Gay Erotic Stories

After getting settled, the worst part of my new life was coming home to an empty home. But I managed, and candidly become accustomed to living the life of a single guy. Actually, I loved the freedom.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was returning from the supermarket. Walking up to my apartment, I encountered a cop leaving the apartment next door. Turns out he was my neighbor, just leaving for the late afternoon shift. He was a big guy; about six foot two inches and probably about 240 pounds. Maybe 30 years old at best. Nice looking fellow and in pretty good shape. We exchanged pleasantries and went our separate ways.

Several weeks passed. I would see the cop on occasion. Looked like he primarily worked the evening shift, but I wasn’t sure. One Sunday morning I decided to wash my car in the parking lot. The apartment complex provided several spaces for this purpose. The cop was taking his trash out, and stopped by to chat. We talked for about fifteen minutes. Prior to his leaving, the cop invited me to his apartment to watch the afternoon football game and have some beers. Why not, I thought to myself? I told him I’d bring some snacks.

I showed up at noon for the big game. The cop’s apartment was sparsely furnished, but comfortable. Turns out he too had been through a nasty divorce, but said he was over the hurt and frustration. We watched the game, had a few beers, and devoured the snacks. The game ended in overtime, with our team losing. What’s new, I thought. It was about 3:30 pm.

“Hey Mike,” said the cop, whose name was Josh, “Why don’t you go change into your gym clothes and we’ll get some exercise. We can use the Police Academy’s facilities … you can be my guest.” Well, what the hell, might as well start making some new friends?

I returned to my apartment, changed my clothes, and met Josh in the parking lot. Off we went to the gym.

Upon arrival, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The Academy’s gym was fantastic. Nothing but the best for the city’s finest. It being a Sunday afternoon, the place was nearly empty. While Josh worked out on the circuit equipment, I climbed on a stair master. After forty-five minutes, I was nearly exhausted, having climbed nearly 75 flights of stairs. Josh was just finishing up on the treadmill when I approached him. He hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“Hey Mike, you look like you’re about the die!” said Josh, “A little out of shape perhaps?”

“Yeah, maybe” I replied, still out of breath. Probably ought to quit them damn cigarettes.

“Let’s hit the steam room,” said Josh, heading towards the locker facilities. Sounded good to me.

Once in the locker room, Josh ripped his workout clothes off and dumped them on the floor. He then walked stark naked over to the steam room and entered. Not wanting to be odd man out, I ditched my towel and followed Josh. The steam was extremely thick and it was hotter than hell in there. I could hardly see Josh, despite the fact we were sitting across from each other. We talked for about twenty minutes, which is about the maximum amount of time one can stand the steam room temperature. “Let’s take a shower and blow this popsicle stand,” said Josh, as he stood up exited the inferno.

Josh and I entered a communal shower. I caught a glimpse of his manhood. Jesus, his dick matched his large body. Must have been six or seven inches long flaccid. I’m no slouch myself, but Josh definitely had me beat in the “dick department.” Josh lathered up, paying particular attention to his crotch. I did the same, but without the vigor being displayed by my new found friend. After ten or twelve minutes in the shower, we rinsed off, got dressed, and left for the apartment.

Upon arrival at the apartment, Josh invited me in for a beer. We sat around and shot the shit for a while, talking mostly about how we’d been screwed by our ex-wives. Then out of the blue, Josh asked, “Hey Mike, you ever had sex with a man?” Funny he should ask. Actually, I thought about it on occasion, but never had the guts to carry out such activity. I would never go to a gay bar, and the personal ads were out of the question.

“Ah, no,” I said, “but I’ve thought about it.”

“So … you interested?” asked Josh, now rubbing his crotch.

“Ah, probably not Josh, especially with that weapon you’re sporting between your legs,” I said.

“Hey, it ain’t that big. And besides, it looked to me like you’re not exactly a shrimp,” replied Josh, kind of laughing.

Josh explained we could start slow, and if for some reason I didn’t care of that kind of activity, he’d understand. I agreed to at least give it a shot.

We moved to the bedroom and undressed. By now, both Josh and I had erections. And I was right … Josh was the owner of at least a nine-inch erect penis. And the veins protruding from his shaft were, at best, frightening. “Let me start,” said Josh, as he guided me onto the bed, “Just relax.”

Josh then took my throbbing dick and inserted it into his mouth. Slowly, he started sucking me off. I was frankly in heaven. My ex-wife used to give me blowjobs, but she was an amateur compared to Josh. The movement of his tongue coupled with the massage he was giving my balls were incredible. I should have done this years ago!

