Gay Erotic Stories

I left Triple Crown around 30 minutes to 12 midnight; I walked unsteadily to my car. Fifteen minutes’ drive will take me home I thought. Before I meandered into the highway of Lagos Island, I took another look at the Triple Crown, a place to be as their ads read. A posh 5 star hotel, tastily furnished with a first class restaurant and bar. Recently I have been running out of luck--real men are hard to come by.

My visit to Triple Crown was a result of information I had that this joint was home to many handsome and able bodied young men who were willing to do anything for money. Four hours I wasted in the bar waiting for the right guy, with nothing to show for it except a mind-boggling bill. Their charges here are 10 times higher than what I pay in other places. Out frustration I soaked up beer until I became slightly tipsy and, more frustrated. My body was aching for sex, my spirit was longing for a real man.

At 42, I was still very strong, handsome and attractive, and as manager of a thriving brewery industry, I had a steady income and good purchasing power. I was a little bit on fat side and had a huge frame. As I drove along, my headlights caught a young man in jeans and tight T-shirt that exposed his sculpted, muscular body walking by the roadside. Before I could make a decision, I had passed him. Quickly I put the car in reverse and zoomed backwards to him.

“Do you mind a lift?” I call out, trying to put up a smile. He was indifferent; he didn’t look at the car or me. After taking a positive look at him I pulled away. “He might be an armed robber or something worse” I thought as I cruised along the road “Be careful--Lagos is more dangerous at night!” I warned myself.

At about 10 minutes to midnight I walked into my sitting room and I walked into the bath and took a cold shower. Meanwhile, I have been having a raging hard on. I was just ready for my masturbation when the bell door rang. “A man is waiting outside to see you sir,” my security man said as he peered through the louvers. “He said he is from Port Harcourt, the oil city,” my security added.

“Let him in,” I said. He ran to the gate and I opened my door and came outside, standing on the balcony with only a towel on my plump waist.

I was stunned beyond words with the man I saw. He was a drop dead handsome, my heartbeat increased rapidly as he walked towards me. The security man carried his bag along.

“Good morning sir, he said as he looked at his watch while offering his hand. My heartbeat skipped as I felt the softness his large palm. From his breast pocket he produced a note that formally introduced him by my old friend, Mr. Uche. In Nigeria that was the only convenient way to contact a gay partner, because of legality issues and prevailing societal derision.

When I was reading the note, I caught him lusting over my roaring hard on. “This weekend might be a good one after all,” I thought. “You are welcome,” I said as I led him into the room.

“You have a great house,” he said as he took another look at the spacious and tastily furnished parlour.

“Thank you,” I said and dashed into the kitchen. I came back with two glass cups and a bottle of wine. In less than 10 minutes of discussion I amassed quite a lot information about Emeka, 36yrs old and an accountant with a commercial bank in the oil city in Lagos for special assignment. Suddenly I felt his hand across my bulk. Gently he pulled me to his muscular body and French-kissed me. “Mmmmmhhm,” I moaned as his tongue slighter along my oral cavity.

His journey in the hot son gave him a manly stuffy scent. Lightly he peeled off his shirt and slowly moved up my face and placed my nose on his armpit. I inhaled and savored the manly odor. Quickly the sensation I got caused electricity to shoot up into my spine and nerves and climaxed in my asshole. “Aaaah,” I yelled as I felt his lips on my dick. I watched with a great delight as his well-trimmed moustache and his beautiful lips moved up and down my long shaft. I found myself struggling with ecstasy, each nerve on my body tingled. I could feel my orgasm building, but I decided it was too early.

I pulled him up to my face and passionately kissed him, our tongues dancing against each other. That was when he let out a manly emotion. Suddenly he stood up and, unbuttoned his trousers and let them down, revealing clean white undies. I looked up to his face, and then down to his feet--“What a man!” I thought, “with strong arms, broad shoulders, muscular and powerful legs and a lemon kind of buttocks. He has a perfect physique for any manly competition.” I was still lost in wild thought when he exposed the biggest erection I have ever seen—10 inches or more—a huge dick sprawled out before me and begging for an attention.

