Gay Erotic Stories

I am a 40 year old gay man, living in Florida. Brown eyes, short cropped brown hair, slightly gray around the edges, a goatee and hairy chest. A trim 6 feet tall and 175 pounds with a cut 8+ inch dick. I suppose I’d be classified an otter in the gay animal kingdom.

I was sent off to Helsinki for several days of planning meetings with one of our customers. I was the only one from the home office on the trip, but I would be working with a colleague who lived in Helsinki. We were meeting with 7 people from the customer. Some of whom lived in Helsinki and some who came from other cities in Finland. All men, all married, all attractive and all unattainable - at least from my sexual point of view.

After the second full day of leading the planning sessions and educating the customer on our new software, it was time for the ancient Finnish tradition of going out for drinks, darts, drinks, a little food and yes, more drinks. OK, maybe darts isn’t typically Finnish, but drinking certainly is. We met up early that evening at the appointed bar in the city center and started our drinking and darts.

I did manage to win one game of darts, proving there is an element of luck in the game. Fortunately the competition wasn’t too serious, and there were a lot of jokes, taunting and laughing. I liked hanging out with the guys, sizing them up, looking at their assets, the occasional touch, and of course, dreaming up sexual fantasies.

Way after midnight, it was time to head off to the hotel so I could get a few hours sleep, before having to get up and start the meetings all over again tomorrow. I am a decent drinker by American standards, but the Finns seem to have mastered the sport. I was so drunk, I wasn’t even sure I could get my coat on or find the door, let alone make my way back to the hotel 3 streets over. Fortunately, one of the customers from the meeting that didn’t live in Helsinki was also staying at the same hotel. His name was Miko and he assured my colleague and the others that he would get me back safely.

Miko is a very enigmatic character. He’s in his mid 30’s with dark brown piercing eyes, an olive complexion, and constant beard stubble. He has short brown wavy hair, more suitable for a Turk than a Finn. A couple of inches shorter than me, he has a firm body that fills his clothes out well. Not overly muscular, with a perfect ass and nicely packed crotch, just my type of man. He’s quiet spoken and serious, with a smile that disarms you. I knew from small talk during darts that he had 2 kids and a wife back home, so the best me and my cock could hope for were hot fantasies of this Finnish stud.

Miko and I stumbled out of the bar into the cold November night. The freezing temperature made me instantly alert and alive, but no matter how hard I tried to focus, I just couldn’t walk straight. Miko on the other hand seemed in full control. How much had I drunk? Didn’t Miko match me beer for beer? Whatever the case, the short walk turned into me wobbling about and repeatedly bumping into Miko while he led the way. Not that I minded this problem, as every time I fell into Miko I could smell his musky scent and feel his solid reassuring grasp. If it weren’t for the spinning inside my head, I would really being enjoying this.

On the walk, he opened up even more. Pointing out objects in shop windows that reminded him of where he grew up in the countryside, or explaining monuments and Finnish heroes. I did a weak job of holding up my end of the conversation. The more he said, the more attracted I became and the more I wanted him. What a dilemma, being gay, horny, drunk and in the company of an irresistible straight hunk.

All too soon we made it back to the hotel. In the elevator at my floor, I started to mumble good night and thanks for getting me back safely.

“I’ll make sure you find your room.” And with that, followed or rather led me to my door. He skillfully managed using the room key card to open the door, which surprised me. He was either a manageable drunk, or not nearly as drunk as me.

Once inside, Miko led me over to the bed where I plopped down, face first onto the soft warm bed. “Let’s take off that coat and shoes before you pass out”. I was in complete agreement. Helping as best I could with the coat I rolled around on the bed trying to assist. Miko took over completely with the shoes. After unlacing and pulling them off, he seemed to pause for a minute to look around the room. I was fighting off drunkenness and sleep, half comatose on the bed as I watched through barely opened eyes. What could be so interesting? Surely his room must look a lot like this one.

Slowly and quietly, he took off his coat and walked over to my open luggage. Alternating glances between my sprawled body and my luggage he seemed to be calculating the scenario. I thought, what’s going on? Is he looking to steal something? I work with the guy for heavens sake. This can’t be happening. I’m drunk, it’s too hard to speak or even contemplate getting up. The best I can do is keep watching through heavy eyelids, as he reaches into my luggage, moving clothes around, searching. But for what?

