Gay Erotic Stories

We went out for a fantastic outdoor rendezvous yesterday. It was in a remote pasture, a field of gently flowing grasses far from the city. This field spans over a large gently sloping hill. There is a muscular elm tree, near the top of this hill. From there you can see the world, beautiful rolling countryside, and feel the peace, the calm and an ever so slight gentle, warm breeze. Apollo gave me our first kiss here. It was so passionate, so deep, so sincere. I love him. But yesterday was wild-man mania, we could not get enough of each other. So intense were the feelings that no sooner had we laid down a blanket to roll on then he stood up to me and literally ripped my shirt off my massive chest. My pecs flexed an invitation to him to suck each individual nipple. He did so, lovingly. When they were hard and moist, he stood back and reviewed his lover’s excitement. In return, I ripped off his shirt; it was a muscle shirt that advertised his manhood, his muscles and his already hard nipples. His 8-pack abs were neatly outlined below a great heaving chest and naturally I had to have it all, RIGHT THEN, RIGHT NOW!

And he was more than willing to share. He strong-armed me into one of his excellent bear hugs. And planted the deepest French kiss to my mouth that we’d ever shared. Slowly we rubbed each other’s chests, abs and backs, with huge groping hands. And standing there with only our jeans on, we were one muscular body, like the elm. Tall, proud and so in love. I Frenched him so deeply, and with one hand, unsnapped his tight blue jeans. Gently placing my hand flat on his abs, pointing downward, I slowly inched it below the waistband. To my delight, there was no underwear! I could feel the beautiful matting of hair going down from his navel, to the inner depths of his loins. With that, I lay him down on the blanket, kissing him the whole time.

I grabbed the waistband of his jeans with both hands. His body quaked with the raw excitement bottled within. And I pulled them off his massive thighs and calves. He was nude, he was powerful…a sight to behold. Magnificent! And I watched as the gentle breeze caressed the tiny hairs all over his body, like wind through a wheat field. And amongst the flowing wheat, his massive cock was upright and proud, luring me near. But before I could touch it, Apollo grabbed my jeans and ripped them off my fine body. I was well aroused, and quite erect by then. And on the blanket, under the pale blue sky, we got in our familiar 69 position and lapped up the sweet nectar from each other’s cocks. Minutes flowed into an hour, an hour into two. We sucked, rubbed, kissed, rolled around and played with each other tirelessly.

But I wanted more. I wanted Apollo to fuck me, while I lay on my back. I whispered that in his ear, and he eagerly obliged. Using my giz as lubricant he placed his condom covered, long hard cock at the opening of my hole, and prepared to ease it in so gently. In then out, in further, then out, and continued until he could bury his magnificent cock all the way inside me. My cock grew harder and more erect! Could it be his cock pulsing within mine, had been shoved right through my own power rod, turning my cock into a powerful duplicate of his own? MMMMMMMM. He caressed my rock hard abs, just as I caressed his. I pinched his nipples gently and each time he rammed that monster in harder. Occasionally, I sat up and kissed his handsome face, licked his heaving chest. When suddenly, my earthquake began. I shook so fiercely with orgasmic love, I shot a huge load up all over BOTH our chests and abs…cum was flying everywhere. And as I began to subside, he pulled out his cock, tore of the rubber and masturbated all over me. Our cum mixed together. He lapped it all up, and then lay on top of my sweaty body, to share our giz in a sweet, so sweet kiss. The deepest, most loving kiss of all.

I love him…DEEPLY. I want him terribly. I’d die if I lost his friendship, his powerful presence, his love.

Zoltan