Gay Erotic Stories

The gist of my newfound friend's e-mail to me was how much fun he had had that weekend. He had enjoyed the sex and could hardly wait for the next round. The next weekend he agreed to let me escort him to a party of mostly gay students and academics close to my own residence. I was not sure how acquainted Ari was with the social scene of males who enjoyed same sex interaction.

"Well Blonde, is this sweet apparition the cause of why we have seen so little of you?" my host inquired with almost unctuous sociability. "If so, I approve whole heartedly," he continued, ogling my date with undisguised interest. "Ari, you must tell us all about yourself and the incident that introduced you to our brave friend." Word had circulated among my circle of friends about the harrowing event that had brought us together.

The assembled was the usual amalgam of bookish nerds, drag queens, muscular leather freaks, and the occasional brief attendance of a lesbian couple. Ari was introduced to everyone in the almost sterile apartment of white walls, furniture, and carpeting. Coasters festooned clear Formica topped tables and white miniature electric lights garishly glittered an over abundance of domestic plants and trees. In the largest room, Ari was understandably too distracted to acknowledge his introductions. He was astonished to watch in open view to all, a single couple monopolizing a large sofa in an explicit act of sexual congress. A 6' stark naked dark hairy well-built man was crouched over his lover.

His left foot was on the floor, his lower leg hugged against the open side of the recliner. He used his left hand to leverage his waist and posterior, which was impaled by the indeterminate but likely lengthy cock of his mate. He obviously enjoyed the opportunity to raise and lower his ass in such a way that his partner's cock easily slid his rectal passage in long strokes. The impaled man's 7" to 9" cut cock would swagger stiffen and soften some to the tempo of the strokes.

The reclining impaler wore only a tank top, which revealed two hard brown nipples. He was comparatively stouter with a hairless torso and probably 3" inches shorter than his partner was. His fixed and focused expression betrayed an almost oblivious regard for the presence of the assembly. He was obviously enjoying the sensation deriving from the tight ass and his hips would thrust upward to meet the descending ass of his mate.

"Oh don't pay any attention to them. That is just Ken and Brucey. Brucey has a kinky performance problem. They can only seem to get it on when they are in the presence of others. . . Honestly, by now, it has gotten so boring." Obviously, it was not so to Ari.

Of equal interest, almost everyone else in the room was ignoring them or otherwise uninterested in conduct that would ordinarily be regarded too graphic and out of place for a normal social function. Ironically, it was only a lesbian couple within touching distance who sat shoulder to shoulder on the floor in rapt attention to every detail of the intense renderings. They were like two dogs watching their masters, not losing sight of any activity, lest they miss one of them toss a morsel of the meal for canine delectation. One was a husky woman with broad shoulders and shoulder length hair. Her friend seemed petite with two long braids. The large woman reached over and removed a strap from her friend's overall type outfit and started groping her about the breast and underarm. For a minute, I believe both Ari and I assumed the two would also break out into some explicit erotic performance.

"I've warned you two before. Don't you DARE get any of your cum on my expensive furniture." Our host flashed a melodramatic wide-eyed frown in their direction. "I can sprint and grab a kitchen knife in a flash. . . Don't you doubt that I would pull a Lorraina Bobbit on the both of you if I had a mind to?" He chuckled with that follow up.

"Fuck you!" The reclining man had just enough presence of mind to respond to our host's threat.

"Sorry Sweetems, as much you would like to, I am already taken. He turned back to us with a decadent leer. "Honestly, I had hoped the two of you would honor all of us by disrobing as much as you would be comfortable and giving us a show of what you two enjoy doing with each other. . . Blonde, have you told Ari about our get-togethers?" Ari shot back a look with enough urgency to communicate that he was not the least bit interested in complying with such an outrageous suggestion.

It was then that we heard a loud moan from the direction of the couch. The reclining man had grabbed his friend's cock with frantic strokes as globs of jism jettisoned on both of them and the hand embracing the throbbing gun. To the applause of the other guests, they both grimaced in a stiffened pose and our host was upon them instantly with smearing tissues to wipe away the eruptive discharges of their public coupling. Much to the amusement of all, tissues were being applied with special attention to the posterior entry of the recently impaled man as the copious jism of his reclining partner sluiced generously from that small opening.

As we were leaving, I explained that in previous festive occasions I had stripped and participated in casual sex, usually while others looked on. This was not unfamiliar social activity in this type of urban setting among close and discreet friends. It was especially encouraged for new couples to engage in sex play so that others in attendance would be familiarized with their particular preferences. "It actually cuts down on the rumors when your friends and acquaintances can see what you do," I used. "It doesn't speak well for privacy, but I don't think it is so bad if your circle of friends is tolerant. . . They certainly are a bunch of voyeurs and exhibitionists." We both laughed.

