Gay Erotic Stories

I probably starred longer than most and he had noticed. I couldn’t help myself. Running shirtless in the park, well-tanned, with a great physique, I’m certain he had gotten many stares. Besides, I’m a sucker for five o’clock shadow in the morning. I had never seen him around before so I figured he must be new to the area. A few minutes later I had all forgotten about him, my attention diverted by glimpses of sprinting flesh along the route back to my place. I had covered quite the distance in my run and had decided to stretch outdoors before heading inside to shower. Normally I would have gone indoors right away, but the summer’s breeze felt great on the skin.

I bent down to stretch for only second, and when I looked up the recipient of my leering gaze stood on the other side of the street. Like me, it seems he had come to the end of his run and had begun to stretch outside of what appeared to be his apartment building. This time he initiated eye contact and I stared back. He broke his gaze with a smile and changed positions for a different stretch. As we stretched, we exchanged glances. From my angle I could make out thick, muscular calves and an incredible ass that pulled at the fabric of his shorts as he extended his legs. Short dark hair covered his pecs, narrowing at the center and running downwards towards his groin.

His routine now complete, he stood upright once again and winked in my direction. He could tell I had been watching him stretch intently. If only I could have seen my face standing there as I did debating my next step. While I contemplated just that, he looked up and down the block to make certain we were not in shared company. Sensing the coast was clear, he returned his gaze to me once again and shoved a hand down the waistband of his shorts. With the toss of his head, he motioned me toward his front door. I stood dumbfounded. It seemed my new neighbor was inviting me to a housewarming party.

Not one to pass up attractive invitations, I crossed the street. As I did so, my new neighbor made for the door to his apartment building. Opening it, he crossed into the entryway and waited for me to enter as he held the door open. Not sure whether to enter quietly or to extend a hand of greeting, I took a deep breath and opted to keep on the silent side. Besides, eye contact alone appeared to have served me just fine. The door closed behind me. He stood only a few inches taller than me but looked down as though he were a giant. For a few seconds, he gazed at me like a piece of meat before grabbing my hips to make for a firm kiss against the wall of his entryway. I melted to his touch.

Realizing that I was most certainly in on any fun to be had, he withdrew from our all too brief kiss with a smile. I could see a tent growing in his shorts. In a swift movement, he grabbed me by the arm and motioned for me to follow him upstairs.

We entered his apartment still silent. With the door closed, he reached in to kiss me once again taking my face in one hand and cupping my ass with the other. He made to take off my shirt. As it moved over my nose, I realized then how much I reeked of sweat. Facing him once again, I realized he was no different. The smell was intoxicating. I moved my tongue to his nipples and a moan escaped his lips. Working my way down his chest, I swirled my tongue across his abs. Taking his waistband with my teeth, I dragged his running shorts downward stopping only once his dicked popped out of its holster to slap me on the forehead. He was thicker than I had imagined. When I devoured his cock, I could taste a manly mix of sweat and precum that was all his own. He let out a deeper moan than before as his hips began to pulse in perfect rhythm with my lips. After a few minutes of working this stud, I moved down his shaft with my tongue and lowered his shorts still further releasing two enormous balls. With my head buried in his sac and one hand working his prick, I looked up to see him gazing back.

A minute later, he led me to the living room where he motioned for me to sit on his couch. Not as sweaty as before, but still quite a mess, he stripped off his shorts. I took the cue to quit mine as well. Still without a word between us, it seems he had read my mind and kneeled to work over my groin. With a hand behind his neck, I guided him to all my favorite spots. Without a cue he managed to find the last one all by himself. The sweat from my ass worked like lube and a finger slid deep into me. I gasped in delight watching this stud suck my dick with his finger up my ass. Along came a second finger and another gasp. His joints were enormous and I could feel them kneading my sphincter like lumps of dough. A few minutes passed and I was led to his bed where I was directed to lay face down, my legs hanging over the foot of the bed. It was clear I was going to play the part of bottom. Again he entered me with his fingers driving me insane. Again, he withdrew.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, as he made for the bathroom. When he returned, he carried a bottle of lube and condoms. Swinging between his thighs, his dick stood at full attention and was leaking like a faucet. Next came the snap of latex and the cold application of lube to my willing hole.

Overwhelmed by the scenario, I offered him no resistance. He entered me with confidence and my hole stretched to accommodate him. He felt enormous inside and yet I wanted him deeper still. As he began to thrust the bed slammed against the wall. His tool was buried deep inside and tearing at my ass. It felt amazing. His hand smacked by sweaty ass with a load snap and I cried out in ecstasy. With my face buried in his mattress, he pummeled me for what seemed like hours. Pulling out, he motioned for me to turn around. Having raised one of my legs, he shoved his dick inside me once again and placed one hand atop my chest to hold me down, the other tugging at my prick. As he began to fuck me harder than before, his sweaty low-hangers started to slap ass, adding a regular background beat to our mutual grunts and moans of pleasure. My other leg moved about searching for something to steady myself, its toes curling with each thrust. I was in heaven. A few seconds later, I lost control and ropes of cum shot upwards. My assailant pulled out and showered me in cum.

“Fuck yeah!” he shouted shaking uncontrollably. Spent, he collapsed on top of me, our combined sweat and other bodily fluids binding us together like glue. He made to kiss me and did not draw away for minutes.

Breaking his kiss, he looked at me and said “That was amazing! Running always makes me horny. You wouldn’t happen to have an interest in a running buddy would you?”

“What do you say we talk it over in the shower,” I responded.

He smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”