Moments later he glances back at me one more time as I breathe heavily, nearly passed out. From a pile of dirty clothes he pulls out my underwear from the day before. I am so confused. What is he doing? He takes my dark blue bikini briefs and inspects them closely. He has to see the dried cum stains from my jack off session last night. The underwear has to be stiff from all the dried cum. I’m so embarrassed. I work with this straight guy. What is he thinking?

Very deliberately, he raises my dirty underwear to his nose, closes his eyes, and inhales.

I must be dreaming; my married business associate getting off on my underwear and day old jism? For the next few minutes he returns to searching my luggage, taking an inventory of all my underwear, dirty and clean; feeling, stretching, sniffing, all the while ignoring me in my drunken stupor on the bed. At last he stops the investigation. I assume he’s finished, had his fun, and is about to leave. I close my eyes. Suddenly, the bed moves under his weight as he sits down beside me. I’m motionless.

Softly, he says more to himself than me “You think you can stand up in front of everyone for two days with those tight pants? Wiggling that ass around? Tiny bikini underwear, framing your ass. So obvious, so naughty.” With that, he begins stroking the back of my thighs through the shiny fabric of my dress slacks. His hands moving back and forth, inching higher. He reaches my ass and rubs circles, pausing ever so slightly on the subtle ridges made by my underwear. Investigating by touch, learning by feel, making me hard. I softly moan, offering no resistance. “Let’s see what you have on under there, naughty man.”

Reaching under me to undo my belt and unbutton my pants, I raise my hips slightly, intrigued by where this is going but frightened by what might happen to me in my defenseless drunken state. Miko slowly starts to ease my slacks down and lets out an audible exhale as my silky red Hugo Boss high-cut bikini comes into view. “I knew it; so professional on the outside, but so naughty on the inside.” With my slacks now down around my ankles, he returns to massage my bikini clad ass. Hypnotic and sensual, I groan as the silky warmth of my ass increases and my cock grows into a painful erection, trapped between me and the bed. Miko plays with my underwear, pulling it away from my legs and letting it snap back to my skin. Pulling it up my ass crack, exposing my butt cheeks and then putting it all back in place to start all over again. His breathing gets heavier. Curious and thorough, he explores every inch of my underwear and ass.

After several minutes, my erection is heavily leaking pre-cum and forming a sticky puddle in my red bikini. I’m slowly being driven insane by the silky friction. “Standing behind you tonight playing darts, I could see the outline of your underwear… you naughty, naughty man, I wanted to reach out and touch your ass. Rub up against it and let you know what kind of danger you were playing with. I almost followed you in to the bathroom, but this will be so much better.”

Suddenly the massage stops and I can feel the bed move as Miko stands up. My bright red ass exposed to view, with my shirt pushed up and pants down around my ankles. I hear the sound of belt and zipper, and pants being lowered. I pry open my eyes slightly and see in the mirror the reflection of Miko with his pants down around the floor and an obscene bulge trapped in his tight white shiny boxer briefs. He’s completely aroused by the massage, just as I was. He has my day old cum stained blue bikini in one hand. Smelling it like it’s a drug. His other hand starts rubbing his nylon covered cock, as a dark spot of precum stains the fabric. He’s looking at me, helpless on the bed. Whether he’s deciding on a plan of action or just enjoying the moment, I don’t know.

He stops rubbing his cock, and manages to rearrange it so that the uncut head points out of the horizontal opening in the front. I see the waistband, it reads HOM. Further rearranging brings the whole enormous cock shaft out in the open. He begins to seriously jack off while staying focused on my shiny red ass. The length of his cock is similar to mine, but the girth is much greater. The head and shaft are roughly the same size, merging into one thick solid cylinder. On the up strokes, his foreskin hangs loosely over the head, begging to be licked and nibbled. I just hope to remember all the details when I recover from the alcohol, because this is the stuff you never want to forget. I slowly grind my bikini covered cock into the mattress as I enjoy the show, wiggling my ass to give Miko a show as well.

“You just don’t stop do you? It’s time for you to learn something, naughty man.” Miko moves around to the side of the bed, with his erect cock inches from my face. It looks even bigger up close and I can see glistening drops of pre-cum at the tip. “Open wide.” I contemplate the size and savory taste of his cock and what is about to happen, and open my lips. As I do, Miko forces open my mouth and stuffs my old cum stained blue underwear from yesterday into my mouth. “This is going to hurt. You’ll thank me in the end though.” I can’t speak as the salty taste of my own cum starts to come back to life in my mouth. I close my eyes.

