Gay Erotic Stories

he and i had been lovers for a while. i had left my first lover for him. there may have been some bad behavior on my part. my first lover was out of town and i had picked up the one who would be my next lover in a bar. we got it off and hit it off and started meeting on the sly. many lies and excuses for lateness to the first lover, of course, so that the new one and i could meet when we could. my usual story was that i was supposed to be visiting a friend of mine. this friend was in on the deal and gave me an alibi. he didn’t like my first lover, and was more than willing to help me screw him over. so i was covered when the new one and i went back to his apartment and fucked. i know what i was doing was dirt, but the one who eventually became my second lover was sexually more exciting than the first. is that a good enough reason, boys? it was at the time. this would have been about nineteen-seventy-eight. so, you know. anyway, after about three or four months of fucking around on him, i got up the nerve to break up with my first lover. it was not pretty. a big scene. screaming and threats. the next day i moved into my now-second lover’s apartment, and about two months after that we got a larger place of our own. sure, life was going to get better now. we settled into some form of newly-married domestic bliss. i mean, wasn’t this what we had wanted to do? we were still fucking like unfixed doggies, but then we started doing all the other stuff that comes with a live-in relationship. buying furniture together. trips to the grocery store. meeting his friends and getting to—or having to—like them. having him meet the friends i had left, the ones who hadn’t dumped me after my shameful behavior. going out together and becoming known as a couple. all that stuff. we settled into a routine. he would go to work and i would go to work, and we would come home in the evening, eat and fuck and watch tv and go to bed. don’t ask me how that life could have been much different from life with my first lover. i don’t suppose it was all that different. but my second lover was more masculine and hotter and had a bigger dick. maybe that was all it took to move me at that time. all it took for me to drop one man and go on to another. i can’t say that the sexual energy diminished after we had been living together for a while, but it did transform. if you are one of the men who lived through those years—and i know that some of you are still alive—you know that sex was everywhere and easy to get. sexual fidelity wasn’t an issue with us at first. we were monogamous mostly by default because we were wrapped up in each other and we thought we had some kind of ideal relationship. but there came a point where we had fucked and sucked each other in every possible way and that energy that was all around us became more appealing. i’m not blaming the time. whether it was nineteen-seventy-eight then or nineteen-ninety-nine now doesn’t really mean fuck. we were gay men, and getting dick was then—is now—and always will be—our number one priority. and who would not have been interested—tempted—when every day some guy on the street was offering his cock to you. or several guys in a day were willing to blow you and fuck you and suck you or let you blow, fuck, and suck them until cum was spraying all over everyone. it’s hard to be a saint in the city. the cracks in life—the places where you can fall through—are everywhere. for example. he was a waiter in upscale french restaurant downtown and i worked hotel maintenance out by the airport. sometimes one or the other of us would have to work an evening shift, and the other one would be far away. and alone. a few hours is all it takes. hell, it can take ten minutes to suck somebody off in a hotel restroom. did i start fucking around on him? yeah. did i think he was cheating on me? no, not really. i didn’t think he had the balls. but somehow at some point i knew that he had done something. it was there in the air between us. but nobody said anything. it stayed there. and nobody said anything. i don’t know why we tried to hide our sexual activities from each other. i have heard of the mythological lovers who don’t find it an issue. yeah. right. for a while. i think that maybe we were trying to maintain the image of the perfect romantic couple we had been when we first got together. a couple who didn’t need anything or anyone else to keep us happy or satisfied. whatever the reason, we pretended that the other wasn’t doing what we were doing, lied to each other, and hid the evidence of our sexual crimes. and kept on fucking each other. and that too—having hot sex with each other—was another type of cover. do you understand? but. there was one night when the thing that we had been hiding came out. he had pissed me off for some reason. i left the house, went to the bar, and went home with somebody. for all night. i dreaded going home the next morning. he was there, awake and waiting for me. he was cold and quiet. i wasn’t sure whether he was more upset because i fucked with somebody else, or because i broke the unspoken agreement of hiding it. in any case, he was not the type to make a big scene. a few hard words and it was over. i thought i had gotten off fairly easily. the next saturday, he stayed out all night. i didn’t sleep at all. i was in a fury, picturing him having sex with someone else. when he came in the next morning about six, i let him have it. i was sarcastic. i was mean. i was crying. i hit him. he hit back. it took us quite a while to get over that morning. we went back to hiding it all. sick fucks that we were, that tension fueled our sex life again. jealousy and possessiveness can make you angry and frustrated, and that can turn into something else. a thread