Gay Erotic Stories

I had always known that I was bisexual but had repressed that part of my identity because, "That's not acceptable." I plodded along, dating and finally marrying as that is what I was expected to do. Sure I had a few male encounters when growing up. You know, teenagers exploring and such. But I never had the chance to experience my other self, till now. I was on my way to a party and wound up pretty lost. I had stopped to use the phone at what appeared to be a Newspaper Store. When I walked in, I realized that I didn't have any change so I approached the counter and gave the clerk a twenty and asked for change. He gave me a roll of quarters. I remarked that the phones must be pretty expensive in this part of the world. "I thought you wanted change for the videos," he replied. "Videos? What videos?" I remarked. "In the back room. I thought you were here to use the videos." "What kind of videos are back there?" I asked naively. "Why don't you go back there and see for yourself." Being just this side of a newborn I went through the swinging doors. My eyes had to adjust to the dim light but after a couple of minutes I noticed several rows of doors with lights over them. I moved closer. The lights read "Occupied" and "Open". I looked around for one that was open and went in. It was really dark but there were several lights on the far wall. One said "Quarters" so I dropped one in. A television monitor sprang to life and there I was confronted with a scene of two men and a woman doing things that immediately caught my attention. The one man was fucking her doggy-style while the other was feeding her his cock to eat. I noticed a stool and sat down to watch this show. "Amazing," I thought, "I knew you could rent this stuff but I never knew that these places existed." The quarter light started to blink and a ten-countdown appeared in the lower right corner of the screen. I fed it a few more quarters and sat back. I noticed that one of the red lights was marked "Selection" so I pressed it. The video changed to a rather buxom blonde taking it up the ass by a rather well hung guy. Did I say hung? This guy was circus property. his cock was as thick as my wrist. My eyes were finally becoming adjusted to the dim light of the booth. I noticed that about three feet off the floor on the right hand side was a three inch hole with light coming from it. I inched closer and peeked in. The hole led to the next booth over and there was a man standing with his pants down around his ankles. He was watching the same movie as me but was slowly pumping his cock back and forth. I didn't think he noticed me so I moved so that I was crouched right in front of the hole and peered in. He continued to pump his cock slowly, bringing his hand over the head with each stroke. I was mesmerized. I had seen other men's cocks before but never while doing anything sexual. I watched him for several more minutes. I didn't even notice that he had slowly turned so that his cock was facing directly at me. My quarters finally ran out so I stood up and fed the slot several more. I had quite a hard-on by this time and thought "What the heck. Who would notice if I jerked off right here?" I pushed the select button several more times, sifting through selection after selection before coming upon a film that had two men and a woman. Unlike the first film, the woman was being fucked by one of the men but he was sucking on the cock of the second male! I had never experienced the rush of heat that came over me while watching this. I dropped my pants and started stroking my meat, slowly, like I had seen the other guy do. I started to pump my hips in time to the guy in the film (I'm not sure which guy I was pacing with) imagining myself in his place. In my modesty, I had turned myself so that I was facing away from the hole in the wall. I never noticed the hand that crept into my booth through the hole and started to massage my ass. Hell, I was getting so hot I guess I didn't even care. At first, the hand just rubbed my cheeks up and down, but soon started to slip between my cheeks. One finger started to trace circles around my anus. I spread my cheeks with my free hand, allowing the finger easier access. That finger started to probe my asshole, lightly at first, then a little deeper each stroke until it was in my ass to the second knuckle. God that felt good! The hand on the other end knew exactly what it was doing. He began to massage my prostate. My dick began to get harder than it has ever been in my life. I pumped away, trying to keep the speed down to maximize the pleasure. It seemed that every nerve in my body had shut down, except those in my ass and cock. I could feel my orgasm rising in my balls. I was oozing pre-cum steadily and this was making my hand as slippery as grease. Just as the man in the video pulled out of the blonde's ass and came all over her back, I started to cum. The first shot caught my hand and added to the slipperiness already there while the second and third shots cleared the booth and hit the wall in front of me. The finger in my ass sensed that I was coming and began to rub my prostate in rhythm with my strokes. I have never cum so hard or so much in my life. I reached out with my free hand to steady myself while my orgasm subsided to a warm glow. As my breathing returned to normal and my mind cleared, I noticed that the finger was still in my ass rubbing my prostate. I also realized that my hard-on had hardly subsided, perhaps deflating only ten percent of its hardest point. The finger slowly withdrew and indicated that I should peek through the hole. I bent over, being careful to avoid tripping over my pants, which by now were well around my ankles. I looked in and saw the other man bending looking in the hole.

