Gay Erotic Stories

There was a problem with his girlfriend. I think the trouble was completely unrelated to me. But, it came between us first and then their relationship as well.

I met him at a summit meeting at a hotel in Fort Worth. We were both serving under the same command. But, this was the first time we had actually met. I was horny and on the prowl. He and this other guy were my only likely targets. Everyone else was either in bed (it was the wee hours of morning), or off doing something. So these two were it.

I began chatting with them, frequently turning matters to sex. He was not my first choice of the two. As things worked out, he was definitely a good choice after all.

For a while, things were looking dim. No opportunities seemed to show up. Then, he got up to go to the bathroom. Shortly after, I followed. He was in the handicapped stall. So, I entered the one next to him and took a piss. I could hear him urinating next to me.

Turned on even more, I began to talk to him. He was slightly drunk. He began laughing about the fact that he had swiped the saltshaker and a few other things from his table at dinner. It was just a juvenile prank. But, it seemed immensely funny to him at the time and was trying to get it out of his pocket.

After leaving my stall, I stood with my arms folded over the wall of his stall. I talked with him and admired the view. I made a few suggestive comments. He said that I was making it hard for him to get the shaker out of his pocket. Trying to be coy, I asked him why. Without pause, he showed me.

He took his hand out of his pocket and smoothed his pants to either side of his crotch, outlining an impressive bulge. I don't remember what was said next. But, somehow he unzipped and revealed his hard-on encased in his tighty-whiteys (another fetish of mine).

Somehow I ended up in the stall with him. For a bit, my hands did the talking for me. I was sitting on the toilet lotus style with him standing as if still peeing. I remember the fact that he was hung big. His cock wasn’t huge in girth. But, that thing was long! It must have been about 11 inches.

I know every story has some incredible horse-man as one of the sex partners. But in my many exploits, only he and about two others were truly mammoth. I remember him putting one leg up on the handrail along the side of the stall. He used that leverage and angle to piston in and out of my mouth. This continued for a time, with me gobbling as much of him as I could.

Sometimes I even managed to deep throat him. That made him go wild. Apparently, few of the girls he had been with had liked giving head, and none of them could deep throat his large dick. I figured I'd give it the old college try. Apparently, I did a credible job.

When he came, he was moaning so loud that I was afraid someone would come in to find out who was being murdered. But by this point, I didn't really care. I was having too much fun trying to swallow his entire massive load. He must have pumped into me about ten or twelve times, every drop of it sweet and delicious. I was amazed at the sheer quantity of his load. I actually asked him if that was normal for him. He replied that usually he came like that.

Afterward, I asked him if he felt okay with reciprocating. It was his first time with a guy. So, I didn't mind if he wasn’t willing. At first, he looked a little uncomfortable. Then, he brightened a little and told me to stand up. I did and he turned me to face away from him. He slid his arm around me in a gentle hug. His other hand proceeded to slide under my waistband, pull out my dick and give me the best hand job I have ever received. The pleasure was so intense as he moved his hand gently up and down. He stroked faster and harder until I exploded all over the place.

I looked down and complimented him on his first handjob. It was wonderful. I also pointed out that he was so good that not a single drop landed on my pants. That was good. I was worried about the reaction of the other guys if they noticed.

Still leaning into his arms, I looked over my shoulder and gazed into his eyes. He leaned in to kiss me. I swear I felt my feet leave the ground! It was so gentle and memorable. Even to this day, only one man has ever kissed me like that.

After that we left the restrooms. We proceeded to the lobby to sit and talk. We held hands until the rest of the guys decided to get up.

After that summit, we parted and only saw each other a few more times. Now, I am married. Something tonight brought him to my mind and I shared my experience with my wife.

I will never forget My Lieutenant or our one night together.