Gay Erotic Stories

He entered the steamy locker room, wearing only a small white towel around his masculine loins. He appeared to be about thirty years old, with dark blonde wavy short-cropped hair and a thick blonde moustache. He hadn’t shaved for about three days, judging by the length of his facial whiskers. As the man walked past me, my nostrils were raped by his musky, sweaty male aroma. He definitely hadn’t showered yet. I could see small pieces of sawdust in his chest hair, hinting that he was probably a construction worker. His large biceps and tanned upper torso seemed to verify my conclusion. Suddenly the man stopped in front of one of the steel lockers. He lowered himself in a squatted position after opening the locker door, busily looking for something on the floor of his locker. A huge, wrinkly, hairy bag hung down between his thighs, nearly touching the cold tile floor of the room. I could see two large orbs the size of goose eggs encased in the sack of skin. I tried to make out the form of his prick, but could not see clear enough. The shadow produced from the towel prohibited me in enjoying a clear view of the rest of his massive genitals.

After finding what looked like a bar of soap, the stud raised up off of his heels, turned around towards where I was seated against the wall and started walking in my direction. A certain nervousness came over me, an excitement that stirred in my belly, erupting into this intense desire of lust. He approached me and without warning stopped in front of me, dropping the small white towel and placing both hands defiantly on his hips. A massive, thick, uncut prick began to erect within inches of my face. I could smell the unwashed male odour of his hairy crotch. A burning feeling of lust was causing my stomach to cramp together. My hands began to tremble. His huge cock was now fully erect. The foreskin was forced halfway back, exposing the purple coloured gland head. The piss slit stared at me causing his large member to look like a fat one-eyed serpent. A copious wad of thick white fluid gushed out of the gaping hole, forming a long sticky string and dropping downwards. I couldn’t resist any longer and stuck my tongue out to catch the pre-cum juice of this genuine male stud. I wanted all that his prick had to offer. The fluid landed on my outstretched tongue. I savoured the sweet, salty taste. Without warning, he grabbed the back of my head and forced my face into his smelly sweaty crotch. His male odour was overpowering. His crotch smelled of old piss, stale semen and rancid sweat. He then released my head and took his raging hard prick in his hands, slapping it against my right cheek. He then took the lusty member and pulled the moist foreskin all the way back, rubbing the wet rank gland across my lips like a huge lipstick. I opened my mouth and engulfed the huge magenta coloured dickhead, wrapping my tongue around the spongy ridge, lingually masturbating his slab of malemeat. The man began to groan. It was a deep guttural groan, coming out of the depths of his lusty soul. He was enjoying what I was doing to his hard cock. He again placed his large callused hands on the back of my head and pushed my face downwards onto his hard manpole. I tried to swallow as much of the huge member as I could, but had difficulty taking the entire thing into my mouth. He bucked forwards with a powerful thrust while at the same time holding my head solidly between his muscular hands, forcing his male member deep into me, raping my oral cavity. I was gagging as he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth, fucking my face wildly, wanting to release the pent-up sperm of his oversized testicles. The smell of his crotch and the raping of my mouth was too much for me. My dick was hard as a rock and I was close to cumming. I hadn’t even touched myself. I didn’t need to. I was about to unload. My dick began to jerk and gobs of thick white fluid squirted out of my cock, landing on the hairy thighs of the muscular stud standing in front of me.

For the first time the man spoke. “I’m cumming!” he groaned in a deep bass voice. “Take it!” he commanded, holding my face in his raunchy hirsute crotch. I could feel his rock hard member begin to spasm in my mouth. Suddenly a flood of hot searing male semen spurted out of his spasming cock into the depths of my throat, burning the sensitive lining as it flowed down into my belly. The penis had a life of its own. It squirted gobs of healthy male sperm into my waiting mouth. I could not swallow fast enough. His cum began to flow out of the right corner of my mouth, dropping unto the tile floor with a loud splat. Suddenly with one last jerk, the huge dick unloaded its last wad of thick cream. I held his now softening member in my mouth, not wanting to ever let go of this perfect piece of masculinity. Without warning, he playfully slapped the side of my head and pulled his soft dick out of my mouth. “Thanks mate! That was great!” He picked up his white towel and turned around, exposing his white globular arse cheeks as he headed to the shower room. The last I saw of him was his pale hairy arse as the door slammed shut behind him.