Gay Erotic Stories

As he made the 45 minute drive from the construction site where he worked, he pulled out the pencil-thin joint that Jeff, his coworker, had given him that afternoon, and thought about the hot, goodbye fuck, he had given his girl the night before. After some kissing and petting, they worked around to a cozy little 69, lying side by side. She wasn't big on giving Tony head. She had trouble getting his fat 9-inch dick in her mouth, but she liked to lick and tease his large elongated head and taste the copious amounts of precum that flowed from his piss slit. Tony licked her hard little clit and fingered her pussy until she was moaning in orgasmic delight and told him she was cumming, "again". Tony raised up and positioned himself between her wide spread legs, knees up, her gash shiny and wet, he reached down and with three fingers, lubed his fat veiny boner with her juices. He eased in her, starting slow at first. Her pussy was tight and juicy, and as he began to quicken the pace at her beckoning, he shifted his weight to his knees and lifted his pecs off her. They could hear the squishing sound of his massive cock, now pounding at her pussy. "Oh fuck me hard Tony, fuck me!" she hissed as Tony could feel his ball-sack banging her crack. "Want it baby, want some hot fuck juice? He was on the edge, and she could feel his boner get rock hard. "AHHHHHHHH", Tony sighed as he held his pulsing cock in deep. She could feel the surges of hot semen filling her pussy, and then he began his fucking motion again. Now the sound was a sloshing noise as their combined juices oozed out of her swollen pussy and on the bed sheets.

Tony loved the smell of a fresh fuck, and as he drove home, he could smell his sex just thinking about it.

At 7:30 in the evening, it was still hot and muggy as Tony jumped out of his pickup. His white T-shirt was still pretty clean, but felt damp with sweat and clung to his well-defined pecs and 6-pack. He had worn an old pair of wranglers that day. They were snug to his thighs and buttocks and he liked the feel of his swollen cock pushing against the faded spot of his basket. Keith, the 18-year-old kid next door, was mowing the lawn. They waved at each other as Tony headed for the garage. Tony noticed that same, roving eye look, that Keith gave him. "He can't keep his eyes off my basket, horny fucker", Tony thought. Tony had often fantasized about Keith. He had a well defined, smooth swimmers build, and a hot round butt. Tony figured Keith would no doubt suck his cock if given the opportunity and Tony won't mind one bit. He could teach that jockboy a thing or two about man-to-man sex with a 24-year-old jock stud like himself.

As he went though the garage, Tony went to his secret stash and grabbed a box with a number of gay porn magazines, and gay and bi porn videos, a few toys, and a fresh bottle of poppers he had picked up at the adult bookstore just a few days before. The sun was getting low on the horizon and it gave a reddish/orange to the air outside and in the house as he walked in the back door. It was a little hot inside the house, but he liked it that way and he proceeded to shuck off his boots, socks and shirt, then into the large spare room that was his, "workout room". The large overhead fan was swirling the air around the room and it felt good on his bare shoulders and back. All his workout equipment was on one side of the room and an entertainment center on the other. The only place to sit was an old couch, the workout bench, or the large open area in the middle covered by a Turkish rug. This was his room, it had everything he needed stereo, TV, DVD, mood lighting, and a small fridge, where he kept bottled water and beer.

Tony quickly broke out the bong and took a few quick hard hits, then sat back and watch the news for a while, rolling a cold bottle of beer back and forth across his forehead, feeling the cool air from the fan on his hairless pecs, just unwinding, thinking about what he might want to do tonight. He definitely didn't feel like cruising, too much driving, he just wasn't into it, maybe later in the weekend. He had already worked out four times this week, and was sweaty enough. Tonight, he just wanted to indulge himself in some hot cock and body worship and see how much cum he could spew in one orgasm, maybe some phone sex would be cool. He had made a couple of good hookups that way before.

As the sunset and the room began to darken, Tony turned on some dim track lighting along the wall and closed the curtains on the two large, chest high, windows. One window was cracked slightly open and Tony thought he heard something, but just figured it was the neighbor’s cat and didn't have a second thought. He peeled off those wranglers, being careful to leave on his thin cotton jockey bikini briefs. They were a light blue and well worn, and even though they were bikinis', they had a nice size pouch to hold his oversized cock and big, low hangers. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the wall and admired his smooth sculpted physic. Though the thin material he could easily make out his dark bush, thick cock with the outline of his long flanged head, and the low hanging ball sack. He turned slightly and ran his hand across the deep, dished dent of his well-rounded ass cheeks, paying special attention to his deep ass crack. He ran his fingers into the crack, stretching the thin material. He then reach inside the leg band and got his fingers deep in his crack, the nasty spot between his puckered hole and balls, the brought his fingers up to his nose to take a long hit of the manly jock scent of his manhood below. He felt his sex begin to stir his groin. "It's time to get busy", he thought to himself.

