Gay Erotic Stories

I was vacationing at an all male resort in the California desert, privately stewing in disappointment, my expectations having been dashed. The place was not at all what I had envisioned in my mind, or my fantasies, and I was silently thinking that this trip was one gigantic mistake. Not that the accommodations were lacking, on the contrary, the place was a magnificent oasis of tropical foliage and sparkling water. There was a bubbling brook, an inviting hot tub, and the room was well equipped in fag chic splendor. I was disappointed at the lacking of other guests. Now I'm not a drop dead, gorgeous Adonis, but I wanted to be surrounded by tanned, muscle boys with super large cocks. I had fantasized for months about this trip, and dammit I wanted to see some of the men of my dreams come to life. There were no studs gliding silently through the cerulean blue water. There were no beefy guys rubbing sun screen into their brown skin. All my dreams and lusty visions came crashing down around my Birkenstock sandals. The villa's host was a three-hundred pound effeminate handy man with a Nell Carter hairdo and costume jewelry who surreptitiously broke out in Barbra Streisand song. As he carried my luggage to my room he gushed about the upcoming Pride weekend. His primary concern was adding the finishing touches to a float for the parade. He was nice and very friendly, but I was saddened by the lack of dick around the pool. After putting away my belongings, I decided at the very least I would leave this place with a gorgeous tan. I went out to the pool and stripped out of my shorts. I hadn't been there long when the side gate opened and two guys walked into the complex. One was about 5'7", fortyish, with a receding hairline. The other man was considerably taller, just slightly on the plump side, with curly dark hair which clung to his forehead in tight ringlets. They smiled as they passed and disappeared into one of the studios behind me. I must have dozed off for a few minutes because a splash startled me. I sat upright and saw the dark haired guy swimming across the length of the pool. His partner was seated across the water, and he smiled at me. They were both wearing swim suits, and I suddenly felt out of place by my nudity. I wrapped my towel around my waist and disappeared into my bungalow. I peeked through the blinds to watch them, but they quickly proved uninteresting. I was awakened from a sexy dream by a loud rapping at my door. I adjusted the stiff dick in my shorts and opened the door. It was the hefty houseboy holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. "Care to join us for Bob's birthday?" he asked, clinking the glasses. He shoved the bottle in my face as if seeking my approval of the label. "Today's his birthday, and we're throwing him a party on the patio." "No, thank you," I said, attempting to close the door. I guess I was eager to get back to doing nothing. "Oh, come on," he pleaded, waving the glasses about. "It'll be fun. I promise." Deciding what the hell, I agreed to join them on the patio. The sun was quickly fading from the sky and cast a brilliant orange illumination on the surroundings. There were streamers and balloons hanging from the gazebo and a crudely made sign proclaiming the special event. I took my seat at the table and quickly downed my first glass of champagne. "Ooh, somebody wants to get drunk," the host giggled, quickly refilling my glass. Birthday Bob introduced himself and his dark haired companion. Adam smiled warmly at me and shook my hand firmly. We were soon joined by two others whom I had not yet met. Introductions were quickly made. One was the houseboy's lover; the other was another guest named Robbie. Robbie was wearing tight short-shorts and a Calvin Klein tank top and combat boots. He was a little too swishy for my taste, but Adam's dark eyes bearing down on me quickly got my attention in more than one place. Bob, the birthday boy, and Adam were vacationing from Vancouver. They liked the desert climate because the winters weren't as mild in British Columbia. Bob babbled endlessly and enthusiastically, getting more and more drunk by the second. Adam kept refilling his glass and making glances at me from across the table. I was keeping up with Bob glass for glass, and the champagne was giving me a wonderful buzz . After some time, we all ended up naked in the hot tub. Gazing up at the brilliant desert stars, we laughed and chatted about a variety of subjects ranging from the finer points of cinema verité to how age is the worst thing in gay culture. I continued to drink, long after Bob started nodding off, and Adam quietly excused themselves to escort his drunk lover to their room. One by one everyone began to call it a night until I was the only one left in the jetting waters of the hot tub. I poured myself another glass of champagne and stared up at the desert sky. Suddenly Adam