Gay Erotic Stories

This story is dedicated to a talented gay piano player whom I’ve gotten to know through the Internet... I moved to Fort Lauderdale some years ago after my first visit to this gay paradise. New York was the greatest place on earth to live; I still miss it a lot. But the long hard winters became a bit much for an older guy like me and I just love the Florida climate: no snow and ice suits me just fine. My day job is in the publishing trade and I’m doing okay at it. But several nights a week I get to do what I really like best: I play and sing at a piano bar in town. My piano is in the corner of the club, surrounded by the customary bar stools for those who want the more intimate atmosphere and wish to be part of the show, so to speak. I’m over fifty now but I still look good. I’m of average build, and weigh about one hundred and fifty pounds. My hair is still black with only a few flecks of gray. I’ve got deep brown eyes and an infectious smile. I know how to work a room so that the customers come back on a regular basis; I’m on first name terms with most of them. My music is mostly Broadway and old standards. You know: Gershwin, Porter, Berlin, Richard Rodgers and the like. Naturally, my audience is largely made up of guys in their thirties and forties, with very few younger lads, and almost no women. The main attraction of the venue is the bar in the next room: It is a gay stripper bar, which is well known in the town for its hot young men who get down to their briefs while dancing to raunchy “Boom Boom” music. The owners think that my piano bar gives their establishment a touch of class, and I’d have to say they’re right. The strippers are mainly young guys working their way through college. Strangely, not all of them are gay. Some just like turning men on with their naked gyrating bodies and have girlfriends waiting for them at home. All of them are young Adonises. The owners pay top dollar for their dancers, and thus attract only the cream of the crop. I’ve made love to a number of them during my time at the bar. Dickie was the first that spent the night at my apartment. He was a delightful twenty-two-year-old dark haired lad with the face of a sixteen-year-old; you know, smooth chin with a cheeky grin on his face and sparkling blue eyes. I had fallen for him one night when I was off duty and had paid a visit to the bar as a customer. Dickie slowly stripped in front of me looking lovingly into my eyes. I felt that he was giving me a private show even though the room was crowded with lusting gay guys who were as horny for him as I was. I just gasped as he got down to his briefs to show the outline of his soft, uncircumcised cock to me. It was seven inches long. And then, still looking into my eyes, he stroked his cock from outside his briefs until it produced the outline of a ten-inch hotrod. I felt my own cock harden in my shorts and felt a dribble of pre-cum. He totally captivated me. After the show was over, he joined me at the bar dressed in a T-shirt and baggy shorts. He sat down beside me and I bought him a drink. “Did I turn you on, Ralph?” he whispered to me. “Are you kidding?” I replied. “My cock’s still stiff!” It was technically against the law for him to touch anyone at the club, but he discretely checked it out and he smiled as his hand felt my poker, still showing the signs of how much I appreciated his performance. I couldn’t resist pushing my hand up his shorts until I could feel Dickie’s cock begin to swell. “Can I stay at your place tonight?” he asked me. “Me and my boyfriend have had a tiff and I don’t want to go back to him tonight.” I smiled as I realized his reason for giving me such a show. What luck, I thought to myself: One man’s misfortune is another man’s pleasure. “Only if you fuck me,” I said to him with a smile. “Of course,” he whispered to me. “I always pay my rent.” That night was one I’ll never forget. I hadn’t made love to a guy for weeks on end and here I was in bed with such a well-endowed, gorgeous young stud who kissed me and cuddled me with our swollen cocks throbbing with passion between our hot bodies. I was lying on my back when he signaled that he wanted his dick inside me. I opened my bent up legs for him and he knelt between them and pulled back his foreskin to expose his glistening helmet that was gorged with blood. One long lunge took all of his prick into my expectant tube and I gasped with joy at the sheer size and heat of it. Then I pulsed my rectum down on his meat as he started fucking me like a stallion. My cock soon exploded at the thrill of being fucked by such a handsome, adroit young man. A minute or so later, he lost his control and his cock throbbed inside me as he groaned with pleasure. He fucked me twice more that night and, before I fell asleep, I had planned to fuck him back in the morning. But I awoke late for work and had to leave him sleeping in my bed as I dashed off. That evening, I found that he had gone. He must have made it up with his boyfriend and they were probably shagging each other to death. He did come over to my piano that night to thank me, though. I assured him the pleasure had been mine. A week later another hot stripper boy came to see me as I was packing my music away. “Could you do me a big favor, Ralph?” he asked me. “Maybe,” I