of hostility now ran through our sex together. there was rougher sex. sometimes i would take a belt to his ass. sometimes when he fucked me, he fucked me so hard that i couldn’t take it anymore and i’d be telling him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop until he came and my hole was beat to a fuckin’ pulp. guess what. we were coming harder too. so who wanted to stop that? our dicks were short-circuiting our brains, but, hey, that was our life. for maybe a year. i kept getting my rocks off in the park, in the bars, and at work with hotel guests who had a thing for a dark hairy maintenance man like me. my lover was a blond smooth midwestern farm boy. we were a striking pair. we looked like great fucks. which might explain what happened next. we had been getting along fairly well, like i say, for about a year. we were still lying to each other, but on good terms otherwise. we had gone to this levi/leather bar and were talking with our friends, drinking, dancing, and generally hanging out. at one point i went to the restroom. and there was this guy at the urinal next to mine. i didn’t remember ever having seen him in town before. he was tall and blond like my lover, so he was my type. actually, they weren’t that different at all, so i don’t know why this one especially tripped my trigger. but he did. after i finished pissing, i stood there holding my dick and looking over at him and his dick. i know i was making my desire obvious. he seemed to be feeling the same. he was pulling on his cock, making it harder. nobody was paying any attention to us. they were all doing more or less the same thing in other parts of the restroom. showing dicks, grabbing them, going down on them. maybe it was all that activity, seeing all those mouths and hard cocks in action, that got me worked up. i got completely hard and he did too. he reached over for my dick. he wrapped his hand around it and roughly jerked on it two or three times. i let him. i grabbed his dick and pulled on it. it was very big. he looked at me and said “let’s go back here and do something.” “i can’t,” i said. “i’m here with my lover.” “what does that have to do with anything?” “sorry.” he stroked my cock a couple more times, then pulled his meat out of my hand, buttoned up his jeans and left the restroom. i stuffed my hardon back into my pants and went back out to the bar. i found my lover talking to some of our friends. we had some more beers. a few times i saw the blond guy briefly through the crowd in the bar, but we didn’t make eye contact. when i went to the restroom again, i thought he might re-appear, but he didn’t. i watched the guys in the restroom. they were all still groping and sucking. i played with my cock after i had finished pissing, but i was afraid that if i stayed there too long my lover might come in to check up on me. so i left and went to get another beer. when i got back to my lover this time, he was talking to a dark mustached hunk. they were staring into each other’s eyes with that look that said “my cock, your mouth.” damn. when did all this get started? i wasn’t gone that long. fuck. time to defend my property. i swaggered up and stuck my hand down the back of my lover’s pants, fingering the crack in his butt. he introduced me to the guy without missing a beat. did they think i hadn’t seen what had been going on before i got there? i didn’t ask. keep it hidden, remember? we made small talk, basically unhearable in the noise crunch of the bar and the music. we had to talk directly into each other’s ears in order to be heard. the dark guy was real intense, energetic and eager. he leaned into my lover, putting a hand on his shoulder. no doubt he was pouring a line of filth into my lover’s ear. i knew the kind of things he was saying. every now and then, when he thought i wasn’t looking—or did he care?—he put his hand on my lover’s ass or squeezed my lover’s tit through his shirt. my lover was getting turned on, i could tell. i could tell because i could tell that he had a hardon. then the dark guy said something to him that made my lover turn and look at me. had the dark guy seen me and the blond guy in the restroom? was it about to get very ugly in the bar? as it turned out, no. my lover leaned over and said the guy wanted to know if we would be interested in a foursome. i was relieved that i hadn’t been busted, but i did not think much of this idea. although he was alright, i guess, the dark guy did nothing for me, and i was not about to help my lover out. i put on my best blank face. then the blond guy from the restroom walked up. the dark guy grabbed him and whispered in his ear. the blond guy turned and looked at us and nodded hello. this was the dark guy’s lover, of course. now. how could i change my mind without letting my lover or the dark guy see the reason for it. it wasn’t going to be easy. the dark guy ran off to get us more beers and shots. the three of us—me, my lover, and the blond guy—stood there, not saying anything. the blond guy and i had apparently decided to act as if we had just met. fine by me. the dark guy came back, his hands full of drinks. he worked a line of talk back and forth from his lover to mine, trying to get everybody worked up enough to agree to his idea. he didn’t bother with persuading me. it was my lover he was obviously after, and he must have thought i would agree to do anything my lover decided. idiot. in any case, i was glad he was leaving me out of the negotiations. i knew i wouldn’t have to express any interest whatever and it would all fall right into my lap. so to speak. after another round of drinks it became apparent that they were all ready and willing to get their dicks out. they were all looking at me for the final approval. my lover asked me “well, what