Gay Erotic Stories

His breath IS sweet upon my face. As I move to a beat so strong my heart begins to pulse and throb with in the same rhythm. I close the car door and step out upon the black asphalt. A shiver quakes through me as energy and anticipation run up my spine. Will he be here waiting for me as he's been in the past, here in the darkness? I walk slowly at first, careful of my surroundings the old warehouses, the empty lots. There? Is he there in the shadows of the buildings laughing at me or is it just the local homeless smiling in his own bacchnic delirium? I move on down the wet street hoping that tonight is my time to dance with him, my time to kiss him, my turn to drink deep of the waters of his sweet ecstasy. ? I turn the corner and see the line that has formed in wait to enter this temple. I join my fellow supplicants to wait humbly before the doors. As I stand waiting the wind blows up the dark street. I pull my black leather jacket close about me, a shield against form and structure, against the order and application of a daily grind. Others around me talk loosely about their cares and work waiting, knowing that here in the dark there are no cares, no work, and no worry only the sweet wine of desire and fulfillment.? We wait as a lone man dressed in leather walks slowly to the doors. As he looks down the ever increasing line of men standing with looks of anticipation and longing. He draws forth a key and moves to unlock the entry to this holy place. It is 8pm as we leave the world of men. ? Walking though the portals I know that time has lost all meaning. The line files in and up the stairs to await the mundane process. A strong man with no shirt motions me in through the second door. He has short hair and a manicured mustache. His tan is dark through the tight curls of his chest hair. Only one nipple pierced with a small gold ring. He smiles at me knowing what I have come here for but doing his jobs any way. I fill out the forms and show my ID to him noticing the tightness of his Levis. He smiles at me seeing my hunger and longing. When the formalities are finished he pulls back the curtain and I walk in.? I take a deep breath to slow my pounding heart and step into the locker area the smell of sweat and man assail my senses and lend itself to a beginning buzz rush. Around me men are changing into the assorted outfits that they will use in this evenings act of worship. There's rubber on one man, green hip wadders coming up to his waist. Another in latex sleek and black, he's young and hairless. Another in torn and faded Levis moist at the crotch, he smiles at me as he moves off to the main rooms. I set my bag down on the nearest bench and begin to unpack my own gear. A pair of worn Levi cutoffs and my shoes. The rest of my clothes I push deep into my bag and take to the check counter were a man in similar attire picks it up. He hands me my claim number and I hastily shove it? into my one working pocket. From out of the same pocket I pull a crumpled dollar bill still moist from the last time I was here. I request a bottled water and he hands me one. As he takes the dollar bill and feels its damp texture, he smiles knowing he's seen me here before and he will see me again.? I next head to the patio a moment to get my balance and smoke a cigarette before I lose my self completely. I step out into the chill air, a nice summer in San Fran, glad that I kept my jacket. My fags are clove and I savor their sweetness as I inhale the fragrant smoke. Around me pass men in various states of dress and attitude. Each one trying to judge how this night is going to go. Looking in faces and crotches. Trying to judge just from where the god will emerge for them. The smoke of my cigarette curls around my head like a gentle caress then fleetingly moves on to join with the smoke of others. As I scan the walls of the patio here and there I catch glimpses of energy, of focus, of that? elusive spark in the eye that tells me that he's here just waiting for me. Its time to move in, to confront my fears, my ideas, my social forms and constraints. Its time to blow away all trace of the world out side and sip the wine of the sweet darkness of ecstasy.? I pass my jacket back to the man at the clothes check. Keeping a folded and? wet five dollar bill for water later in the evening. I am ready so I step forth in to? the main chamber. Around me cruse men of all statures some large some lean,? beards and shaved, hair and smooth. Across the room is the raised platform. A? wooden balcony where gods and men walk looking down upon the mortals who? have come to worship them. I stair up at