk really good, he’ll let me move in and I can train to be super-fucker because dad-hunk will test the limits of my vlikeirility AND I can perv on the twink-hunk and work myself up to even higher levels of studhood than I already have’. There’s only one problem with it though.”

Jim was laughing, and his cummy, sweaty fur was tickling my chest as he did. “Sounds like a helluva setup to me!”

“Yeah, to the casual porn aficionado, sure it does. But to the trained observer, the flaw is obvious. Dad-hunk apparently has magic powers and has the Marine totally, completely,” I kissed him, “irrevocably under his spell.”

Jim was laughing but kissed me more and hugged me tight. “Come on, Billy, let’s go out and play!”

We showered quickly, one of the few times our shower didn’t turn to sex. It wasn’t easy for either of us, but we laughed through it and were in shorts and sneakers and outside in the muggy, already-sweltering heat ten or fifteen minutes later.

Perry was off in the distance with the big landscaper-class mower and saw us and waved. What a sight he was. Literally a younger clone of Jim, Perry was well built, hairy, tall and dark like his father. He was also in skimpy blue running shorts which were sweat soaked, and his big package – like his father’s also – bounced as he was walking behind the mower.

He saw us and waved enthusiastically, continuing his long swipe toward us with the mower. When he got even with us and saw us waiting for him he stopped. “Guess you two can finally disengage yourselves and keep your hands off each other long enough to come out of your bedroom, huh?” he said with a snarky smile.

It had been a week or two since I’d finally gotten over being mortified when he said stuff like that. He genuinely loved that his dad and I were together. In fact, he actually really liked me and showed it.

“Bill wants to help you with the yard, and then, if you want, you can hit the gym with us,” Jim said to Perry.

Perry’s eyes lit up. “For real?” he asked, looking my way.

“We both want to help you, Perry,” I said. “And yeah, if you want, you can hit the gym with us, but no obligation.”

“Dads, you ROCK!” he said enthusiastically, pumping his fist in the air.

I was no way worthy, but Perry always smiled when he lumped us together and included me in the “dads” thing, and I was working on getting used to it. It was way too soon, way too fast, but it was awesome – Jim, Perry, the whole thing – and I was going with it, going hard at it, giving it my Marine best.

We were done with the yard by about 1pm. We’d all three rinsed the sweat off ourselves in the outdoor beach/pool shower and dove into the pool to cool off. We’d horsed around together a while in the pool and then grabbed some energy bars, showered and hit the gym.

During the week I worked out at my company gym. Jim worked out at a commercial gym near his office. And Perry worked out in the gym at Jim’s country club, which is where we were.

All three of us were committed to our bodies, and I really enjoyed when Perry was with us working out on the weekend. OK, in truth, I really enjoyed when Perry was with us doing most anything. He was an awesome kid – yeah I’ve said that before! – and Jim obviously loved being around his son, and anything Jim loved made me happy.

We worked out hard, all of us doing arms/shoulders, abs and cardio. Like most nineteen year olds Perry was exceptionally lean, but his body was beautifully proportioned, and it wasn’t difficult to envision him when he was our age, a hunky muscular beefcake like his father. Perry was also verbal and aggressive like his dad and made a great spotter, taunting whichever of us as easily as he supported us. We returned the favor, and we all ended up exhausted in that incredible way you are after a great punishing workout when your body is buzzing.

We showered – and yes, Perry was hung like his father. I knew that already. I also knew that Perry was as comfortable in his skin as his father, as he casually chatted with men he knew - mostly friends of Jim's - in the lockers, both with his towel, without it, his big cock hanging proudly, and in various states of dressing. At nineteen he was one of the men, and I was proud for my lover that he had raised such a young man.

One of the hotter men in the lockers leaned in to me and said, "Like father, like son," and winked, when both Perry and Jim were naked after the showers. I was, too, and he gave me an appraising once-over as well and smiled more broadly when he met my gaze again. I'd met him and also his wife once and wondered. Being around men all my life, and always being in great shape and obviously well-hung, occasionally I'd been in situations like this where my gaydar's meter was confounded. Fortunately at this point it mattered little, as I had what I wanted, and I knew he was no threat to Jim and me. But I hoped he'd stay away from Perry!

After we were dressed we ate voraciously in the club’s coffee shop. Perry had been born to this world of rich man’s comforts, and he was comfortable with all of his dad’s friends whom we ran into. And this was Jim’s world. But I still felt like jarhead who’d accidentally fallen off a battlefield into polite society.

Perry was also comfortable saying, “You know my dad’s boyfriend, right? Colonel Cate? This is – “ I’d gotten over the brashness of his label for me, and I’d always been unbothered by the less tolerant members of society, so the ones whose reaction was less than inclusive didn’t faze me. But I was used to being less in-your-face about my sexuality than calling it out like that.

Jim and I had talked about it. He’d never brought a ‘boyfriend’ to a work function, never had him to his club, never hidden his sexuality but hadn’t had a relationship that got that far. Ours was a month old, but he said he knew from the first day that we were each other’s destined partners, and by now, a month into it, I had bought into it fully.

And there we sat, a modern family, as it were. I’d been to one of Jim’s office functions with him as his partner, and I’d been to this club several times with him. Jim’s co-workers almost universally like him, as evidenced in their friendliness to me and expressions of happiness for Jim finding me or for us finding each other. At this club, where the rich and powerful relaxed comfortably and guys like me squirmed inside while we tried to look comfortable.

“Anything else for you today, Mr. Ellis? Colonel Cate? Master Ellis?” the waiter asked, smiling at us. He was one of the better ones, one of the ones who treated me like the members. He also was gay, and maybe that’s why.

But it was nice even when it wasn’t that comfortable for me because I enjoyed being with Jim particularly. And I enjoyed being with Perry whenever we could get his attention from whatever and whoever occupied his seemingly endless energy.

A friend of Perry’s came by – one I’d met before who seemed as well-mannered as Perry – and asked him if he wanted to play tennis. Perry told him he was there with his “dads”. The friend seemed to understand nineteen-year-old speak and said he’d give him a ride home afterward, and Perry turned around to look at us, obviously wanting to do it. Jim laughed and said, “Go for it, son.” Perry knocked fists with both of us and then was gone.

We sat for a bit, looking out at the expansive lawn. “A really nice day, Bill,” Jim said to me. My heart flipped. “And Perry won’t be home for hours,” he said, wagging his eyebrows at me.

“Will you take a run on the beach with me, and when we get home let me lick the sweat off you?” I said, showing him my tongue.

“If he won’t, I will.” Our waiter’s voice behind us startled us. Jim and I both looked around at the waiter. And then we laughed.

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The vow Jim had proposed was: even if we break up, you’ll still fuck me. My counter-proposal was: let’s not break up. Jim agreed.