Gay Erotic Stories

1) Fucking the Enemy 2) A Friend of a Friend 3) Hot Winter Night with a Buzzcut Marine.

You don’t have to read them in order but you might like them better that way. Now on to the next one.

I met Dave at the start line of a 5K race in Venice Beach. It was springtime, about four months after my last great session with a hot young Marine. As usual I hadn’t had much luck meeting guys in my own conservative little beach town and I was itching for some action. I’d started running races in the winter, partly because I’m a good runner and liked the competition, but also because it got me out to different parts of LA a bit more and placed me dead center into a group of lean, athletic guys. I hadn’t made a connection yet but always had an eye out for possibilities. Then at the Venice run, waiting for the starting gun I found myself lined up next to a hot young stud with the absolutely sexiest pair of killer green eyes.

Dave looked to be a few years younger than me. Short brown hair and a crop of weekend stubble on his face; a tan, lean runner’s body that showed every taut muscle through his olive green Stussy tee and nylon shorts. And those beautiful clear green eyes. I wasn’t about to let this one get away. The officials were slow in getting the race going so while we waited I tried making some conversation, and to my surprise he responded with a few words and a warm smile. Nothing earth-shaking, but it was a start. We looked each other over for a brief moment—at 5’7 or 5’8 he was an inch or so taller than me but probably several pounds lighter; even though all the running had cut me down to about 145 lbs, I still had a body that showed the full effects of my six days a week in the gym—and as always, I was running shirtless. I noticed his eyes glancing down at my smooth ripped pecs and abs, and was hoping desperately that he liked classic clean-cut jock types with short dark hair and hazel eyes. Then the gun sounded, and he was off like a shot.

The course was flat, straight and fast. Dave instantly put some distance between us; I managed to keep him within reach but couldn’t close in. From my previous races I knew I could expect no more than twenty or thirty runners would finish ahead of me and eventually I’d pass most everyone who sprinted ahead out of the gate, but Dave showed every intention of being one of those twenty or thirty guys. We clicked off the first mile in under five and a half minutes and still I couldn’t reel him in. The second mile I found myself struggling to keep up, and the distance between us only grew. By the third mile I was lagging and he was out of sight.

At the finish line I looked around for him but Dave was nowhere to be seen. Damn it. I loitered at the tables where they were handing out bottles of water; still no sign. Finally I spotted him wandering around the advertising booths, stuffing a plastic bag with free samples of power bars, sports drinks and herbal teas. Every bone in my body was aching to put the moves on that kid but I didn’t want to come on too strong and scare him off. I wandered over casually, just minding my own business, until I worked my way up next to him.

“Hey—how’s it going?” I said it like he’d caught me by surprise, hoping I wasn’t being too stupidly obvious.

“Oh, hi!” he gave me a big smile that made me feel great. “How’d you do?”

“Uh, okay I guess, nothing spectacular. Do you know where they’re posting the results?”

“Over there I think, let’s go see…”

The results weren’t up yet so we hung out for a while, sitting on the grass in the sun, talking about running and a little life history. Dave was 23 and studying to be a chiropractor; he was still pretty new in town and outside of school and his part-time job hadn’t met many people yet. He was so easy to talk to and eager to hear what I had to say, it felt like we were really starting to warm up to each other. Then they brought out the sheets and tacked them to the boards. A group of runners crowded up to check out how they placed. Dave squeezed in, ran his finger down from the top of the page to find our names. That’s when I saw the ring.

Married. I was blindsided. That’s absolutely the last thing I expected of a hot young 23-year-old stud in LA.

We congratulated each other on our finishes—he’d taken third in his age group and I’d snagged second in mine, even though I came in almost a minute behind him. We decided to stick around until they handed out the medals. Till then we continued to get to know each other, trading stories about where we grew up and where we lived now. He seemed so friendly and so open but I didn’t have the heart to hit on him any more. I couldn’t be the guy who went around scamming on younger, married men. For all I knew he just wanted a regular guy to hang out with. So we collected our medals, and I told him I probably should be getting back down the coast.

We shook hands. He held mine firmly, for a long, long time, and gazed deep into my eyes with those killer greens. It couldn’t have been any plainer.

“What are you doing the rest of the day?” I asked.

“Well my wife’s working all day. I should study, but… I don’t feel like it…”

“Where are you parked?”

“I only live a mile and a half from here. I jogged over.”

“Want a ride home?”

“Yeah.”

The two of us piled into my car and grinned at each other as I fired up the engine. No need to be shy any more. He stroked my hand as I worked the gearshift, and once we were cruising down the street I moved my hand over and rubbed his thigh, running my fingers from his knee to the base of his balls. And as if we weren’t hot enough already, all the way down the street we kept telling each other how horny we were and how much we’d wanted each other from the first time our eyes met.

Inside his apartment the running shoes and shorts were off in a heartbeat. We stood looking each other over, eagerly devouring the sight of our naked bodies. His lean, tight runner’s physique was so god damn appealing—his tan, smooth skin, his rippled abs and ripped chest, the way his every movement could be traced along the muscles and tendons throughout his whole body just made me harder and harder. And then there was that beautiful cock, seven inches and thick, standing up straight and proud and glistening.

Without a word we came together, wrapped our arms around each other and kissed hungrily. We attacked each other with pure animal desire; the feeling passed through us from top to bottom like electricity. Our lips mashed together, tongues wrestling, torsos grinding against each other. I held him in my arms as tight as I’ve ever held anyone; his hard muscled body felt like he had an erection from head to toe. And I knew from his soft moans and his searching hands working over my muscular shoulders and back that he was enjoying my body just as much as I was enjoying his. We pushed our crotches together, cocks dueling. My muscular thighs rubbed against his. Maybe it was just because our nerve ends were so jangled and fatigued from the race, but I couldn’t remember another human body ever feeling so good against mine.