Tony put in a gay video that he had watched before and really had gotten off on. The guys were all smooth, well-defined athletic types, with lots of sucking, and best of all, a lot of hot, sweaty, bareback fucking. He went to the phone and dialed the number he had saved from a while back, and left his introduction; "hey dudes, looking for other masculine, athletic types, for some hot talk and maybe a hook up if your close by. I'm 24, bi masculine, versatile, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, 5'11", 170, 32 waist, 46 chest, well defined, dark brown nips, tight round ass, dark bush over 9 inches cut, low hangin’ shaved balls, into hot undergear, cock and body worship, toys, you name it, let's talk". Putting the phone on speaker, he took another 3 or 4 hits off the bong and worked on the beer, listening to messages from other horny guys, trying to judge from their voice if they were real or not. Getting one hell of a buzz, he was right where he wanted to be, fucked up. He sat back on the couch spread eagle, looking over his hairless pecs and six pack, shiny with sweat, reaching in the waistband of his briefs with both hands and pulled out his hardening bone, the head already shiny with precum. Tony quickly pushed the briefs down over his thick thighs with his other hand and kicked them off with his feet. He HAD to stroke his thick, vieny member, spreading his legs wider and scooting his ass to the edge of the couch to feel his big balls hanging down to tickle the crack of his ass. As he stroked, precum oozed out the slit, giving good lubrication and soon his cock was shiny and slick. " Ahhhhhhhh yeaaaaah", he moaned, as he leaned back and got hard as a rock, his reddish/purple head visibly swelling with each stroke. The sensation running through his shaft to his drooling head was building. His eyes were fixed on his thick 9-inch member as he reach down with his other hand and tugged at his balls. Now slowing the pace, Tony brought himself close enough to cumming for now. He just admired his huge glistening tool, throbbing as he held it lightly in his hand.

All this time, Tony was listening to messages on the sex line, pushing four, to go to the next message. He had heard a couple of nasty voices with hot descriptions, and would check them out later and decided to hang up for now. Tony planed on at least two orgasms before morning, and really was up to giving himself a facial, once he got loosened up good. So, he finished his beer and grabbed a bottle of water. He liked the intensity of being really stoned, not drunk. He liked the feeling of being naked alone in the house and walked around a bit just, to check things out. It was getting fairly dark and as Tony was locking the back door, and again he thought he saw a shadow move in the back yard. Heading back to the far end of the house and into his room, Tony again examined himself in the mirror.

Stroking himself back up, he rubbed his palm over his piss slit to gather up the precum now oozing out to spread over the rest off his hardening shaft. The sensation of his head getting rubbed was electric and quickly had his cock arching up as he watched his precum ooze out of the slit with each stroke. As he sat back in the corner of the couch, Tony ran some more WET lube on his balls and worked it in, going deep down into his crack and nudging his tightly puckered manhole with the tip of his finger.

"Mmmmmmmm, feels gooood", he thought. He sank deeper in the couch and raised his knees, bringing one up almost to his shoulders and pinning it back with his upper arm. That gave him free access to run his fingers back and forth the full length of his sweaty, funky crack and tease and lubricate his now pulsing hole. He was still was still gently pulling on his hog, now oozing copious amounts of clear precum. The shiny, throbbing head now only inches away from his face. The scene on the video was hot as a smooth, dark haired, jock was pounding his tool in another dude who was spread eagle on his back, ass up, the close-in shot focused on a thick, vieny cock drilling the tight, hairless fuck hole bareback, his big balls slapping his crack.

Tony was smearing his dick juice over his pecs, giving his dark nips a pinch as he went. "It's time for a load," he thought as he reached for the poppers. Opening the bottle, he quickly took two long, deep hits in each nostril. Now laying all the way back along the length of the couch, bringing his ass up to drive his well lubed middle finger deep in his tight hole, Tony stroked the full length of his boner, exhaling. His left knee to his shoulder, his right leg extended out straight to the floor. His cock felt soooooo goooood, as he pushed his finger in deeper to tickle his prostate.