I’d jacked off the night before, so figured it would take a while to shoot my load. Man was I wrong. With every continued movement of his mouth, the sensation in the head of my dick became more intense. “Hey Josh, I’m really close,” I said with some degree of excitement in my voice. It fell on deaf ears. Josh was now sucking like a madman. “Hey! I’m about to lose it!” I screamed, as my body jerked and promptly deposited a goodly amount of cum in the mouth of Josh. He kept on going, practically sucking me dry. My dick shriveled up almost immediately after Josh released his grip.

“What’d you think, Mike?” asked Josh, cum dripping from his mouth.

“Jesus, that was fantastic!” I said, honestly. “We’ll have to do that again some time!”

“So, you want to give it a shot,” said Josh, now on his feet and still hard as hell.

“Yeah, okay, but promise me you won’t cum in my mouth,” I said, sitting up on the bed with his dick squarely in front of me. “Hey, no problem,” promised Josh.

It was the first dick I’d ever sucked. Frankly, I wasn’t very good at it. Josh gave me a few pointers … and guided my mouth over the head of his dick. I could only get half the shaft down my throat. After about ten minutes, my mouth was starting to get sore. I kept at it however; not wanting to let a job go unfinished. I could feel the veins on his penis growing larger. Josh had a particularly heavy bush, which resulted in several pubic hairs finding their way into my mouth. I stopped momentarily and picked them out. I honestly could not believe the size of this dick. It seemed to grow longer with each passing moment.

True to his word, Josh pulled out just has he was about to cum. The amount of sperm exiting this man’s dick was enough to float a battleship. There was cum all over me, the carpet, the bed, as well as Josh. We both collapsed on the bed. “What’d you think pal?” asked Josh, his dick still harder than a rock. I just smiled.

Josh and I took a shower together, got dressed and returned to the living room. Josh fixed a light dinner and we talked about the afternoon activities. I must confess it was better than I would have ever dreamed.

“Next time, we’ll try something different,” said Josh, as I was leaving the apartment. Sounded good to me.

Josh worked the night shift for the next several days. I didn’t see him until Friday evening. We decided to go out for dinner and have a few beers. It was almost 9 pm when we returned to the apartment. “Come on in Mike … we can talk,” said Josh.

On thing led to another. Finally, Josh asked the question. “So Mike, you want another blowjob?” Is the Pope catholic?

Rather than go to the bedroom, Josh and I got naked in the living room. For the second time, Josh took my dick and made it feel like an active fire hose. I had decided that men give better blowjobs than women, probably because men know exactly what men want. Josh was clearly an expert cocksucker. Like a teenager, I came almost instantly. And again, Josh sucked me dry, causing me to practically go into convulsions. My dick went limp as I lay on the floor.

“So, you want me to suck your dick Josh,” I asked, anxious to improve my skills.

“Actually Mike, I was thinking maybe I could fuck your ass,” said Josh as he was stroking his iron rod.

“I’m not sure Josh … will it hurt?” I inquired, eyeing the enormous size of his manhood.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” replied Josh, still stroking himself.

Josh retrieved some lube and a condom from the bathroom and prepared himself for entry. I was leaning over the dining room table. I felt Josh spread my crack with both hands, as the head of his dick touched my virgin hole. I felt my anus expand somewhat as his dick started the entry process. Josh had penetrated my hole about an inch when I practically fainted. “No! Pull Out!” I shouted. Josh held steady, allowing me to relax momentarily.

“Let’s try this again,” said Josh, as he remounted his effort, “Spread your legs further apart … it won’t hurt that much.” It was indeed painful, but Josh assured me that once his member was fully engulfed into my rectum, the pain would subside. Actually, he was right. And he was gentle, as promised.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. My whole body felt the thrusting of his dick up my hole. My dick was heading north, as Josh continued to slowly pump away. I could feel his dick growing larger, which meant he was probably about to cum. And sure enough, his legs stiffened as he stood on his toes, releasing yet another full load of cum. Without any help from me, my now erect dick spurted out a dribble of cum, landing on the dining room table.

Once he had withdrawn from my hole, I fell to the floor in utter exhaustion. It was quite an experience to say the least. “What’d I tell you pal,” said Josh, as he ripped off the condom and wiped himself off, tossing the towel to me so I could wipe my butt.

“Yeah, that was something,” I said, concurring with Josh.