Through all my experiences with guys I’d always been the stud, the hotshot jock. In college I’d spread my cheeks for my roommate only twice and only out of a sense of fair play, and even then it was clear who was always top dog. I’d never given a thought to taking bottom for anyone since. But here was this stud who’d beaten me squarely in a flat-out race, who looked so hot I was weak in the knees, and who I’d gladly give up anything to for the asking. It only seemed natural he should keep on dominating me all day long.

“Dave,” I breathed into his ear, “Fuck me. Fuck my brains out. I want your cock in me so bad…”

Dave let out a deep soulful breath; there was no doubt he loved hearing those words. He kissed me again and then led me to the bedroom, stroking and squeezing my ass cheeks, both of us all smiles and hard cocks.

He pulled the sheets down and we dove in, wrestling and pawing each other playfully. Dave got a firm grip on my cock, drove his shoulder into my rib cage and pushed me down flat on my back. Then he started working on my nipples, pinching the left one while he bit and gnawed at the right. It drove me wild; I arched my back, threw my head back and moaned desperately. Dave just grinned and kept going.

His free hand ran over my abs, working his way down until his fingers were buried in my pubes. I held his head to my chest with one hand and stroked his back with the other. It was so fucking amazing looking over that tight jock’s body, feeling him rub against me with that ripped torso, those lean legs…my cock was aching and already leaking badly. Dave gripped my balls, stroking and playing with them in a way that made me squirm. He reached underneath my balls and massaged the region between my thighs, moved down farther… I felt his finger sliding along my ass crack, searching… and then finding my soft asshole, teasing it, probing and then slipping inside.

Oh God I was ready for that stud’s cock! I spread my legs wide, raised my knees, begged him to give me a good hard fucking. Dave lifted himself off of me, leaned in and kissed me again while he reached for something on the nightstand. Some kind of lotion or face cream of his wife’s I guess; it smelled kind of floral. He smiled at me and let me watch as he smeared it slowly over his hard cock. I was breathing hard, eagerly waiting for him to spear me with that hot meat.

Dave suddenly grabbed my legs under the knees and pushed forward, doubling me over and spreading my cheeks wide. He pressed his cock against me; I could feel his swollen head poking at my ready hole. I did my best to flex around him and let him in, and before long that thick greased meat was sliding slowly inside me—God! I couldn’t believe how great it felt! There was a little pain because my ass was so tight but it was easily overshadowed by the unbelievable sensation of that hot cock pushing deeper and deeper into me, and Dave’s lean muscular body grinding into mine. I moaned loudly as he started to pump me slow and easy, and Dave moaned deep and low right along with me. Our eyes locked. I loved seeing the look on his face as he fucked me, the pleasure and the strain. His cock was working my ass in ways I hadn’t even imagined, making me as hot and feeling as incredible as any sex I’d ever had. I realized this was my first time truly being fucked by a man—and as that thought hit home I blew my load, hard.

Hot cream gushed out of my cock, splattering my chest and abs in spurt after spurt as Dave fucked my ass, grinning and making deeply satisfied sounds. My whole body rocked with each fresh spasm, and the feeling of his cock pumping my ass as I shot my load made the pleasure all the more intense. The cream continued to flow and ooze out of my spent cock as my body fell slack and I lay panting on the bed.

Dave pulled out and gave me a minute to catch my breath, but he wasn’t near done with me yet. He gently prodded me to roll over onto my stomach—I was happy to comply—then mounted me again and began to fuck me from behind. It surprises me to say it but I felt so good with him on top of me, his strong arms holding mine down, his ripped chest and abs pressed to my back, his lean legs between my spread thighs, his hips plowing into my ass. He really showed me how much I enjoyed making a hot stud happy. I wanted nothing so bad as to make him cum in buckets. I groaned so loud he leaned in to my ear to ask softly if I was okay—but thankfully, he didn’t slow that strong pumping rhythm for a second.

“Oh Dave, yeah man, give it to me hard man, fuck me harder!”

That was all he needed to hear. Dave stepped up the pace and really started pounding my ass. His thick meat was torturing my prostate; my cock was hard again already and as he drove into me harder and harder I started to buck and thrash, moaning pitifully and loving every minute. It wasn’t long before I felt myself building up to cum again—I told him I was getting ready, and that really drove him over the edge. He was slamming me with all his strength when my load burst forth even more intensely than the first time and I shuddered and yelled out loud. And then I felt Dave’s body jerk, felt his cock throbbing and rocking inside me as he unleashed a flood of hot cream. I felt every wave of pleasure run through his tight body as he lay on top of me twitching and shaking.

Dave rolled off of me and we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed long and deep. I squeezed that stud’s body hard enough to crack ribs; I guess I wanted him to know what kind of a man just gave his ass up for him. He squeezed back hard and we wrestled in bed for a minute or two before settling down and holding each other close, both of us totally exhausted and deeply satisfied.

Eventually we climbed out of bed and showered together. Dave even made a quick breakfast for us. It seemed so domestic, for the first time since we’d left the race together I was reminded of that gold ring on his finger. I couldn’t help wondering what his wife would have done if she’d caught us together—and part of me wished she had. He walked me to the door, both of us a little awkward realizing this was probably our only time together.

“You studying this afternoon?” I asked.

“I’m taking a nap,” he said, then glanced back toward the bedroom with a laugh. “But before that, looks like I need to do a little laundry.”

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