I barely had let in half of its full length when it hit the back of my throat; in and out we go as I struggled to keep up. My mouth was widely stretched to accommodate the girth of the huge dick. Unlike my previous partners who may be intimidated by huge physique and who never believed that a manly guy could also be screwed, Emeka was never afraid to touch me. I almost exploded when he parted my ass crack and inserted his index finger right into my asshole. I felt even better when he made them two, and was really fucking me with his fingers I writhed and ground my ass on the rugged floor as the combat became fierce and erotically, he moved his leg across my face in a 69 fashion, and then lowered his dick into my mouth and also planted his lips on my stiff phallus. I closed my eyes and struggled with the growing and pulsating orgasm that was threatening to rip me apart. When I opened my eyes, and that was when I saw the most sensuous revelation of Emeka’s body. His smooth and round ass cheeks were parted, revealing a shaved and puckered asshole. Quickly, I inserted a finger into him. I found his prostate and messaged it in circular motion. Just like me, that was his biggest G point. He was moaning loudly and his muscular body spasmed in frenzied motion. “Keep it up baby,” he yelled.

I shrieked in surprised pleasure as I felt his breath on my anal area, then his tongue just landed at the right spot. I’d never even imagined a rim job in my life, let alone experienced one. I felt him curling his tongue and forcing it against my inner sphincter muscle. He was expertly poking the most sensitive area of my rectum; honestly he was driving me wild.

“I want to fuck you,” he said. Just beside the set I produced a lube, hitherto, I’d intended using to masturbate. He poured generous amount on his shaft. I was lying on my back, he pushed a pillow under my ass to lift me up and tore my legs apart before he smeared the lips of my anal pussy with the lube, and then pushed three lubed fingers into me.

I closed my eyes and bit my lips as the huge phallus glided into me. As it inched to the base area, the bigger the girth became, “Ee –woo- oh,” I yelled in my I dialect as pain racked my body.

“Are you alright?” he asked quickly.

“Yes,” I lied as slowly he thrust, but the more he paced, the better it became and the more pleasure I received. Rapidly the pain disappeared and he became furious with his hips. I was awash with a unique pleasure; he stretched my legs to my chest and over my shoulders, making my ass to shoot up to the sky. At that point, he pulled out, leaving his swollen head at the rim of my anus. He did it for a couple of times until I could no longer hold on. “I am cumming!” I yelled in between antagonizing pleasure. My body convulsed and my dick spewed out a huge load of hot creamy juice.

Nevertheless, Emeka continued to pound and torture my scantly used asshole into complete submission, in a way that will be best described as an outrageous and total disregard for my manliness and huge figure. However, I enjoyed every thrust that went in and out of my manly pussy. My life was made so sweet and every nerve on my body sizzled and was laced with a raw pleasure. My whole body became one giant sex organ.

Emeka was rare gem--to him an orgasm didn’t disrupt his sex drive, and he could bottle up orgasms for hours. He pulled up to my neck and kissed me, our bodies were drenched in pleasure and in sweat. I felt another orgasm building up in me. Again I sensed Emeka was on the way

“Ready?” he asked. Without waiting for my reply, he pulled out of me in a force that made a loud “plop” sound. I was expecting him to bath me with his cum, but instead he straddled me and lowered his ass towards my dick. Emeka was the all around best; he took in my huge dick with a great ease. . Then he rode and fucked me with his ass in a precision that is only usually reserved to experienced size queens. He was driving me to another explosion, “Oh oh mh o ooh,” I moaned in loud voice as pleasure overwhelmed me and I shot my cum right inside his hot ass. I watched with a great pleasure as my sperm dribbled out of his rectum. Still Emeka was not done. His body glistened as if water was poured on him. Every muscle on his body stood out. He pulled his ass away as my dick became flaccid. He flipped me over, now I was lying on my stomach as he pushed his dick into my over stretched pussy. This time he became more furious, he was fucking me with an incredible speed. “Please, please, oooh, ooh,” I heard my self-crying and begging him to stop. Each stroke was rubbing, poking, and torturing my prostate. His strong hands pinned me to the ground--he was really fucking me. My ass was highly overpowered, sore and bruised. I tightened my cunt lips on his long shaft. This pushed Emeka to a feverish pitch and he blasted his cum right into me. He pulled out and the remaining blasts splashed on my body, and he also pumped some into my mouth. That was my first time of tasting man cum.

I enjoyed Emeka throughout the weekend until he left Lagos for Oil City.

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