That night we bedded again at Ari's dorm room. We were frantic to deprive each other of all our clothes and our tongues danced about in each other's mouths, so impatient we were for physical union. He was so stimulated by the events of the evening; I was obliged to plunge my throbbing cock in his horny butt hole twice to alleviate his craving for contact. "Is that as hard as you can fuck? Stroke faster!! Thrust HARDER!! I want to feel you really bang me up there." The second time, I withdrew and sucked on his tool until it throbbed its release of passion fluid for my taste.

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The next weekend I was able to talk Ari into accompanying me for a three-day retreat to my home on the outskirts of the Appalachians. On the scenic drive there, our topics of conversation turned decidedly physical and I alerted my passenger that a wooded rest stop was up ahead where we could act on our building heated desires. He would mischievously reach to my lap and boldly squeeze about my inner thigh and crotch. I unconsciously opened my legs wider to give him better venue for his fondling.

At the parking lot of my chosen destination, the source of my stimulation smirked at the obvious difficulty I endured straightening myself as I stepped out of my car. Ignoring the other travelers at the information booth and scenic overlook, I led my partner down an obscure path into a densely wooded grove to enjoy our physical couplings in privacy. At the end of a smaller tributary trail, we heard moans. Overwhelmed by curiosity, we quietly crept along the diversion, encountering a crouching man sucking the ample cock of his standing friend.

"Well dudes, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to reciprocate by giving us a show?" The crouching man had turned to address us as they acknowledged our presence. He had dark features and wore a navy bandana and a black rock t-shirt. His jeans were open and pulled down just below the waist of his ass, revealing his own 5 or 6" fat cut cock. It glistened at the end, suggesting that it had been leaking pre-cum for some time. His 6'+ standing friend leaned against a tree with a crumpled looking open fronted flannel shirt, cut at half way up the upper arm of the sleeves.

The thick hair on his forearms matched the slight hair on his wide chest and sprinkle about his taut navel. The likeness extended to the long dark red hair gathered in a small ponytail, sideburns ending in a close cropped beard. His jeans were pulled down to his ankles, exposing his thick 8 to 9" cut cock, glistening with a slick coating of his partner's oral fixation. Wispy generous tufts of dick weed that even graced the sides of a low hanging nut sac surrounded it. He regarded us with a slight frown of disapproval.

I awoke Ari out of a stupefied stare by reaching and unzipping his trousers to reach beyond the cloth barriers and withdraw his gender prong. It seemed almost uncivil not to respond to our new acquaintances in similar kind. Not surprisingly, my own partner's sex probe was moist, warm and swelling as my fingers fumbled to release it from concealment. I placed his right hand between my legs, signaling him to attend to the growing heat and excitement in my own loins.

"That's more like it! How about showing us what you do when you get it on, as I work on my bro', here." He then turned back to his friend's slick sausage and generously licked and kissed about its head and shaft. Lips and tongue ministered to that stately specimen of male arousal with such zeal that slurping and smacking was noisily audible. I wondered whether the sound effects were part of the performance or the genuine passionate enthusiasm of a fixated cocksucker lustily enjoying the object of his desires. Either way, his standing partner responded favorably with a succession of quick gasps and moans.

Ari and I never for a second removed our wide-eyed gazes from this explicit spectacle. Somehow, we were able to feel about each other's lower torsos and expose our inflamed organs for our mutual manual erotic pleasures. I thrilled to the firm caresses and squeezes about the sensually greedy flesh of my cock and balls by my exploring partner. In turn, I firmly stroked and caressed his not quite marble-like and slightly springy smooth heated throbbing olive-toned sex wand. The standing man watched us glassy eyed, savoring both the lust filled activity before him as well as the deft attentions to his own joystick. He was inspired to release the electric heat in his loins in a burst of male eruption deep into the eager mouth and throat of his attending partner. We had just both convulsed our slick orgasmic spasms originating from deep within our loins out our conspicuously gaping pee holes. Multiple spurts of fresh seed splattered on to the fertile forest floor about our feet. We thanked our new acquaintances for sharing their intimacies and we were away once again.

