Gay Erotic Stories

Okay, it’s my turn. This is a true-life story. I am thirty-eight now and this happened about three years ago. My ex and I were in the midst of a slow painful break-up although we didn’t know it at the time. Although we still loved each other, it had become painfully obvious that we weren’t meant to live together. We just couldn’t seem to get along well. We had just moved into a smaller apartment and what a mistake that was. We couldn’t get away from each other. The apartment and the apartment complex turned out to be somewhat of a lemon. It was really the final catalyst that caused us to split up. I had always been attracted to men but had always told myself that it was natural for all guys to have some degree of attraction to other guys but I had never acted upon the impulse other than a couple of circle jerks in junior high some twenty years ago. With worsening household tensions and boredom, I began seeking company and conversation online. At first I was just looking for people to talk to but inevitably I ended up in the people-looking-for-sex chat rooms. During some of my initial forays into these chats, I discovered (although I guess I always knew) just how boring women could be. Talk about a total turn-off. Either they were looking for relationships or they were just downright slutty. Call it a double standard if you want, but I find slutty women just completely gross and a major turn-off, but for some reason I find the same behavior in men to be intoxicating. More and more I found myself in the men-seeking-men chats. Mostly I found myself talking to married guys in the “bi-curious” types of rooms. I didn’t really feel comfortable at the time talking to “out” gay guys. It was as if talking to them would some how make me gay too—ain’t that a kick in the pants. I suppose my online jerk-off sessions with these guys would have continued indefinitely if things had remained the same, but then as luck would have it my wife took a job traveling out of town during the week. It wasn’t planned, I swear, but the very first time she went out of town overnight, I was online talking to another married guy who lived close by and he invited me over for a “hook up.” Although I had been jacking off in cyber space with other guys for several months, I hadn’t actually considered getting with one. But what the hell…if the wife wasn’t going to put out for me, then I should be able to get what I wanted somewhere else. This guy’s invitation confirmed something else I had thought as well—which is it is almost always easier to get in a man’s pants than a woman’s even with the same amount of effort. So I figured why waste time trying to hook up with a woman when men are such a sure bet. So I said yes. It was about two in the morning when he said to come on over. Since I didn’t have to be at work until 10 a.m. I decided that it wasn’t too late for me if it wasn’t too late for him. He lived on a small farm about ten miles away. He said he had a barn in front of his house about fifty yards away that would be a perfect rendezvous—it was private, I could approach it easily from the road without looking suspicious, he could get to it without leaving home and arousing the suspicions of his wife. I pulled up about twenty minutes later, parked and went into the barn. He was watching for me from the house and I saw him leave his porch and start over to the barn. About half way from the barn to the house was a fluorescent street lamp. From this light I could see that he was slightly balding, short bearded and mustached with a good build—handsome, masculine, hot. He was wearing a t-shirt, briefs, and work boots. When he got to the barn we went up into the loft. The open loft door faced the house and the street lamp. This gave us enough light to maneuver without getting hurt or falling. He didn’t say much when he got into the loft. From that point on it was hot smelly sweat man sex. Although I think he could tell I was new at this, he seemed to want to take control of the situation. So I did. Of all the things I am, shy is not one of them. I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him gently but firmly to his knees on the floor in front of me. Without further prompting he reached forward to my waist and unzipped my fly. When I am not at work I rarely wear underwear. If I wear anything at all, I wear a jock strap. I love the feel of denim rubbing on my cock and ass. That night it served me in good stead. He pulled my already hard dick out through my unzipped fly. He wanted to go down on my cock right away but I wanted him to tease my dick a little first, so I grabbed his hair to stop him. He looked up at me expectantly and waited. I leaned forward just a little and rubbed my cock ever so lightly against his cheeks, feeling his rough beard rub against my sensitive dick head. