Gay Erotic Stories

This happened a few years back when I was studying. I was 21 and it was the last year before I got my degree and could start my chosen profession as gym teacher. As I was constantly short of cash, and Christmas drew closer, I felt I needed a job on the side of studying. Not that I had much spare time since the studies took their fair share and I also needed time to work out. I worked out five or six times a week and had a really great body. I still considered myself as straight, even though I hadn’t been with a girl for several months. I blamed it on lack of time, but deep down I knew that I had to deal with my attraction to men, sooner or later.

Extra jobs wasn’t growing on trees, and I’d almost given up, when I one day walked into a newly opened sport-gear store. I badly needed a pair of new Speedos and decided I’d sacrifice my last couple of bucks on them. My old ones were almost see-through at that point. I was browsing at the swimwear rack and quickly found a pair I liked. But they only had them in medium. The shopkeeper – a guy in his early thirties and incredibly good looking – came up to me and asked if I needed help. “Yeah,” I said, “ do you have these in large?”

“Yes, we probably have a pair, but (he looked down on my slim waist) do you need large?”

The truth was that I needed large to keep my balls from falling out, I’m pretty well hung, but how do you say that to a guy in a sport shop? “I… eh…” I just stuttered and inadvertently looked down on my crotch. However he got the message, smiled and said he actually had the same problem and went out to get a pair of large ones.

We went to the till and as he was registering my purchase I looked at the handsome guy. He was blond, with a face so perfect as if it was chiseled in marble. He had a v-necked sweatshirt with the stores logo printed on it. In the v-neck I saw a glimpse of thick chest hair, and even though the shirt was a bit baggy, there was no doubt he was very well built. His tight jeans revealed that he probably told the truth about his own size. He also wore a wedding ring.

When I dragged my eyes from the hot guy behind the counter, I saw a note at the cash register. “Extra Staff Needed – talk with Chris, the owner”.

“I see you need extra staff” I said, “Who do I speak to?”

“Me” he said, “I’m Chris, it’s my store”.

I didn’t take me many minutes to land the job, and I began working the next day. It was a really god job. Lots of good looking jock-type guys needed help with fitting sports-gear and I got to see quite a few hunky, complete strangers in only their underwear. They probably looked at the guy in shop as kind of a priest or doctor, above sexual feeling (which I’m sure priests and doctors are not). The vane, and innocent look at their faces as they asked me for advice regarding their sweat-pants or shorts was turning me on every day.

As Christmas came closer, we got more and more customers and we kept the store open as late as possible. The last Saturday before Christmas was crazy, and as we finally had gotten the last customer out of the door, Chris said “tonight I really need a couple of beers. Feel like joining me?”

I hadn’t had much time to talk to Chris during the weeks I’d worked in the shop, so of course I agreed. We ended up talking and drinking beer after beer, until the bar closed a two in the morning. Chris was a really fun guy to be around. When we left the bar, I realized that the only way for me to get home to my student flat way outside the town center was either a horrific trip on the night bus, or a too expensive cab ride. But before I needed to make the choice, Chris said “You live quite a long way outside town, don’t you? Why don’t you crash on my couch tonight? My wife won’t mind.”

Of course I agreed. He lived just two blocks away in a nice three-room flat. We were tired, and he disappeared into the bedroom almost immediately after giving me a sheet and a blanket and pointing to the couch in the living room. I stripped down to my boxer shorts too drunk to care if Chris’ wife might see me the next morning, and I quickly fell asleep.

I woke up a few hours later when it was still dark outside. I heard someone moving about in the apartment, I opened one eye a bit and saw Chris wife out in the hall putting on her coat. Beside her she had a suitcase. She talked with Chris who obviously was still in bed. From the words I picked up I realized she was going to visit her parents over Christmas. She went into the bedroom and I heard them kiss goodbye. Then she came back into the hall, picked up her luggage and left through the front door. A minute later I heard a cab driving away outside.

