Gay Erotic Stories

STUDMUFFIN Our eyes met the second he entered the corridor. As quickly, to maintain conversation with the guy I talked with became increasingly difficult. Especially since the new guy stood just over an arms length away. Saliva poured over my tongue as the image of his absolutely attractive face wavered continuously through my brain, and my cock throbbed like an aneurysm in my jeans. Just after I turned and gazed my greedy eyes toe to head over his sweet backside, he walked in search of correspondence between door and movie number. Appreciation and hunger had my eyes following his every step, and it soon became obvious that hot stranger was not finding what he was looking for. “What’s the deal with these things?” He said in my direction and sent a heated thrill through my six-foot standing. I maintained and answered his questions in slowly spoken words, making sure to keep contact with his gray eyes as often, and as long as possible throughout the explanation. “Oh.” He said afterward. “I thought the letters had something to do with it also.” “No, those are for owner purposes only.” “Thank you.” He said and offered his hand, which I not only shook, I wanted to put its warmth in my crotch. Then I watched his firm-looking ass bounce as he walked away. Just the thought of getting a look at him in the way I was gonna, oh. It made me rush hard with the boiling blood of raw man to man lust. For every obvious detail about that 5 foot 10 inch tall man turned me on. And gave me on-cue clues to the details still covered by his white biker T-shirt and jeans that looked tailor made. I couldn’t help but grunt when my cock throbbed hard. “Wonder what he’s doing?” The talking stranger asked. I put a finger before him, then started down the corridor. “I’ll tell you all about it in a bit.” I said. The closer I got to the door, the more nervously eager I became. “What if he doesn’t want to play?” I whispered as I turned the doorknob. When the door opened, I could hear that he was watching a male/female flick. That again made me think twice, but it was a common used ploy in that place. With that realization, I locked my eye on the hole and actually had to suck back saliva. That Studmuffin had that cock out and was playing a few thick fingers over it. He made his knowledge of my presence known when he turned that meat in my direction and dragged a finger slowly over the drooling slit. I could feel myself kneel before it, could almost smell its essence. Man! I just had to have that cock! I rushed back into the corridor with every intention of turning the corner and dropping to my knees. “What’s he doing?” The guy I talked with asked. I signaled that he was beating off. “Are you going after it?” He furthered with impatience. “I can almost taste it, but no. You can have it.” “Think I’ll peek first.” He said, then disappeared. For some reason, I felt good about passing on the guy. Until I got into playing the video game. I was caught up in slight disbelief, feeling and calling myself stupid. The entire time I played the game, my mind worked overtime over the situation. Then, a realization came to light that changed my whole outlook. In fact, I laughed out loud at the fact that the guy was an admitted, lousy cocksucker. I simply bided my time, quick to lose the game so as to walk back the corridor and see how he had progressed. Just before I got to the door, it opened. There stood the guy I talked with. “Well?” I asked and stepped toward him. “I couldn’t do any more that play with it. You know how I am about sucking cock. Which is what he wants. Actually, he wants you to come in and work on him.” “Yeah, right.” I said with a slight laugh. “Really, I’m serious. He asked me to tell you.” “Thanks!” If I had have smiled any wider, my lips would have split. Four steps tops and I was where I should have been from the beginning. I opened the door to have his beautiful eyes lock instantly on my brown ones. I stepped fully inside, closed and locked the door, then felt my horny nervousness mix with mansex instinct. Then my gaze fell upon his protrusion of a cock. “My goodness!” I said, then licked my lips while I stared over his face again. “Something wrong?” He asked and slid his eyes over me with caution. “No, I was just…man, you are so fucking hot.” I stammered. “Thank you. So, what are you into?” He asked in a low growl. “Let me taste this cock first, then we’ll talk.” I said while going to my knees. Though my mouth hungered severely for a taste of his cock, what my eyes seen had total control of me. The first eye-catching feature was his solid build. To feel it confirmed the look and more was all I wanted. The amount of jet-black hair that covered that man had my fingers easing over his thighs and calves tenderly, and my eyes drunk in every inch with appreciation. “Just beautiful!” I whispered. “What did you say?” He asked and leaned close. “All that hair on you, it’s beautiful.” “You like my hair, do ya?” “Let me show you how much.” I told him, then was back on my knees and had his cockhead pressing for throat before he was fully aware. “Oh yeah! Suck that cock and make it feel so good!” He called. I eagerly followed his words and slid hands over him. The rich fur led my hands around to his ass, and with one feel, his cock was temporarily history. “Fuckin’ a!” I said aloud and felt him jump. “I gotta see that ass man!” I said as I was already turning him around. He obliged me and I about lost it. The cheeks of man-ass my hands slid over were perfectly rounded, perfectly meaty and covered with the rich black flow. “Damn what an ass!! I could get along fine to spend a few hours enjoying this!” “What do you want to do to my ass?!” He asked to have me smile up at him. “I wanna eat your ass.” I said with no hesitation. “I sure would like to feel that!” He