Gay Erotic Stories

This just happened to me last month (November, 2001) and I wanted to get it out there for others to enjoy. It was the last night of my two-week vacation in Thailand, and I was spending it at a pub a few doors down from my hotel on Khao San Road, the backpacker ghetto of Bangkok. I had an early flight back to Los Angeles the next morning, so I wasn’t really looking to stay out late. I was just having a drink and minding my own business, which is how the really great stories always start out. While downing a couple of beers I got into a conversation with another American guy at the bar. I don’t even remember which one of us spoke up first; I think Brad and I just naturally felt comfortable talking with each other because we were so much alike. At 5’7” and roughly 150 pounds we were identical in size. I guessed that like me, he had been a collegiate wrestler, and from his muscular build and near-zero body fat I could tell that again like me, a good hard workout was still an important part of his daily routine. From our conversation I placed Brad at 28, four years younger than I am, and he had sandy blond hair and green eyes, while my eyes are hazel and my hair dark brown. Otherwise we might have been mistaken for brothers, maybe even twins. We hit it off immediately. In five minutes’ time I felt like I’d known him for years. As we shared a few more rounds and traded travel stories, life histories, and random thoughts and observations, it occurred to me that this guy whom I had just happened to meet at a bar in Bangkok could easily become one of my closest friends. “Travel,” he was saying, “is all about new experiences. Being out here, halfway around the world, you’ve got to push the limits. It’s all about going places you’ve never been before, doing things you’ve never done before.” “So, what kind of experiences are you looking for?” I asked. “Tonight,” he said, I’d love a good blow job.” I was a bit startled. “You’ve never had a blow job before?” I asked in disbelief. “I’ve had plenty of blow jobs,” he said, “but I’ve never given one before.” And then he leaned in closer, look deep into my eyes and asked, “How about it?” My heart rate slowed to a near standstill as my brain fumbled for a response. I’d been nothing but straight since Day One; I’d never circle-jerked, tag-teamed, or so much as been in the same room while another guy got laid. I had occasionally fantasized about sex with guys, and had even visited a couple of gay websites, mostly to read a couple of erotic stories as a prelude to spending some quality time with myself. But the gays I knew were either feminine and fruity or creepy and weird, and I wasn’t attracted to them in the least. I’d long since convinced myself that my male-on-male fantasies were only in the abstract, and I had no interest in a flesh-and-blood man. Now, however, I found myself with pounding heart and short breath, face-to-face with a guy that I suddenly knew I couldn’t resist. I nearly choked trying to spit out the words: “Let’s go.” Back in my hotel room, I bolted the door and we peeled off our shirts and stood grinning at each other for a moment, checking out our chests, shoulders and abs. Then we quickly kicked off our shoes and dropped our shorts, as if taking the plunge to ensure that there could be no turning back. Instantly we wrapped our arms around each other and locked lips, pressing the whole of our bodies together, nipple to nipple, navel to navel, and hardening cock to hardening cock. I felt his muscular arms around me, my own arms stretched around his muscular back, the roughness of his two-day growth rubbing against mine, our tongues mingling, his full seven inches pressed between our abs alongside my six, and I knew that this was what I’d been longing for all my life. We kissed for uncounted minutes and then Brad moved slowly down my body and knelt before me. He squeezed my ass cheeks and hams with his strong hands, tentatively touched the tip of his tongue to the head of my cock, and then took it gently between his lips. Brad moved his lips slowly down my shaft, his tongue swirling around the head and exploring all the sensitive areas of my cock, sending waves of pleasure rocking through my body. Maybe it was being so far from home, or the excitement of getting head from a totally cool, masculine, gorgeous guy that was making my heart jolt with every beat; I didn’t care. This first-timer was giving me the most intense blowjob of my life. He took me in all the way to the pubic hair and then pulled back and teased the head of my cock with his tongue before sucking it in again. It felt so good I could barely stay on my feet. I rested my hands on Brad’s meaty shoulders while his head bobbed up and down on my cock. I glanced down at his muscular arms hugging my thighs, his back flexing as he bent his neck forward to swallow my cock, and I felt my head swell to the bursting point. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes before my hands were clasped tightly around the back of his head and I was blowing my load down his throat. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard, or for so long. When I had finally shot my wad, Brad sucked my cock long and slow, making sure to swallow down every last drop of my juices. Then he gave my cock a couple of playful licks and kisses, and rose to his feet. I wrapped my arms around his neck to support myself, afraid I might buckle at the knees. Brad held me close and kissed me deeply. I could taste the remnants of my own semen still lingering on his tongue. Now it was Brad’s turn. I maneuvered him to the bed, laid him down, gave him a long last kiss and told him to lie still. I began working my way gradually down his beautifully conditioned body, licking and kissing each nipple, then moving my lips and tongue along the center line of his stomach, over his rippled abs and finally to his waiting cock. Cupping his balls with one hand and stroking his stomach with the other, I licked his cock long and slow from end to end until it was good and stiff. I teased the sensitive ridge around his head with my tongue, then wet my lips and gently took him in. I wanted to make sure that I gave Brad as good a time as he had shown me, and from the low moan he let out I knew I was doing the right thing. I slid my lips up and down his shaft, taking him in deeper and deeper until the head of his cock was pressing against the back of my throat. Brad began to stir and whimper softly, and I held him down and kept right on going, working his cock harder and faster with every stroke. The enjoyment I got from making this virile guy squeal with pleasure was immense. He moaned and squirmed on the bed, and I pinned him down with all my weight and picked up the pace. Brad began to cry out but caught himself, grabbed the bed sheets with both fists, and suddenly a burst of hot