Gay Erotic Stories

It happened five weeks ago. I can still feel his beefy hands on my hips, his massive cock jammed deep in my tender hole, his hairy animal chest intimidating my smooth boy like features. A complete stranger--a complete stranger fucked me senseless that night. I do not condone rape or sex against one’s will, but that is what happened to me. The pain and fear have since turned to an almost dirty ecstasy, looking back. But the sudden violent nature of his actions scared me to death as it was happening...

I had never met an older guy off the net to play around with, and I was feeling adventurous and curious that night. My girlfriend was out of town for the weekend, and I made it my mission to find a guy to get off with before Saturday night passed. I was looking for an older guy, perhaps in his 40's, to suck off and swap a few cum loads. I hadn’t been sucked or jerked by a guy in six months time, so I was desperate for some action. I chatted for a couple hours and finally got serious with a dude who called himself Craig.

Craig was 40 miles away, but Craig had a house in the woods all to himself in a town where I knew no one. Craig was 44, divorced, father of 2 teenage boys. He said he was 230 solid pounds, around 6'4" tall, and had short brown hair. He seemed very masculine from our first few exchanges. He said he was hairy all over and swung a thick 6" soft cock that hardened up to just over 8". I salivated at my screen when he proved his case. He had shaved his beard the night before, but he still had a goatee and mustache. He didn’t beg or seem desperate to hookup. He wanted some oral relief from a younger guy, and I was his ticket that night. We chatted for about an hour before we finalized our plan. I was going to drive to his town and meet him in the parking lot of a store. If I was happy with what I saw, I’d follow him back to his place and we’d take it from there. I’d done this a few times in college, and I wasn’t nervous one bit. If he was lying or not hot enough, I would drive away. Simple as that.

I showered and splashed on a little cologne for my trip. I had on khaki cutoff shorts, a gray t-shirt that needed ironing, and tennis shoes. Nothing special, no need to impress him. We were just two horny guys looking to blow each other’s cocks and make each other cum--nothing more than that. I gently stroked my dick all the way to his town, and I almost jizzed a couple times. I thought about shooting a wad so I’d have more to last when we hooked up, but I let it pass. I was so fucking horny for this guy. He was not my usual frat guy type of fling–he was different--different in a good way. Something about him drew me to him.

When I pulled into the parking lot, I caught his truck quickly. An early 90's model Chevy, king cab, toolbox on the back. It was dirty from traveling on the clay road to his house (he’d told me), and it wreaked of a country guy who worked at the local mill or built houses for a living, hunted on the weekends, probably smoked or chewed tobacco at some point in his life.

I pulled up door-to-door and rolled down my window. It was the guy in the picture. He looked huge as fuck sitting in the truck. "Hey man, what’s up," I opened with. "Not much, have any trouble finding the place?" he asked. "Nah, easy as hell, man," I told him. Our eyes held a stare for a second or two too long. "So..." he said, "Like what ya see?" "Sure do," I told him. "Wanna follow me back to the house then?" he went on. "That’d be cool," I told him. "I’m gonna stop over at the Minit Mart and grab some beer, that cool?" he asked me, almost like for my permission. "Sure dude," I said, "that’d be great."

We pulled over to the store and I watched him get out of the truck and walk into the store. His body reminded me of the Incredible Hulk. His jeans and white t-shirt were tight all over, and he was working some type of work boot that completed the portrait perfectly. He had a small gold chain around his neck that rested in the hair on his chest trying to escape from the neckline of the shirt. He was so fucking masculine; it almost hurt my cock to think about what was packed underneath his jeans. I couldn’t wait to find out.

I followed his taillights back in the woods down a dirt road, and then onto another. We went for a couple miles without seeing any lights in any yards or houses. When he said he lived alone, in the woods, he meant it. For some reason, I didn’t feel anxious or worried at all about him. He had a protective quality about him that made me feel like I was his son or something. I was more nervous with excitement than anything. I had told him I’d stay overnight if it was cool with him, and I definitely planned on doing so now that I’d seen him and made my way to his place.

