Gay Erotic Stories

A few years ago I worked in an adult bookstore while I lived in Denver. I worked the graveyard shift and had the responsibility to close the store from 6-7 every morning to clean. We had both an adult theatre and video arcade that would often require some extensive cleaning. At the time I was in my mid-twenties and still exploring exactly what being gay meant sexually. I wasn’t exactly drop dead good looking at the time, but turned a head or two. Being 6’3” tall, 240#, dark hair, blue eyes I got more than my fair share of attention behind the counter from the guys who frequented the theatre and arcade.

After working the shift for a couple of months, I was surprised to see the door to the store opening at about 5:15 am one morning. This gorgeous hunk of Italian stud walked in the door and immediately asked for four dollars in tokens. He was about 5’10” tall, very well built under his sweat stained jogging clothes and probably the butchest, sexiest guy I had ever seen in the store. When he got his tokens he paid almost no attention to me and I figured that he was either straight or considered me to not be in his league. I reminded him that I would have to close the store at 6 am and told him to enjoy himself. He exited about 25 minutes later with nothing else to give me the impression that I was on my way to having one of the hottest experiences in my life in the next few weeks.

Sometime about a week or two later I was attending a sporting event at Mile High Stadium when who should I see directing traffic from horseback, but my very own Italian stallion in a Denver city police uniform. He again didn’t even give me a second look and since I had attended the game with my parents (who were still a little uncomfortable with my sexuality and working environment) I walked past him with barely a glance or three myself.

Early next week I was starting to look forward to his upcoming visit as I had spent the entire weekend jerking off thinking about this hot sexy cop doing the same in one of my video booths. I figured that if he went into the one with the glory hole that I might just bend company policy and check out the sights. As the week dragged on I was starting to wonder if my latest jackoff fantasy HAD spotted me in the crowd at the game and had decided to find another locale to relieve his after morning jog tension. Finally on Friday morning at 5:45 am he comes into the store and asks if it was okay for him to be coming in this late in the morning. I told him that I had no problems with letting him back into the arcade as knowing he was not going to be a problem with the law (as I slipped in a little innuendo to my voice), he suddenly looked up and slowly smiled.

“I thought I recognized you at Sunday’s game,” he said.

“Yeah, I saw you too. It was kinda hard to miss you up on top of 15 hands of horseflesh. (That’s a really big horse for those who don’t know.) And since you are a regular customer, I figure that I will just lock the door at 6 am. If you still need some time back there don’t worry as I will start in the theatre tonight instead of my normal routine,” I replied.

He grinned and thanked me. Turning to move toward the arcade, I reminded him that he had forgotten to buy his tokens this morning.

“Don’t know where my head is this morning,” he replied sheepishly, his face becoming even cuter under his innocent blush.

“That’s okay,” I told him, “this morning’s on me as you seem to be off to a bad start.”

And handing him his normal four dollars in tokens, I proceeded to the front door to lock it for the morning cleaning. I gathered my usual cleaning supplies and opened the theatre door to make sure that no one had lingered in there. I would sometimes have to chase out the occasional street person who had decided that the theatre was a nicer place to sleep that his usual spot outdoors. Just as I was finishing in the theatre, around 6:20, I hear his deep voice asking me if I could help him out. Figuring that one of the machines was up to its usual thieving tricks of swallowing tokens without adding any credits; you can imagine my shock when I come around the corner of the arcade to find he had thrown back the curtain that normally blocked the entrance. As my eyes continued up the normally darkened hallway I almost dropped the mop handle I was still carrying when I see this built-like-a-brick-shithouse body completely naked and spread up against the wall.

“I would prefer something a little warmer than that old mop handle,” he rumbled in a sexy growl.

As I was looking over his body, I could see that his chest was covered in dark black hair that somehow managed to make his muscular chest look even more masculine. His dark emerald green eyes had a sly sort of twinkle in them as he continued, “I have always thought you were totally hot!”

Let’s just say that you could have knocked me over with a feather at that point. Without even realizing it, I suddenly noticed that I had dropped the mop and had walked all the way down the hall while staring into his eyes. He reached back and grabbed my by now full package in my jeans and while slowly messaging my dick through the denim, begged, “Please fuck me hard! I need it really bad!”

You don’t have to ask me twice, I thought as my jeans dropped to the floor. Pulling my underwear under my balls, he told me that he couldn’t wait and wanted me to take him stilled dressed. I guess I wasn’t the only one who had some straight stud rough sex fantasies.

Grabbing his hips firmly between my hands, I turned his ass toward me and looked at something that should be hanging in a gallery of fine art. His ass looked like someone had taken a picture of what an ass should look like after working out regularly. It was covered in a very fine sheen of sweat already and as I dug into his crack I felt a totally lubed hole deep between those cheeks.

“Yeah, you came in here looking for dick this morning, didn’t ya,” I asked. “Well, reach back and pull those cheeks apart a bit and I will show you exactly why you need to have something deep in your ass!”

My dick is a healthy 7 ½” and has a nice little curve that I have learned to work over a prostate or two in my time. As I shoved the head of my penis into his ass, expecting his almost extremely muscular ass to need some coaxing, he just sighed and pushed back until his glutes rested on my pubic hair. Letting go of his ass cheeks he showed me that he wasn’t neglecting the muscles on the inside of his ass either. His ass felt like I had suddenly stuck my dick into a really warm milking machine.

“Oh man, you have got one hungry ass! I hope you’re ready for a pounding that will leave you walking out of here bowlegged,” I said, as I started to pull back and pound my dick back into that perfect ass.

“Oh God,” he gasped, as that curve started working with the milking motion he was already using to start his ass to almost vibrate like some toy I would sell out front. “You are going to make me come already,” he shouted!

“Well I hope you don’t think that I’m going to slow down or take it easy if you come now,” I sneered at him, “I take a long time to work up a load.”

Suddenly his ass did start to vibrate around my cock and as those muscled grabbed and released I was finding it difficult to still keep drilling. His ass would grab so tight that I couldn’t withdraw and then it would clench again making it difficult to sink back to the base. He was moaning so loud that I was starting to worry that someone outside would be able to hear us even in the back.

True to my word I continued to pound his ass for another 15-20 minutes before I started to feel that tingle in my balls. As my dick slowly swelled in his ass, he suddenly started cumming again and this time it was my moaning that almost reached ear-splitting levels. His ass convulsing around my dick spurred me to new heights as I felt seven, eight and then nine hard spurts exit my dick (surely a record for me at that age). And as I started to slowly come down from that cloud I found that I had collapsed onto his back, but he didn’t show any signs of strain holding my body up on his while his ass continued to almost suck at my deflating penis.

“I wish that we could continue this, but if I don’t hurry my boss will be walking through that door in about 10 minutes and I will have some explaining to do,” I sighed.

Hearing this he suddenly just released my dick and stood fully erect. He scrambled into his clothes and rushed out the door (a little bowlegged I might brag). And I pulled up my pants and underwear knowing that I would never be able to finish before my boss walked into the store. I was just retrieving the mop when the lock click open and in walked Alan, my boss. He just smiled and said, “I see you finally met Tony. Just try to not let him keep you from doing your job too often!”

Over the next month or so before I was offered a better job causing my resignation at the bookstore, Tony and I had several other encounters and to this day he remains one of my favorite memories.