Gay Erotic Stories

The day after I submitted my previous story, I went back to that same pool in Lagos, Nigeria, for a swim, this time without any ulterior motives. There were between 10 and 15 people in the pool but no one that interested me, so to speak. As I was doing my laps from one end of the pool to the other, I heard a loud splash behind me, which was followed by a wave that could have matched those at any beach. I turned around and I saw this beautiful black man. He was say, 50 years old and from his shoulders, I could tell that he was a little chubby. What struck me about him though was his smile. It was so sexy it made me hard, and as it formed, it revealed the whitest and most perfectly formed set of teeth. It was at that moment that I said to myself, "I've got to get me some of that." I then hung around him waiting...hoping for the slightest opportunity to go over to him. After a while, now I'm not sure if this really happened or if it was my mind playing games with me, but I noticed hat he began to steal glances at me and, as time progressed, his boldness increased until he was actually staring at me. This made me a little uncomfortable of course, but I was loving every minute of it. He swam towards me and introduced himself but that was quite useless to me. I don't think I even heard his name right. He then told me that he was a sex-toys salesman and I looked like the sort of person who would be interested in his products. I asked him what he had and after he listed them out, I asked if he had any products for male masturbation. He said he did and then he described one that was his personal favorite. Honestly, I found him an absolute bore but I had to endure all that trash since I wanted something. When he said he used the contraption on a regular basis, I wondered (aloud) why, since he had told me earlier that he was married with a 19-year-old son. He replied saying that he didn't really like sex with women; he preferred masturbation. You see I love Lagos. No other Nigerian city could you ever find men so open about their sex lives regardless of their preferences. Sorry for that interruption but I needed to let you know this just in case you are visiting Nigeria. (Contact me at :rexrimmer7@yahoo.com) Back to my story. I told him rather willingly that I too was all for masturbation especially as you couldn't trust females. He agreed. Then I commented on his good looks and told him that I was sure girls would love to fuck him any day. Flattery has always worked for me. "Do you have a big dick?" I asked. "I don't have anything to compare it with," he replied. "May I touch it?" "Feel free." Without further ado, I reached for it under water making sure no one knew what was going on. He was hard as steel...oh, and he was huge down there. I'm not sure if this happens to all gay men, but each time I touch a hard dick my whole body quivers. I carefully untied the ropes of his trunks after which I asked him if he minded. "I said, ‘FEEL FREE’," was his answer. That was all I needed to hear. I dipped my hands into his trunks and pulled out his daddy: Heaven. I began to jerk it and he loved it. He began to moan but I reminded him that we were not alone so he hushed up a bit but I could still hear him. By this time he had already grabbed my throbbing cock and was rubbing me all the way to my balls. Looking back at it rationally I realize that someone must have suspected that something was going on. I jerked his prick and tickled his balls so good that believe it or not, he came. I'm sure because I felt it, plus he let out a barely audible but unmistakable orgasmic cry. It was terrific. He thanked me (I can't think why) and then politely told me that he needed to get out of the water before he drowned. He got out, I followed, but to my own booth not his. I got dressed, said goodbye and left. I haven't seen him since but then it’s only been 4 days. I'll go back for a swim this Saturday. Hope he's there. But if he's not, someone else will. Maybe I'll tell you about it.