We pulled up at his house around midnight. I heard an old yard dog of some sort bark when we got out of our trucks. He didn’t say anything as he walked up to the door and opened it. It wasn’t even locked. He flipped a light on, and I checked out his pad. Plain. Couch, recliner, rocking chair, fireplace, rug on the hardwood floor. Kitchen adjoined the living room, porch on front and back. Stairs probably led up to a loft or bedroom. I felt like I was in the mountains.

Within a few minutes, we’d sat down and each had a cold beer bottle in our hands. I was on the couch, and he sat in the recliner. The television remained off, and we cut a few jokes and laughed as we sipped our beer. "Get a lot of action out here I bet," I kidded him. "Not much, man, not much," he fired back, gently finishing off his first bottle. "Ready for another?" he motioned toward me as he reached in the bag. "Sure man," I told him. I turned up my bottle and swallowed a good bit of beer. I didn’t want to be lollygagging behind as he handed me number two.

He asked if I wanted to get a little more comfortable and leaned over to untie his work boots. I did the same with my shoes and stretched out my legs on the floor. "A little more comfortable, maybe," I suggested as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. He followed my lead and removed his shirt to reveal the hairiest chest I’d ever seen on a guy in person. My cock was aching in my shorts, and I think he knew it. Our little game progressed when he stood up and unfastened his belt... "A little more comfortable, you think?" he said as he started to remove his faded jeans. I was in heaven with this guy. We were slowly undressing in this game of tit for tat, and I couldn’t wait for the next round.

There we stood. I was in a pair of white boxer briefs with a rock hard cock sticking straight up parallel to my chest, and he had on some gray and red boxers that were very tight around the thighs and appeared to be sheltering a monstrous wad of flesh inside. I took the first step and approached him, slowly extending my right hand toward his package. I was about 2 inches shorter than him, but looked him in the eye as I tugged at his meat. I have pretty large hands, and this guy’s nuts and cock filled up my entire right hand, and he wasn’t even hard yet. I squeezed at his massive package a little and smiled at him. He whispers down toward my ear, "Man, I love to be sucked on while it’s soft..."

In an instant I was down on both knees on the hard floor. I pulled down the well-worn boxers and let his fat cock flop out and land directly in front of my eager lips. His nuts were gigantic, and his cock was resting against his sac. The hair from his thighs, crotch, and chest all mingled together in the most masculine sense. This guy was a monster. His cock was the thickest I’d ever touched, nonetheless sucked. I was giddy with excitement as I began to tongue the thickheaded fleshy beast...

His cock filled my entire mouth and was very warm and fuzzy inside my cheeks. I could feel his dick start to move and tighten up as I slowly swirled my warm spit around on his shaft. I was playing with his huge balls with my free hand as his thick wand started to stiffen in my mouth. I pulled it out, wet, and jerked it a little as it got bigger and bigger. "Yeah, man, that’s what I’m talking about," he’d say as I stuck his fat pole back in my mouth. I could feel my own precum oozing from my prick as I worked on Craig’s giant cock. I reached down and squeezed out a thick pearl and rubbed it on my own cock head... I looked up and saw Craig staring down at me from what seemed like 10 feet in the air. He was a God. I sucked on his dick for a good 15 minutes, and it was at full attention. It had to be a good 9" long and big around as ripe banana. I had it glowing with my spit when he reached down and pulled it from my nursing mouth and jerked it a couple times.... he had this evil grin on his face as I stood up to see what he was thinking we’d do next...

And that’s when things changed.

Craig seemed aggravated as I stood in front of him, my cock still rock hard and being jerked off by my own hand. "You sure know how to suck a cock, kid" he told me as he jerked his own dick off real slow with his hairy knuckled right hand. He said "kid" like I was a boy, even though I was 28 years old. "What’s up, man?" I asked him cautiously, "I wanna keep goin..." I told him. I was dying to see this guy blow his nut all over my face, neck, chest–wherever he wanted. "I’m tired of that shit, kid!" he said as he stepped over to the couch, still pulling on his fat hard cock.

"You wanna sit down or something?" I asked, stepping toward him.

Out of nowhere, Craig grabs my left arm and pulls me up against him, tight. His breath is right in my face as he says, "You like to get fucked, don’t you?" But it was more of a statement than a question. I kinda pulled away from him, and his grip didn’t loosen at all. I was beginning to get scared. "Nah man, not into that really," I told him. I knew I hadn’t been fucked in almost 6 years, and I knew I didn’t want to be fucked by Craig. I would literally be split in two if that monster got inside me somehow. We stood there a couple more seconds, and I felt our dicks touching each other.