goo spurted over my tonsils. He came and came and came, and I swallowed down all of his fluids, moving my head to the rhythm of his gushing cock. When the contractions subsided and his cock softened I milked it as he had done for me, squeezing the last drops of his warm, creamy juice into my mouth and letting them slide down my throat. Then I stretched out beside him, hugged him warmly and gave him a taste of his own semen. Sucking Brad’s cock had made my own hard again, and this time I knew where it wanted to go. I was too embarrassed to ask for it, since that hadn’t been part of the plan, so I began massaging Brad’s shoulders and he happily rolled over and let me rub down his back. I gradually moved my hands lower and lower until I was massaging his butt cheeks, and then “accidentally” let a finger glide along the crack of his ass. Brad picked up on the idea instantly, and to my surprise he reared back, exposed his asshole to me and said, “Oh, yeah—give it to me!” Luckily my travel kit was on the bed stand. I reached for it but knocked it onto the floor, and fumbled around until I found my bottle of skin lotion. I squeezed out a healthy gob and lubed up my cock, and with two fingers smeared a stripe across Brad’s asshole. His body was rigid with anticipation. I couldn’t wait. I mounted him and tried to force it in, but it wouldn’t go. I tried again, and a third time, but despite Brad’s encouragement, his ass wouldn’t let me in. “Okay,” I said, “relax. Let’s start over.” I eased off of Brad and massaged his back and thighs, working the tension out of his muscles until he calmed down and loosened up. He was as relaxed as he would ever be, and my aching cock was still lubed, ready, and stiff as a flagpole. I approached slowly this time, pressing the head of my cock gently to his asshole, and with a little yelp from Brad it slipped inside. Slowly, slowly I slid my cock into his ass while Brad let out a low groan that seemed a mixture of pain, pleasure, and animal instinct. When I was buried to the balls I asked Brad if he was okay, and he only replied in a hoarse whisper, “Fuck me—fuck me!” I started pumping Brad’s ass slow and easy. He was so tight, I felt like I was pushing into virgin territory with every stroke. It felt fantastic. Brad was grunting and panting heavily, which made me want to give it to him all the more. I held him close against me, resting my weight on his muscular lower back, pressing my cheek between his shoulder blades and wrapping my right arm around his body to stroke his chest. With my left hand I reached around to his cock and found it already hardening, so I massaged it gently and in no time it grew long and stiff. Brad began to buck and thrash on the bed, moaning loudly, and I held on tight for the ride, driving my rod relentlessly into his ass while I jacked his cock. Suddenly my hand was full of hot, sticky goo—Brad was shooting his wad! This pushed me over the edge. I erupted into a shuddering orgasm and we came together, Brad spurting his load over the bed sheets while I hosed down his insides. Finally, spent, I rolled over onto my back and Brad curled up beside me, rested his head on my stomach and draped his arm across my waist. By this time I knew that the evening wouldn’t be complete until Brad’s cock was in my ass. It surprised me how easily the thought came to me; I had never even fantasized about that before. The very idea had always repulsed me. But now, not only was I willing to consider it, I wanted it and I needed it. Badly. The only question was whether Brad could get up for another round. I ran my hand around his shoulder and along his side, reached under his arm and massaged his chest and abs, slowly working my way toward his crotch. Brad sighed appreciatively as I lightly rubbed his cock and balls. He moved up alongside me and stretched out on his back, flexing his back into the mattress as I stroked his body from chest to groin. It wasn’t long before his cock stirred and sprang to life. I squeezed and stroked it until it was hard and ready. I handed Brad the bottle of lotion and he grinned broadly. When Brad entered me I thought my intestines were going to burst. His cock felt so huge inside me, but it also reached deep inside and stimulated me in a way I had never felt before. As he pumped my ass I dismissed the pain and focused on the indescribable enjoyment I was feeling. I relished the sound of his quick, desperate breath, his strong arms squeezing my sides; his ripped chest pressed to my back, his cock finding its way into places I never knew existed. He began driving into me faster and harder, and I forgot all sensation of pain and became aware only of Brad’s incredible body engulfing me, his ecstatic moaning and his cock plunging again and again into my pleasure center. I lightly squeezed his cock with my ass cheeks, and Brad groaned loudly. I felt his whole body tighten as he thrust his cock hard into my ass, again, and again, and again. His cock began to soften inside me and his breathing became deep and easy. He pumped me a few seconds longer and then pulled out and we collapsed together onto the bed, exhausted and breathless. In a steamy Thai hotel room with no air conditioning, it wasn’t long before we untangled ourselves, rolled over and lay side by side on our backs. Brad reached over and gently rested his hand on my crotch. “Brad,” I said, “it doesn’t make any difference to me, but I still need to know. Was this really your first time?” “Oh, yeah,” he sighed. “I’ve been wanting to do this a long time, but now I’m glad I waited. I’m so glad it was you.” I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face, thinking about how lucky I was to be lying next to a guy like Brad, the remnants of his semen still lingering on my tongue and coating my insides. It was barely three hours before my alarm went off. Brad grumbled and began to stir; I put my arm around him and quieted him, signaling that he should stay put, and he happily buried his face in the pillow and went back to sleep. I rose, showered, pulled on some clean clothes and packed my gear away in my bag. Brad was sleeping soundly, so I wrote my address and phone number down on a piece of scrap paper and tucked it into the pocket of his shorts, still lying in a heap just inside the doorway. I took a last long look at that incredible stud sprawled across my bed, his muscular body glowing in the early morning light. Then I shouldered my bag, quietly closed the door behind me and headed downstairs to check out of the room and catch a taxi to the airport. A postcard arrived last week from Brad in Vietnam. He’ll be traveling through Asia four more months, and plans to stop off in L.A. on his way home. I can’t wait to see him again. In the meantime, if this story hit home, drop a line to Justaregulardude@aol.com. I’d like to hear from some buds who can relate.