I looked at my wristwatch and saw it was six o’ clock. Then I heard Chris getting out of bed, and he appeared in the hall - totally naked. He looked as if he’d just woken up, his blond hair was on end and he stretched and yawned in the hall and acted as if he had forgotten I was in the apartment. I saw his firm ass covered with blond fine hairs and his smooth triangular muscular torso. Before I got the chance to get a frontal view of his fantastic body he continued to the kitchen, and I heard him drink some water.

Then he came back into the hall, and now I immediately saw his large dick swinging semi- hard between his muscular hairy legs over his extra large balls. He had a thick bush of hair above his dick, continuing up his abs turning into chest hair over his perfectly shaped pecs. I thought for a minute he actually had forgotten I was there, but he casually looked at me, as to see if I was awake. I quickly closed my eyes, but probably to late. He’d already seen me staring at him. I heard him getting into the bathroom and without closing the door he pissed loudly for a long time.

My dick was so hard it almost split my boxers. I had to adjust it so it came out of one of the legs. I heard the toilet flushing, and then heard him washing his hands. I opened one eye again and now saw him through the open bathroom door washing his big meat under the tap. Seeing him handling the heavy cock with his fist made me dizzy and I was afraid I’d cum onto his couch. He looked at himself in the mirror with half horny, half hung-over eyes, while he soaped his dick. He absentmindedly stroked his hairy chest with the other hand as he rinsed the cock off. He then turned and came back out into the hall, giving me another full frontal view. His cock was just between soft and hardening. This time he came up to the living room doorway and stopped. He’d clearly seen me looking at him know, but he casually stood in the doorway in all his naked, morning horny glory as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hard to sleep on that couch, eh” he said with a concerned look. “Tough, on your back, I know.”

“Well…” I started, and was on my way to say, “…no, it’s actually better than my bed at home”– which it was.

But he cut me off and said, “Y’now my wife’s gone for the weekend and I’ve got half a nice, very expensive empty bed in there (pointing in the direction of the bedroom). It’s to early to get up, after the night we had yesterday so you could as well get in there with me instead and save your back.

Him talking took my mind off sex for just so long that my cock softened a bit. For some reason my first impulse was to say that I was fine on the couch, but then I thought, “am Imad? This really hot guy is naked and asks me to get into bed with him, and I’m reluctant?”

“Yeah it is kind of hard to sleep here,” I said and got up. He looked at my body and by the look on his face he liked the view. He went back into the bedroom and I went after him.

“Do you always sleep with your boxers on?” he asked.

“No” I said, “I just…”

“You might as well take them off, because your cock is sticking out through the right leg anyway “ he smiled and crawled into bed. I then realized that a good part of my soft but swollen cock was hanging out, but I could be as casual about nudity as he was, so just smiled back and took the boxers off. He looked at my cock and made an impressed face. “That’s one heavy piece of meat you’ve got there,” he said.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said.

“I guess not,” he said and gave his own thick sausage a stroke with the palm of his hand. The bed was not very wide and there was only one quilt, but so much better for it. I crawled down beside him and he covered us both with the quilt. For a while I lay there on my back, feeling my cock getting hard again from feeling his warmth radiating from just a few inches away. I heard him falling asleep, and after I while I dozed off as well. A few minutes, or maybe an hour later I woke up a bit, feeling as if I was melting. The heater in the room must be on maximum and the thick quilt added to the immense heat. I looked over and saw that Chris had kicked off the quilt all together.

He lay on his side so I only say the backside of him. He had the upper leg pulled up, so I got a hint of his hairy ass crack and a glimpse of those heavy shaved balls. From his slow breathing I could tell he was asleep. Suddenly he turned over on his back, without waking up. His cock flopped up against his six pack. It was totally erect, hovering in a nice curve up above his belly button with his balls hanging loose between his parted legs. I’d seen a few erect cocks (other than my own) in magazines, but never in real life, but from my limited experience I could tell this was a picture perfect erection.

