Gay Erotic Stories

It was late, well after midnight, and I drove for about my thirtieth time past the small building. It was raining and dark and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I had read about the place online, had gotten directions and driven the two hours from my little hometown to find it. But here, circling the block, I just didn't know if I could go through with it. A gay bathhouse, exciting as it sounded at home, was suddenly a scary thought.

I pulled my car into the parking lot and just sat there. There were only three other cars in the lot, none of them fancy or conspicuous. I weighed the decision in my head, trying to decide if I really wanted to go through with this. My heart was in my throat, my hands were shaky and I felt like I had to pee. I knew it was my nerves, but I was horny and I knew I was horny and I took a deep breath and turned the car off. I was going to do this.

The building was old and rickety. It looked like a converted house and had one, bare light bulb hanging outside the door. I approached the entrance quickly, anxious to get out of the rain. The stoop was covered but there were no windows or signs or anything to tell me I'd even arrived at the right place. There was just a doorbell and the humming light.

I pressed the bell and a buzzer sounded. I waited, not sure of the proper etiquette and felt like turning and running. The door opened a crack and a shadowy figure sounded out.

"Yeah?"

I could have died. What if I didn't have the right place? What do I ask or say? I was a wreck.

"Um. Um..." My voice cracked. "I-I'd like a room."

There was a momentary pause that was probably only a second or two but seemed like a lifetime to me. Then the guy said, "You know this is a bathhouse, right? A gay bathhouse?"

I gulped and answered, "Yeah. I-I heard it was."

The door closed slightly and I heard him undo the chain lock on the other side. The door opened and I was greeted by a very handsome older man who was wearing only a pair of shorts and sneakers. He was holding a towel in his hand and had a set of keys on his belt loop.

I stepped inside and was hit by the scent of chlorine. I would later learn that it was from the Jacuzzi, but I remember thinking how sterile it made the place smell. It was almost clinical.

"We close in twenty minutes." The man said to me as he rounded a small wall that was obviously some sort of counter. "It's late and it's a weeknight."

"I-I know." I couldn't stop stammering. "I just thought I'd ch-check the place out."

He grinned a beautiful smile at me. "Eight dollars." I handed him the cash and he handed me back a rough white towel and a key on a cord. "Room 111, down the hall there and on your right."

I rounded a small wall and there was a hall about 20 or 30 feet long in front of me. There were a handful of doors on either side, but no persons. I don't know that I expected there to be a lot of men, but looking back I don't know what I expected.

I found Room 111 quickly and went inside. The room was tiny - almost like a closet- and a thin, foam mattress supported by a wooden platform occupied most of the space.

I closed the door quietly and sat on the makeshift bed. I knew I was supposed to get naked now - that's what you do at a bathhouse - but I was extremely nervous. Slowly I removed my clothing and stacked it neatly beside the platform. I stood, wrapped my towel around me, and inhaled deeply. I was about to open the door and cruise my first bathhouse with only a thin, cheap towel to cover me.

I entered the hall again and saw the old man who had checked me in. He was carrying a bottle of Windex now, and the same towel. He smiled and winked at me and I blushed a bit and closed the door behind me. He rushed off back down the hall, stopping quickly to wipe a bench, and rounded the corner and was gone.

There didn't seem to be anyone else at the place. The doors were all shut and the place was dim, but I heard a whirlpool and walked down the hall in the direction of the sound. Rounding a second corner I saw large hot tub - obviously the source of the Clorox smell - and then saw a small wooden door next to it. "Sauna" it said in rough, carved letters.

I approached it and opened it slowly and saw one of the most magnificent sites I had ever seen. Two other men - still both older - were inside. One was lying on his back on a wooden bench, and the other was bent over him sucking wildly on his dick. The site of two grown men completely naked in what I would consider a public place like this sent me into euphoria.

Neither man moved as I entered the room. They didn't seem to care that I was there, or simply didn't mind. I would later learn that bathhouses are true free-for-alls, but this was my first time and I was nervous.