replied. “What’s on your mind?” “My grandma’s sick and she’s come over to my Mom’s place so that she can be looked after. She’s taken my room and I’m sleeping on the couch. Could I possibly stay in that spare room you’ve got, ‘til she’s better in a week or so?” he asked me. “I would share the bills during my stay; and a little more, if you know what I mean,” he said hopefully. His name was Jeffrey and he was of Swedish descent. How could I refuse such a request from this blond, blue-eyed twenty-one year old stud muffin standing before me? “That’s okay with me, Jeff,” I said. “Come over with your things tonight if you like.” At first, I didn’t see much of him round the apartment since I did have my day job; but eventually we found ourselves off duty at the same time one evening. We chatted together in my living room after I had rustled up a meal for both of us. We were sitting together bare-chested in our shorts on account of the stifling heat that challenged my air conditioner. “Do you have a father at home?” I asked him. “Hell no,” he replied. “He was killed in the Gulf war.” I could see that he was upset at the memory and I felt sorry that I had pressed the wrong button so to speak. I couldn’t help putting my arm around him to comfort him. “Gee I’m sorry,” I whispered in his ear. “I suppose you must miss him a lot.” “Yes,” he replied. “He was a great guy. He was a lot like you.” He then put his arm around my neck and he kissed me on my cheek. I was quite overcome with emotion for this young kid and his loneliness and I just couldn’t help kissing him back. I thrilled at his response: he put his hand down my shorts and squeezed my limp cock. “I want you to make love to me, Ralph,” he whispered to me. “I want your cock inside me.” How could I resist him? Within minutes we were naked in bed together and kissing each other passionately with our cocks standing at attention. Then he opened his legs for me so that my dick could find his sweet pucker. One long thrust took the whole of my hot dick inside him. I felt his body shiver in excitement. I looked into his adoring eyes as I began fucking him slowly and I realized that I was both his father and lover for that night of joy. Then I fucked his horny man-cunt fast and furious until my cock emptied my load of cum deep inside him. His body shivered with bliss again and my dick throbbed in ecstasy. My cock slipped out of him and I pushed three fingers up his rectum and got my head down on his huge erect penis and I sucked him hard. I heard him give out a long moan as his cream filled my mouth and I swallowed it greedily. We slept together every night for weeks on end until his grandma passed away. Then he had to leave because his mother needed him to move in with her again to help her out with the household and expenses. We still have good feelings for each other. Now that I was alone again, I had time to reflect on my past life. I knew that I liked men more than women from the age of five, but it wasn’t until I was eleven and attending summer camp that I found out what a “homosexual” was and I realized that the term applied to me. I fell in love with my best friend, Jon, in high school but, afraid of losing his friendship, I couldn’t risk telling him how I felt about him. Then, just after I turned eighteen, I found out that he felt the same way about me. It all happened one night at a gay bar that I secretly went to now and then in the city. After a few drinks this one time, I felt a hand on my shoulder, which made me turn around. To my surprise it turned out the hand belonged to my pal, Jon. “Do you come here often?” he asked me with a smile. “Yes,” I replied honestly. “I’m gay and I like the atmosphere.” “Me too,” he said softly. He put his arm around me and I sighed with relief that we had come out to each other. That night we made love for the first time and it was wonderful. I found out that Jon was very much a “top” and his thin, nine-inch cock was soon deep inside me. Our lovemaking was much more than a sexy grind in the sack. It was real love at last. I really cared about Jon and he cared about me. Jon came from a family far richer than mine and he had very patrician looks. He was tall and thin with a handsome oblong face, an aquiline nose and piercing blue eyes. His laugh was quite naturally evil and he laughed a lot. We went to different universities after high school but luckily they were in cities close by to each other so that our romance continued through our college years. We worshipped each other’s bodies most nights and always on weekends. We were faithful to each other until, after graduation, our jobs took us to far apart locations. We made sure to get together several times a year even when we were into other relationships. We would just fall into bed with each other and make passionate love for hours on end as if we had never been apart. By the late 1980s, however, we both seemed to meet other partners, and mine actually was the reason why I first started to visit Fort Lauderdale and why I ended up moving there when I did. Then, in 1992, I got a phone call from Jon’s father telling me that my beloved Jon had died in a car accident. I was devastated. I couldn’t even make it to the funeral. After that I got involved in further relationships with a string of guys but none of them