Gay Erotic Stories

It was during a family reunion that I had my best fuck ever. I had bought a thong, but had never worn it. We took a vacation to Florida, and it was my chance. I was twenty-two at the time, and no one knew about my love of man-to-man sex. They also did not know about my thong suit, so I walked way down the beach one afternoon, dressed in my swim trunks. I found a good spot where I noticed some women wearing thongs, and figure I would be free to roam around bare-assed without much hassle. I laid out my towel and pulled off my trunks, exposing my royal blue thong swimsuit. I laid down on my back at first, and when I summoned up enough courage, I rolled over onto my stomach, letting my buns get sunned. I thought I looked good in the suit, but I knew I was far from perfect. I had lain there for about ten minutes, and got hot. I walked down into the surf and started swimming around. Before I knew it a guy swam over to me. “I like your suit,” he told me, smiling. “Where did you get it?” “Thanks,” I replied. “Mail order.” “You really look good in it.” “You have one?” I asked him. “Not brave enough,” he smiled. “You staying around here?” “No, down the beach. Family thing, but they don’t know about my love of thongs.” “Oh!” He laughed. “Keeping secrets from them?” “Yeah.” “Cool. I’m staying right there,” he nodded toward the hotel on the beach. “Nice place.” “They have a hot tub, you want to go try it out?” I told him yes, and we started towards the shore. He got out first, and I followed. From what I could see he would look good dressed the same as me. He had a nice body, and was tall with short hair. As he turned around to dry off, he smiled at me, and caught me looking at his crotch. I could see he had a nice package through the clinging, wet suit. I caught him looking at mine too, until I pulled on my swim trunks. We walked into the hotel, and through into the hot tub area. It was in a room by itself, next to the swimming pool. No one was in it, so I stripped back down to my thong, and climbed in. The bubbles felt great on my skin, and I settled back. Michael sat down across from me. “I’m surprised you wore that on the beach,” he said. “Why?” “Most people think that guys who wear Speedos or thongs are gay.” “Some are, some aren’t I guess.” I could feel he was leading up to something. “Well,” he looked me dead in the face. “Are you?” “Um, well, sometimes,” I smiled. He moved over beside me. “Cool, because I am, too.” He reached over under the bubbling water and stroked my cock through the material of my suit. Just then we heard the door open, and someone else entered the room. I grabbed his hand under the water, but he slipped his hand under the edge of my suit. My cock was stiffening and he grabbed hold of the shaft. Just then a man slid into the tub across from us, and nodded hello. Michael began asking me questions like he knew me, about my family and friends, all the while jacking me off under the waterline. He would pause long enough to let me answer, and then continue. I was getting hot, not only from the water, but also from the jacking off I was getting. I reached under the water and slid my hand under his suit. He was hard as a rock, too, and really hung. I had been fucked by hung guys before, but this guy was long and thick. Finally the other man climbed out, and no sooner than the door shut I knew I would cum. “Shit, I’m going to cum!” I told him. “Go ahead.” He jacked me faster and harder, and suddenly I felt myself cumming. I grunted, and shot in thick spurts. I could feel my body shaking, but since the water was hotter than my cum, I could not feel it actually coming out. When I was spent, Michael put my dick back in my swimsuit, and stood up. He climbed out, smiling, as I let go of his big staff. He dried off quickly, and he concealed his slowly shrinking cock with the towel. I stood up, legs shaky from cumming, and followed him. “So, who are you here with?” I asked him, as I got dressed. “Was here for work, but stayed a few extra days. All alone now.” “Really? Doing anything right now?” “No, do you want to cum up?” “Sure,” I told him, and followed him to the elevator. When we got to his room, we went inside, and I headed for the bathroom. My cock had leaked cum all over my swimsuit, and I dried it off the best I could. I took it off and hung the suit over the rack, putting on my drier, if less sexy, trunks. I stepped out into the room and Michael was sitting on the bed. He had taken off his own suit, and only had a towel wrapped around him. I walked over to him, and crouched down in front of him. “I’ve got to see your cock,” I said, pulling the towel to one side. It was five inches soft, and circumcised. I took it in my hands and began sucking on it, and he laid back onto the bed. His dick grew quickly, and was at least nine inches long when it finished growing. He was thick, too, and made me excited and scared, thinking about having it in my ass. I hoped he would fuck me. If the guy were a bottom, it would be a horrible waste. I jacked off his dick with one hand, and slurped on the guy’s cock with a vengeance. “Shit, you suck cock good.” I let go with my mouth, and continued stroking him. “I couldn’t leave you with blue balls after the hot tub incident.” “You like getting fucked?” he asked me. “Yeah, but I don’t know if I can handle this thing.” “I’ll