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. Having never done something like this before, I was so fucking turned on it’s a wonder I didn’t shoot my wad all over his face right then. I told him I was going to put my dick in his mouth when I was ready and that I wanted him to keep his mouth closed until I told him it was okay to swallow me. For what seemed like a long time but was probably only five minutes, at most I contented myself with just rubbing myself all over his rough face and soft lips without actually penetrating his mouth. Finally I positioned my cockhead at his lips and said very softly for him to open his mouth and let me in. I told him gently but firmly that I had better not feel his teeth at all. He looked at me, opened is mouth just a little, and let me slide in. I pushed in very slowly, letting myself enjoy the softest mouth I had ever been in. Just like he had been doing it his whole life (as far as I knew he had been doing it his whole life), he swallowed me all the way to the base of my seven-inch dick without gagging once. Once I was in all the way to my pubes, I just held his head there feeling the warmth of his mouth and throat surrounding my sensitive cock. I could feel the back of his throat gently tickling the underside of my dick head. Very slowly I began to pump his throat just a little—only moving back and forth about an inch. The sensations rising out of my groin were incredible. No woman had ever held my dick like this or made it feel this good. I finally had to stop him before I came. I told him it didn’t want to shoot my wad in his mouth. I wanted to fire my first wad with a man up his asshole. I told him I was going to put my cock up his ass. He nodded his assent. He had fortunately had the presence of mind to bring lube and condoms—in my haste from excitement at the prospect of fucking a man, I ran out of my place with no such sundries. He took his clothes off and then I had him undress me. I made him take off my boots first, then my pants. I put my boots back on and left my shirt and cap on. We moved the hay bale over so that it was right in front of the loft door looking out over his farm. With the half-light from the moon and the street lamp, it was an incredibly hot scene. I told him to put a condom on me; then I told him to get up, turn around, and bend over a hay bale that was in the loft. With him leaning over the hay bale, I stepped up behind him and started to position my dick at his asshole. But as I did so I realized there was something else I wanted to do first. With this hot man’s ass sticking up in the air before me, it seemed the most natural thing to do: I leaned down and forward and began to eat his hole. Any day before that day if you had ever told me that I was someday going to eat some nasty man’s shithole, I would probably have laughed in your face or hit you. But that night I couldn’t stop myself. The hot man sweat stink coming out of his ass crack was abso-fuckin’-lutely intoxicating. I couldn’t stop myself. I put my nose in that smelly crack and licked for all I was worth. I tried to stick my tongue so far up his smelly hole that it would come out of his mouth. I got that crack so sloppy fucking wet we didn’t even need the lube when I stood up to fuck him. It drove him nearly out of his fucking head too. I had to shove his shorts in his mouth to shut him up. I stood up behind him and put my hard-as-a rock cock head up to his ass and pushed. I like to be in control but I am not a pain freak. I did not just slam my cock in. I pushed it in slowly, gently, and firmly little bit at a time. His ass was the tightest thing I have ever put my cock in. It was fucking incredible. My shaft sank in centimeter by centimeter until I was up to my pubes deep in him. He kept clamping and unclamping his sphincter around my dick and the pulses put me on the edge. Fortunately I have fairly good control so I was not in immediate danger of blowing my load too soon. I don’t usually go for a fast and furious fuck; I like it to last. That fucker was all over that hay bale while I slow pumped his ass in the loft overlooking his wife’s bedroom. I put that fucker in every position that was comfortable to try in that barn. I have to say my favorite position with the women in my life has always been doggie-style, and it was no exception with this guy. I got him up on all fours on the hay bale where I could reach around in front of him and play with his nips while I was pumping his hole. It was worth the effort: the more I stimulated his tits, the more pulsing his asshole did around my dick. All good things must end though. After fucking him for the better part of what seemed like a half hour, I was too close to stop. I let go of his nipples and reached around for his dick. I hadn’t had another guy’s dick in my hand since those long ago circle jerks and his was a big one. I pumped him the way I like to pump my own when I masturbate. I can’t say we came at the same time but he was not far behind me. My cock swelled maximally as I shot my load up his butt. In turn he started pumping his load all over my hand. We stayed like that for a little while as we both came down out of the clouds. As a last perverse twist on my part, I made him clean his cum off my hand with his tongue. We got dressed and I left. All that with very few words; I didn’t even learn his name that night. We got together a few more times, the last time actually during the day in his own bed while his wife was at work.