Gay Erotic Stories

I had a really good feeling that there was going to be some guy there on that relatively warm winter morning, willing to experience the suck lust I harbored and was willing to unleash on their cock. No more than five minutes in, I noticed that the door to the giving room was closed, but the receiving door was open. I followed my hunger and investigated, letting the coin fall as I closed the door. Even before the screen lit up the space I was peering through the open square between us.

Within seconds I saw a tattoo on an arm, then the rest of the scene unfolded before me. There were two guys in the room, one sitting, the other was kneeling and sucking on what looked to be a nice piece of cock flesh. I had to let time and the cocksucker’s movements prove my thought right or wrong, and it didn’t take but a few seconds before the answer was throbbing before my greedy brown eyes. I first motioned for the guy to ease the cock through to me, but just as the current cocksucker eased a hand between his hairy thighs, which made him hesitate.

“Slide that cock on over here! Let me suck down on it for ya!” I whispered salaciously. The current cocksucker backed off as the tattooed man stood and eased that cock right through that open square between us and into my waiting mouth. The current cocksucker in with him began to goad me on, and I only ate his every lusty word with every inch of the cock being fed me. Within not many thrusts and only one swallow, the thick cock was removed from my lips, and then the face of its owner appeared before the open square between us.

“Is that you, Mike!?” The words fell from his mouth and went through me like ice water as I wondered who it could be.

“Yes.” I answered with obvious caution.

“You need to come over here.” He said with a smile. I followed my horniness and agreed, yet felt slight apprehensive wonder as to the person. Nonetheless, the time on the coin ended and I exited my room, turned the corner in a single step and then watched as the door opened.

I stepped in and felt a searing surge course through my six-foot standing as I looked over the guy who had invited me into his fun. He was five foot eight inches tall, dark hair and hazel eyes that were blazing with man-fuck energy. As I stared over his construction work muscular and toned body, I felt my cock throb hard and my knees weaken as I stared over all of his practically nude and lightly tanned form. It was then that I paid attention from the corner of my eye to the guy who had been his cocksucker. He and I possess a bone of color contention between us, and as he pulled up his pants and prepared to exit, I managed to find some type of restraint.

“Good, you shouldn’t be here with someone as black as me.” I said with relative calm as he exited and practically spit as he shoved the door closed.

I explained the contention to the tattoo guy and his wondering stare as I went to my knees to continue where I’d left off. He only agreed to everything I said, and proceeded to ease that cock back between my lips. In my eagerness, I had neglected to show my cock, but the tattooed stud helped me do just that, while I kept on sucking him. No sooner than my cock was in the light, I lost his and he was trading me position places. His mouth…oh his mouth was something I felt was familiar to my throbbing nine inches. His skill and hunger felt like something I recognized, but it had been a while since I’d experienced it. I stared down at his seven-inch cock throbbing between his thick thighs while he slobbered over mine and I played with my nipples. Wishing all the while I could be giving it mutual and equal time. When my turn came, I had a slight surprise for him.

“I’d like to bring a buddy in!” I said as I went back to servicing his throbber.

“Oh yeah!” He said eagerly as I eased his cock down my throat.

“Yeah, I’ll stand him on the bench and suck his cock while you suck mine!”

“Go get him!” He said to my surprise.

“If I can let go of this cock long enough!” I said and slurped it back into my mouth, swallowed and held it till he forced me to give it up by backing one step away. Just after I did give it up, and then prepared to go back for more, the receiving door opened and there happened to appear my curly haired and bespectacled buddy. He peered through with a welcoming grin; I smiled wide and licked the cock before me.

“Come on over here and you can have some too!” I whispered through the open square between us, to have him vacate the room immediately.

The tattoo stud knelt before me; my buddy climbed right up on that bench, removed his glasses and opened his pants. Then within seconds we were in position and I was cruising my long fingers through the hair of the tattoo stud while I got fed the eight inches of my buddy. Boy was my cock throbbing while we worked each other over! The tattoo stud released my cock from his oral grip to that of his fist, and he stroked it as he verbally admired it.