"Good, huh?"

"Yeah. I have to admit it was the best cum I've ever had."

"How about returning the favor?"

"I guess so. It's the least I could do."

"Not here," he said, "Go to the last booth on the right."

I figured what the hell so I said yes and let my quarters run out. I dressed and exited the booth and made my way to the last booth on the right. The booth was different than the others, being at least three times the size. It also had a long padded bench seat, long enough to lay a full grown man on. The other man had already entered the booth so I just slipped in and locked the door. This booth had the same setup as the first but lacked any holes in the walls. One major difference was that there was also a dollar bill acceptor in the booth right next to the quarter slots.

"Guess the expect you to stay a bit longer in these booths, huh?" I said.

"Yeah. My names Jim. Allow me."

Jim leaned over and fed the machine a five-dollar bill.

"That should keep it running for a while."

Jim began taking his clothes off, folding them neatly and placing them on a shelf above the television. I started to do likewise. He asked me what prior experiences I had. I told him a few teenage exploration sessions but nothing really in depth. He assured me that this would only go as far as I wanted it to. I told him I'd play it by ear. Secretly, I was thrilled, imagining what might happen next.

We sat side by side, choosing another bisexual film. Jim leaned over and started to massage my still-hard cock. I returned the favor, grabbing his cock. It was much longer than mine, I'd say a good nine inches, but about the same thickness. All in all, I fantasized about his cock replacing that finger in my ass.

As the film progressed, Jim, asked if I ever sucked a cock before. I said that I had tried sixty-nining it with a camp buddy once but not since then. I told him I'd like to try it again. With that I slipped to my knees in front of Jim and leaned over. His cock was nearly straight, with a slight curve toward his belly. The tip was an inch from my lips and I could feel the heat rising off of it. I moved my lips closer till the tip touched my mouth. I rubbed it slowly back and forth over my lips, savoring the silky smoothness of its head. I couldn't tell if he was circumcised as his cock was so hard the foreskin was full stretched.

I opened my lips and slid the head into my mouth, rolling my tongue across the front sliding up and down his piss-slit. A drop of precum oozed out and I greedily lapped it up. I licked his cock up one side and down the other. Finally, I plunged my mouth down on his long, long cock till I thought I would choke. I had about six inches in my mouth. It felt wonderful, his soft skin pulsing against my mouth. How strange the contrast between the silky softness of the skin with the rock hard cock underneath. I slowly swallowed more and more of his cock until I had all but one inch in my mouth. I let it rest there, feeling his passion grow.

Jim sat back and placed his hands on my head. He ran his fingers through my hair and began to pull my head off his cock. When the tip of his cock was at my lips, he reversed his influence and began to slowly bring my head down to where it just was. He continued this slow face-fuck for ten minutes, always allowing me time to adjust if he perceived me gagging, or uncomfortable. I thought that he would continue this until he came (his cock had gotten considerably harder and, unbelievably, longer) but he had other ideas.

"If I remember correctly, you really enjoyed my finger up your ass," Jim said, "would you like something else up there?"

"I'm not sure, I don't know if you would fit in there. I've never done that."

"But you did enjoy my finger?"

"Well, yeah. I guess I want to try it but I'm afraid you rip something."