reappeared and submerged himself in the water. "He's out like a light," he grinned, positioning his back against one of the forceful jets. "He can't hold his liquor." I laughed drunkenly, rapidly becoming light headed from the alcohol and hot water, and I sat my glass on the edge. At this point, I decided, I had more than enough. We chatted for a long while about nothing in particular until the timer expired on the tub and the water came to an abrupt still. Adam pulled himself out of the tub and walked to the timer switch. When he turned around his cock was semi hard, jutting out from a thick bush of black pubic hair. I pretended not to notice as he climbed back into the water. I began rolling my head around and massaging the muscles in my neck. The sobering realization of Adam's arousal suddenly make me feel very awkward. After all, his lover was passed out just down the courtyard. But at the same time I was getting extremely turned on by this hairy hunk next to me. As if reading my mind, Adam said: "Here. Let me do that for you." He slid across the tub behind me and began massaging the tired muscles in my neck and shoulders. His giant hands were strong and felt good on my skin, and my dick quickly responded underneath the water. He pulled me back against his hairy chest, and his erect penis pressed against the small of my back. He continued rubbing the back of my neck with his right hand while his left hand reached around and began caressing my chest. I lay back against his chest, his tongue snaking in my ear, and his left hand wrapped around my swollen member and gently squeezed it. I reached behind me and fondled his dick and balls, and our mouths came together in a sweet kiss. I sucked on his tongue as it forced its way down my throat. Soon we were in a lover's embrace, our hard dicks rubbing against one another, and I squeezed his ass in my hands. "What about Bob?" I gasped, continuing to masturbate him under water. "I'm being a bad boy. He's asleep." He was a bad boy in the hot tub. After plying his significant other with birthday champagne and seeing him off to a drunken slumber, he was seducing another man. And a complete stranger at that. "Sit up on the side for a minute," he said, helping to hoist me onto the edge of the tub. My dick was now level with his face, and Adam took it into his mouth in one quick motion. I grabbed the back of his head, digging my fingers into the curly black hair, and waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I wouldn't last much longer if he continued to suck, but abruptly he pulled away and began backing out of the hot tub. "I'm sorry to get you all worked up," he said, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. His swollen dick tented the cotton fabric. "But I'd better go. Meet me here tomorrow night at the same time." What the fuck? I sat there, my dick dripping pre cum, feeling rejected and cast aside. Was he hurrying back to his room to ravage his sleeping partner? Would it be my face he saw as he buried his dick in the hole of another? Was jerking off to thoughts of what our session might have been be my consolation? Robbie suddenly appeared at the water's edge, naked and holding a towel. "Care if I join you?" he asked. "I'd rather go fuck," I said, standing and escorting him inside my room. I pushed him to his knees and he began to go to work on my cock. I opened the blinds hoping Adam was watching from across the courtyard. Robbie obediently sucked my shaft as I thrust it into his mouth. "Eat my ass," I demanded, kneeling over the bed and spreading the cheeks of my butt. Immediately his tongue found my hairy crack. Watch this, Adam, I thought as I ground my ass against Robbie's tongue. The wet warmth felt incredibly good up there. Without another word, I threw Robbie onto the bed and slathered lube on his asshole. After rolling a complimentary condom over my dick, I rammed it in Robbie's hole. He squealed as I fucked him hard and fast. Like a piston, my cock penetrated him. I was taking my frustration out on the boy, but at the moment it felt incredibly good. He grunted and groaned as my nuts slapped against his ass; he begged me to fuck him harder, and I was more than willing to oblige. By the time Robbie shoved a finger up my ass, I emptied my nuts in violent spasms. I jerked him off roughly, marveling at the intensity of his orgasm and showering cum. The next night, Adam rapped lightly on my door. I didn't answer. I left him soaking alone in the hot tub and went to bed. After that, I never saw Adam again. I guess he and his lover returned to Vancouver. I still think about Adam from time to time and what might have been. I don't know if he saw me and Robbie that evening, but I'd like to think he did. I still return to the desert a few times each year hoping one day our paths will cross again. Maybe someday we will have the chance to finish what was started that evening at The Resort.