them feeling there cool gaze pour over? me. The new supplicant entering the presence of the mighty ones.? Then from out of the dim light of the corner I feel a set of eyes inhuman and otherworldly. From out of the shadows steps a man with long auburn hair.? Waves falling like the cascades of a waterfall spill down past his shoulders and? onto his chest. His face is young with a short goatee framing the soft glow coming? from his wet lips. He circles me taking in my hairy chest, my long brown hair? dark and soft. He notices the bulls ring in my nose and he smirks. He leans in and? brushes the hair back over my head with his large callused hand. I feel his lips? brush across my ear lobe as he whispers. "Do you know me.”? I nod yes; it’s all I? can do. The energy from his touch runs to the core of my being telling me to let? go, lifting me in a steady clime to the heights of Olympus and beyond.? I follow him, his gaze still locked firmly on my own eyes, to the stairs of? the balcony/ alter where he ascends. He moves slowly along the railing. Past men? in jock straps and sweats already dripping with the drink of gods and saliva from? the men below who drank deep. I keep pace with him along on the floor level? still holding his eye contact feeling my pulse quicken in terror and ecstasy of what's to come. He steps forward to the rail and reaches down to touch my hair.? Caressing my head as he draws me in close to his waist. He reaches up and undoes? the buttons on his tight 501s and from within pulls out his sacred font of worship.? His dick is thick and heavy with a foreskin completely covering the head and? hanging in a delicate pout. The God has arrived. I reach up with my hands to? touch his waist and cock, a drop shines on the tip of his foreskin. I hold it up to? my mouth ready when he sighs and holds me tight. The first spray catches me in? surprise and I pull back. It hits my mouth and chin, my neck and chest in a spray? of fluid sacred and anointing. I catch my self and quickly wrap my mouth around? his member. Feeling the flow quicken as it surges down my throat. I swallow? hard feeling the sweet and sour wine of desire pass to me filling me with its? rapture. He pulls me close to him sliding his fountain deep into my throat. Past? the ring of my tonsils deep in to my core filling and pouring sweet ecstasy direct? from him to me. My tonsils react and I gag pouring precious fluid of passion? again down my chest and into my shorts wetting my own dick which grows solid? and slick in the moisture. I reach down feeling the energy pour down to my cock? making it hard. He pulls my head down pouring his fluid over my head to anoint? me in a baptism of lust. It flows down my back. My hole puckers as its golden? light falls over it. The flow falls off to only a trickle now and he gives me a look? of care and adoration. I move away and go to the stairs eager to flow with the? ecstasy within me. We trade places now he below me and I above ready to pour? from the God back unto the God. He pulls my cock still hard into his mouth? running his tongue over the head. I feel the vibration that he’s calling forth and it? makes me shudder. Then from deep with in a dam breaks open and I flow forth? pouring my all, my being into this vessel, this god before me. He swallows over? and over sending shudders through my body like wave after wave pounded on the? shore. He pulls the head of my cock out of his mouth to pour its sweet wine over? his head. Spilling down around his neck. Washing the salty sweat from his chest? leaving drops of liquid fire clinging to the hairs there. The spray continues? emptying as it is filling me with desire, awakening the animal hungers within me.? I coat his chest and paints then quickly shove my dick back down his throat? feeling him gulp quickly and repeatedly. Then just as suddenly as it began it ends,? but we're not through yet. He pulls me down through the railing and into his? arms. We kiss deeply. His lips are soft and moist against my own. He holds the? back of my head and opens his mouth to mine. There inside he's saved my own? golden wine to pass back and forth between us. He pushes his velvet tongue into? my mouth coated with my own wine. Pushing at my teeth and probing my jaw.? His hands slide over my back pulling me hard in close then I feel it the warm wet? glow flowing, spreading from up between our crotches. I quickly drop to my? knees and pull him to my lips. His honey pours into me, giving me back, filling? me to flow again.? Now I gaze up at him standing there, hair wet in long curls eyes of fire? locked with my own drawing me deeper into his