Gay Erotic Stories

I first saw it in a video -- a collection of straight sex scenes. There he was, fucking a girl's mouth in a sixty-nine push-up of mouth fucking wonder. The cock was amazing and I was hooked. From that point on, I gathered all the images -- still and video -- that I could of that amazing cock.

I trace my fascination with big cocks back to my early teen years, when some neighborhood boys showed me a Swedish magazine with the alluring title, "Suck My Cock." Perhaps it was because the photo on the cover was a close-up of a cock that made it look bigger than average--I don't know. All I know is from that point on nothing turns me on like a beautiful, big cut cock with a purple head and thick veins running down the solid shaft.

Just like Jeff Stryker's cock.

As soon as I could, I hit the adult bookstores, not just looking for pictures, but trying to find a cock like that.

My first experience, in a bookstore movie booth, was with a creepy old guy in his fifties (I was maybe seventeen). I wanted to get out ... until he pulled out a big, cut cock.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I want to suck you."

And I did. It tasted not great, but felt wonderful as it hardened in my mouth.

Then I was lucky enough to find a park in my city where blowjobs were easy to come by and cocks were easy to find.

I found a few that turned me on. One nerdy looking guy pulled out a cock with a head so big on it that it almost looked like a joke. And one young stud watched me blow a regular, stroking a beautiful ten-incher...but he wouldn't come near us, and left when I headed toward him.

Then there was the nudist one Sunday morning, which walked by me while I sat on a rock. Beautiful cock, though soft, but thick and cut. He approached me and fucked my mouth for a long while. When I left, a line had formed, and he moved down it, one at a time, fucking each hungry mouth.

But still I wanted Jeff Stryker's cock.

And then one day I found it.

I was surfing through a local gay phone line, when one message caught my attention--a guy with a nine-inch cock, in search of a blowjob. And he lived nearby!

I connected with him, said I'd be right over, and headed to a brownstone right outside of downtown. His name was Jason and he buzzed me up to his fourth floor apartment when I rang the bell.

When he opened the door I wasn't turned on at all. He was too skinny, with long, scraggly hair, and not cute. But then I saw the jockstrap he was wearing and how he was filling it.

He invited me in and I was naked in seconds, following him into the bedroom.

I peeled off the jockstrap and there it was--right in front of me--Jeff Stryker's cock. Every inch of it was right, from the head, down the shaft. I cupped it in my hand and felt its weight as he started to stiffen. I stoked the length of it, pretending that if I were to look up, I'd see Jeff's chiseled body and cute, smiling face.

I pulled it into my mouth, grabbing his ass, pretending it was Jeff’s ass.

He got hard and it was great -- it was a dead ringer for Jeff Stryker's cock.

I dined on that cock for about an hour, finally letting him explode into my mouth.

I dressed to go, turned to leave, and took a look back at his large, flaccid cock, resting against his hip, looking so much like that cock that I'd spent so many years jacking off to. It was amazing and beautiful and sexy ... and before I knew it, I was on my knees again, filling my mouth with that huge, wonderful, sexy cock.

Someday, perhaps, I'll find the real thing -- run my hands across his body, kiss his full lips, suck on the genuine article and maybe feel it fill my ass.

But for now, I've come as close as I'm likely to, and let me tell you, that cock was amazing.