“Can I please take this dick in my ass?” He asked to have me immediately tell him no. But something about the way I said the words served as a green light and he climbed before me and eased my cock in his already lubed hole before I could react. I spit out the cock I was sucking, looked down at him and shook my head.

“Hey fucker, I said no!” I protested.

“You always say that!” He said and made that thought that he was familiar to me to roll through my brain again. Right then I became a little irritated and figured I’d teach him a lesson for disobeying me and eased all my cock into him.

“Yeah! Give it to me!” He cried and moved back to me. I then decided to give him what he asked for. I swallowed the cock of my buddy, got grip on the hips of the tattoo stud and began to slam cock to him and hold it. He only grunted with pleasure and arched ever more forward. Then I began to hammer it to him fast and continuous, in the process I again lost the cock I was sucking as I began to spit fuck speak down at the hairy, fuck hungry stud before me. I called him an assfuck maniac and told him he was good for nothing else. He only agreed and asked me to fuck him more. For every stream of words I spat, for every full force slam of my cock to his hole, that tattoo stud only groaned, moaned and begged me for more. I gave it to him with all I had to give as my buddy on the bench goaded me verbally and worked his hardness in and out of my throat. Before too long the tattoo stud was having a hard time keeping the volume of his excitement contained to our space, and he buried his cries in his shirt as he moved back to my thrusts.

“Keep that up and you’re gonna make me cum, Mike!” He heaved and eased his hand back to caress my balls.

“Then, here, take all my cock!” I said through clenched teeth and slammed it home again.

“Take it all and shoot that fucking load to me! I want you to feed me that load!”

“I’m gonna cum Mike! Oh, you’re fucking me so good, I’m gonna cum!” He spoke the words in a growling tone that sent hot shivers through me. I could hear my bench buddy calling to me, but his words were unclear. I cupped my hand before the cock of the tattoo stud and continued slamming cock to his hole while telling him to shoot that fucking cum.

“Keep fucking me and I’ll shoot all you want!” He cried and then I felt his load begin to pour into my hand. Though a shot or two fell past my fingers to the floor, the majority of his scalding cream pooled in my hand. The tattoo stud then gave into his weak knees and my still throbbing cock eased out of his willing hole. As he and my buddy on the bench watched, I hanged out my tongue and licked every drop of his warm cum from my hand in one pass.

Then I again commented to the tattoo stud about the ass fuck, and he chuckled as he again made that thought of familiarity with him roll through my brain.

“You told me before that you weren’t into fucking. You told me several times the last time we were together.”

“The last time?” I asked, looked at my curly haired buddy on the bench and felt totally lost.

“I used to have a ponytail.” The tattoo stud said and made my mouth drop open with the memory, and maybe even one previous to that one, as I looked him over. “You said it in the same way the last time.” “I guess I fucked you?” I asked cautiously.

“Exactly like you just did.” He said with pride I probably should have felt, but didn’t. “I stand corrected, and slightly embarrassed. I guess it must be something about you, fucker.” I said and smiled as he winked. He moved toward the door as he checked himself for signs of stray cum, then bid us goodbye.

He was no sooner out the door before I was back to sucking on my curly haired bench buddy. He fed cock to me as he told me how much he enjoyed watching my long cock slide in and out of the tattoo stud. Then he told me to get to licking over his balls so he could cum quicker. That became understatement, as within mere minutes of my adept tongue washing over his walnuts, he was calling for me to get that load. I surged as the first drops of his load splashed on the side of my face before my mouth actually got there. But when I captured that cockhead, he coated my tongue well with several good gobs and a fair amount of drool.

After a trip to the head, it was back out into the corridor…

Conversation with a familiar guy about what I’d shared with the tattoo stud and my curly haired bench buddy moved us to a private room and into some heavy suck trade. At some point while he was slurping over my meat, the door opened behind me. Just as I turned and realized who had opened it, and felt the surge of cock hunger, my booth partner attempted to pull the door shut. I was quick to tell the guy wanting in to come on in, despite my booth partner protesting.

