Gay Erotic Stories

I was going to take a piss when I saw the good sized fly on the bathroom window. I caught the fucker and held it by one wing as it buzzed in a futile attempt to escape. Holding it, I stripped, put on my bifocals and stood before the full-length mirror admiring myself, anticipating Patrick snuggling his head under my hanging beer-gut. I stood before the mirror to admire my masculine self while I got sucked off.

"Pat" I called. The twenty-four year old bottom came in and saw the fly between my thick thumb and forefinger. He quickly stripped and knelt before me. He kissed my hardening dick, sucked it into his mouth and began sucking and licking what little smegma I had off it and swallowing it while humming in delight.

Once he'd swallowed the last bit of my head cheese he began to fellate me as I admired myself holding the fly with a wing in each hand. My dick felt good and I knew Pat was giving me the best suck job he knew how. I felt great in his mouth as his head pumped back and forth under my gut on my love muscle. Being uncut and turned on by my own manly good looks (no Hollywood or Madison Ave. dandy here), using Pat this way and what I was gong to do that fly, it took me less time than normal to ejaculate in his mouth as he continued to suck hard and suck every drop of my jizz out of my turgid penis. I thrust as I shot my first volley and my movement resulted in my separating the fly from one of its wings as I grinned and pumped my eyebrows while pumping the rest of my load into Pat's cock-loving mouth. My dick felt so great in the cocksucker's mouth as I got my rocks off in it. I held the back of his head with my free hand and thrust hard a number of times to pump the last of my gonads into his cunt of a mouth.

After a while I let go of his head and had him suck off of my dick. He was surprised I didn’t piss in his mouth before pulling out, which I usually do because I enjoy doing it and he enjoys drinking it. "I'm saving this ammo for target practice, I'll let you drink my next load," I explained to him while he kissed my dick.

I threw the fly into the john and grinned as I watched it buzz, swimming in lazy circles in the bowl. I lined up my shot and emptied my bladder on it.

"Good shot" Pat gushed, patting my back and kneeling to rim me while I doused the vermin with my yellow stream, keeping it under water until I was finished. I got off a fart before Pat finished rimming me and then lowered the toilet seat to take a shit on the fly. I did Pat a favor by using the toilet paper instead of making him rim me. The fly seemed to have some life left and after I finished wiping and washed my hands. Pat took a piss, trying his aim which was almost as good as mine, and then took a shit. I knew he enjoyed sitting on the toilet seat I had just warmed up for him. He jacked himself off while I dried my hands. He then wiped his ass, washed his hands and flushed the john.

Pissing on that fly was almost as enjoyable as doing it in Pat's mouth so he could drink it. Pat said watching me do what I did to that fly turned him on almost as much as servicing me. Our sexual activity was subsequently hotter and we repeated the fly act every time one of us was able to catch one.

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