Gay Erotic Stories

I'm in Los Angeles on business, end of a tiring trip. It’s Friday and, instead of catching the red-eye back to DC, I decide to stay overnight and get a seat on a noon flight. My Ex has relatives in LA, including her lovely grandmother and a gay uncle, Harold, about 15 years older than me, about 5'6" slight frame, short gray hair and mustache, nice deep blue eyes. His eyes, I thought, were quite nice. Even though I'm divorced, I like her grandmother and usually had fun with Harold (no, nothing sexual) because he is a child of the 60s and usually has some pot, which I still get an occasional kick doing. So, I call grandma up and she invites me for dinner, of course. Hey, free food -- she is a good cook -- I'm there.

When I arrive at her and her second husband's place Harold's there to. Now, this is five years ago, I'm 49, Harold is going on 64, but he is slightly built and has kept himself in good shape, probably for his "boyfriends." Now, I thought Harold was pretty hot in that older, obviously gay man way, and had fantasized about trying to hook up with him at least once. But Man, I was married to his niece--just too weird. Over dinner Grandma asks what my plans for evening was. I said nothing, really, just head back to hotel. Harold perks up, suggests that I come over to his place to watch a movie, and he quickly gives me the signal that it would include some smoke. Sure, I say, I have nothing else to do.

I drive him back to his place after dinner, still just good ole Uncle Harold and his niece's ex; I'm quite sure that Harold has no idea that I love cock!! When we get inside his one bedroom rent-controlled apartment in which he has lived in forever, he puts on an old album from one of my favorites from his gigantic old record collection and, over a beer, he rolls a fat joint. Now, Harold always has some good stuff and even before half-way through the joint, we are pretty high. We finish the joint and he retrieves a couple more beers. In the dim light of his apt, we are just chatting like old friends on opposite ends of a small sofa.

But, I'm pretty horny, thinking "fuck, I've been divorced two years, and an obviously gay guy I think pretty cute is right here." Plus, the effects of the pot and the beer are lowering my inhibitions. I start asking him what it’s like being gay, trying to sound curious. He tells me he knew from early on etc. I also find out that he is versatile and I thought all along that he would be strictly a bottom. We talk a little about HIV and AIDS, and he says he is negative and been very careful. Now, I must admit, talking more openly and seeing Harold sitting there low in the sofa is turning me on. I can clearly make out the tube of his cock pressed inside the front of his old, tight jeans, and I begin to think more and more what it would taste like.

As Harold rolls another, smaller joint, and I get a couple more beers after taking a leak, Harold asks me why I'm so curious. My inhibitions must be way down, because I tell him that I have fantasized somewhat about M2M sex. We kind of smoke the second joint in near silence, I think we both are kind of deciding where to go from here, I know my heart is beating fast and I have that horny, tingly feeling.

When Harold suggests we watch a movie, I surprise myself by asking him if he had any gay porn, I wanted to see what it was like. He laughs, "Hey, I'm a 60 year old fag who lives alone, what you think! In fact, I just picked one up yesterday that I haven't watched yet." He puts on the flick and gets a couple more beers. When he sits down again, I notice that he sits closer to me, not right next to me mind you, but half-way over. Well, the porn flick starts, actually it’s one of those "highlight" ones I like, no stupid plot, just gets down and dirty. We watch in silence, but my cock definitely gets hard watching, and I begin to rub it through my jeans. I'm too scared to move on Harold, but I'm praying that he isn't as scared. When he gets up to pee then get us yet another beer -- I'm now very stoned and feeling pretty tipsy from the beer -- he sits back down right next to me. A hot fuck scene is just ending on the tape and before the next one starts, Harold reaches over, lightly turns my head towards him with his right hand and leans in and lightly kisses me on the lips. Man, does he feel good, when he leans in again and then runs his right hand up my right thighs then squeezes my now bulging package, I open my mouth and he expertly flicks his tongue around my mouth. I press my lips hard against his. He stops for a moment, though, and pulls back about a foot and asks "do you want me to stop." I simply whisper "fuck no."

He turns and straddles me on his knees, one knee between my legs the other on my right side, places his arms around my head, and French kisses me again from above me so that I have to tilt my head back to receive his lips, his own hard crotch pressed very sexily against my lower chest, my hands squeezing his very small, tight butt through his jeans. Now, I have never before been kissed like that by another man, full of passion, lust, but yet there is and affection there. I feel it to, as I kiss back. For minutes, we just enjoy each other's kisses, playing tongue tag, certainly getting each other extremely horny. Soon, I've pull out the bottom of his polo shirt, and my hands rub over his tight stomach and lightly-furred chest, then begin to lightly, then moderately pinch his small nipples, as we continue to kiss. I find that he likes having his tits played with as he tears off and throws aside his shirt. I attack his nipples, licking, biting them. Soon, I'm biting them pretty hard, as he tilts his head back, whispering, "Yes, yeah, Bob, bite my nips, oh man."

He gets up, takes off his jeans, so that he is standing there in white bikini briefs, his cock, bigger than I imagined, straining against the cloth, a little spot of pre-cum showing. Man, I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as much. He pulls off my shirt and begins to expertly work over my nipples. Now, I've had a guy play with my nips for a few second, but quickly move on. Not Harold, he obviously loves nipples play and is sucking and biting my nipples hard. I must admit, it hurts a little at first, but before long I begin to realize how erotic it is, every bite seems to send a current straight to my dripping cock. "Oh, God, Harold, you are wonderful" I whisper.

