Gay Erotic Stories

I got unusually wild the weekend before the 9/11 tragedy hit. My partner was away for a family funeral, and I got bored, so I decided to drive down to the south end of town, have a couple of cold ones, and check out the State Fair. And I am way fucking glad I did! This is really strange, too, because over the course of the weekend, it involved four carneys, three of whom were named "Charles,” or some variation thereof. Weird. Anyway, soon after I entered the midway for the first time, I heard a barker shout about the great prizes and fun I could have if I would just walk over to his booth and shoot at the little wooden birds. I glanced over, and the voice was coming from this fucking gorgeous hunk, all 6-foot-9 of him!! 33-1/3 years old (he told me later) ... tanned ... wind burned ... looked to be about as rough and tough as sandpaper ... built like a brick house with long medium-brown hair, moustache, sideburns, a couple of tattoos on his arms, and a Stetson on top. And loooong slender legs packed into his tight jeans like hot dogs into the plastic wrapper. Ass and crotch to die for. So I shuffled on over, smiled, gave the guy my two bucks, and started shooting the ducks with the air rifle. Or should I say, shooting AT the ducks? Anyway I'm a lousy shot, and Chaz (I had to ask his name, of course) was giving me some good-natured ribbing, in between chatting up the young ladies who hovered nearby. After the third or fourth two-dollar cycle, I noticed that he and I were becoming pretty conversational. So when nobody was near enough to hear above all the racket, I looked him in the eye and got really brave, brave like I've never been before. I was shaking a bit as I said to him, "So Chaz, what time are they lettin' you outta here tonight?" He replied, "I dunno, should be right around midnight, maybe a little after, I s'pose." "Wanna get showered-up, drink some beer, get a good massage, maybe watch some good porn and get your nuts off?" I asked. He seemed very surprised, taken aback even, and hesitated a moment. But I kept staring into those steel-blue eyes, which told him "I'm totally serious!" He finally uttered, "Sure, why-the-fuck-not, man? okayay." We made arrangements to meet outside the gate. I immediately left the fairgrounds to locate a decent-but-cheap hotel room with a VCR, and buy a couple of six-packs of a quality brew. I parked and walked to the gate at around five before midnight, and Chaz was already waiting there, his back against the fence with one boot up. When he spotted me, he nodded his head in greeting, dropped the foot to the ground, and loped toward me. We shook hands, his hand about twice the size of mine, and he asked my name. I told him my name, and we headed for the car. Damn, I was nervous. But so was he. Visibly so! Three or four minutes later, we arrived at the motel. We went up the stairs and into the room, where he immediately dropped into a chair. After his hours out in the heat, he was wet and ... frankly ... fairly stinky. So I suggested, "Hey, why dontcha go ahead and enjoy a nice, long, hot shower?" He grabbed his gym bag and went into the bathroom. I set up my favorite straight Chinese fuck flick on the VCR. A few minutes later, a much fresher Chaz opened the door to let the steam out of the john. There he was, 6-feet-9 of hard hunk body, with a skimpy (for him) hotel towel around his waist. The sight 'bout took my breath away. I think he himself generated the steam from every pore. Didn't even need to turn the hot water on. We shot the breeze for a few minutes. He talked a little about his girlfriend. They've been together for quite a while; they met at a fair in west-central Illinois, and they have an eight-year-old. Didn't ask if the kid was a boy or a girl. I did ask where he's from, and he told me he's a Yooper! (I had kinda thought so, from his Upper Michigan-type accent.) He's been traveling with the carnivals every summer since he was 19. From the ice in the cooler I offered him a dark Beck's, which he seemed real happy to have. Downed it in about a half-minute, so I reached in and handed him another. "Aw, thanks much my man, I been needin' a beer all fuckin' day." I took one, too, then I reached over from the foot of the bed and pushed "play.” I'd cued the tape to the couple making out, and the dude reaching under the fabric to play with the girl's erect nipples with one hand, and her cunt with the other. Chaz kicked back to relax on the bed, eyes on the TV screen, and I noticed some movement under the towel. "Hey, ya want that massage now?" "Whoa yeah,” was his reply. He rolled over onto his stomach, and I took in the view of his spectacular, perfectly V-shaped back, and his slender waist. I summoned all the strength my fingers and thumbs could make and kneaded his muscles for him, all up and down along the spine. His breathing became steadier the more he relaxed. I massaged the muscles of his ass (abso-fucking-lutely tight!), and down his calves, then gently took each tired, aching foot in my hands and put pressure in just the right nooks with my thumbs. Chaz would occasionally groan in appreciation, breathing phrases like, "Oh yeah! Oh man! Oh fuck yeah, that feels great!" Before long I noticed that the towel had come loose where he'd knotted it, so I took advantage of that, and slipped it off of him so I could work on his bare ass skin. I love tan lines! And I couldn't resist ... within a minute or so, I had to start kissing and tonguing his ass cheeks, and the crack between them. (This is something I normally don't do until I know a dude /really/ well. But Chaz's azz was too fucking perfect! I couldn't resist.) He arched his back when I started running my tongue between those tight butt cheeks. With my hands, I was then able to spread the cheeks, which were still extra hot from the shower, and take a good look at his puckered, hairy, brown asshole. Immediately I pursed my lips and started blowing air on it. It puckered up tighter, and he chuckled. So did I. Then, I started working my tongue in circles, around and between the cheeks, closer to the hole, and finally stabbed into it with every bit of tongue strength I could muster. He ground his ass into my face, and soon I was madly tongue-fucking him. Sometimes I'd pull my face out from between there, and lick up the lower part of his back, occasionally nipping and sucking along the way. Then, back down to his hot ass, where I'd slurp and nibble. Occasionally, he'd buck just right, at the right time, and give me a view of his balls hanging there. I must have sucked on his asshole for fifteen or twenty minutes before I stopped to catch my breath. He rolled over on his back, and for the first time, I got to look at his hard cock. I'd always heard ... and my experience has been ... that big guys don't have proportionately big cocks. They're usually pretty average. Not Chaz. Chaz' cock had to be 10.5 or 11 inches long, circumcised, and thick like a fuckin' Pepsi bottle. I wrapped my hand around it firmly but gently, and the tip of my thumb couldn't get to within two inches of my middle finger. I'm fuckin' serious. And the head was about the size of a tennis ball. Not a ping pong ball ... a fuckin' tennis ball. Well, I went to work licking and kissing his nuts (which were very beautiful, and fairly average in size), and up and down his tool, which jumped and twitched when my tongue would hit certain spots. At the head was a glistening drop of pre-cum, which I gladly lapped up. I tried to jerk him off while my lips and tongue worked it, and his hips ground pleasantly into my face, but I was afraid I wasn't satisfying him with this. So I tried to take the head in my mouth. No go. I licked and sucked his nipples for a while, then tried to suck that big prick in once again. Again, no luck. Just couldn't open wide enough. And I certainly didn't want my teeth to scrape such a beautiful tool. I stopped what I was doing, kept the action going with my hand on his salami-sized prick, and apologized to him, something like: "Um, Chaz, I'm really sorry man, but I don't think I can suck this down the way I'd like to. You're really fucking huge, you know?" He smiled, and then that became a chuckle, which built to a full belly laugh. "Um, is it okay if I finish you off by hand?" He hesitated for a second, and replied, "Naw, I got a better idea." He jumped up and repositioned himself on the bed, so he was now behind me. He pulled my shirt up over my head and off. Then he wrapped his huge strong arms around me and started to undo my pants. I protested and tried to move away. "Man, there is no way I can take that monster up my ass!" "No no no,” Chaz assured me. "Don't worry dude, I ain't gonna try to fuck yer butt, awright?" He forced my jeans off of me roughly, and ordered me to lie on my stomach. I protested again. But firmly, he said once again, almost in a shout this time, "Look, I told you, I ain't gonna try and fuck you, okay? Trust me, goddammit! Just lie down on your stomach. It'll be okay. I promise." So I did, and because he seemed so impatient, was suddenly acting the tough guy, and had already spit a large amount of saliva into his hand, I assumed I was about to be anally raped. (To be honest, if I'd had some rubbers and a good, non-oil-based lube with me, I would have gone for it, even though I usually hate getting butt-fucked! But I digress...) Chaz lay down on top of me, wrapped those tattooed arms around me, inserted his huge boner in between my ass-cheeks like a hot dog in a bun ... and began ever-so-gently gyrating his hips, his hot breath puffing on my neck, with an occasional suck on my shoulder or my earlobe. I began meeting every stroke with motion of my own. His speed picked up, and so did mine. Two or three times, he grabbed my hard dick and pumped for a little while, but stopped before I ever got close. Chaz propped himself up on his hands, straightening his arms, as if he was doing some new kind of pushup exercises. He started becoming more and more vocal. And before I knew it, I was feeling squirt after thick hot squirt of his beautiful man cum on my back, my shoulders, and my neck. Part of the first two jets hit the pillow, next to my face, so hard that I actually heard them splatter. Those were the only precious drops of his sweet sperm that I was able to take into my mouth. I savored them. I felt six squirts, and his thrusts and moans and groans were slowing down, even as his muscles spasmed and jerked. Even though I didn't get to gulp this sweet load down my throat, it was one of the hottest sexual adventures I've ever had. Once he was spent, Chaz rolled off of me. I lay there for a few minutes, looked him over and over, then finally got up to go in and get clean. I looked in the mirror at my back. That man had shot a fucking two-gallon gusher all over me! I could have hung the room with wallpaper, with one load of goo from his rocks! I brought a towel out to help him clean up. He got dressed in the fresh shirt and jeans and socks from his gym bag, and immediately went to the door and put his hand on the knob. It was time to eject my video from the VCR, and take Chaz back to the fairgrounds. To be continued...