"I think you need to get fucked, kid, I can see it in your eyes" he tells me as he stares deep into my eyes.

"Man, this is getting a little intense" I told him.

He could tell he had me frightened. "Intense? You ain’t seen intense, son" he tells me as he smiles a little and pulls on my wrists, bringing me even closer to his body. I was officially scared as hell. This guy had almost 100 pounds on my ass, seemed to have a fierce attitude, and we were ALONE in the middle of nowhere. Not a soul knew where I was, either. I felt a sinking sensation in my stomach (and my cock).... the fun was over, and I was ready to leave.

Still holding me against him, Craig bends his neck a little and tells me to get down on all fours on the floor. I tell him that I’m not in the mood to fuck, "let’s just get back to what we were doing, man."

He pushes me down on the couch in one fluid motion, landing on top of me, laughing. "C’mon man, get on the floor–it’ll be hot, you’ll love it" he tells me. I realize now that I can’t get away from this guy. He’s literally all over me.

"Man, I don’t wanna fuck, honest," I tell him as I’m trapped underneath his hairy body.

He responds with "I didn’t ask if you wanted to fuck, kid–I told you we were going to."

My body was so tense. I was scared to death. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me said to just give in and talk with him, touch him, and try to work around him fucking me up the ass with his thick cock. Another part of me thought about running for the door. I didn’t know if this was part of a game or some type of S/M thing Craig had planned, or if he was a psycho that might kill me if I tried to run. I gave in to my fear and decided to play it out with him and see where it led. I had been fucked before, quite a bit actually, but never by such a beast–and it had been a long, long time.

The next hour is literally almost a blur in my mind. I remember getting on the floor on my hands and knees and trying to talk to Craig as he got behind me. "Shut the fuck up, kid, and let me do the talking," he told me. I should’ve known better than to even ask, but I somehow made the mistake of saying, "Please dude, take it easy...it’s been awhile." That’s one of the last things I remember saying before he started fucking my brains out.

I remember Craig spitting in his hand and rubbing a lot of spit in my hole. I remember feeling the massive head of his dick press against my hole and my ass not opening a bit for him. I can hear him spitting again, pressing the head against me again.... still won’t go in. I remember him slapping the sides of my hips and my ass, "Open up mother fucker, open the fuck up and let me in," he’d boast as he kept poking at my hole with his big dick. I tried relaxing and pushing out, but he could never get his dick to go up my ass.

And then he started getting rough. I remember him hitting my back really hard with his fist and yelling at me for a while. I never said anything back to him, but I tried my best to open up for him. I don’t remember how it happened from then on. The next thing I recall was waking up on the floor and looking up to see Craig sitting on the couch, nude, smoking a cigarette. The sun was up outside, and the TV was still off. I remember slowly opening my eyes and focusing on him and the smoke from his cigarette. I could feel a deep pain in my ass when I moved around on the floor. I was naked as a baby boy coming out of the womb, and I didn’t see my clothes anywhere.

"Want something to eat?" he asked me as I looked around the room. I didn’t say anything. "Be that way, kid. Probably best if you hit the road anyway," he says as he stands up and walks toward the kitchen. I finally see my shorts and shirt thrown in the corner. I walk over to get them and he asks me if I feel all right. "Took a pretty good fuckin’ last night," he says, smiling. He puts an arm around my neck and kinda squeezes me in a headlock, jokingly. I remember looking at him like he was an old uncle or something...knowing he’d just taken advantage of me like no other man ever had--or ever would. I slowly put on my clothes and felt my body hurt all over, especially inside my thighs and my ass. I was drained physically. I didn’t know what happened. I remember walking out to my car and watching Craig stand on the front porch with his cigarette. He didn’t say much as I dressed and left. Right when I got to the car door, he said, "C’mon back anytime you want, kid. You know the way."

I think about that night and my cock gets hard as a rock, even though it was terrifying. A few days after it happened, I emailed Craig. I was scared still, but I wanted to know what he would say.

I never got a response.