I couldn't stop watching them. The man getting sucked had to be about 60. He had a small dick, but a fat one, and he was covered in thickets of hair. He had a beard and a mustache and wore a chrome metal cock ring. While the other man sucked him, he tweaked at his own nipples and kept his eyes closed.

The other man was slightly younger, equally hairy, and had a huge dick that hung limp between his legs. From my vantage, I could see his ass which was covered in just as much hair as the rest of his body, perfectly framing a bright pink asshole. I found myself staring at him, admiring him, when the guy on the bench started moaning and grunting out loud. The bent man sucked harder, obviously collecting the load of the other man in his mouth.

With a slippery "plop" the older man's cock fell from his sucker's mouth. He laughed a nervous laugh, sighed heavily and thanked the other man for the pleasure. Both guys stood and exited the sauna, grinning at me as they went, and I exited immediately thereafter.

The older man who checked me in was standing outside the sauna. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked with another smile. He was so amazingly handsome.

"Enjoying the view at least," I smiled back and continued down the hall.

The first two men must have gone into their rooms. I heard some wrestling around like they were getting dressed, and then I heard the old man from the front. "Closing time guys! Let's go!"

My heart sank. I was really enjoying the raw intensity of the little place. It was so dark and run down and manly, and seeing those guys go at it like that was enough to fuel my masturbation fantasies for months!

One door opened and then another and both men came out, each completely clothed. The man who had gotten sucked off smiled at me as he passed, and the other, more hung older man bid me goodnight and squeezed my package as he passed. To have him grab at my crotch like that was exciting, but a moment later and both men were gone.

I stood for a moment in the hall. There were only three cars in the lot when I arrived, and two were leaving. That left only me and the employee and it was closing time. I turned back towards my room and heard the voice of the older man behind me.

"I'm going to shower up quick before closing the place up if you need me."

I turned back around and he was moving towards the sauna area in just a towel like the one I was wearing. I had seen a few shower heads in a small tile room next to the sauna when I had gone in, but paid them little mind. Now, the hunky older guy that checked me in was heading to those showers and he was going to be naked. My cock started to fidget at the thought, and I made up my mind to sneak down and at least try to get a glimpse of him.

The shower was running and I saw his towel draped on the side of the hot tub. I crept up and saw him at the last shower head in the corner with his back to me. He must have heard me, or at least anticipated me, as he turned his head back over his shoulder.

"Going to take a shower quick, too?" I grinned, taking his comment as an offer, and threw my towel over toward his. I was suddenly not ashamed of my raging erection and walked into the shower proudly, my dick bobbing erect before me.

Seeing me, he turned his body and I saw one of the biggest, thickest, low hanging cocks I've ever seen in my life. He as perfectly shaved and his nutsack was huge and hung extremely low. I couldn't help but stare and he started to laugh a bit - quietly, but noticeably - and turned his shower off. He walked across to the hot tub, grabbed his towel and disappeared into the sauna.

I was embarrassed a bit that he'd left, and turned my own shower off. I was barely wet, but retrieved my towel quickly and began wiping down. He was still in the sauna and I still had a raging hardon and I decided, silly as it may be, to go inside.

I swung the door open and found him kneeling on the wooden bench, his ass in the air with his cheeks spread. I didn't need a more open invitation than this and I dropped my towel and dove straight into his puckered asshole.

The taste of the cheap soap from the shower lingered on his ass. His hole was soft and wrinkled and I dug my tongue as deep into it as I could go. He moaned out loud, called me a "dirty fucker" and started writing his hips backwards. His huge balls beat back against my naked chest as I reached around and found his cock engorged and hanging even thicker than before.

I was determined to suffocate myself on his delicious ass. I forced my face into his crack, smeared his ass along my cheeks, fucked at his hole with my tongue. I sniffed deeply, licked crazily and wanted more than anything to just be inside this handsome stranger.

He stood abruptly and spun around and pulled my face to his. His warm, soft tongue thrust inside my mouth and we kissed. He pulled back and licked the saliva dripping from my chin and grinned his now-famous smile at me. His eyes, I noticed, were icy blue and matched his silver hair gorgeously.

