Gay Erotic Stories

I met him at Home Depot. I needed some home repair items, plus it's a great place to cruise for guys. I stopped in my tracks when I first saw him. So big -- 6'4", 230 pounds -- in what I would soon come to know as his trademark outfit of jeans and t-shirt and work boots; tan, brown hair starting to gray, in his mid-to-late 40s. So big, so handsome. I started following him along from aisle to aisle pretending to look for things. He seemed so masculine and rugged I figured he must be straight and I thought I'd just get an eyeful of him and then go home and add him to my catalog of masturbatory fantasies. Imagine my shock and surprise when he took a couple of steps toward me and said, "If a hot guy like you keeps following me around like this, I'll have to ask you to come home with me for some really great sex." That was six months ago. He has many men in his life, some casual encounters in the park, some lovers, and many in between. I am definitely in between those extremes, with fuck buddy status, coming over to see him at his place once a week. He takes his t-shirt off and I am always amazed by the contrast between his tan arms and neck, and pale torso. He's hairy, but not excessively so. A nice crop on his chest and belly, the hair in the middle of his chest turning silvery-gray like so many guys his age. Sometimes he'll smack his belly full-handed with a resounding THWACK and a reddish print of his hand will clearly show through the fur on his pale skin. He sits down to take off his work boots and socks, and I am busy getting naked. I am much shorter and smaller than he is, and he is such a great physical specimen that I feel insecure and wonder what he sees in me. But he is as physically attracted to me as I am to him. I don't know why, I just accept it and revel in it. He stands up and takes off his pants. Like a lot of physically big men, his genitals are extremely large. Like a lot of men with really big genitals, he wears jockey shorts to keep them in place. They are usually worn thin and loose and I can sense rather than see the heavy burden swaying between his legs as he shucks off his jeans. I'm naked by this time, with my hairy erection straining upward in the air. I walk over to him and pull his jockey shorts down and he is naked in front of me just like so many times before. His testicles are not only very large -- the size of jumbo eggs -- but his scrotum is very loose and they dangle down between his ham-like thighs. Sometimes we start to make love sitting on the floor, and they lie on the floor between us. His penis is probably about 7" when fully erect, but very, very thick. Like a lot of men his age, he is uncircumcised. Before his erection is full, he likes to push the heads of our cocks together, and then stretch his foreskin over both our cock heads to there is the appearance of one continuous penis between us. But it isn't long before he is fully engorged and erect. The head of his penis is enormous, like a small baby's fist. It stretches the foreskin tight over it, and the angry red tip pokes out. Sometimes, I'll use the pre-cum that is leaking out of him all the time, or a couple of drops of lube, and take my fingers and just slowly roll his foreskin back and forth, on and off the huge, purple engorged head of his cock. When he's really horny, that can be enough to bring him off the first time. His sex drive is unbelievable. Even if I'm only there for an hour or so, he'll get off twice. Over the course of a long lazy afternoon, four five or even six times isn’t that unusual. On more than one occasion I have been so drained my balls ached, and as I helped him ease his genitals back into his jockey shorts, I would feel his penis stiffening and lengthening yet again and need to give him some more treatment. He isn't a top, which is terrific because it would be virtually impossible to accommodate his beautiful big penis inside me. Though I know if he ever asked, I would have no choice but to submit. No, he’s a very enthusiastic bottom. One of the first times, I had my thumb up his anus, stimulating his prostate. I reached between his legs to grab the heavy dangling scrotum and placed it in the fingers of the same hand, so I was working his anus and balls with one hand, while jacking his heavy thick phallus with the other. His head kept pushing lower and lower onto the bed and his haunches lifted higher in the air. Eventually I removed my hands and he stayed in that position, looking like a beautiful hairy submarine trying to dive. He said nothing and made no movement. "Do you have any condoms?" I asked. Wordlessly, he extended one hand and pointed to the bedside drawers. In it were a rainbow of every possible size and style. I selected one, rolled it on, and mounted him. In one smooth, clean full thrust I was in him to the hilt. I'm not crazy about anal, but it's okay, and I can make it last 15 minutes easily, up to an hour if the guy on the bottom likes it. He loves it that way, and will often jack himself off twice while I am continuously inside him. As horny as he is, it's amazing the way he gets off. Pants and gasps and whimpers escalate to groans -- often shouts -- of the pleasure he is experiencing in his massive genitals. When he comes, instead of the fast, shooting squirts that come out of me, it is more of a gradual leaking, as thick, jelly-like strands just fall out of his body. The smell of his semen is acrid and sweet, and the amount is copious. Without the drama of a big squirt, nonetheless by the time he is done, a truly monumental amount of fluid has been expelled from his body, accompanied by those beautiful cries of pleasure. I don't know where our relationship is going, or even if we really have one. Our sex is so intense, and we are so into each other. But it is clearly purely physical. He has never expressed any curiosity about me or my life, and there are mental and emotional boundaries that I am not meant to cross. That's okay. He is just so smokin' hot. And he evidently feels the same way about me. Guess that will have to do. Any comments write to woozer41@aol.com