lasted as long as the one Jon and I had had. I seemed to have a talent for falling in love with real bastards with emotional issues who cheated on me and abused me in more ways than one. After the last one ended in violence, I became wary of falling for anyone again and I relied on brief encounters to keep my cock and pucker happy. But then I met a sweet young man named William. He just came into my piano bar one night on his own and sat down and listened appreciatively. I couldn’t take my eyes off his handsome face. He had movie star looks and he was only in his early twenties. At one point he asked me if he could sing a song with me. In my experience a guy with his kind of looks who fancied himself as a singer invariably turned out to be tone deaf. And if he could sing well and looked that good, what would he be doing slumming at a piano bar? He pressed on and suggested that he sing “Bring Him Home” from “Les Miserables”. That’s such a difficult number to sing and I just thought that he would make a mess of it. But I indulged him. And he proceeded to knock me and my audience off of our collective feet. That song had never been sung so well. He had the voice of an absolute angel. Then he asked me for a couple of more songs that I knew and his performance confirmed that he was, indeed, a beautiful and truly talented young man. He hung around until the bar closed and I found out that he lived in a town which was a good hour’s drive away. I also learned that he shared an apartment with his mother. Hell, any horny thoughts that I had for him faded. Probably I would never see him again. But I was wrong: he became a regular, showing up every couple of weeks or so to my bar. His singing was a joy to both my customers and myself. He would always stay until the bar closed and he helped me carry my music bag to my car. I was scared of my growing feelings for him. I just didn’t want to get into another relationship that would hurt me again. Then one night he told me that he was hungry and he invited me to an all night diner. I went along with him and we talked until the small hours. Just talking with him was an intimate experience. We had so much in common. I fell in love with him that night. But I still dared not reveal these feelings; it just seemed that a relationship was out of the question. We repeated the experience week after week before he told me that he would just have to buy a condo in Fort Lauderdale to be closer to me. I thrilled at the thought but found it hard to believe he would actually do such a thing. What could a young man like him see in a middle-aged guy like me? But I was wrong again. The next week he called me at home and invited me to his new place only a few minutes drive from my own. I went over with a bottle of wine and rang his doorbell. His door opened and I thrilled at my darling admirer. He was dressed only in see-through black boxer shorts. I gulped at the sight of his lovely dark nipples and his massive thick long cock. He pulled me into his living room and pushed his tongue into my mouth. God it was the softest, most exquisite feeling tongue that I had ever sucked. Then he undressed me and he grabbed my stiff cock and pulled me up to his bedroom. He pushed me down on his bed and pulled off his boxers to let me see his huge ten-inch cock that was beer can thick. I opened my legs for him to take my cherry and my slack tube took all of his cock with ease. Then he fucked me again and again until he screamed out with pleasure. I felt his cock throb and throb inside me and my own dick exploded in orgasm. And after many minutes of touching and kissing, my cock swelled again and it knew that it wanted to fuck this sweet guy. He opened his legs for me as I plunged my meat inside him and I fucked and fucked him until his body shivered with satisfaction. I was deliriously happy with this astonishing young man. I knew I was in love; and I knew he loved me. I also knew this was no ordinary “father/son” kind of thing, either. We were two souls who found each other and just fit together so well, it was truly extraordinary. When I started to tell all my friends about my good fortune, they all began to warn me to “be careful.” “Be careful of what?” I would ask. “Of my money? I don’t have much! That he’s only after me for my 50-year-old body? I should be so lucky! That he should break my heart? I’m so thankful that I’ve found someone that has made me remember I still have a heart that can be broken. He could break it tomorrow, and I’d still be grateful for all he’s already given me. And I’ve been around long enough to know that broken hearts do heal. Be careful of what?” And my friends were all elated for me. We’ve been together now for going on two years now and there’s no sign of us splitting up. My tube and his cock fit perfectly together and we have our music in common, and so much more. I know that he loves me as much as I do him because we’re getting married next week at our local gay church. We are going to London for our honeymoon and then he’ll move into my place so that we can spend the rest of our lives taking care of each other in every way possible. I thank the Lord for my sweet, wonderful William and pray that He looks down on us approvingly. I know that He does. If you liked my story, mail me at excaliber1021439@aol.com.