Gay Erotic Stories

HOT NIGHT; TEMPS LOW 30’s 3 The Instant I opened the door and spied his bright blue eyes, I broke into a wide smile. A warm sweat and a throbber of a hard-on all within the same instant. I pulled him into the room with no more than a gaze. Watched him walk two steps and then he turned to face me with a sweet smile on that handsome face. “Damn, am I glad to see you.” I told him. “Oh yeah. Why is that?” He asked. As I stared at and over him for a few seconds. “I haven’t seen you for a few days, and…” “And what?” He asked. Took a step toward me. “I’m going to suck that long cock of yours, aren’t I?” Peaceman laughed and gave a look that told me he already knew of my hungry need. “That’s why I dropped by.” He said with a sneer. My eyes watched intensely as he shed his jean jacket. Pushed his jeans to his ankles and instantly revealed that temporarily flaccid cock to my wetted chops. Then he pulled his shirt over his head. Revealed the lightly haired chest and flat tight hair laced stomach. He watched me stare long enough to look him over from his head to his feet and back. He smiled that conceited smile and then lay back on my bed with his hands folded behind his head of chestnut hair. Slowly I stared down him as I dropped my own jeans. And then I climbed on the bed and buried my face in his low hangers. He sighed upon my contact with them. Put a hand on my head and then filled my ears with a long seethe. “Do it!” He loudly whispered. “Yeah, take my balls in your mouth! Swallow those fuckers!” I attempted his command regardless of the impossibility and ended up fully satisfied with a mouth full of balls. Along with the option to bite on his hard, prominent and sensitive perineum. I bit a little harder the more he pressed me to himself and moaned. I soon found I had to cease my action because I’d gotten so wrapped up in his sensitivity. A craving for more of him drove me right back. But I took only his balls in. And though the skin got stretched to the limit; my tongue caressed those eggs gently while I watched his cockhead molt from its prepuce. Man, did my mouth ever water to savor the flavor of that hot piece of meat. I joyfully watched the spectacle occur, and then wrapped my fist around the girth of it. When it fully hardened and began to throb Peaceman groaned loud and pulled at me when I ground my cock into his calf. “Yeah man, rub it on me!” He whispered. I continued to slide my body up his lightly haired five-foot ten-inch form and dragged my cock behind me. Just as his fingers dug into my ass, I buried my tongue in his neck. Just to the right of his bobbing Adam’s apple. Then he moved his head back as I licked up slowly to the edge of the three days beard growth for a pleasurable scratch. On the return trip I dragged tongue as slowly and stopped a centimeter of so before his collarbone. “Mmm” Peaceman groaned and pulled hard at my ass. “That feels really good man!” I dragged my tongue for another trip up him and then began to work on his left ear. That action sent the studcookie beneath me into hump and grind, his hands gripped my flesh as they slid over my back and my head. My asshole felt his precum coated cockhead slide over and it attempted grip at it. On the next hump there came penetration enough to set me half wild. “You want that ass, don’t you?” I asked and stared into the wildfire look in his eyes. He only grunted and wrapped his arms around me. Not only did I mash our cocks between us. I became the one who ground them together. Continued my oral assault on his sensitive neck. The warmth of his precum served to excite me further. It converted my forceful lick to a legitimate gnaw. To my horny delight, Peaceman pressed my face firmly to him. Only begged for more. His fingers slid urgently over my head. Gripped at my close cut curls as if there were enough hair there to grip and use for guidance. I wrapped my fingers in his thick, collar length locks. He eased his grip. Let me move my head freely. I took advantage of the opportunity. Let his body feel the wrath of my tongue. As at a snails pace I licked. From the apex of his ears to the smooth brown shade of his sensitive areolas. Around and around it went, when it’d stop even I didn’t know. But while my tongue moved over him, then man beneath me showed his appreciation in ways that only excited me further. He pressed my face to him, guided me effortlessly from one nipple to the other and then down his torso to his inverted navel, which I heartily drove my tongue into. One meaningful thrust from him moved my target area to a spot on his trim stomach that tasted heavily of his thick precum. That made me all the more eager to taste his load once again. I used a mental note from our last