Gay Erotic Stories

I was 22 years old and stationed on an aircraft carrier in Alameda, California; across the Bay from San Francisco. It was a Friday night and I was horny and fed up with the military attitude. I just wanted to get away and get a good fuck in the process. I hopped in my car and drove across the bridge to San Francisco, simply known as The City by those who love it.

I parked and walked a couple of blocks to The Stud, a popular dance club in the heart of The City. I could hear the dance tunes blasting out of the doorway a block away. I paid the $3 gate fee and proceeded straight to the bar and ordered a double Southern Comfort and Coke. I gulped half of it down and waited the few seconds for the liquid fire to subside and be replaced with a slight swimming in my head. I could feel the joints and muscles of my arms and legs relax and the headaches of military life melt away.

Now I was ready to be social. I then slammed the rest of my drink and ordered another. I turned away from the bar and looked around to see who and what had shown up tonight. It was busy, but nowhere near as busy as it would get over the next 2 hours, as it was only about 9 p.m. I often suspected that the two huge leather-clad studs that worked the door had huge levers hidden somewhere to cram the guys in, like the Tokyo subway system has.

There were young guys and old daddies, leather studs and drag queens, guys playing pool and guys playing pocket pool. Around the corner at the end of the bar I could see two hot young studs sitting closely, one whose right hand was hidden below the level of the bar, but the rhythmic up and down motion of his bicep indicated that he was giving his partner a hand job. Every once in a while the guy getting jacked would tilt his head slightly back and suck in a deep breath, obviously enjoying a flash of electricity running through his throbbing cock.

I walked around for a bit and cruised the joint. The dance floor was in the back of the building, and around the perimeter were tall standee tables. I saw one tall, dark haired guy leaning on a table and watching the dancers on the floor. I guessed he was about 40 or so. He wore a turtleneck shirt and tan slacks. One leg crossed over the other, pouching out the crotch of his slacks. He was rocking his hips back and forth to the rhythm of the music, forcing his upturned rod to push against the fabric. It was apparent that he had a woody and that it was of formidable length and girth as a fattened head strained just below his belt buckle. I decided I’d go over and ask him to dance. He looked at me as I approached and cocked his head slightly. Having to yell over the eardrum splitting music I asked him to dance and motioned to the floor with my hand holding my drink. He nodded yes and we proceeded out to the floor. We danced a few songs and then went back to his table.

We tried to hold a conversation, but it was nearly impossible due to the ridiculously loud music. I motioned to the front door and grabbed his elbow. I wasn’t going to let this hot, professor-like stud with the huge poker slip out of my hands. We left the dance club and began to walk down the street in the cool, sea mist filled San Francisco air. “My God, that’s loud. My ears are ringing!”

“What?1?” he shouted, tossing me a sidelong smile and holding a hand up to his ear. I laughed and purposefully bumped into him. We continued to walk around and chatted, not wasting time to find out if we wanted to hook up for the night. We then swapped vital information such as cock size, top/bottom, preferred positions and acts. Soon we got to his new Mercedes and quickly sped away to his home. He lived here in The City, and considering the price of real estate, figured he must be loaded.

We cruised down Mission Blvd. and soon our hands found each other’s crotches. My cock was rock had and pinned against the side of my leg by my tight 501’s. His slacks were much looser and allowed for more movement and manipulation of his solid and thick piece of meat. I grabbed his cock like a stick shift, holding the head and top of his shaft in my left hand. Every time he had to shift to climb a hill or come to a stop I would pretend to shift in a likewise manner with his cock. After 4 or 5 shifts, we were coming to the top of hills and stopping much more quickly. “You’re gonna make me cream my Haggar’s if you keep that up,” he informed me.

“I know. But that’s okay; I’ll get you hard again so you can bury this huge rod of yours up my ass. How much farther?”

“Just a couple of miles. I can hardly wait to get you onto my bed and bury my bone in your ass and fuck you like you need.” For the next couple of miles we continued to talk dirty to each other as I continued to massage and shift his cock through his pants. His hand continued to rub up and down my leg, paying extra attention to the head and glans of my throbbing cock.