I decided to be as uninhibited as him, and let the quilt drop to the floor. I also lay on my back, looking down on my own thick heavy hard-on. My dick curved just slightly to the left and was too heavy to hover like Chris’ did but I was proud of it anyway. The erotic sensation made me relax and I dozed off again.

Next time I came to, I immediately noticed that Chris was awake beside me. I also noticed that I had a fist clutched around my dick and it wasn’t mine.

As soon Chris saw that I woke up he let go of my pre-cum oozing hard-on and smiled slyly. “Sorry” he said wiping his hand free from my pre-cum on his belly hair and without looking at all guilty. “I just needed to feel what that thick cock felt like in the fist, compared to my own.”

“So, was there any difference?” I asked casually.

“Feel mine and see for yourself,” he said and put his arms behind his head. I reached over and started stroking his hard perfect cock slowly. “Well?” he said “Like it?”

“Sure,” I said. “But I think I need to feel your balls as well to really compare.”

“Be my guest,” he said.

I started to fondle his ball sack. His testicles were the size of eggs. I weighed them in my hand and the stroked the space underneath on the way to his ass crack. “Can I taste it?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he moaned.

I went down between his legs, starting to lick the beautiful boner, sucking on it occasionally, and then licking the balls and the space below. Then I lifted his legs and started licking his ass. I was amazed with myself. It hadn’t occurred to me until I tasted his musky asscrack, that this was my first time with a man. I liked it and continued to lick him out, stroking his hard cock at the same time. He went wild and moaned and groaned underneath me, whispering “shit that was along time ago…” which led me to believe that his wife rarely but her tongue up her husbands ass. “Fuck me,” he said.

“What?” I responded in honest surprise.

“Put that big meat up my ass and fuck it like you own me!” he urged. “I’ve been aching for cock for over a year now, and when you got into the store, bragging of your big cock that couldn’t fit into those Speedo’s, I just got obsessed with the thought of you pumping away in my ass.”

I spat in my hand and lubed up my hard-on with the spit. Then I put the thick cock head against his sphincter and pushed. It took some effort to squeeze through the tight ass muscles and from his face expression I could tell it hurt a bit when my thick cock made its way up him. But I pressed on and soon all of it was stuffed up his hot ass. I enjoyed the feeling of my hips pressing against his hairy perfect ass cheeks. I slowly rotated the base of my rod to ease him up a bit more.

“Yeah, that’s it” he said. I made a test stroke, pulling the dick out so far that my cock head was still inside his anal muscles. It worked well and I pushed in again a bit harder this time. His moans told me he was ready and I increased the pace until I was fucking him like mad. Now pulling all the way out so just the tip of the cock was still in, when I thrust it back in again. He was wild underneath me pushing back on every stroke, screaming dirty talk to me in his deep manly voice: “yeah you big fucker, slam that straight ass, push that cock all the way up dammit. I want you to empty those large fucking balls inside me. Fill me up man.”

I really felt I was in command, and slam fucked him for a good ten minutes. He didn’t touch his own dick but suddenly his moans got even louder and I understood he was about to cum. Still without touching it, his beautiful cock started to pump out white cum in long gushes all over his head. His balls were really filled to their maximum because the flow never seemed to stop. He clenched his butt cheeks as if he wanted to squeeze out the cum of my cock, and that second I started to fill him. Stroke after stroke I emptied my balls inside him roaring with pleasure.

After my cock stopped squiring cum, I pulled it out and lay down beside him. We were wet from sweat. Silently we lay there for a while, and then we hit the shower together. We soaped each other up and got hard again--this time settling with jerking each other off.

Then we had breakfast. Chris told me he didn’t consider himself as more than a straight guy obsessed with large dicks. He said he gotten into being fucked after secretly trying out a dildo at one of his previous girlfriend’s. Since then he’d been fucked about three times he said. That weekend he doubled that number…