Back at the other end of the bed, Miko grabs my crumpled up slacks, pulls them from around my ankles and throws them on the floor. Then the bed shifts as Miko climbs back on. My mind is working slowly from all the alcohol, but I know what’s about to happen and only wish I had drunk more, to deaden the pain. Miko’s hands, one on each hip, raise me up. His drooling dick rests on top of my bikini covered ass. Slowly he moves his dick back and forth and up and down my crack; tempting me, teasing me, while enjoying the feel of silky red underwear on his cock. He aims at my asshole and pokes. Introducing his fat head to my puckered hole. Separated only be a thin veil of fabric. Then slapping his cock against my ass, more poking, more slapping, more rubbing, a comprehensive ritual of underwear and cock play. The pouch of my bikini is drenched in precum. I would beg to be fucked, but can’t speak with the cummy underwear crammed in my mouth.

Finally, I hear the sound of spitting, and feel a firm hand grabbing my red underwear, pulling a leg opening to the side, exposing one butt cheek and my willing asshole.

As the slick head of his cock touches my bare asshole, I am both thankful for the moment because he is an amazingly handsome man who knows what he wants and what I will do for him, and afraid for what is to come next. “You deserve this, naughty man”. And with that simple statement, he slowly enters me inch by inch by inch. Never slowing, never pausing, and never stopping. I’m breathless, with tears in my eyes, a scream in my gut, and cum soaked underwear stuffed in my mouth. It seems like an eternity before I feel the shiny smooth fabric of his underwear around the base of his cock up against my ass and know that I have taken him completely. I take in a breath through my nose and open my eyes slightly to look in the mirror at this half clad straight man with his huge dick up my ass, and me in this compromising position.

After the initial thrust, Miko pauses, slowly withdraws, and plows in again, slightly faster. With each thrust his tempo increases, grinding his cock in harder and harder. Slapping his hips into my ass, making sure I get every inch. Like a machine, a madman, he is going to fuck me the way he wants to fuck. Punishing my ass, driving my head into the mattress, the headboard, the wall. He doesn’t care. It’s all about him, his cock, his pleasure, and his fantasy. I am just a necessary prop.

In a drunken haze, I have no sense of time. I can only focus on the mixture of pleasure and pain, as the fucking continues at a frenzied pace. Miko was right after all, I am truly thankful both for the fuck and for being gagged with my own cummy underwear to keep me from screaming.

I know I can’t take much more. My prostate is being pounded and my cock is being thrust back and forth inside my stretched red bikini. I want this incredible fuck to last, but my body can’t hold back. I let out a muffled scream, swallowing flavors of day old cum. My asshole clenches and spasms around Miko’s thick dick as I start to shoot my load. Each thrust of Miko sends another rope of cum into my waiting bikini. Spurt after spurt, until I am drained and pumping nothing. I can tell Miko is getting close as well. His last few thrusts were delivered with brute force as he clenches the waistband of my bikini, yanking my ass back onto his driving cock.

“FUCK!” he screams, followed by something in Finnish, as his last thrust stops with his cock firmly planted in my ass. The feel of his hot wet boxer briefs firmly up against my half exposed ass. Inside I can feel his massive member discharging semen with one huge pulsing convulsion after another. His grunts and gasping breath are like applause. He has satisfied himself, at my expense; acting out some kinky underwear fetish, dominating me, and leaving his cum deep inside me.

Collapsing on top of me, I can feel his body heat and throbbing heart through our sweaty clothes. He gently pulls my old wet underwear out of my mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly, our heavy breathing starts to return to normal. His cock gradually deflates and slides from my ass, bringing along with it oozing liquid, as his cum drips from my stretched asshole. I am exhausted, and empty.

With effort, Miko eventually untangles himself from me and rises from the bed. I can hear the rustling of clothes and zipper sounds. I open my eyes for one last look at his handsomeness. He looks at me with those deep dark eyes and says with all seriousness “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, naughty man”.

Reaching out, he takes hold of my stretched, cum stained red bikini briefs and carefully pulls them down, freeing them from my legs. Miko folds them neatly, protecting the cummy contents. “This is mine now.” Unable to speak, move, or think, I lay there, fucked, with cum still dripping from my upturned ass.

As Miko exits, I hear “Don’t be late for work, you naughty man”. The door clicks back into place, and I pass out.

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