When we got to his house, an old 3 story Victorian nestled in between two other Victorians, we immediately climbed the stairs and proceeded to his bedroom. There was no time for drinks or a smoke, we both needed to fuck and get our rocks off. We quickly stripped and I plopped down on the bed, spreading my legs so that he could crawl between them and mount me.

He crawled between my legs and drove his hard 9” cock into my groin, trapping my 7 incher between his meat and my stomach. We kissed and dry humped for a few minutes until he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a couple of rubbers and big tube of K-Y. He hoisted himself up onto his knees, ripped open a package and rolled the condom down his throbbing and twitching cock. I laid there and watched as he did this, wondering if the Southern Comfort had gone to my head too much and had second thoughts of whether I could take this Apolloan phallus up my poop shoot.

Wonder didn’t last long as he quickly spread K-Y onto my butt hole and worked a generous amount into me. Soon he was lying on top of me again, holding his cock in one hand to guide it to my hot hole. He pressed hard against my hole and was met with resistance, but soon the head popped into me. I let out a loud grunt and groan as he entered, his 4” around cock slowly driving up my chute. When he was about ½ way in he halted and let me adjust to him. “Jesus,” I breathed. “Fuck me slow at first. You’re so fucking big.”

He very slowly began to rock on top of me, his fat meat forcefully sliding in and out of my love hole. He groaned as he rode me and I grunted with each forward movement. Soon I began to groan, which got louder. He fucked me faster, moving to a nice, medium speed and once his rhythm was achieved, slid his hand down and wrapped it around my drooling 7” cock. Within a few minutes he was banging me and jerking me as my hands roamed his back and ass cheeks, my groans now having shifted in pitch into whines and howls.

Expertly he fucked me, every few minutes pausing and then slowly driving it in at and angle that rubbed the side of my anus, then returning to his good, old-fashioned screwing. By now my legs were wrapped around his lower back, I was whimpering like a lost puppy while he fucked me. He had removed his hand from my cock and was now milking it with his toned stomach with each forward and backward stroke. “Fuck me Daddy, Fuck me. Fuck me. Do me hard!” I urged him on with obscenities that I only use during sex.

Apparently, he liked what I was saying as he joined in the dirty talk. “Yeah, You like that big ol’ cock in you don’t ya boy? Don’t Ya?! Take it all you bitch, take it all.” The headboard began to pound against the wall as he thrust forcefully into me.

Soon I was practically shouting. “God! I’m gonna shoot it man, you’re gonna make me cum!!”

Moments later my first hot stream of cum flooded my stomach, which set him off. He thrust hard into me, making me grunt loudly and I felt the first shot of his cum deep in my guts. Each pump filled the tip of the latex condom more and more. We both came for what seemed like hours, but which was undoubtedly only a few seconds. When done, his rocking subsided to a very slow rhythm as his cock softened inside of me and as my own cock quivered between us. He left it in as he lay on top of me and panted like a dog, me along with him. A couple of minutes later he began to pull his soft love muscle out of me very slowly. This also seemed to take a very long time since his cock was soft, but had not lost much of its length. Finally, he was all the way out of me and rolled off and onto his back.

“Jee-zuz Ca-rist, that was good! I haven’t been plowed by an expert like you for a long time.”

He giggled and said he loved the noises and squealing I made while he screwed me and especially liked my filthy mouth. He said, “It’s nice to have someone alive in bed. Someone who lets you know how good you’re fucking them.”

“Yeah, well you probably screw most guys’ brains out and they loose their power of speech. The way you fucked me I thought you were driving your cock right up the tip of my spine. My butt’s gonna be rubber for a week. Thank you!”

He chuckled and started to rub the cum that had been smeared on my stomach in circular motions. Soon we were rubbing and cuddling each other’s sweaty bodies. “By the way, what’s your name?” I realized I had no idea what his name was.

“Rick” he said, and I replied with mine, “Robert.” We lay in each other’s arms and fell asleep close to 11:30, according to the glowing numbers from the alarm clock next to his bed.

Around 2:00 a.m., I awoke to the feeling of something inside me. I was on my stomach, my head resting on my hands and my legs spread far apart. The bed slowly rocked back and forth as Rick eased his hard cock into me again. This was comforting and confusing at the same time, as I had never been fucked in my sleep before. “Ooooh, Rick. Make love to my hole. Screw me nice and slow this time.”

