Gay Erotic Stories

After six years of marriage and three children, I met a man 25 years my senior. I was 30 yrs of age, he was 55. He was married 15 years with no children. We were both sports enthusiasts, both playing and as a fan. Our friendship started at the local bowling establishment, where he was lead-off man on my team of five man teams. I suggested that I pick him up on bowling night as I had to pass by his home, and I liked him very much from the first time I laid eyes on him. Our friendship blossomed from week to week by meeting for coffee on week-end mornings and talking sports and playing the horses with the local bookie. We went to baseball games together either to Fenway Park to see the Red Sox, or to Yankee Stadium. I liked to go to the men's room with him after drinking beer so I could get a glimpse of his cock. Since we were both married and supposedly straight, I didn't dare make a move on him even though I was always "horny" whenever I was near him. The first time I touched him in a sexual manner, was after a bowling banquet where he had too much to drink and needed help finding the key in his pants to open his back door. I always walked him to his door whenever I dropped him off. This particular night he couldn't find his key and asked if I could find it for him. So I put my hand into his pocket to get his keys, and while my hand was there, I felt around for his cock and balls. I wanted to see how big he was and the booze had removed any inhibitions I may ordinarily have had. Even though my friend was bombed, he asked me if I was a homosexual. I didn't answer the question, but just commenced to open his door for him and say goodnight. He never mentioned the incident anytime following that night. Two years later, on a hot August Saturday, we went golfing. We played 9 holes and headed for the club house for a beer. It was about noon and quite hot so we headed home after one beer. Two miles from home, we agreed to stop at the bowling alley bar for another beer. Now we both had to take a pee, so we went into the men's room together. That particular men's room had no urinals, and only one sit-down flush toilet, so we both stood very close and started urinating together with our cocks not more than 6 or 7 inches apart. Standing there watching him pee, and seeing his cock so close made me very horny, so before I put my cock back into my pants, I pushed it toward his cock and touched his cock-head with mine. He then rubbed his cock against mine. This action gave me an instant hard-on. Nothing else happened just then and we went back to the bar to finish our beer and head for home. Getting into the car, my cock was still hard and I wanted to keep his mind on what we had done in the men's room, so I suggested that he might be too old to get a hard-on like mine. His answer was "If you kissed it, it would get hard like that. I immediately drove to an isolated location just off a back road and hid the car behind an abandoned house. As I turned off the engine, I noticed my friend already had his shorts unzipped and his cock was standing stiff. I bent over and took his cock into my mouth and started and up and down motion taking his cock as deep into my throat as I could. Although I had never sucked on a man's cock before, I wanted this more than anything I had ever done in my life. After only 8 or 10 motions up and down, he started to say over and over "Thank You" -- "Thank You" -- "Thank You", and with each "Thank You", I could feel and taste cum squirting into my mouth. It seemed he had a pint of cum, because some went down my throat, and much more soaked his cock, balls, groin area, and his BVD shorts. I was never so excited in my life than at that moment. I took him home to his wife, said good afternoon and headed back to my home and my wife. I could not sleep that night and could think of nothing else the rest of the week-end. I arranged to see him again on the following Tuesday night. I had asked him if he could help me mover some boxes in my tax office. We were no sooner en-route to my tax office when I asked him if he remembered what we did Saturday. He said "Sure". I said "Would you like to try it again, he said "Sure" That started a steady hot affair that lasted to his death from a massive heart attack at age 73. Our love had lasted 10 + years. The year was 1979. I still miss him, and still have several pictures of him here in my study near my computer. I now have a live-in lover of four+ years, and we love each other very much, but nothing will ever replace the special love and feelings from my first experience with a man. Signed Ernie