Gay Erotic Stories

“It’s almost 4:30,” said Paul, shaking me out of my slumber: I was still in his arms with my head resting on his chest. I tilted my head back to place a kiss on those tender lips. Returning my kiss, he pushes his tongue deep into my mouth, my taste buds tingle and a totally new feeling takes over. It’s how he tastes: unbelievably sweet, yet musky in a manly way. I run my tongue across his to refresh the flavour, only this time it’s different: fresh and clean like running water. What feelings are these when just a kiss sends me over the edge? He pulls back, takes hold of my head with his hands, looks into my eyes and says, “I’ve been awake for over an hour listening to your gentle breathing and taking in your sweet smelling body odour.” Then he turns over, positions himself between my legs, lifting them over his shoulders, and starts pushing his tongue into my love tunnel. The sensation sends quivers through my body. I reach down to push his head deeper into me. This is all too much: my dick is rock hard and my emotions are all over the place. Sykie is barking outside the bedroom door. Paul allows me to get out of bed, leaving him there naked. I kiss Paul on the cheek, walk over and open the bedroom door: my cleaning lady, Christine, is standing at the door holding Sykie, who is still barking like mad. Christine looks at me; then her eyes scan me from top to bottom. I realise I’m standing there stark naked, sporting a full hard-on. She puts Sykie down, and turns around saying, “Sorry to bother you,” as she retreats down the hall. Sykie makes a beeline for the bed and Paul, showering him with doggy kisses. I return and sit on the edge of the bed, pulling Paul into my arms. “Sorry about that! I forgot that my cleaning lady comes between 5 and 6 three days a week, and today must be her day! I think she knows I’m gay: I’ve never had any girls around, and our old cleaner knew. This one has only been working here 4 months. She’s a good cleaner, so I don’t want to lose her. I hope seeing me nude, fully erect and having a beautiful young man in my bed doesn’t put her off! I’ll apologise later.” “Much later,” said Paul, pulling me back onto the bed, repositioning himself. This time the tip of his dick, and not his tongue, is resting against my man pussy. Sykie took the hint and went to his bed in the corner. I push against Paul; he returns the same pressure, entering me so gently there is no pain: just pure pleasure and the feeling of fulfillment. We rode together. Being synchronized is our one goal: to climax together. We are kissing and holding each other. As Paul’s long strokes make their way down into my butt, I begin to moan. He begins to press even deeper into me and I respond by lifting my hips to meet his onslaught. I feel his body tense; a shudder is transmitted through our bodies. I feel him expand deep inside me, then volley after volley of his hot man juice fills my ass; my own eruption is taking place. Loads of cum shoot up to my chin; we eagerly taste it. More falls on my chest and belly. It’s unbelievable: I’ve never cum without masturbating before; this is a new experience. I haven’t just been “shagged”: I have been made love to for the first time in my life. By the most considerate and loving person I’ve ever met. Why I’ve had to wait until I’m past my prime to experience true love, I don’t know. But there it is. Paul slowly slips out of me, lowering my legs and rolling onto his side. He then whispers in my ear, “I want you to make me the happiest person in the world: Peter, take me now. Please, please!” I’m exhausted, elated, excited and afraid: I might not meet Paul’s expectations. I have not been a top for over 14 years. I might not be gentle enough or whatever enough? What am I thinking? I’m in love with him and I do want him. For the first time in many years he makes me feel whole, and I want to be a top for him; I’m prepared to do and be anything for him. I lean over and kiss him on the lips. He responds, returning my kiss saying, “I know it will hurt a little, you’re so big, but giving me pain will also give me the pleasure of knowing how much you love me.” I reach for the lube, but first I use my tongue, then my two fingers, to gain access to the place of my desire. I take my time then put my knob at his entrance. He’s pulsating, inviting me in. I push; there is such resistance, then plop: I’m in. Paul takes in a deep breath. I feel the tension: he’s in pain. I stop. He pushes back, telling me in unspoken words to continue. My progress was slow, pushing into my lover so as not to cause him pain. Finally my pubic hair rested against his ass cheeks. I started to pump slowly at first; then, increasing in speed and force, the power that seemed to come from nowhere took over. Paul was saying, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Faster! Deeper! Hoooooooooooooo I’mmmmmmmm cuummming!” He shot his load over my face and chest, and over himself. The force of his ejaculation sent me over the top: my dick expanded in his love hole and my spunk filled him to overflowing. It was leaking past my dick and running down his ass crack onto the bed. Exhausted, we collapsed into each other’s arms. A knock at the door brought us back to reality. I slipped on my dressing robe, went to the door and opened it. Christine was waiting across the hall: she must have heard us, we were making a lot of noise. “Sorry to bother you,” she said. “I’ve finished. Do you want me to come back tomorrow?” “No,” I replied, “take tomorrow off by all means. Good night.” I stand there; she looks back and smiles. She knows what we were up to. So what? It’s my house and my lover. Sykie runs out of the bedroom and down the stairs: he is off for food. Going back into our room, the clock says it’s 7:45: we’ve been at it since just after 4:30. I walk over to the bed and pull Paul to his feet. “Let’s get dressed and take the dog for a walk. Then we will have a take away and talk about our future.” He kisses me and I kiss him back. “Okay,” he says. A New Beginning (The Future) Part 3: Paul’s brothers find out he’s gay. And for the second time I’m in hospital, this time his father puts me there. If you have any comments or would like a chat e-mail me p_hanmer@hotmail.com