“Alright!” I said aloud as my favorite blonde and mustachioed participating voyeur stepped inside with us. I suggested he stand on the bench so as to give me full access to his cock, and him full view of my cock getting sucked. He did so, unleashed his temporarily flaccid cock from his white briefs and I went down to work. My cock throbbed mightily as I buried my nose in and deeply sniffed the clean smell from the darker blonde pubic bush of the voyeur. I took him into my mouth, fully swallowed and held his cock in my throat and loved feeling it begin to harden. It seemed my original booth partner speedily became acclimated to having the voyeur with us, for he moaned with obvious approval, released my cock and commented on how much harder my cock had become. Yes, as the cock of the voyeur swelled to its seven and a half length, by two-inch girth, my cock did throb up more, harder, and ever closer to orgasm as I pinched my nipples. I also knew that my original booth partner wanted my load to be shot all over his face, but my only intention was to keep sucking that cock and get the voyeur to blow his load down my throat.

I sucked his cock slow to start, making sure it was nice and hard before I began to suck it like I enjoy. While doing so, I took an occasional look up at the face of the voyeur, to see something that turned me on all the more. His face was flushed, his eyes were fixed and wide behind the wire frames, and the heat, intensity and intent within his masculinity showed on his face like a beacon. He loved to see a guy get blown and watched it happening to me with full intensity. The heat of his desire showed in the flush of his face and his intent to make me handle his orgasm glowed in the wideness of his eyes, and existed in the tense parting of his lips. I returned my gaze to his pubic bush and applied more suction and a bit more speed to my duty.

While he fed me, I stared at his trim and hairy belly as with every time I sucked his cock, only now I cautiously reached out and was able to touch him, to my delighted surprise. I moaned loud as he allowed me to further my caress through the light blonde hair on his belly. From there I went around to his back and then to the apex of his ass. The urge was there and burning hot but I dared venture no further. I eased my hands slower on the return trip and loved the sounds of his heavy exhale. His balls rolled over my fingers when I touched them and the voyeur eased himself to me in coaxing. I claimed more of his hairy ball skin between my fingers; his cock throbbed harder as it occurred. I swallowed his cock, held it down and lapped at those balls with my tongue. As soon as I released his cockhead from my throat, he seethed, thrust to my face and began to coat my tongue with his load. He tensed and seethed as he pumped that load to me, then dragged tongue over his moustache and exhaled slowly as the flow ceased and I let his meat fall from my lips.

I watched him like I always do as he fed me the last few drops, then tucked his cock back into his white briefs. He made no eye contact with me until he was ready to step from the bench and exit. When he did look into my eyes, I could see his satisfaction and the hint of a smile that raised a corner of his thick blonde moustache. No sooner than he was gone, I was back on the cock of my original booth mate and I sucked it until he was ready to blow. Since he likes to watch his own load, I got right down beside his cock and watched and listened as he stroked that load out onto the floor before us.

Entry back into the corridor showed there were a few new guys in, so I stopped and checked the game machine while I waited for someone to appear. The give and receive room doors opened almost simultaneously, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw a familiar face and possibly another cock to suck on. We greeted each other and I saw the strange look on his face as I walked past him as I spoke. He then smiled when he realized I was going to check out the other guy. Tall, meaty and mustached with a brooding look that made you look at him. He took notice of our familiarity and began to check us out as we continued to talk. I led him into the giving room as we talked, and the other guy entered the receiving room within seconds afterward. I immediately knelt before the blonde, lightly hairy and lanky build of my familiar buddy and he unleashed his cock just as the other guy began to look through the open square between us.

I moaned with pure cocksucker hunger when that arrow straight eight-inch long cock dropped down before my eyes. Just as I took it into my mouth, the guy on the other side moaned. He continued to do so and more as he watched me slurp up and down that cock. My lanky buddy seethed and sighed as he fed me that cock, with an occasional question about our voyeur as he leaned aft to attempt a look. I moved us closer to the open square between us so the guy could get a better look and he was so glad for my doing it that I thought he was going to reach through and help me along. He told us how nice it was to see me sucking that cock, told me I was a great cocksucker, and then said that he’d like to feel my hot mouth sliding over his cock. I extended the invitation with the gesture of a finger, but he opted to stay where he was and enjoy the show.