about it?” i shrugged my shoulders as if to say “why not? i have nothing better to do.” i was too cool for words, although inside i was now as crazy to get cock as they were. we left the bar. we went back to their place. beers were handed out, although i don’t know why anyone thought we needed them. we sat down—side by side by side by side—on their couch and turned on the tv. i was thinking, what is this? but soon enough the dark guy had his arm around his lover’s shoulder, then he was kissing him, and then he was rubbing his crotch. my lover and i started to do the same to each other. the dark guy pulled his lover’s hard cock out of his pants and started to suck him off. he worked his mouth up and down the hard pale shaft i had been holding in the restroom. my lover and i watched them. the head of the blond guy’s dick looked red and juicy as it popped in and out of the dark guy’s mouth. the blond guy leaned against the back of the couch with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head while his lover got his dick wet. i was getting turned on. i pulled my lover’s cock out of his pants and started to suck him. the two getting their dicks sucked turned toward each other and started to make out, unbuttoning their shirts, rubbing their hands over each other’s chests, licking the hair there, then chewing on the nipples. they were getting all hot and bothered as we blew them. the dark guy and me sucked harder. everybody started groaning. what next? what else. we don’t have that many tricks. the dark guy stood up, pushed his pants down and stuck his dick in his lover’s mouth. his dick was not as long, but it was nicely torpedo-shaped. i figured i should copy them so i stuck my dick in my lover’s mouth. we were braced on the couch above them, fucking their faces. i didn’t really want to kiss the dark guy, but he seemed to think it was the thing to do, so i did it. what i was really thinking about was how soon i could get my mouth on the blond’s cock. matters started going my way at this point when the blond guy suggested we move our scene to the bedroom. we got there. everybody dropped their clothes, and we all got on the bed. the dark guy at this point immediately moved to my lover and started to suck him off. he was getting what he wanted. good. now i could get what i wanted. i took that blond’s big white cock in my mouth and started blowing it. i took his dickhead in my mouth and worked on the hole with my tongue. the blond guy put his hands on the back of my head. i opened my mouth further so i could work the whole thick shaft in, then took it down almost to the base. his cock was one of those that tended to curve downward, so when it got to the back of my mouth, it wasn’t much trouble for me to open up and deepthroat the rest of it. my mustache and beard were pushed all the way down into those blond pubic hairs. i heard him moan. i moved up and down so he could feel his entire cock fucking my throat. he liked that. was it all that i had hoped it would be? yes, of fuckin’ course it was. he was hot and his dick was down my throat. that’s all i wanted. that’s all i ever wanted. but then everybody else wanted to get their chance at sucking everybody else’s dick. cock-hungry faggots. cuttin’ in on my action. but i should have known my lover would want that big cock in his mouth. he came over and we both started sucking on the same dick. sometimes one of us would drop down and lick the blond’s balls while the other one blew him. i have to admit that i liked seeing my lover blow the guy. there’s something hot about seeing a cock—whether it’s your own or somebody else’s, whether you say you aren’t concerned or whether you’re burning with jealousy—in your lover’s mouth. the dark guy was down between my and my lover, switching from one of our cocks to the other. then all three of us were licking and sucking on my lover’s dick. it was crowded down there. i remember also there was a point where we were all off the bed, i was on my knees, and going from one cock to another as they stood in front of me. i would blow the blond guy, then my lover, then the dark guy, and then back again, sometimes jerking off two cocks at once with a third in my mouth as they made out above me, kissing and rubbing each other’s chests. it was a hot scene. i was glad they had forced me into it. back on the bed, we moved on to fucking. this was where things started to get a little tricky. i wanted the blond guy to fuck me, but strangely enough it didn’t look like it was going to happen. for some reason, the dark guy was going to get my ass, and the blond guy was going to fuck my lover. i don’t know how that happened. i know that nobody consulted me. maybe this was some kind of trade-off routine that they always did when they brought another couple home. whatever. my lover and i were on our backs with our legs up and they went at it. the dark guy was o.k., but i didn’t really care about him. i said “fuck me, yeah, fuck me, big guy. come on, shove that big cock up my ass.” i could talk like that, just to fake it. my lover was doing the same. but then i started to get afraid that he wasn’t entirely faking it. the blond guy wasn’t fucking him that hard. he was going at it kind of slow, as a matter of fact. but my lover seemed to be eating it up. maybe it was because the blond guy had the biggest cock of any of us. i was trying to watch them while i was getting fucked, which wasn’t too difficult because the dark guy—although he was working with a steady beat into me—kept his head back and eyes closed. he was lost in his own world. i jerked on my cock while i watched my lover getting fucked. i could tell he was having a good time. damn him. then the blond guy leaned forward and whispered something in my lover’s ear. i heard my lover