Gay Erotic Stories

I can watch porn till the wheels fall off and not get horny-until the guy with the big wang shows up. I always thought it was because I'm pretty well hung myself, and it made it easier for me to imagine myself in the picture. I've never seen a guy that I was attracted to, but I think I have always been attracted to big cocks. When I was a kid my friend Howie tried to get me to suck his dick once when we were fooling around. I wasn't turned on by his almost “comically huge” cock at the time, but I have now and again wondered what it would have been like to have done it.

I work in logging in the Pacific Northwest and since it's contract work, I travel a lot. I end up in interesting but boring little towns where I don't know anyone. I either watch TV or check out the local bars trying to get laid.

This one night I decided to stop at the Hot Springs on my way back to the motel. It was late and the place was deserted. It was after 11 pm on a Wednesday and I figured no one would be showing up so I got naked and sat in one of the pools. No sooner did I get in and people began showing up. Or at least I thought it was people. I thought I heard voices but it was just one guy--maybe a janitor or security guard. "Who care?" I told myself. "I'm not ashamed of my body."

Turns out it was another guy like me who was just stopping by on his way home or something. He just strips and gets into the pool. I didn't notice much about his body. He was in okay shape. I noticed he had a pretty big cock. We exchanged greetings, "Hey, how's it going?" all that stuff. But I didn't feel much like company and was uncomfortable sitting in a little pool of hot water alone with a naked man. So nothing else was said between us.

After a few uncomfortable minutes of silence, I decided it was time to get to bed so I got out and walked into the shower. I took my clothes with me and put them in a locker as an after thought because the stranger might be a thief and I had a couple of hundred bucks in my pants and my wallet. The shower would get the sulfur smell of the hot springs off me.

A moment or two later the stranger comes into the shower. As I turn to get my back to the shower spray I notice the other guy in profile. His cock hanging over his balls, protruding a little as it covers the balls then hanging straight toward the floor until the tip of the head where it curved upward slightly. It looked heavy and thick with a big pink head peeking out of the foreskin that covered two thirds of it. I was a smooth, clean looking cock--like a work of art. It was probably bigger and thicker hanging there soft than mine was with a raging hardon.

It suddenly occurred to me, as I was snapped out of my trance by the stranger turning to face me, that I had been staring at this guy's cock for a long time. "That's all I need. To get some guy pissed off or thinking I'm gay by staring at his cock," I thought to myself.

I turned off the shower and went to the locker to dry off and got dressed. I was embarrassed that I’d got caught staring at some guy's cock. So I went into one of the stalls that were there for people who were a little shy to get changed. I just wanted to get out of there without seeing the guy again. I was hoping that I wouldn't run into him in the bar or someplace else too. Still I couldn't get that cock out of my mind, and now my own cock was filling.

I was sitting on the bench just sort of lightly touching my own cock trying to decide whether to jerk off there and then or wait till I got back to the motel when I heard the stranger in the stall next to me. There was a piece of the wall missing--a corner of one of the cedar planks might have been kicked out by vandals, or maybe it just broke off with age. I could see movement through the hole, which was about 3 feet or so above the ground. I bent over for some reason to look through the hole. Being careful not to get too close. Getting caught peeking at the guy would be too embarrassing. Not to mention that it could get the guy pissed off.

I could see a body part like a hip or a leg from where I was looking. I got closer to the hole but not close enough for the guy to definitely know I was peeking. That way I figured I could just deny it if he got pissed. I could see his cock as I got closer to the hole. Next thing I knew my eye was right against the hole looking at that magnificent cock from a side view. Suddenly the cock turns toward me so that I'm looking right into the pee slit. I quickly pulled away and sat up figuring I have been caught and trying to think of something to say if the guys says something like, "hey what the fuck are you peeking at"?