I got that cock fucked to my face like I needed it, and I took and treated it so well that my lanky buddy had to take it from me on occasion and remind me that he didn’t want to pop so quickly. Our voyeur, on the other hand, was past ready to see him shoot that load, as he occasionally said. He even asked me what I planned to do when my buddy did shoot. “What do you think I should do?” I asked, knowing full well what his answer would be. “I wanna see you suck that long cock and take that load!” He hissed and seethed hard at the thought of seeing it. After one last look at it, and them him to make sure he was watching, I went back down on my lanky buddy and sucked his cock until he warned me he was going to blow. His legs quivered beneath him as he pulled his meat from my mouth and began to stroke it. The guy next door and I began to moan, and he continued on with his goading, saying he knew I just couldn’t wait to feel that load blasting in my mouth. I told him how right he was, and then my lanky buddy pushed his hips closer to my lips and I opened my mouth.

The first shot went right in and spread warmly over my tongue. My desire to taste it closed my mouth so as to swallow, and then I felt the second blast hit and spread over my lips and moustache. I opened my mouth for more, but the way my lanky buddy was bucking and stroking left me with only what slung from his furiously stroking fingers. I ate it nonetheless, licked what I could from my moustache and felt my stomach growl as the last of his cream slid down. The entire time, my ears were filled with the heated words from the voyeur in the next room and by the time it was all said and done, I was glad I had not released and stroked my cock. After a bit of talk about how hot the sex was, I bid my lanky buddy so long, the man in the receiver room thanked us for sharing our heat and they exited into the corridor. I, on the other hand decided to hang out where I stood and get a bit of respite, for my knees ached a bit. I brought the light back to the room, eased my still stiff meat from my jeans and sat on the bench to relax.

Within minutes there appeared the next contestant. I didn’t see his face but I knew from what I could see that he was a thick built man with black hair. It took a few minutes, but he began to give in to his curiosity and peer through the open square between us. I just watched and slowly stroked my niner, in full wonder of what turned that guy on sexually. When he decided to get a better look at what held his attention, I saw that he was someone I had shared time with before. Yet I let him decide when I gave him my cock, which didn’t take but another minute or so. He was on my cock before half of it was through and I got grip on my nipples and made it throb up even harder. He sucked my cock with abandon and I could hear him trying to keep his moans low as he chowed down. His want for my cock showed more as I pumped it to his face through that open square between us. He took more of it into his mouth, and he began to get a little rough. The occasional feel of it turned me on all the more, but there came a point where I had to take my cock from him and remind him it was a cock, not a chew toy. I tucked it back into my jeans, exited into the corridor and then made eye contact with him as he walked past where I stood. I saw his frustration at my ending his suck session, but there was no malice, in his stare or my feeling.

As the round goes in that place, I was in the receiving room, ready and willing to take what came my way. When there entered a set of sneaker-shod feet, I was astare and eager to see what he wanted. After he lit the room I realized it was the same guy. Part of me wanted to exit, but the cocklover in me made me not only stay, I eagerly watched as he unfastened his jeans, pulled out his cock and sat down. That cock was five inches in the flaccid state, but the way he played with it in temptation for my eyes made it swell what seemed another two or so inches in no time. My mouth was already watering as I eased a finger in suggestion over the edge of the open square between us. He eased that cock through, I sniffed the head and felt the saliva flow over my tongue. His cock was easy to suck and almost long enough to fully swallow. Once he felt me do that he pushed himself fully against the wall and began to moan. It wasn’t too long before I felt his meat throb up hard against my palate a few times, then the cum flowed over my tongue in a continuous stream. He eased his still throbbing cock back through the square, leaned forward and thanked me, and then he exited.