sigh “yes.” the blond guy turned loose. he started fucking my lover fast and hard. i watched his cock slap in and out of my lover’s ass. long hard strokes with that big thick cock. my lover lifted his ass up, begging for it. i started jerking on my dick like crazy. i was so fuckin’ jealous and turned on at the same time. i lifted my hole up. the dark guy tuned into the fact that things had changed. he started pounding my ass really hard too. at this point my words were becoming real. my lover and i were both going “yeah, fuck my ass. fuck my fuckin’ ass, man. yeah, fuck my ass with your big dick.” and the dark guy and the blond guy were going “yeah, i’m going to fuck that hot ass. yeah, i’m fuckin’ your ass good, man. yeah, come on, take my big cock up your ass.” you get the picture? it was just like a video. my lover and i both came by jerking our cocks off while we were getting fucked. when his load shot out, it soaked his face and his chest. my lover was a heavy cummer. seeing him shoot like that while that guy was fucking him made me come harder than i had in a long time. then the other two both came up our asses. nineteen-seventy-eight, remember? everybody collapsed in a pile of naked man, sweat and cum, and fell asleep. well, maybe not everybody. my lover and the dark guy were well out of it, from drinking or exhaustion or whatever. i laid back for a minute or two, but then i sat up and saw the blond guy watching me across their bodies. we didn’t have to say anything. we got up and went back to the living room. he laid on his back on the couch. i knelt on the floor beside the couch and started blowing him. man, it hadn’t been five minutes since he had been fucking my lover with that dirty greasy cock and now i had it in my mouth. he and i synched immediately. “about time,” he said. “yeah,” i laughed. we both got hard again right away. screw the other two. i blew him a while, cleaning off his dick. then i swung my body over his and he sucked my dick while i sucked his. we sucked and licked each other’s balls. we worked over each other’s assholes with our mouths. there was gasping and moaning going on, but we were trying to be a little quiet because we didn’t want to wake our lovers up. he was still on his back when i got off him, turned around to face him, and sat on his dick. i could see then why my lover had been groaning. there’s nothing like a big dick up your ass. i worked up and down on it, jerking his cock off with my asshole. looking down at him was great. he was just my type. blond and built like a football player. basically hairless except for a dark line from his navel to his crotch. his head rolled from side to side as i worked his dick with my butt. one minute his hands were on my hips, shoving me up and down on his cock, then they were rubbing on my hairy chest, pulling on my tits. i liked that. he did too. he was getting close to coming, i could tell, but it seems that he had something else in mind. “i want you to fuck me,” he whispered. “yeah, why not,” i thought. i was ready. my dick was super hard and greasy from jerking myself off while i rode him. i got off his cock and he flipped over on the couch. wide shoulders and a cute round butt. i spread his cheeks and spit on his asshole and used a finger to loosen it up. he loved that. i spit on him down there again and put my dick up against him. i eased my dick into him, and finally i was in. i shoved it in to the base. i had to do it slowly so that he wouldn’t make too much noise, but he kept groaning. what would happen if one of the other two came in here and found us. i didn’t want to think about it. i began to fuck him. i began to fuck him as slowly as he had fucked my lover. it didn’t take much time for us to get all worked up again. after about ten minutes i came up his ass. i got off him, laid down on the floor, and said “put your dick over my face.” he did. i said “give it to me.” he squatted over my face. i worked my way from his balls back to his ass. i lifted up my face and buried it in his butt. i kept eating him out until he said “i’m ready.” i quickly moved out from under his butt so he could come on my face. his loads fell down into my mouth and across my beard. after he had finished squeezing the last drops out, he shook his cock over my face. then he leaned down and used his tongue to lick his cum up. i grabbed his head and kissed him. we used our tongues to mix up his cum and our spit. we both swallowed some of it. when we regained our breaths, we went back and got into their bed again. after about ten minutes i woke my lover up and dragged his sorry ass back home. about a month or two later, my lover and i were in our pickup truck pulling up to another bar for their sunday afternoon tea dance. driving around and looking for a parking place, we saw the dark guy and the blond guy pulling away in their car. my lover said “remember them?” i said “yeah.” he said “that blond guy was hot. i mean, they were both hot, but, man, that blond guy had one big fuckin’ cock.” what are you doing? i said “yeah.” “maybe we should get together with them again sometime.” “whatever.” he glanced over at me. “don’t give me that. you just wish that he had fucked you instead of me.” i thought, “you shit.” my lover snorted dismissively. “god, you get so jealous.” i considered what i was going to do or say. i decided. i’m gonna win this one, you asshole. i said “he did fuck me.” he stopped the truck and turned to me. he said “what?” i said “after you and his lover passed out, we went back into the living room and fucked. he fucked me and then i fucked him.” he said “you’re kidding.” i looked directly at him and said “no, i’m not.” he stared at me. he said “why don’t you just cut my fuckin’ heart out with a knife.” just did, motherfucker.