take it slow, you’ll be fine.” Michael rolled over, and I let go of his dick. He stood up, stroking his own cock, and went to his suitcase on the table. He opened it up and got a tube of KY jelly from inside. I stood up and pulled off my swimsuit as he came back to me. I lay down on my stomach, with my legs spread and my ass lifted a little. Michael put some of the KY jelly on my ass, and began massaging my hole. He slid a finger up my chute, and slowly pushed it in and out. “Mmm,” I moaned. He continued this for several minutes, until my hole was loosened up some. He rubbed some more KY on my ass, pushing some of it inside. Afterwards he fucked me with two fingers, slowly in and out. “You like that?” he asked. “Shit yeah, can’t wait for your cock!” I moaned. “Oh, I’ll give it to you,” he said, and I looked back at him. He was kneeling behind me, sliding his slimy, KY-covered hand over his shaft slowly. “Don’t get too excited,” I told him. “Don’t worry, I can last and last.” His fingers disappeared from my hole, and I felt some more KY being squirted over my hole. My ass was covered in the goop. I pushed back onto my knees, sticking my ass out for his fuck stick. I felt Michael crawl up towards me, and the round head of his cock pushed against my ass hole. The head of his dick was thick and bulbous, unlike my own which tapered to a point. I pushed against him as he slowly forced his way inside me. Finally, the head of his dick popped into my ass. “Fuck!” I said. I reached back with one hand, and felt his dick where it disappeared into my ass. Michael slid forward, helped by the KY, and pushed two or three inches into my ass. He then pulled back, until his thick head was again just inside the ring of my ass. He took his time, slowly easing it back in again. I was amazed he could stay hard doing it that way, and I shuddered in pleasure. “You like that?” he asked. “God yeah!” I told him as he pulled back again. He then pushed forward again, and got six inches in my ass. He pulled out and pushed forward several times, inching his way into my hole slowly, going a slight bit farther with every push. I spread my legs farther apart and angled my ass to make it easier, and before I knew it, he had his entire pole up my ass, and I felt his balls pushing against my greasy, slippery ass. The KY had done its thing. “Fuck me!” I begged, now that he was deep inside me. Michael started pleasuring my ass with long slow strokes, and I shuddered with every thrust. My shit chute was filled to capacity, and I felt every vein and bulge on his shaft as he fucked me. I was on all fours, and he grabbed me around the waist and started jacking me off with one hand. The hand was slippery from the sex grease, and it slid easily over my shaft. Michael quickened his pace, giving me shorter, shallower thrusts and grunted. I yelled out as he fucked me, wanting more. After a few minutes of fucking, Michael pulled out of me, leaving my ass hole gaping open. He had me roll over onto my back, added some KY to his dick, and replaced his cock in my waiting ass. He buried it to the hilt almost immediately, and began a machine gun fucking of my loosened ass. He pounded me mercilessly, and I moaned and groaned as he plunged into me. Michael sweated heavily, and I looked down at his pulsing, pounding cock as it slid into and out of my ass. I stroked my own cock now, Michael’s hand being otherwise occupied holding himself up. I knew I would cum before long if I kept it up. “I’m going to cum!” I yelled out. Michael pulled my hand away, and I left my aching dick alone. It was oozing loads of precum. Finally, with no further stimulus from me, I felt myself starting to cum. I laid back and yelled out again, and felt my pulsing cock spewing cum onto my abdomen. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Michael said, grunting. I felt my ass closing around him as I came, despite how loose it had becum from the heavy-duty fucking it was getting. Michael wanted to change positions on me again, and I rolled back over onto my stomach. He speared me with his thick fuckstick, and began pounding my ass again. Before long I could tell he was getting close. “Fill my ass with your cum!” I encouraged him. I was really getting sore, and wanted him to spurt up my ass. “Damn,” he said, as he slid in and out relentlessly. He fucked and fucked and fucked. My cock was growing hard again, and I slid my hand underneath me, lifting my ass up enough to grab hold of it. I started jacking off my cum-covered dick. It didn’t take me but a few minutes and I was ready to cum again. “Shit, I’m going to cum!” Michael said again. He started pounding me with very short, very fast thrusts, and suddenly I blasted my third load of the afternoon onto his sheets. “FUCK!” He yelled out, and slammed into me, I felt a wave of hot liquid inside me, and Michael shot his load into me, still fucking me slowly. I milked his dick for all I could, and he finally pulled out of me, limp and red. He rolled over onto his back, panting, and I did the same. “How long are you going to be here?” I asked him. “Two more days,” he told me. “Well, I’m definitely coming back tomorrow.” “You’re leaving?” he asked. “No. Not yet. I can’t fucking walk,” I laughed at the ceiling. I did go back twice more, and afterwards it took me a week for my ass to recover. But it was worth it!