Back in the corridor I began talking to my curly haired and bespectacled buddy about the general goings on of the place we were in. The entire time, I noticed he was groping his package.

“You up for more action?” I asked as I stared at the bulge with a raised eyebrow.

“You know me; I like to get off twice sometimes. Why, are willing to work on me some more?”

“Hell yeah!” I said and with that we were off to a private room and more manheat. He stood on the bench, eased his pants to his ankles and his hot cock throbbed in my face. I eagerly took it in, sucked it right down my throat and held it for as long as I could stand.

“Yeah cocksucker!” He spat down at me. “Suck that cock good for me! Suck it good so I can feed you another hot load!” I followed his commands to the letter as I continued to happily service his thick uncut cock. To swallow it was a joy and I seemed to go at it easier than when I had serviced him earlier with the tattoo stud. On occasion he would pull his cock from my mouth and tap his balls. I was instant in obeying and went right to them. I licked and sucked them as he requested, and loved hearing his sounds of enjoyment. When he suddenly ceased my action and removed his right shoe, it became clear that he was ready to make me work him over for the load.

One leg was out of the jeans and the foot was propped on the wall over my head. I got right back into eating him like I’d never stopped and he used the angle to get my tongue exactly where he wanted it, when he wanted it there. All over his balls my tongue dragged, and then over his perineum really hard and fast. The longer the back and forth action lasted, the louder he talked at me with all the right words and phrases to make me unleash and stroke my cock. He called me some kind of cocksucker and then told me how much he liked my skill at doing just that. He dragged himself over my tongue and got so close to his hole it made me moan along with him when he felt it. A second time in that zone with a hard, pressing laze of tongue was what put him over the edge.

“Come on and get my load, fucker!” He said to have me move immediately before his cock, mouth open and tongue wagging. He lifted up onto his toes, aimed that cock at my mouth as he stroked and then he let it fly. Every drop of that hot and tasty cum landed inside my mouth and I swallowed it heartily before I licked away the last drops from his foreskin.

It was my full intention to be leaving, but one step after I crossed the threshold into the main area of the place, I was greeted with a smile on a familiar face, a friendly word and quick gesture so suggestive, I smiled, nodded and headed back from whence I came. He headed to the head and I stood where I figured he’d want to go, a private room. Once behind the door, he latched a thick hand to my cock as he always did, felt that it was hard, and gave me help in unleashing it. He unfastened his pants and let them fall around his ankles, and then got grip on my cock and gently tugged. I stepped to him as he lifted my cock and pressed it into his chubby belly. We rode that frottage for a while, and I enjoyed it, but I was much happier once I was on my haunches down before his cock. The man himself was 5’8” tall, balding brown hair and chubby. His cock stood out at 6.5” and like the rest of him, it was thick with a large head. I slurped it in and relished in feeling that capacious head fill my throat so full I had to hold my breath until I released it. Once I began to suck his meat, his hips went into motion to feed it right to me. I was eager to feel his load blasting into my hungry oral gap and I sucked that cock with proficient speed.

“Oh yeah, you want that cock, don’t you! Wanna suck it off!” He said to have me moan. “You can have it any time you see me.” I only kept up my hungry pace while he fuck talked my ears full of how long it’d been since we last connected, how much he’d thought about me, and finally, how close he was to blowing his load.

“It’s coming to you, oh yeah! Oh, Oh, Oh yes that feels so good!” I let the first shot stand on my tongue, and then wished I wouldn’t have. For the rest of that load came as a deluge that forced me to swallow fast and keep my tongue in one place. By the time he was finished, I had gathered it had been a while since he’d gotten off. He sighed hard as his cock left my lips and then he looked at me and grinned wide.

“Incredible, as always.” He said and pulled his pants up.

“Right large load you fed me, how long has it been?” I dared.

“About a week. Tried earlier in the week to get it off but I’ve been so busy.”

“Glad I could help you out.” I said as I tucked my cock away.

“Anytime I see you it’s always a good time.” He said, handed me his coins and then exited. I soon followed the same course out the door for the warm winter day was getting later.

GRIFFIN