The following week, it was my turn to fuck Josh in the ass. Being new at this, I had difficulty entering his tight hole, but finally managed to bury my dick into his body. “Hump me Mike!” shouted Josh, moving his hips back and forth. He’d obviously done this before. “Harder! Harder!” said Josh and he continued to move his entire body. My dick slipped out from his hole. I quickly re-entered with a little bit of help from additional lubrication. I couldn’t believe how tight this cavity was … at least compared to a woman’s vagina. After sufficiently banging Josh’s butt hole, I released my load. This was just a little more difficult than fucking a woman, but the sensation was indeed better.

Josh and I continued our relationship for the next several months. I swear that his dick grew longer every time he fucked me in the ass. One time I even got brave and swallowed his load while giving him a blowjob, practically choking in the process. It tasted funny.

It was a Sunday afternoon. Josh and I went for a run in the nearby park, returning to the apartment. Naturally, I was out of breath. Josh asked if he could fuck me and naturally I said yes. After he had fucked me, Josh gave me a blowjob. It was the best one yet.

The following week, Josh asked if I’d like to get a bit rough. I said maybe, depending on his definition of “rough.” “Just show up at noon tomorrow,” said Josh, as he smiled somewhat sarcastically.

Always on time, I knocked on his apartment door. Opening the door, there stood Josh in his police uniform, nightstick, gun, badge, and all. “Come in,” motioned Josh, as he led me to the bedroom.

“Take your clothes off!” shouted my capture, as he brandished the nightstick. Surely he wouldn’t actually hit me with that weapon. Once naked, Josh handcuffed me to the bed, face down. I was now actually afraid he would hurt me, wondering if this had been a scam all along, just for tonight.

Josh stuck the nightstick between my crack, noting, “You’re going to enjoy this tonight Mike.” My heart was pounding.

Josh slowly removed his uniform. His erection was pronounced for some reason, pointing directly to the ceiling. He greased it up and mounted me, his entire 240 pounds resting on my body. For a moment, I thought he’d crush me by his shear weight. His penis penetrated by butt hole with such extreme force that I was sure he’d actually ripped my anus. “You like that, don’t you Mike?” shouted Josh, as he pounded my ass. I was in extreme pain. Josh stuffed several tissues in my mouth to keep me quite. Finally his dick exploded in my rectum. I felt his load dripping from my crack. Ripping the tissue from my mouth, Josh said, “Now it’s your turn.”

Josh insisted I handcuff him on the bed. “Fuck me Mike, fuck me good!” begged Josh, lying there like a fallen eagle, legs spread apart. I slapped his butt several times before entering his canal. I figured if he wanted rough, I’d give Josh rough. Pounding his ass, I actually brought Josh to tears. A 240-pound cop--begging for mercy--I loved this shit! After I released my load as well as the handcuffs, Josh and I actually hugged. I’d just had the most intense sexual experience of my life.

We both were on the couch, naked, when Josh dropped the bombshell. “Mike, I know you won’t believe this, but I’m getting married next Saturday,” said Josh. You’re right about that, I didn’t believe him.

“You’re kidding!” I said, “Didn’t you learn your lesson first time?”

“This woman’s different,” said Josh, “ We’ve dated for six-months now and frankly I love her. And besides, she’s got a great house and better yet, she’s got money! But hey, don’t worry. You and I continue to get together for a romp every once in a while.”

Well that was a relief. At least I’d get an occasional blowjob from Josh. “So is she a good fuck?” I asked, realizing that was probably an inappropriate question.

”Actually she is Mike,” said Josh, “She loves my dick. Seems her ex-husband not only had shit for brains, but a weenie of a dick as well. She doesn’t give very good blowjobs, but I’ll teach her soon enough.” We continued to talk for a while.

“And oh, by the way Mike,” said Josh, “You’re invited to the wedding!”

Josh explained it was going to be a small affair … about 30 or so people. There would be a reception following the ceremony. So what the hell, I’d go and have a good time.

The wedding was a 2 pm at a small chapel across town. It was actually my old neighborhood. I got dressed in a suit and headed towards the chapel. Traffic was awful, and I barely arrived in time, taking a seat in the back. The music had just started. Josh was at the alter all dressed up in a tux. He was with the pastor and one of his cop friends as best man. Actually, I thought I was his best man. Whatever.

The doors to the chapel opened, signaling the procession. Upon seeing the bride, I almost pissed my pants. Josh was about to marry my ex-wife!