Gay Erotic Stories

After a rather difficult divorce, I decided to crash my brother's annual New Years Eve party to have some fun. My wife leaving me for a younger man had upset me a little and I knew that the men at my brother's party would definitely enjoy watching a hairy, muscular straight stud prance around amongst them. Showing up at this door, I surprised my brother with a case of beer and told him to direct me to the main room for the party. He looked at me in shock at first, and then directed me to the living room. I snatched one of the cans of brew from him and sauntered into the thick of the party. For the next couple of hours, I drank rather heavily and mingled with my brother's gay friends. After seeing me fend off a few unwanted advances, my brother introduced me to Frances and indicated that his friend would prevent me from "getting into trouble." Frances was a cute young man with brown hair, green eyes, and a slightly devilish expression on his face. He was very friendly and we talked until almost midnight about most of his life. He had also recently gone through the break up of a rather serious relationship and I took to him immediately. At midnight my brother rushed into the room and announced it was the New Year. After the furor subsided, Frances asked me to follow him, grabbed my hand and began to lead me to a bedroom in the back. Once we were away from the main party, he suggested that we find a pair of shorts and use the hot tub in my brother's back yard. I agreed and quickly rifled though my brother's dressers to find us both a pair of shorts, but Frances told me that he was already prepared. I then shucked my clothes and donned my borrowed trunks then turned to see Frances staring at my chest. I smiled at the look of desire in his eyes and absently flexed one of my well-developed pecs. He smiled then turned to lead the way out back. As I followed him, I began to get excited at the idea that he found me attractive and began to look over his body from behind. He had a slender, smooth body without even a wisp of hair, including his pits and legs. The more I watched him walk the harder my cock grew and, when we reached the tub, I quickly slipped into the water hoping he didn't notice. The hot water felt so good that I soon forgot about my erection, laid my arms out along the sides of the tub and tilted my head back. After a few minutes, I became drowsy. I don't know how long I drowsed in the water but I was abruptly awakened by a hand on my cock. Having gone soft while I slept, it immediately leapt to full attention and when I sat up quickly to investigate, my mouth was met with Frances' own warm mouth. He kissed me for a moment while I sat stunned then moved down to my neck, all the while jacking my hard cock. Running his tongue down my neck, he used his free hand to push my arm over my head and then licked across my chest and into my lush, hairy armpit. I moaned softly and, not thinking to try to stop him, laid my head back and let him enjoy servicing my body. He nibbled and licked on my pit for several minutes bringing more moans and even a little squirming out of me. MAN was I enjoying this and if this little twink wanted to get me off, so be it! He shortly worked his way back up my neck to my ear and whispered, "Fuck me." I hesitated at first then lifted him from the water and laid him on the deck. Standing in the water, I pulled him back and placed my cock at his lips. "Suck it first man!" Then I shoved all 8 hard inches down his throat. I smiled when he gagged and then slowly began to face fuck him. Leaning forward, I reached down and jerked him until he shot a load. He shot four thick loads all over his chest and stomach. Seeing his hot spunk splash onto his smooth chest really turned me on. I felt my nuts pull tight, grunted and flooded his already full mouth with my own hot seed. I pulled out of his hot mouth when he started to choke from trying to swallow my massive load, spun him around and threw his legs over my shoulders. "Your not down yet, little fag boy." I told him as I lined my still hard cock at his tight, waiting hole. Not wanting to hurt him, I scooped some of his cum off his belly and wiped it on my cock to lube me somewhat. I then pressed the head of my cock into his waiting hole. He gasped and squirmed. "Do you want it? I want to hear you," I teased him. "Yes, please fuck me," Frances moaned while trying to slide back on my cock. I pushed a little further then teased him a little more. "I can't hear you, fag boy. Do you really want it?" "YES FUCK ME! PLEASE!" he screamed. Smiling, I slowly pushed the rest of my huge cock up his ass. He screamed again in pain but I ignored him and started to ram home my cock into his tight, warm hole. His screams of pain quickly changed to screams of pleasure and he began to meet each of my thrusts. He continued to moan and started to fist his cock while I pounded relentlessly into him. Within a few minutes he blasted yet another load onto the deck over his head. His ass tightened around my cock milking my own orgasm from me. I threw my head back and roared as I unloaded deep in his bowels then collapsed onto him and kissed him soundly on the mouth. After the party, Frances followed me to my house where we had a repeat performance of that night and he has been here ever since. This is a true story.