Gay Erotic Stories

It was a beautiful day in the Hamptons. A fresh breeze blew in through the large patio doors. I tried to finish my breakfast as quick as possible. A day like today cannot be spent indoors. I rinsed the cereal bowl, grabbed the beach towel that hung over one of the kitchen chairs and walked across the patio and down the stairs leading to the beach below.

The beach was deserted, except for a figure in the distance. It didn’t move so I basically had the beach to myself. I glanced back at the house. A large Cape Cod-style, with big windows to take in as much of the view it possibly could and grounds that went on seemingly forever. I liked staying here, so peaceful, with only the sea and beach as companions. Alas, not my house unfortunately. Stephen let me stay whenever I want, especially when he is abroad on business. I’m taking a breather from writing, trying to get rid of writers block and Stephen offered me the house while he was away to the Far East on business. So, here I am, alone on the beach, the sun stinging my white city skin and the sea cleansing my mind from all the cobwebs.

I laid the towel on the sand, took of my t-shirt and jeans. I looked both ways to make sure but the beach was still deserted. The figure in the distance was also gone, so it won’t bother anyone if I tanned only wearing white briefs. I used my jeans as a pillow and lay down on the soft sand. The cool sea breeze gave me goose flesh all over and I felt my nipples stiffen. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift while the waves crashed a few feet from me.

I loved Jonathan deeply. The 5 years we were together was the happiest time of my life. On the day I came home early from a book signing tour and the sight of him in our bed with another man, my life broke in pieces. I couldn’t get out a word. I stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. He tried to say something but I turned around, went down stairs and took my bags that still stood in the entrance, closed the front door behind me and never saw him again. The only time I did hear from him was a month after that dreaded day when he called to ask where he could have my stuff delivered. I gave him the address and hung up. I never cried after I saw them that day. When I put down the phone on the kitchen table in the small apartment I rented in Brooklyn, a single tear ran down my cheek and suddenly the world started turning round and round and it felt as if someone stuck his hand inside my chest and started to clamp my heart tighter and tighter. Tears were flowing freely now and I lost all sense of time and space. I was dragged back to reality by the phone ringing. The caller ID said Stephan. All that I could get out was “Stephan, I need you”.

Stephan and I met on a blind date 8 years ago. After a short fling we decided that being friends would be much better than lovers. From there on we were inseparable. When Jonathan and I started dating he was sometimes jealous of my friendship with Stephan, but it got better as time went on and he saw that Stephan wasn’t a threat. So that day when the phone rang in my apartment in Brooklyn, Stephan was like a lifeline being thrown at me. I grabbed it with both hands and slowly started to look the world outside in the face again.

I tried writing again afterwards but the words didn’t come to me. When Stephan said he was going to the Far East for a couple of months and wanted to know if I want to use the house in the Hamptons, I jumped at the opportunity.

All this seemed like a distant memory as I lay on the beach. I lost track of time and I could feel my skin started to tingle. I need more suntan lotion. I got up and looked around again. Still no one around, can hardly believe it, not with a day like today. Well then, no time like the current to get an overall tan. I glanced again and took my briefs off. The cool wind on my cock felt so nice. I thought maybe a swim would be nice now but the water is just too cold. I’ll take a dip in the Jacuzzi when I go back. Since I left Jonathan I spent most of my days in the gym, hoping that rush of endorphins would help me to forget what happened. It didn’t really help but at least I looked better than I did in years. At 35 I thought I looked real good. Not too bulky, but just cut where it’s supposed to be. Stephan said I must start to wax my chest hair now that my abs is showing so nicely. I don’t like the idea of waxing and anyway, I like my thick black chest hair as it narrows over my abdomen showing a clear trail down to my pubic hair and my thick cock.

I laid down again, now totally naked, the sun stinging my white cock, but I didn’t mind. I closed my eyes again and cleared my head of the memories of the past year. I need to start writing again and I just need a jump start. The couple of weeks staying here did me the world of good. I actually started to digest what has happened and with a pillow that has been cried all wet now and again, I felt in control again and my emotions for Jonathan started to take a back seat. Slowly but surely I felt me again.

All of a sudden the thought of wanking jumped into my head. I did wank now and then, even if it’s just to keep the juices flowing where they were supposed to and to let off steam. Sex wasn’t much in my thoughts, as images of Jonathan still popped up now and again. So I used porn to take my mind of him. It did the job. I usually watched a short film with 3 hairy guys barebacking each other. It got me hard and wanking my cock in no time and I usually shot my load in a few minutes. Those images popped into my mind as I lay there all naked on the beach and I could feel my cock stiffen.

I quickly glanced around again to make sure I was still alone. My cock was now rock hard and lay on my hairy stomach. The 7 inches wasn’t too shabby I thought and it was a nice thickness as well. My balls, while average size, carried loads of cum. When I went a few days without wanking I usually covered myself with cum when I came.

I slowly started to stroke my hard cock; the images of those hairy guys giving it to each other flashed in front of me. That was all I saw. Not the kissing, not the make believe emotions, just the raw sex between men. Fucking each other with big cocks, dripping with cum. I didn’t want to be reminded off the emotions, the way you feel when you look at someone and your heart could burst at any moment.

My hand moved quicker now, I could feel the pre cum lubricating my hand. My balls slapped against my hairy thighs as I wanked faster. My breathing became deeper and I started to moan softly. One of the hairy guys in the porno called Kevin stuck in my head. He always had pre cum dripping from his cock without even having to touch it. I could feel my muscles tensing and my balls getting ready to shoot. With a loud moan I came all over my chest. A shot of cum landed on my mouth and licked it up. The salty taste added to the moment and shot after shot my cock got even harder. I lay there, basking in the sun with my wet cock in my hand, cum covering basically my entire chest and the taste of my own cum still fresh on my tongue.

“Wow, impressive.” A voice said next to me. My eyes flicked open in horror. A tall figure blocked the sun and I couldn’t see who it was. I jumped up and grabbed the towel to cover my crotch. As I looked up, a pair of ocean blue eyes looked at me. “What the fuck!” I almost shrieked. “No, please don’t be alarmed. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

For a second I thought it was a cop who wanted to bust me for indecent exposure. I calmed down a bit and then I looked at the man who nearly gave me a heart attack.

To be continued…