Gay Erotic Stories

My most recent double suck involved a big, thick, juicy, uncut black cock and a cute, short, thin, uncut white cock. This happened in July at a gay club in Columbus, Ohio. After getting a room, getting naked (except for a revealing white towel) and cruising around the place to get oriented, I sat down in a dimly-lit passageway next to an ashtray and lit up a smoke. As I was enjoying my cigarette, several hunks walked by. My eye was soon caught by a black hunk about 5'10", 200 lbs., with a bit of a belly, but who showed me about four soft inches of his thick, uncut black tubesteak just begging for some oral service. I smiled at him and asked him if he'd like me to swing on his cock for a while. He smiled back, and I took him to my room and had him lie back while I began to worship his big black cock. I also left the door to the room open in case somebody else got horny watching us and wanted to join in. My head was facing the open door as I lowered my wet, warm mouth to his groin and inhaled his hot, musky scent, while my eyes feasted on this thick, soft, ebony dick that I was about to suck. I opened my lips and took the head of his fuckstick into my willing mouth and began to suck the soft head of his cock while running my tongue under his velvety loose foreskin, feeling his inches of thick blackness begin to grow thicker, longer and harder, stretching my mouth and going deeper and deeper as I continued to swallow him inch by wonderful inch. It had been a while since I had sucked a cock, and I just got lost in the feeling of satisfying that hot manmeat, licking, sucking, nibbling, moaning, and making contented cocksucking-sluping sounds around this marvelous black cock. He began to appreciate my efforts and started encouraging me, saying things like: "Oh, yeah, suck my big black dick, baby. Ooooh, that's it, swallow that cock, uuumhh! Oh, you really love sucking that big dick, don't you baby?" Since my mouth was full, I could only moan on his cock and nod my head as I bobbed up and down, while he began to fuck my face in a primitive rhythm. He continued, "Oh yeah, suck it! Eat my dick! Oooohh!" My partner is usually the one who goes on the road trips with the Atlanta Braves. Together we work as the team ophthalmologists. Last weekend when the Braves went to Montreal for a series with the Expos, he was not able to get away because of a family commitment. That was his loss and my gain! Generally what we do is boring when it comes to eye care for a professional sports team. We also serve in the same capacity for the Falcons and the Hawks. We have an occasional injury but mostly deal with contact lens related problems. On Sunday, the Mets lost and the Braves won which lead to winning the National League East Division race. The locker room was a circus. The players all had champagne and were spraying it everywhere. It got into the eyes of some of the players, but it was John Rocker who had the most problems. You probably saw him almost in tears as his eyes burned from the champagne when he was interviewed. It was probably the sunscreen that washed into his eyes that caused all the trouble. John had one of the trainers ask for me to see him, so I had a quick look at him with my portable equipment that I brought from Atlanta. He was soaking wet from head to toe. His undershirt was form fitting over his 6'4" 210 pound frame. His pec muscles were defined and nipples were hard because of his being cold from the champagne soaking. I tried several times to examine him, but his being cold led to his shivering. The movement made it impossible for me to do the exam. I said, "John, you look cold." He said, "I am; I need to get out of these wet clothes." I told him that would be fine, and that I did not mind waiting for him to do that. He said, "Doc, I would like to take a shower too, is that OK?" I said sure, go ahead. I'll wait for you here in the lounge. He said, come on with me to the showers, we can talk while I get out of these wet clothes. I followed him into the shower area when he peeled off his clothes. First he took off his shoes and baseball pants. That left him in his t-shirt and jock. I almost swallowed my tongue as I saw how massive his thighs and glutes were. He lifted his arms as he pulled off the wet t-shirt and exposed a defined back and as he turned i saw the wonderful pecs that were alluded to by the wet cotton that I saw earlier. He smiled at me as he turned around standing there in his jock. His cock was about 6" soft in the jock basket. He said, "Doc, I think my eye is beginning to feel rough just now, can you get a closer look at if for me now?" I started to move closer and at that point he grabbed me and planted his lips on mine. I could not believe that John Rocker was doing this. I'm a athletic guy--5'10" 170 with a defined muscular body, but my clothes don't really reveal that. John then said, "Doc, I have always wanted to do that from the first time I saw you at a game. Your hot body has been in my thoughts for a long time now, and now I'm glad you know." At that point, I could been his cock start to harden as it pressed against my stomach. His strong arms held me close to him. He said, "Why don't you get more comfortable while I shower--you can join me once you get out of those clothes." I sat my things down on the bench and went into the shower room with him. The hot steam was rising in the air and you could hardly see in the shower area. I was walking around slowly as I felt someone come from behind and place their hands on my shoulders. John said, "Doc, just relax. I want to take good care of you." At that point he walked in front of me and got on his knees. The second his hands touched my chest, electricity sparked through my nipples and down to my cock. As it sprung to life, I could feel his tongue flick my piss slit. He began to devour my cock and his lips grasped the head and moved down the shaft to take all of me down his throat. What seemed like hours of pleasure was soon coming to an end as I felt my balls swell to release a load of cum. I said that I was coming, but he wanted to keep me in his mouth so that he could have every drop of my prize. My muscles tightened as one of the most intense orgasms I ever had began. Spasm after spasm released copious amounts of semen--he swallowed it all. He looked up at me with a small trail of cum hanging from the corner of his mouth. He said, "Doc, you are a stud. I want to continue to please you, tell me what you want." At that point I was almost totally exhausted. I looked down at him and told him to stand up. His cock stood straight out--a full 10 inches. I was long but not painfully thick; and I thought it would be great for him to ride my ass. He had me lean against the shower walls with my hands up against the shower. Water trickled down my body. He teased my ass with his cockhead, whispering how he was going to make my body feel like an electric current was going through me. I told John I had never been with a man before tonight, so be gentle. He placed a finger in my ass. I felt my cock come to life again as he massaged my prostate. He added as second then a third finger as he worked on my ass for about 15 minutes. Then he took the cockhead and placed it in my ass and told me to strain like I was taking a shit. I did this and his 10" shot up my ass. It felt so intense I thought I was splitting in half. As that feeling subsided, I could feel him moving in and out of my ass. I was getting ready to cum again and I felt him begin to tense up. We came together--he up my ass and me all over the shower wall in front of me. The sex we had was great. I was exhausted as was he. We began to hear voices around the corner so we began to soap up and he moved to the shower head three away as Chipper and Smoltz came in. Chipper said, "Doc, what are you showering for?" I told him that I got sprayed with champagne when they did, so I wanted to get clean and put on dry clothes before we left for the plane. John winked at me. I can hardly wait for the Braves to win the National League playoffs with more Champagne.