"I'll bet you've shit things a whole lot wider than my cock. Haven't you?" Jim asked.

"Yeah. I guess so."

"Then we know things that large can come out, so the trick is making them go in," Jim reassured me, "We'll have to take it slow."

With that Jim had me lay on my back with my knees up, ass facing him. He started stroking my rock-hard cock again. Slowly he worked one finger into my ass.

"Let me know when that no longer feels tight," he said.

"Mmmmm," was all I could reply.

He worked the finger around a while longer before he pulled nearly all the way out. When he began to push back in, he had two fingers insisting against my anal ring. It felt a little uncomfortable but Jim was patient, slowly pressing until both fingers were knuckle deep. He let them rest there a bit, then began slowly moving them in and out.

When he got to the same point of relaxation that he had with one finger, he repeated the process with three fingers, then four. All the while, he kept a slow, steady stroke on my cock.

"I think your ready. Very ready," Jim whispered.

He moved my ass so that it was at the end of the bench. He kneeled in front of me and placed his cock at the opening of my anus.

"Jim, do you mind if we do this with a rubber?" I asked, remembering just in time that this was the 90's after all.

"Sure. I already have one on. I put it on when you were enjoying my fingers."

God this guy's good. I never missed a stoke in my ass or cock so I reached down and felt his cock and sure enough; there was a Trojan ribbed wrapped around that pole. It barely covered his whole cock, leaving about an inch at the base exposed. I smiled and lay back.

He pushed forward, and I could feel the tip of his cock spread my anal ring open. A slight pressure and pop, the head was in. He continued to push, exactly as he had with his fingers until he said, "All in." I could feel the ribbed condom tickle my ass-flesh.

I couldn't believe it, all nine inches were in my ass and his balls were smack up against my cheeks. It filled me with a warm, hard feeling that seemed to make my own cock more rigid.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Great. I can't believe how full I feel. My cock feels like it's going to burst."

Jim began to withdraw slowly, bringing the head to the opening before reversing pressure again. Again, the condom's ribs teased at the walls of my ass. He continued, slowly sawing in and out of my cock with the same slow rhythm he used in my blowjob.

"You like it slow," I commented.

"I like to feel every bit of this. Going fast is fine, but slow is best."

"I agree."

Jim didn't pick up the pace any but started to vary the length of his strokes. Sometimes he would plunge all the way in and pull back an inch or two, other times he would pull all the way out, letting some cool air rush in my bung-hole, before sliding back in to the hilt. All the time he kept one hand on my cock.

I was close to coming several times and Jim, sensing this, grabbed the base of my cock and stopped pumping till the feeling subsided.

He started to pick up the pace a bit and I could tell he was getting close to cumming. His head leaned forward a bit and he started putting more of his weight behind his strokes.

I was in heaven, cock being stroked and getting the ass-fuck of a lifetime. Slamming into me he started to moan. His cock got harder, which was hard to believe and started to grow. He thrust forward into me with increased force, throwing my head against the booth wall. I could feel his cum shoot against the rubber, adding its heat to my ass. He pounded me wildly, forgetting the gentleness of before, shooting load after load.

Still pounding me, he continued to pump my cock. I shouted, "I'm cumming!!!!!" and shot a load of jism across my chest, landing on my face. More spurts followed, landing behind me and on my chest.

Jim collapsed on my chest, still holding my cock and buried in my ass. We lay there for some undetermined time until the timer ran out. We laughed and I reached over and grabbed another five note.

"I don't think we need that much more time," Jim said.

"I'll need that just to relax enough to get up!"

We both laughed and lay there. Jim's deflating cock never got small enough to fall out of my ass so he pulled his hips back a bit. It fell out and cool air took it's place. The rubber hung limply from his cock. I leaned over and placed my lips over the rubber clad cock and started to swish it around in its own cum.

"Why Jim. I think this things coming back to life. We may need the time after all."