Upon arriving at my home situated deep in the woods of a long winding "holler" road, we unpacked the car. We both stripped naked for the first time in several hours just prior to showing Ari about the house. We would not clothe ourselves again during his visit except once on a driving tour in the vicinity. Part of my yard is secluded, isolated and invisible to my neighbors. We spent long hours lazily lounging in sun and spring breeze bathed nudity, cavorting about in embraces of tender kisses and sensual massage. Both being uncut, we enjoyed the fascinating pastime that such naked couples do. Long minutes were applied in the careful investigation of each other's foreskin. We tugged and stretched those superfluous morsels, gleefully comparing flexibility and elasticity. A playful wrestling match on a picnic spread blanket mellowed into a round of intense mutual ass rimming. Our prodding tongues swept and licked until we found ourselves in a blissful 69, breathlessly excited bodies pulsing in an enthralled embrace: bronze on pale white, white on bronze.

On the evening of the second day, we sprang out of our shelter to run about and wash each other under the cool drenching downpour of a passing storm. Nymphs in a state of nature, he kneeled and thrust his glistening cock in my waiting mouth as I lay spread eagled in the green grass. Before the rain ceased and with anxious tongue and lips, I fervently wrested from him warm shots of flavorful festering seed.

On route back to our academic pursuits, he alerted me to a gathering of friends who haled from his own corner of the globe. "The one thing you have in common with the rest of us," he cleared his throat, "we all enjoy. . . ah, the company of men. I will try to get the both of us invited."

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Upon arrival back at my apartment, mounting mirth and excitement accompanied my awareness that my large transvestite roommate had temporarily vacated the premises to tend to a sick family member. I had prescient visions of a desperately yearned erotic frolic. He (she) had mirrored panels applied to the ceiling over the bed. Not phased by the tacky kitsch of such adornments, the opportunity presented was irresistible.

"Pleeassse fuck me ! ! !", I begged. "You know a horny hot Asiatic like you has at least a little top in you. He`s gone and we should take advantage of the situation." My partner in intimacy was shy about the brevity of his stiff excitement. He fretted that he could not penetrate my horny posterior passage deep enough for my satisfaction. "You know I loouuuvve your sweet Maylay cock. . . Now I can watch while you cram that beauty into my ass. Don't you like my white ass? Don't you want to get up close and personal with my pale and pink, soft and swelling man pussy?"

That night, I changed the sheets on that king-sized bed. I looked up and watched myself beat off as I fantasized about our new clash of body parts.

I could hardly think of anything else the next day. I was alone, naked and hard in the apartment hours before his entrance. Allowing him in, I lewdly turned, bent part way over and reached back to spread my ass cheeks. "Do you see how happy I am for you to take me back here? Strip! I want your cock, now!" Peeling away his bikini briefs as we entered the bedroom, I threw myself on my back on the spacious bed. He gingerly joined me and after earnest hugs and kisses we giggled and chortled on our backs as we watched each other play with the electrifying organs that buzzed between our entwined legs. I shamelessly tugged on his twitching tool, positioning him closer between the spread in my legs. I had conveniently posited a pillow under the small of my back. I pulled him up to a seated position and raised my spread legs, pulling away my own pulsing cock to allow him an unobstructed point of piercing impact. I aggressively thrust a tube of lubrication in his hand, insistent on my intentions. It was like participating in the porno film one is viewing to watch him on the ceiling applying the slickness to his swarthy sex sword. "Don't forget to grease my pussy", I yelled out in continued mock authority. His wringing fingers vigorously swabbed copious portions about and within my delighted hole.

I was delirious with excitement to finally be attended to in this manner by my naked bronze-colored companion. His legs straddled either side of me and he was situated close enough to my supinely raised behind to enter me. "Ari, I can see all of you. Shove your sweet meat into me now." I could distinctly see him reach with his right hand and with thumb and forefinger better part my spreading ass cheeks to expose my twitching hole. With his left, I could see him lower his hot stiffened cock to the entry point of my yearning passage and thrust his hips to effect a decisive penetration.

Surrealistically, we both looked up to watch the reflection of the lengthy strokes in and out of my yielding cavity. My mesmerized mate tightly grasped my waist at the tops of my raised legs, the better he could thrust his pulsing organ deep into the grip of my murky moist and svelte love tunnel. There is perhaps no other moment for a male who craves contact with other males, when he is as intently conscious of his living existence. I finally have my unhindered backside pummeled and ravished with such unabashed abandon by the urgent passions of a sensation-crazed partner, after such a long absence. I am reminded what it is to live life to the fullest. When in a final pounding deep thrust, I can tell by his tense wincing expression that his loins are exploding in spasms of hot pleasure. Instantly, I thrill to the squirts of warm slippery climax that spew from his tightly buried convulsively expanding meat into the inner depths of my delectably filled and stretched bowels.

That night we slept together under the reflection in the warmth and nurturance of each other's naked embrace with a closeness that surpassed anything we had experienced to date.