liaison and wet my tongue till it almost dripped and then moaned deep as I dragged it up and down; slashed from side to side over the hair laced and mildly salty flesh, from his stomach back to his nipples. I loved the depth of the guttural moans and random bits of spicy mantalk Peaceman filled my ears with. From there I went back to his neck with my target being Adam’s prominent apple. By way of instinct describes how my attack on it began and the flesh actually gave to the light bite of my teeth as the studcookie groaned loud. His reactions became even more pleasurable after a few more lazy slavers of tongue over his laryngeal cartilage. And a few were all that came to pass before I began to drag tongue up his chin and thereafter our tongues got to happily tangle together. The sheer heat of that made me grind my hips harder to him and made the space between our bodies stickier with each thrust. “You get me so fucking hot!” I exclaimed after I tore my tongue from his well-experienced mouth. He pulled me down for another hot liplock, which only increased my hunger for him. My thrusts and my cock grew progressively harder, I pulled away from his kiss and returned to his neck, but only for a few seconds for he gripped my head, forced it from him and then locked our eyes. “Fuck me!” I growled when he opened his mouth to speak. He only stared. “I want that cock in me!” I furthered and caressed it as my mystery brown eyes stared harder into his wide blue ones. The stare he gave as I slid down him brimmed with so much anticipation I couldn’t help but stop and take his throbber in. “Mmm yeah!” He said and again gripped my head tight and pushed down on it as he thrust his hips upward. Once his cock slid down, a shudder passed through me and carried with it an increase in my hunger for him. I eased his hands from my head and then connected his cock with my throat in a single slam. I gurgled loud as my throat muscles massaged his eight and a half inch cock post. My final quest being to have his ample load being blown down my hungry throat. His hands gently pulled my throat from his muscle and then it began to come to me hard, deep and urgently. Peaceman’s seethed breaths hit my ears in synch with his crotch hair against my nose and I showed him how much more of his heat I desired when I rolled us over, wrapped my arms around his ass and once again took all of his cock down my throat, but I held it long past his breaths end. In fact, Peaceman couldn’t free his cock from my throat until his fourth freshly gasped breath. I straddled him. Before he could utter a word. Stared down over him like I owned him. I felt as though that was the truth. At that stage. I kept my gaze locked on his face. I slowly eased down on his meat. It served as an experience I repeatedly desired. I watched his facial expression change. All the more for every bit of his cock that slid into my hungry hole. From one of anticipation laced apprehension, to an almost fanatical fuck lust. Equipped with that conceited grin. “Oh, yeah!” He heaved, and closed his eyes as the last available inch slid in. “You like that ass, don’t ya!?” “As much as you like to have that cock up in it!” Peaceman said and made me smile. I slid up his shaft to have him immediately follow with those hips and he slammed that cock back into me. Then he gripped my thighs and pulled me down upon him. Although I put my hands down to lessen the force of his action, his cock slammed right hard up into me. “Yeah, take that cock!” Peaceman seethed. “Damn I love your tight ass!” “Well then,” I said, wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned back. “Come and fuck me like you know I need it!” No sooner than my back touched the mattress, Peaceman leaned over me and he began to throw that cock to my ass. “Fuck that ass!” I told him. “Come on! You told me you love my tight ass, fuck it like you love it!” The ease with which he accomplished that didn’t surprise me. It became the power behind it that made me realize what I had unleashed in that straight studcookie. And only Cracker Jacks could ever compare to it. His eyes stared hot down into mine for a few seconds. And then they stared over the expression on my face. The grin he beamed down in return went through me hard. I tightened the clasp of my fingers behind his neck. Pulled him down closer and kissed his lips, moustache and chin. That converted to a lick, which turned that studcookie on all the more. He began to grunt while he slammed all eight and a half throbbing inches of that uncut cock into my ass like a jackhammer. And at that stage in the game, nothing had ever felt so good. “Give it to me!” I spat through clenched teeth. “You like my long dick in your hot hole?!” He