“Don’t worry baby, this one is going to be nice and slow, and it’s going to take me at least a good hour to blow again.” He leaned into me, his hard chest and stomach pressed into my back, his hips slowly rocking into my ass cheeks, his cock slowly driving up into me.

Gently, he kissed my neck and shoulders. His hands slid under me and began massaging my pecs and rubbing up and down my torso. With the position I was in, all I could do was lay there and accept the loving attention he gave me. His fat cock slowly traveled in and out of my guts, each inward thrust slowly filling me then being followed by a feeling of emptiness as his fat cock slowly withdrew from me. Every couple of minutes he would slide in and grind his hip into me, forcing his long shaft all the way up my chute. He would hold it in there and low, throaty moans would escape his throat as his fat cock quivered inside of me, stretching to explore farther into me.

I managed to wrap my feet around his calves, trying to increase every inch of our bodily contact. I turned my head into his and our tongues reached out to each other. We kissed softly, relishing in the flavor of each other’s mouth. Our physical communion continued for at least a good 30 minutes. The gyrations of Rick’s hips drove my own into the mattress, forcing my dribbling cock to be massaged by the foam and springs beneath it.

Then Rick slowly withdrew his 9” meat out of me and told me to turn over. He lay on top of me again and drove his fat rod back into my love hole. He didn’t need to guide it in with his hand, it was as if his cock had it’s own mind and found it’s way home instinctively. Immediately, I wrapped my arms and legs around his torso. Again our tongues met as we began fucking not only at our groins, but with our mouths too. Rick’s tongue went so far down my throat that I was sure he would be able to taste the tip of his own cock that lay so deep inside of me. The combination of oral and anal union made me feel totally fulfilled, totally at peace and totally open to this man. Older men are great this way because they are past the frantic and urgent need to get off and can just slowly experience you and your body, languishing in the beauty and warmth of it. Young bucks with their rock hard cocks are great for a quickie, but when you want a long, slow screw, find yourself an older man like this.

The sweat of Rick’s body covered me and mingled with my own, providing a pool of electricity for our bodies to glide upon. My ass gently contracted around Rick’s massive organ, milking him as he slowly fucked me. My hips gently rose to meet his thrusts, driving him into me fully. My hands worked their way down his back and gripped his tight ass cheeks, also pulling him into me. Soon my fingers found their way into his crack and one of my fuck fingers found his sweaty hole. Rick’s hot hole surrounded my finger on his backward thrusts, causing him to moan loudly, his head tilting back in ecstasy.

On his next forward thrust, my hand moved forward with him, so as not to dislodge my finger from his tight hole. Rick continued to fuck me, but now with my finger up his ass, he began to fuck me with more forceful thrusts. The bed shook with each drive inward. My cock again throbbed between our bodies. Rick’s hand slipped between us and encircled my pulsing cock. However, he did not stroke it, he held it tightly, his thumb rubbing the underside of my cockhead as he slowly yet rhythmically squeezed it.

Our bodies where like an orchestra playing, all the different pieces playing in unison to make a beautiful sound that carried the soul to a magical place. “Oh God, Robert, you feel so good. I’m gonna cum, man, I’m gonna cum,” Rick urgently whispered into my ear.

“Yeah baby, fill me with your seed, shoot it into me baby, shoot it into me!” My finger fucked his asshole quicker, his hand massaged my cock more intently, but his pistoning cock kept it’s smooth and deliberate thrusts in check. Soon I felt his hot cream scorch the inside of my guts, which sent me off, squirting load after load out of my own cock and into his tight hand. Loud moans erupted from our throats as we came in unison, our bodies pressing together in an attempt to become one. For the first time, I felt a stirring deep inside me, as if my soul reached out for his, and they met, and became one. Our fire continued, even past our mutual climax, and radiated through our bodies, keeping us in our own private heaven.

Slowly our passion subsided and gave way to a feeling of peace. We continued to kiss and lick and rub each others bodies and gently fell asleep with Rick still on top of me, his soft cock still buried inside me and my legs wrapped around his.

That was our first true love making, but not our last. Rick and I fell in love that night when our souls touched. It’s been 15 years, I’ve been out of the Navy for nearly as long and we have grown content in our love and companionship.