He could feel it cumming, and the intense rush of the nitrate popper made him focus on his huge 9-inch hog that he was pulling on and he felt himself go over the edge with force, "Ahhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck", Tony groaned, as he watched his purple head suddenly swell and dribble the globs of white cum on his sternum. Then suddenly, the first huge stream of white hot semen shoot from his gapping piss slit, hitting him in the cheek and chin, then his lips, nose, forehead, and even a string over one eye. "Aaaah, aaaaah, aaaaah", he grunted, and with each buck of his hips another wad of hot cum would spew out onto his face and chest.

He continued in long slow strokes and savoring the convulsive sensation he would get every time he stroked over the rim of his gooey purple head. His heart was pounding, yet he felt like he was floating. The warmth of the cum on his face, the salty, smooth taste of it in his mouth was overwhelming as he let his finger finally slid out of his manhole. He wiped the cum off his face and licked it off his fingers, then was smearing what was left over his sweaty, hairless pecs and six pack, savoring the heady aroma of his sex and the musky, manly scent of a hot sweaty day. When out of the corner of his eye, he saw it again, movement, a shadow in the corner of the window curtains from the streetlight.

It disappeared then came back again. Someone was peaking through the corner of the window under the curtain. Tony turned back towards the video still playing on the television. The two guys were still fucking. He stood up with his back to the window maneuvered himself closer; it was right over the couch. He then bent over as if reaching for something then came straight up, pulling the curtain back and looking right in the face of Keith, the kid next door. It scared the shit out of him as he jumped back. He was standing there in a tank top and shorts that he was trying to pull back up over his boner. It didn't work very well. The window was cracked open so Tony hissed through the screen, "Keith!" the kid froze, and his eyes wide open. "Come in the back door, we gotta talk," Tony hissed. "And don't run off dude, I know where ya live".

Tony had a plan for this kid. He unlocked the back door, and then stepped back in the dark of the entryway. Tony was still naked, cum smeared with the heavy odor of sex and sweat. Keith slowly opened the door, and then making out the dark silhouette of Tony's Adonis body, he hesitated. "Com'on in man, it's cool,” Tony said in his soft but crackling voice. Keith turned to shut the door as Tony came up behind him to lock the door. Keith felt trapped between the door and the heat of Tony's hard aromatic body. He could feel Tony's hot beer breath on his ear as Tony turned the lock on the door and said in a soft quiet voice, "What do you think your doin’ man".

As Keith looked at Tony, their noses practically touching, Tony's eyes were staring into Keith's, he seemed pissed. "Hey I'm sorry Tony, I was just looking for our cat," Keith began to apologize but Tony cut him off, "Don't give me that shit, fuck head, come on we gotta’ talk," as Tony turned to head for the workout room.

Keith followed the stud down the dark unlit hall to the dim light of the back room. Keith's eyes were fixed on Tony's beautiful globes and they way they wiggled with each step. As scared as he was, he was getting turned on and could feel the sex stirring in his groin.

The track lighting was casting a dim light on the wall as Keith walked in and Tony turned to face him, standing almost in the middle of the room. "So, how long you been watchin’?" Tony asked, looking him straight in the eyes. Keith could not help but be silent for just a second or two, with his mouth open. Seeing him with not glass or screen between them, Keith couldn't keep his eyes off Tony's massive dong. Still swollen and thick, hanging straight down with the big missile-like head hanging an inch or so below his shaved ball sack.

Keith's gaze went up passed his thick, dark bush, the muscular v-shape opening up to his hairless rippling six pack, then those large chiseled pecs with the dark brown nipples. Tony was standing waiting for an answer, gently massaging his left pectoral, when their eyes met again. "Ah, well, ah, I guess everything," Keith stammered as Tony approached him but just walked past him, close enough to give Keith another dose of his heat and sexual aroma. He then picked up the bong and began to load it. "Did you get off on what you saw?” asked Tony without looking up for an answer.

"Well, yeah actually I did," Keith admitted.

"Here, wanna get off on this?" Tony asked as handed the loaded bong over. Keith accepted, but wasn't sure what he meant by "get off," he was still pretty nervous, but really getting turned on. Keith took a deep hit, Tony reloaded and took one for himself, then handed it back to Keith, taking a step closer Tony placed his hand on Keith's shoulder and neck, "I'm gonna go take a shower, if you want to hang around, make yourself comfortable. Beer and water’s in the fridge, help your self to whatever. If you wanna leave, lock the door on the way out."

Then sliding his hand down to pinch Keith's left nipple through his tank top he coyly added, "But if you stay, you gotta be naked when I come back".

"Ahhhhh sure, that's cool," Keith sighed, the pleasure/pain sensation in his left nip made his cock jump. Being stoned, he wasn't sure how to react. Tony walked out and headed for the shower. Keith reloaded the bong.

Part II to follow