"Is this really your first time here?" I blushed at his question and before I could answer he pulled my head to his and kissed me again. Grinding his body into mine, I could feel the mass of his cock against my abdomen. It was so big it was hot - heat was literally radiating from it - and I pushed back to him, grinding my own rock hard cock next to his.

In another quick move, he rounded behind me and pushed at my shoulders to bend me over the bench. "My turn," he grunted and buried his own face in my ass.

He gave me one of the most intense rim jobs of my life. He nibbled at my hole, licked it, prodded it, and then began to finger fuck me. He went slowly at first, but as I began to loosen up he stuck in two and then three fingers. Soon he managed four fingers inside me and he twisted them about like a scoop. I couldn't help myself and came on the bench I was bent over.

I stood up and turned to face him and he bent directly over and licked the cum from the bench. Then, without notice, he pulled my face to his and fed me my own spooge. I didn't resist and found myself literally high from the experience. He bent again, licked some more, and came back up and fed me.

"Lay down!" he commanded, and I placed myself on the hot tile of the sauna. He lifted my legs from behind my knees and knelt below me, his huge dick positioned directly at my ass.

It was my first time to the bathhouse, but I was experienced to know what he was about to do. He spat in his hand and wiped it across my ass. Then slowly, deliberately, he forced the head of his cock inside.

He was bareback and I knew it but at that moment and as young and stupid as I was I didn't care. I was naked in a bathhouse on the tile floor of a sauna that had probably received hundreds if not thousands of cumshots before, and I was being barebacked by a complete stranger who was the epitome of all my wildest fantasies.

His huge dick slid into me easily. His nuts were so big and long that they were actually touching the floor, but the feel of them against my backside with his immense girth inside me was incredible. Slowly, methodically he pulled out and drilled back into me. He smiled at me, kissed me, licked the nape of my neck and nibbled my ear.

Then it started.

He thrust into me hard--really hard. I jerked, but liked it. Then he did it again, and followed it with a faster, equally hard thrust.

"You like being a whore?" he asked. I merely nodded.

"It's time to play like real men play. Real men fuck and real men take it." With that, he unleashed and incredibly intense fucking that forced me to cum twice more automatically. He fucked and he fucked and ravaged my ass, and just when I thought I couldn't take any more his body became rigid and he forced his cock into me as far as it could go. At that moment I felt his load unleash against my stomach. I felt him cum inside me and felt closer to this stranger than I've ever felt to anyone in my life. He exhaled deeply and pulled his cock from my ass. It was half limp already, but was still bigger than anything I'd ever seen or experienced. I immediately rocked forward and took it into my mouth. It was so amazing, the flavor, and I wanted nothing more than to suckle it as it softened.

He stroked the back of my head and then bent to kiss me. He held my face to his for the longest time and then lay down on his stomach before me. With the same fluid motion he used to position me to fuck, he rocked me back and began to clean his cum from my ass.

He ate and sucked and licked and sniffed my ass until my cock was hard again. He looked up at me, his ice blue eyes peering from above my nuts, and then sat up, moving his entire body in position above my cock. He scooped up as much of my cum from my belly and smeared it on my swollen cock head, then lowered his soft, pink asshole onto my rod.

His nuts and cock hung in the way of my view, but just the feel of my cock sliding into his ass was heaven.

"You like barebacking me?" he asked. I grinned devilishly and started thrusting upwards into him. He grunted and thrust downward with equal passion.

He was very verbal throughout the session, but while I was fucking him I couldn't help but think of how many dicks had come before me. How many loads had this man tasted, taken, or given to other complete strangers? The smell of the bleach, the feel of his soft skin, the taste of his tender kiss and the raw, hard reality of my cock, unsheathed, in the soft, wet folds of his ass was amazing.

Before I came, he moved one hand between my legs and began finger fucking me while he rode me. It was so intense that it didn't take but a moment longer before I was shooting my largest load of the night deep into the recesses of his ass. But unlike him pulling out of me, he stayed with my cock inside him for the longest time. He bent over and we kissed, softly, and then we just held one another. Only when my cock slid out of him on its own accord did either of us move.

"Welcome to the club." he said as we stood. "Men know how to please men."