Gay Erotic Stories

I am a married guy and had always identified as straight; star athlete, homecoming kin; all the fantasy things you see in the movies regarding the All-American male. Well, there was the incident at twelve years old at the sleep over where I convinced my eleven year old neighbor friend to show me his cock and to let me suck it. It was intriguing but I soon buried the experience and continued on my heterosexual journey. Typical. No complaints. I like women and love them naked. Years later, I allowed myself to fantasize about gay sex while masturbating and soon it became my main method of getting off. It was truly just a matter of time until I went to the next step and since then I have become fully versed in the ways of men. I maintain my marriage and I still enjoy sex with women, but the longer I do this, the more I feel I am gay and that it is who I truly am.

Married gay men who cannot or will not come out have it difficult. There is an overwhelming desire, no, need to be with men but we also have to stay down low and that makes it even more difficult to find partners. A lover would be nice, but we often settle for raw, potent sex without the long-term connection. So be it, a good fuck is like a salve to a burn, temporary relief but you need more salve. Bathhouses, craigslist, Grindr, all can help soothe and in some times that soothing is so good. I have joined websites and clubs all under my pseudonym Ben; part of a joke for bend over and of course this is just for my personal amusement. There was a men’s club in my hometown I frequented but it was often hit or miss as to the quality of men and sex that one would see there.

It was a Saturday night and somehow I had a ticket to get out of the house, so being the good down low gay male that I am, I had to figure a way to get fucked. I thought of a gay bar but instead opted for the clubhouse of the group City Men for Men. I knew at least there would be men looking for and ready for sex there. The club was in a suburban home in a suburban neighborhood, but once you opened the door the scene quickly changed. I opened the door and the beat of the music pulsed and I felt the excitement of imminent pleasure at hand. I signed the guest book…Ben Thar…and paid my entry fee and was given a towel. Some guys, regulars and club officers were sitting around watching porn. I went to the restroom to douche and shower. When I fuck I like to be squeaky clean. I cleaned up, towel down and headed into the foray of sexual activity.

It was around 11:00 pm so the players were playing…the room contained a sling, a St. Andrew’s cross, a fucking bench, couches, and chairs. A large guy was in the sling with someone sucking him; some others were making out and others stroking themselves and each other while the big screen had porn on and I was hoping to emulate what I saw. In the corner on a loveseat two guys were entwined, naked bodies pressed to when one looked up and recognized me and waived me over with a nod and wanton look. A roomful of naked men and I was getting hit on as soon as I walked in the door. I knew him but not by name; I had sucked him to completion several times and I knew his cock well…

I was naked except for a towel draped over my shoulder and partly covering my cock and bottles…a perception of modesty where there was none. I walked to the corner and the guy that had beckoned me let go of the cock he was sucking and took me in his mouth immediately. My cock went from flaccid to rock hard immediately. The other guy turned to look for the reason his cock had been spit out of a warm, wet mouth. He immediately grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. It was passionate, dominant. He licked my nipples and pulled them with his teeth. I had been engaged less than two minutes and I already felt that sexual high, the surrender, throwing away abandon and wanting to be taken. I sat on the couch and began to kiss the man that had been sucking me and stroking the other who was still standing. I love kissing and sucking and all the things gay men do together, the beard, the more aggressive kiss. He had a mustache and I loved the feel of it against my face. I turned to the friend that was standing and took him in my mouth, very slowly, working past his head down his shaft until his cum hole was hitting the back of my throat. I bobbed on him for a few minutes, maintaining a slow almost ritualistic rhythm; slow going down, until his head tickled my tonsils, then a firm sucking as I moved back to his head, spin my tongue around, lick the cum hole, taste the pre-cum and repeat. He was lost in bliss and so was I as our other partner sucked my nipples and played with my balls, roughly.