called. “Love it!” I said. He pulled at my cheeks and made me wish they would spread further apart. So as to take the very last half-inch of what that hot fucker slammed between them. Just a second after my eyes fell blissfully shut, he surprisingly reopened them when he traded me licks. But his tongue grazed over my neck. The more his orality excited me, the more I swore he had started to bite me. He confirmed my suspicion when he growled deep and put more pressure into his affective bite. Immediately after he bit me the second time, he withdrew his bite and his bait. “Get on you hands and knees so I can fuck that ass!” I did as he requested and felt his meat slide back into me within seconds. To shove back turned out to be automatic. It rewarded me greatly and I felt glad there served to be more to cum., which we both knew to be the ultimate goal. It wouldn’t be flying up my hole, thanks to the sheath, but I knew I’d get it another way. “Fuck my ass Peaceman!” I called. “Blow your fucking load! I want it!” “It’s coming to you!” He said with great promise. “You’ll get it so good you’ll be beg me for more!” “That’s right studcookie, give it to me like you know I need it!” I had no doubt he’d do what I’d said. But out of nowhere came time for a new maneuver. He began to slam that cock to my ass with force for a few strokes. Then he slowed his assault and withdrew to the crown and then repeated the slam. I grunted appreciatively with each repetition of it. And then attempted to reach back and get hold of some part of him. The action put me off balance; my stomach hit the bed and Peaceman crashed down atop me and didn’t miss a stroke. In that position, it felt as though he gave it to me all the harder and faster. “Take it, fucker!” He seethed into my ear. “Take all my hard cock in your tight black ass! You’re gonna make me blow my fucking load! You better get ready for it!” “Don’t tell me, damn it, do it! Blow that hot fucking load right to me!” I grunted. The pattern of the slams changed once more. He made them hit the end and he held them to me for long seconds. His grunts turned to growls and he spat more spicy bits of mantalk into my ears. I reveled in the feel of his tongue as he slid it over my neck, my ears and across my shoulders. Out of instinct, I began to fight him to regain my hands and knees position. He countered my action and the fact that he began to slide to the side forced him to give in to me. “You like it like that, do ya?!” “Fuckin’ a right I do! Just give it up to me man!” I said loudly. He followed my command in true studcookie style and made his thrusts rhythmic. Deliberate and so pleasurable that I could not refrain from wrapping my cock in a tight fist and I jacked it with cumshot urgency. “That’s it fucker! Jack that big cock for me! You jack that long black dick till it shoots!” “I want to cum with you!” I told him. “Let me know when you’re ready! Just mere seconds later he rolled me onto my back. Ripped the condom off and then he began to furiously beat his cock into my lips. “Here it comes for you man! Get it now!” As soon as my lips touched the head of Peaceman’s cock, I felt the first blast of his always sweet and plentiful load slam against the back of my mouth. It careened down me barely tasted. But what I had just missed got made up for in true style by the second blast. For it skittered heavily across my upturned tongue. “Eat that fucking load, you cum hungry bastard!” Peaceman called. “Swallow it all down!” The third shot seemed to hit even harder and was more plentiful than those previous. So much in fact that a second after it hit my taste buds, my load began to release in great and far-shooting gobs. It became necessary for me to forego the swallow until my load finished. I did so happily and savored the taste and feel of his cum on my tongue. Though he tried with much effort, the studcookie above me didn’t free his meat from my tight lip grip. Until my load got totally spent over him and myself. For me to clean us up became the final maneuver in that, another hot time shared between us. “Aren’t you glad you dropped by?” I asked. While I dragged the warm washcloth over his back. “Boy am I ever!” He said. With relief as obvious as the grin on his handsome face. “I’m looking forward to the next time.” “If you don’t stay away so long, you won’t have to wait another three weeks.” I said. Then I wiped the cum from my belly. “I’ll see what I can do about that.” He said with promise. “I’ll be waiting.” I said. Tossed the washcloth in the laundry basket and then lay down beside him to catch my breath. Soon after Peaceman rose from the bed he got his clothing composed and headed out with a smile into the low thirty-degree weather. A Peaceman Tale