said in a heavy exhale. “Then lean over ‘cause I’m hungry for that ass.” I slid hands up his back as he placed his hands on the wall. To see still more hair in the curve that led to his fine ass made me not want to miss a spot. So that was where I began my oral assault. His flesh tasted clean, smooth in that small area. His eagerness was immediately and automatically shown, and it drove my hunger all the harder. To feel the hair there only added to it all, and it felt no less that right as it fell to the wetting factor of my heavy saliva. At the apex of his ass crack, I rolled my tongue slowly as my lungs grabbed a deep breath. The potential Bear Magazine model above me moaned and sent a big hand back to urge me along. The thick fingers slid heavy over my scalp-cropped curls and simultaneously applied down force gentle enough to persuade even the most die-hard resistance. As my tongue slowed down his furry crack, my nose instinctively performed its function. There was a cleanliness there that excited my senses all the more and increased my hunger for his hole in triplicate. The initial taste of his pucker was as clean as the smell and I found it necessary to pull my tongue back into my mouth to fully relish it. But the sensation was short-lived, for my fingers gripped and spread his cheeks as my tongue dove right back in. I dug into his manliness with a long-standing urgency I was more than happy to satisfy with that particular man and that particular ass. Again I felt the hand press on my head. The deep moans filled my ears to the brim, died down, and then reanimated themselves. They came back as either a deep groan or an icy inhale. My fingers sunk into his ass flesh, gripped and pulled at it. “Oh yes, man! Eat my ass!” My Studmuffin said and moved it around. I managed to still his hips then hardened my tongue and used it to fuck his hole as effectively as possible. His verbal and physical reactions let me know I was performing the act just the way he wanted, if not better than he expected. “Man you eat my ass so fucking good!” He called to me. “Glad you enjoy it!!” I said after I inhaled a fresh breath. So close was I to delving back in, then the look of it glistening with my oral juices stopped my movement and held my gaze. Studmuffin’s ass looked masculine. Puckered tight, but it pulsed on occasion from my activity. Normally hidden by the surrounding border of soft hair, it sat exposed. In wait for my hungry and dripping tongue to once again pleasurably attack it. Out of curiosity, I slid a finger over it. He seethed and asked for the finger. I calmly said no. He then asked for my cock, and I asked for a rubber. There was none between us and we weren’t willing to part to go and purchase one. I continued to eat his hole while he talked to me about my cock. The more he said about it, the more I played over it and asked him if he wanted it. He ended my stay on his hole when he moved away from me, then helped me stand. He locked his gray eyes on mine as he slid a hand over the outline of my cock. “Feels like you’ve got a big one.” He said with sensual enthusiasm and dropped his gaze as he unbuttoned my fly. He then slid a hand into my underwear and gripped my cock and balls with the gentlest roughness I’ve felt in a long time. He removed my cock then gazed into me eyes again. It took no more than a few throbs before that Studmuffin was on his knees and praising my phallic deity in a way I could do no more than appreciate. The longer I watched my cock slide in and out of his well-sucking mouth, the harder it seemed to throb, almost till it hurt. I breathed a sigh when he removed his mouth from it then leaned back to admire it. He asked how much cock I had, I told him nine inches, he said I was a lucky man to have that much cock swinging. Then I was again able to feel his moans reverberate through me as he sucked my cock back into his mouth. With each fresh suck down, I felt that salt & pepper beard graze my swinging balls. The more I felt that stimulation, the tighter my hands gripped his head. I thrust a bit faster to his face, his hands had grip on my ass and he had stabilized his position by leaning into the corner of the wall bench. With every thrust of my hips, his deep moans became progressively louder. Before long, we were both growling right loud, as our shared mansex grew all the hotter. Though the heat of the moment warranted the instinctive closing of my eyes, my active sense of touch kept them open and locked. On the physical action of my fingers as they slid through his full head of salt & pepper hair. Which felt no less than right as it slid through my long fingers in sweet repetition. The movement of his mouth over my cock kept the hair moving even when my fingers weren’t cruising through. My passionate tensity finally took control; my eyes followed instinct and fell closed. Within seconds the spell of the eroticism we shared laid claim to my entire six-foot standing. His thick hands slid sinuously over my ass, gripped squeezed and gently caressed my flesh, as he felt necessary. My eyes flew open again and I about yelled when he swallowed my cock and still managed to loudly express his happiness at mastering it. After he released it, he stared up into my eyes and seemed to be looking for some type of acknowledgment. I tousled his hair, smiled and eased a hand over his chest, down his furry belly to his cock. I gave that dick a nice squeeze and told that masculine fucker how good his body felt. “I wish I could have held your cock longer, but you have a lot of cock to handle.” I only smiled at the truth within his sincerity, then felt my mouth water really heavily. “Hey, let me handle that cock of yours a while.” I said and exchanged position with him. All seven and one half inches were in my mouth before my knees got to the