I stood up so he could have access to my cock and again began to make out…deeply, passionately. Soon we were in a ball on the couch, mouths kissing and tasting whatever was put in our way, naked bodies moving, like snakes in a pit. Others were near and watching with interest. I felt a hand on my ass and a finger exploring my hole, which I had previously lubed before entering the fray. It felt good and I wanted a cock to push its way into me but it would have to wait. The man who had called me over whispered in my ear that he was going to take a quick break and got up and left the room. My remaining friend and I curled up, touch and tasting. He was a great kisser, strong and manly, and had a nice thick cock. He spanked my ass and got up to get water and I moved over to the large man in the sling. I presented my cock and balls and he grabbed them and stroked me. I leaned over and took him in my mouth. I tried to maintain my purposeful attitude of slow, slow, slow, but I was excited and as boys will do when they are excited, I began to suck him like a race. Again someone had come up behind me and fingered me. I pushed against him opening my ass invitingly. I decided that I wanted to fuck more than I wanted to suck the guy in the sling so I moved on.

Near the sling on a side wall was a sturdy table that was about as high as a counter top. I moved there and stood for a moment when I noticed one to the men I had been engrossed with before return to the room and stand by the big guy in the sling. He was between his legs and looked like he was about to fuck him. I normally don’t act the clock block role, but I was piqued and wanted a cock inside me badly. I slightly bent over leaning on the table, looked over my shoulder and gave a not so sly look. He was staring at my full ass and then looked up to see I was staring at him. He smiled and left the sling and came over to me. He placed his hands on my round cheeks and squeezed, one hand reached between my legs and grabbed my cock and as he pulled away, he finger began to play with my pussy hole. I moaned low and longingly. His right hand was on my shoulder and I was standing slightly bent over. I felt his cock push against my cheeks and him almost spanking me with it. I looked back over my shoulder and he leaned in and kissed me. I could feel the head of his penis searching for my sweet spot as he kissed me. Then a slight push and his head entered through my outer sphincter, then another and the wonderful pop that told me he was inside me.

My body quivered and he continued his kiss as he pushed deeper. I stood and leaned back into him, feeling his chest on my back and his tongue dance with mine. His hands wandered my body, toying with my nipples as he slowly moved in and out of me. I bent over and clutched the table while make animal noises that I wasn’t even sure were emanating from my body. I was in space, floating. Both hands were on my hips, guiding my movement and he fucked me. I wanted him deeper and faster, I wanted to be his. I noticed someone standing near me watching. It was the guy who had called me over in the beginning of this tryst, but now he was dressed. I stood up and my fucker buried his face in my neck while he pulled on my nipples. My clothed friend then leaned in and kissed me. I innately reached and grabbed his cock with my hand while I tightened my asshole to make my pussy contract on the fucker’s fuck stick. My clothed friend stepped back and stripped, again. He climbed on the table that I was again clutching for balance and presented his erection to me. I eagerly took him in my mouth. It was heavenly, one in the front and one in my rear. I sucked him and his hands roamed my skin. My two spit roasters leaned over my body and kissed. I sucked him as though he were the last cock on earth, deep and strong. My fucker was turned on by the scene playing out in front of him and began to ravage my pussy ferociously. It was beautiful porn, if only there had been a camera!

I was moaning and asking him to fuck me harder deeper, in between deep plunges on the sword I Old Faithful, he spurted into my throat, then my face, then back in my mouth…His cock and body went limp but I had to please the cock in my ass too…I stood partial and turned only to be ravenously kissed, exchanging some cum between my mouth and his. He was fucking me hard, his arm wrapped around my torso feeling my tits, and the other pulling my balls, then my cock. I felt like I was going to explode just when I heard him moan, low and from his gut. “I am cumming inside you…” I felt his body spasm and his gooey warmth against my walls. He continued to fuck me and squeeze my cock. Then he released and held my hips and jammed himself as deeply as he could. I felt the strength of his orgasm inside me and as I felt his cum stream down my leg I lost complete control and shot my load onto the floor and table, without my cock even being stroked. He held me and I felt his cock soften and exit my tunnel. He turned me around and held me while the friend who had cum in my mouth held me from the other side. I was in bliss, full of cum and I felt sated having provided love and cum to two men.