But, as he comes up for air, I see my opportunity and kind of lead him to sitting back down on the sofa. I stand and quickly strip, Harold telling me how nice my stiff cock is. I want his very, very badly, and quickly kneel before him. I go crazy; really start bunching on his bikini front. Man, does his cock feel good. I rip his briefs off, to discover a thick 8" mother of a cut dick, nicely vein, slight curve, deceivingly big for a guy Harold's size. I simply look at it in awe for a second and Harold laughs, saying, "Yeah, a lot of guys have been a little shocked by my cock. Do you like it, Bob baby?"

"Does this answer your question?" I laugh back, as I flick out my tongue and slowly work it up his long, hard, warm shaft, to his dick's nice big head. Then I lick a couple drops of Harold's pre-cum, thinking "man, he tastes great too."

"Man, I think you've done this before" he moans.

"Does that bother you" I reply.

"Fuck no, suck me my Ex nephew in law."

I take just the head of his cock in my mouth, and then twirl my tongue around it while my hand pulls his ball-sac down and then lightly squeezes his big nuts, letting him know that I've indeed done this before and I love cock." I like Harold, have fantasized about this scene, and now that I'm doing it, I want to make love to his cock. I slowly suck a couple of inches in, and then pull his dick out of my mouth only to slow lick up and down and all over his shaft. I know that he is loving it as he runs his hands through my hair saying "Yeah, suck me honey, lick my hard cock." As my mouth licks, kisses and then begins to pull on his big nuts, I suddenly want more. He knows it to, as he lifts his legs so that they are resting on my shoulders, exposing his tight little fuck hole, shaved I notice, to me. I begin to lick between his buns, up and down and around his pink little pucker.

"Why, Bob, you slutty little bastard" I hear him say, as I continue to flick my tongue around his hole, spit a little on it, then stick my tongue through its tight ring. I feel him tighten a little, as he says, "Oh, yeah, fuck me with your tongue." I'm working over Harold's tight hole with my tongue, and we are both loving ever minute of it. Every once in a while, I steal a peek of his still rock hark cock inches above me, and it turns me on even more. It must be part living my fantasy, part pot, part beer, but I love rimming Harold's tight butt-hole, sticking my tongue way in, then finger fucking him, as I munch on his big nuts just hanging there ripe for the picking. Harold is moaning, saying, "Yeah, Baby, stick your hot tongue in, yeah."

But, he suddenly says "Okay man, okay, it’s your turn."

I get up and sit on the sofa and spread my legs. Harold kneels down and starts to suck my hard cock. Man, is he good, and I'm thinking "yeah, must be 45 years of cock sucking experience in that mouth." Harold deep throats me, and then slowing sucks up. His mouth, lips feel divine. As he is lightly licking my balls and tender spot under my sac, I left up and put one leg on his shoulder. He reaches behind him, without losing contact on my balls, and pulls out from the drawer a tube of good lubrication. I have my eyes closed, just grooving to the menstruations of an expert cock sucker, when I feel a finger around my own puckered asshole. Harold expertly inserts a finger into my tight hole as he sucks down on my shaft. It feels incredible, my dick in his hot, horny mouth and his finger fucking my puckering hole. I get to the edge a couple of times, but Harold senses it and expertly holds me off. I'm now impervious to everything but this scene, his mouth, finger, my cock, his cock. I feel that I'm reaching a sexual peak never before reached.

But, he looks up and whispers, "Can I fuck you, PLEASE?"

I think, he's too big and know that I have not had a cock, or even dildo, in my ass for many months, and I say, "I don't know man, your cock is so fucking big."

Harold laughs and says, "Bob, I've been fucking you with four fingers for last few minutes."

"Well, then, fuck yes," I groan. He takes me by the hand to the floor and I lay on my back. He straddles close to my head and hands me the lube. What a sexy, romantic scene, I think, as his big love-cock is there before me. I take a good amount of lube and stroke his cock, lathering it up good. It feels so wonderful in my hand. Then, he lifts my legs to his shoulders as he straddles me, his cock just inches from my puckered hole, as he takes some lube and insets a couple of fingers in me, lubricating my horny cock-hole. Then I see him guide his cock head to my ass ring, as he whispers, "relax, baby, I know how to fuck." He enters me. I must be relaxed completely, because his cock slides all the way in with just a momentary flicker of pain as my sphincter willingly gives way to Harold's love-toy. He waits for just the right time, letting my ass get used to its big, hard visitor.

Then, he slowly begins to fuck me. His cock feels incredible sliding slowly in and out of me, I soon wrap my legs around his smallish waist, my hand going behind his head and pulling his face towards mine. We deeply kiss, our tongues twisting together, as I feel fulfilled with Harold's cock buried deep up me. Harold slowly builds his fucking motion, taking his time. But, soon his cock is ramming hard into me, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks, and I'm yelling, "Yeah, fuck me hard, my Uncle, fuck me harder." I see his face get tight, and feel his cock head get bigger, then he releases shot after shot of his love juice deep up my wide-open hole, I can feel some cum drip down my spine. As his spasms subside, we stay like that for a moment, his dick in me, as we lovingly kiss.

But, he gets up and helps me up. As I sit on the sofa, he says, "Your turn…" and straddles me and we kiss again. Now, I'm very much a bottom, but I want to fuck him. He quickly lathers my hard dick and climbs on it and plunges hard down it. The feeling of my cock entering his tight asshole is indescribable, as he fucks himself up and down on my cock, his ass muscles tightening around my dick head. Amazingly, I feel his 60 year old cock getting hard and flapping against my lower stomach as he impales himself on my cock. I can't take much of it and I cum shaking deep up his ass, as he tightens his ass grip around me even more. As my spasms end, he kisses me deeply and whispers in my ear, "Man, nephew you fuck real good."

With my shrinking cock still in his ass, Harold asks if I want to spend the night. "Hell, yes!" is my answer. He gets off me and we walk to his bedroom and quickly jump into bed. As we lay entangled together, we kiss like kids, taking turns licking all over each other...