circle of desire and abandon. He draws me to my feet and fixes me straight in the eyes. His voice is soft. “Now we? are going to have some fun.” he purrs in my ear. He directs me over to the sling? and I move ready to do anything he says hoping for his desire to flow again. I? step up and lay back against the cold leather. I put my feet up in the straps and? pull my ass forward. He looks me over and pats the thin strap of jeans that still? covers my puckered hole. He pulls forth a pocketknife and slashes away that? small strap letting the lips of my asshole gape forth waiting for a touch, a caress.? He brings his cock out and draws it slowly across my hole. I shiver knowing? what's to come wanting him so badly. He passes me a small brown bottle and I? inhale from it. The pungent aroma of amyl hits my head and sends me spinning.? At that moment he lowers his head to my ass and runs his tongue up my crack.? Pushing his tongue deep into my core tasting me, wetting me, cleaning my asslips? with his hot oral probing. I take another hit off of the poppers and as I do he? stands and quickly pushes his hard dick deep within me filling and stretching me? in one sudden thrust that causes me to let out a cry. The men around us start to? move closer touching me, touching him, caressing and stoking us and themselves.? He stands there holding my ass tight to his waist holding and waiting. The men? around us move in close thumping hard cocks on my chest and jacking meat in? my face. Suddenly I feel it. A warmth filling me deep inside glowing filling? possessing my body pouring through my soul. "Clench down hard." He growls to? me. I do so as he pulls out with a definite pop. Then he ducks his head and puts? his mouth right back on my hole probing then sinking his tongue deep. I let go, I? can't help it the feelings override all thought. He drinks deep from my hole. Then leans back and lets his body be anointed from head to toe in his holy waters from? my hole.? As he stands I see him, dripping hair, dripping chest, rock hard cock, shining God of ecstasy and madness. He places his dick back on my hole and pushes firmly and slowly deep within me till I can hold no longer. I hold my own cock and let the dam of wine explode over us in a shower of golden light. The man to my left grunts loudly and lets loose with his pent up load across my face sweet drops falling in my mouth and on my tongue. I lick my lips and wash them off with my own water. He's driving me now plunging deep then pulling out leaving me open wet and ready as he drives in and out feverishly. Pounding my open wet hole pulling all the way out then driving deep and hard. Another man next to me comes forward he's jacking his blue veined cock furiously as it shoots? across my chest. Pouring pearl white streams over my nipple ring. Another steps? forward, aims his dick and pours forth his waters washing my chest clean.? My ass is stretched and worn from the pounding its still receiving. My eyes? lock on the God fucking me in to oblivion. His hair bouncing across his chest in? time with his thrusts. I can't help it any longer. My dick is hard and straining, my? senses pushed to their limits my body flying higher than it’s ever gone before. I? feel it coming as I pull my cock in the same rhythm. Its there for me the light of? the gods. I hear him at that moment cry out in deep animal roars. His cum and mine firing together thick and white. His flowing up my red raw ass mine high in? the air. Flowing and pulsing deep and high. Then just as suddenly as it came he? stops. Pushing deep within me and holding. “Just one last hosing to finish you out.” he says to me in a quick breathless voice and at that he lets loose hosing me out with his sweet waters pulling out and pushing in wile he lets loose, filling and emptying all at once. Then on his last pull he aims for my mouth letting the last streams run down my throat and chin. He looks down at me, my God, with his hair flying out in waves surrounding his face the hair of his goatee glistening with moisture. He places his hand on my wet slick chest and rubs all the moisture deep into my muscles. Then just as silently as he came to me he slips away leaving me laying dripping in a sling in paradise.? As I gather my clothes and put on my jacket to step out into the dawn? twilight I look around at the other men packing their things looking for Him? among them. Of course he's not to be seen but I know that there will always be? more nights like tonight no matter what society thinks and on those nights from? out of a dark corner his eyes will shine with madness and ecstasy? evoho ecko DIONYSOS!