I sat for a few moments my heart racing. I decided to get the hell out of there before I ended up in a fight. I was nervous as hell. I wasn’t afraid of being beaten up because I can take care of myself pretty good. I was terrified of getting caught and people finding out. I bent over to look thought the hole again, this time to detect any kind of sign that I had indeed been caught. The cock was still there and the guy was now stroking it! "Whew" I thought to myself, "If the guy knew I was peeking he would be over there jerking off". I was relieved.

As I caught my breath and was calming myself down I saw the cock appear at the hole--just the tip protruding through the hole. "What the fuck" I thought. The head was flopping up and down like it was being slowly shaken from the other end. Then the whole shaft came thought the hole and just hung there still soft, but obviously becoming engorged. It was longer and thicker than it was in the shower before.

I couldn't take my eyes off the hole in the wall and the snake hanging through it. My mind was racing. I was thinking, "What kind of crazy fucker sticks his dick through a hole in a wall in a public changing room?" I knew this cock was being offered to me. I had the shortness of breath of a very horny person and my own cock was quickly becoming engorged. A part of me was offended at the offer. Here was the nicest cock I had ever seen. I could reach out and feel it. "The guy isn't going to get mad for me playing with his cock. He's the one who “offered" was what I was thinking. Of course I was the one who asked when it comes right down to it. Here was my chance to fulfill a fantasy.

I could hear a slight moan on the other side of the wall as I gently wrapped my hand around the warm soft shaft. I could feel the blood rushing into the cock as I slowly fondled it. I started to slowly jerk him off. "What the hell" I thought. "It's just a hand job" As I sped up the tempo his cock grew in my hand. Although still not fully hard it was now too big to get my hand completely around. There was about a one half in gap between my thumb and middle finger as I grasped the shaft and jerked him off. I kneeled on the floor in front of his cock--to get more comfortable and to get a closer look.

I could smell the musky man smell. My cock was hard as a rock as I jerked both of us off. The weight of his cock in my hand was a turn on. I put my nose to the tip of it to smell it. I was so fucking horny now. I stuck out my tongue and licked the slit. I put my lips to the tip and slowly parted them as the head entered my mouth. My heart was racing. I had a huge cockhead in my mouth and I had never been so turned on in my life. I opened my mouth and took as much of the monstrous cock into my mouth as I could. I could feel it pressing against the floor of my mouth and the back of my throat. I felt like I was going to gag. I resisted gagging. Another thought was in my mind. Whereas a few minutes ago I was worried that he would catch me checking out his cock, I was now worried that I would gag and reveal myself as a rookie cocksucker. I was full of animal lust, no longer in control of my senses, and wanted to give the best blowjob this cock had ever had.

I opened my mouth as wide was I could. I thought I was going to cum right there and then as I felt the giant warm head enter my throat. As the head began to probe deeper into my throat, I used my tongue on the underside to apply pressure as the smooth shaft moved into my mouth. I resisted gagging and soon I could feel his ball sack against my chin and the head down deep in my throat. I had deep throated a massive cock and loved it.

I slowly pulled my head back until only the head was between my lips. I began another descent--faster this time. The gag reflex was very slight this time as the cock went deep into my mouth and throat. As I pulled back so did he. His cock left my mouth and disappeared back into the hole. I was confused. While I was gathering my thoughts I could hear him leaving his stall, and then knocking on the door of mine. With no thought I opened the door and as soon as it was closed behind him. I kneeled in front of him at took the cock into my mouth again. I put my hands around behind him and gently squeezed his ass cheeks using them to pull him toward me as I took his cock, and he fucked my face.

I could feel by the rushing of blood thought the shaft that he was going to cum. I pulled him toward me and pressed my face into his pelvis as he forced every bit of his cock into my face in short intense strokes as he pumped his load deep into my throat. It was hot, I could feel it flowing down into my stomach.

After he came I slowly pulled my head back. The sensation of his cock leaving my throat and passing between my lips was enough to make me come myself.

We got dressed and parted company without a word and I never saw him again. It occurred to me later that he was probably a straight guy looking to experiment too. I hope he's as glad as I am that he did.