floor. Once secure in the position, his cockhead felt the tight heat of my open throat. I held that cock long enough to start him to thrust half wild and groan kinda loud. After I finally released the cut cockhead and heard him inhale out of pure necessity, my diligent oral justification of his meat turned zealous. Wild describes the way my hands slid over, gripped and pulled at his cheeks of ass. Because I could not help it, I infrequently slid a finger over the hole my mouth still hungered to taste. “Yeah! Ram that long finger in me!” The studmuffin said and moved to it. The slight off angle of his thrust to my face told me of his indecision over which stimuli to follow most. All I could do was beat my cock, fight to synch my stroke with his thrust and retain my load as long as possible. My quest at that stage was to have his load blast down my cum loving throat. The burning want I felt for him at first sight still burned hot, and to be in that position before him, trust me I was happy. My eyes watched his thick black pubic hair mash to, then from my nose in lewd repetition. For me to pull at his ass only accentuated the face fucking and we both responded to the feelings it instilled. “Ssss.” I seethed in response to my mind making me hear myself calling him the Studmuffin he was. “Do you want me to tell you before I cum?” I moaned and nodded in answer, with the full knowledge that he planned to pull his cock from my mouth and have us watch his load fly. But I had bigger plans, hungrier plans which could not go without being satisfied. Not with that piece of masculinity. His hands stilled my head, instinct tensed my neck then his thrusts began to come up to me. On a slight angle and with a force that soon forced me to change my suck angle to higher on my knees and lower in neck angle. That Studmuffin seethed hard and told me to take that cock. He told me to let it slide down my hot throat. I did as he asked to have him tell me I can suck one hell of a mean cock. In response, I eased a finger into his sweet ass. Studmuffin’s initial reaction sent a volley of sexual energy through my body, and brought forth the urge to shove the finger rough and quick. He must have sensed that, for just as fast he eased off my phalanx and forced the urge into remission. “I want that cock in my ass. I need you to fuck me with it.” He said with all the seriousness in the world. I still shook my head no, and felt high regret for not remembering the condom. To please that man was not only more than I expected, it was fast to become something I could have handled for the night. The offer had been made, I’d told him no, but at that stage, things were being reconsidered. My mouth was no more than a fuckable hole at that point. It took his every gentle or rough thrust with very little effort. He made sure his cockhead repeatedly entered my receptive throat, with each shove accompanied by a grunt and at times, more force. He not only knew I wanted that load, he also probably knew by then that his load wasn’t going to be shot on the floor. I certainly hoped he knew all I wanted and was thinking. If not, he was soon to find out. He again told me to suck his cock, take all of it down my greedy fucking throat. I did so, but to my surprise, he eased that cock completely away from me after such a sweet time. His mesmerizing gray eyes watched my brown ones stare the length of his cock, and they watched how slowly and greedily my tongue dragged across my lips and moustache. Throat fucking was resumed within seconds, and my quest for his cum drew nearer with every thrust. His hot fuck talk again had my left hand on my cock, with my cumshot urgency again hitting 10 on scale. His normally low-hanging balls were high in their sack, and they banged rhythmically against my bare chin. Damn I loved to feel the scratch of the hair when that cock was fully down my throat. My body weakened more and more under that studly spell, until my ass settled on the tiled floor. The fuck strokes were coming down to me, with straight and well-utilized access to my throat. He told me he wanted to see me shoot my load. Feel me suck his cock while I shot my load. He told me I looked good on my knees and called me a hot-mouthed cocksucker. Through all his furious verbalizations my finger steadily plugged his hairy hole in time with my jack strokes. The stone hardness of his schlong traveled with a bit more force over my palate. His hands had my head positioned exactly where he needed it, and still. His words had fallen to barely audible. Just the thought of that man feeding me his load made my cock respond one throb closer to orgasmic delight. “That’s it!” He whispered when I moaned to it all. “Keep that up and you’ll make me cum!” Exactly what I wanted to hear. His asshole was free of my finger and his ass cheeks became possessed by the hand. I was thrashing my cock; my throat was as open as possible and my stomach growled for the heat of his cocksauce. He grunted and told me he was gonna cum, then an instant later his first shot drowned my palate. But briefly, for it followed the necessary course to my guts. Just as the second shot hit, my load began to fly. I fought my way through the brief period of response confusion and came out with his cock still in my mouth and spurting cum freely. For the finale, Studmuffin buried his cockhead in my throat and made me taste his cum in the ultimate fashion. My eyes watched his two and a quarter thick shaft as he slid it from between my lips. The hot chill that traveled down me let me know he too watched, and liked what he saw. Our eyes locked again, then he helped me stand. “That was great, man!” He said. I acknowledged his feeling and told him to let me know when he wanted more. Then I went back for the final bit of cock drool, which he happily fed to me. GRIFFIN