Gay Erotic Stories

John lives with his wife a few houses down. He is a stocky built guy and like me is from London. He often seems incapable of finishing a sentence without the word mate or a swear word which I find funny although some people get offended.

“Hey mate” I heard him calling in his gruff voice from the open back door “Hey John, come in, how are you?” “I am good mate and you?” he asked “Yeah enjoying the weather”

I made John a cup of coffee and we stood in the kitchen chatting for a while. My attention was drawn down to his crotch as his large hand made a few adjustments. I quickly looked back up at his face not wanting to be caught looking. He coughed before swearing “Fucking hell” “Problem?” I asked still trying not to look down as his hand grabbed the front of his jeans “You ever get really horned up and the fucking thing just won’t go down?” he asked me My face flushed red with embarrassment not expecting him to be so blunt. “You’re fuckin lucky mate living with another guy. If I get horned up I can’t just rub one out at home with the Mrs around” His hand moved away and I caught myself looking down as I laughed nervously unsure what to say.

The conversation returned to sport for ten minutes but I could not get what he had said off my mind. Suddenly he cut in as I was talking “Shit mate you mind if I just loosen my jeans? I am fuckin suffering here” “Sure no problem” I replied my voice slightly broken. He unbuckled his belt and undone the button on his jeans before pulling the zip all the way down exposing his white underpants that bulged where his cock was. It was difficult not to look as I could see the outline of his hard cock and large balls.

“Oh thanks man that is a bit better, fuck I have been so horny the last few days I am telling you and the Mrs has not been up for it” “Yeah I get days like that” I said nervously

He stood with his package on display as we began another mundane conversation. It seemed surreal having a normal chat as his cock occasionally throbbed against the thin white cotton fabric. “You want another coffee?” I asked finding it impossible not to glance down and check out how his package was doing “Sure why not mate” I turned my back to him as I filled the kettle under the tap.

“This fucker just isn’t gonna go down you know” “What?” I said as I turned off the tap and looked around to see he had one hand pulling forward his elastic waist band as he looked down “Oh right” I said as I put the kettle on its stand “I can’t walk around like this all day it’s fuckin doin my head in” “Well only one thing to do about it mate” I replied smiling expecting him to maybe use the bathroom to rub one off “Your right I better just take it in hand” and with that he pulled his waist band down exposing his fully hard uncut cock. It bounced to attention having been released from its restriction, the foreskin slightly drawn back offering a glimpse of his large purple cock head and piss slit that oozed clear pre cum like syrup. “Look at that fucker” He said looking down at his manhood stood proud. I was already looking as his large hand gripped its thick girth giving it a hard squeeze causing more pre cum to leak out dripping to the tiled floor.

His large hairy balls hung low as if filled to burst with hot man juice. I watched as his tightly gripped hand slowly stroked the length of his cock pulling back the foreskin until he exposed the large mushroom shaped purple head as his jeans and underpants slipped down to his ankles. His muscular hairy thighs tensed as his hand stroked rhythmically and he groaned lightly.

He was unashamed as he stood in my kitchen working his meat. “Fuck that feels good mate, look at all the fuckin pre juice god I bet I got a big load to shoot, gonna be a torrent” He used some of the pre cum to lubricate the length of his cock and rubbed it over his cock head in a circular motion with his forefinger. “Look how fuckin hard I am can you believe it?” “That does look very hard” I agreed “Shit you should feel it mate, rock hard it is, seriously” “I bet it is” I said my eyes fixed on his cock “Seriously mate come ‘ere and feel how hard it is” I stepped forward towards him a bit nervous as to where this might lead “Don’t worry mate I am not coming on to you, I know your gay and stuff but I just need to empty my nuts” “Sure that is OK” I said feeling a bit weird about the whole thing “I used to wank off with my mates all the time and we was not gay or anything. Just feels fuckin good to empty a load you know”

My hand reached forward and gripped hold of his meat. It throbbed in my hand and was warm and sticky to the touch. It had a few large pronounced veins which I could feel the blood pump through as I held it tightly.

“See fuckin told ya, rock hard right?” “Very hard” I said as my hand began to slide up and down his length pulling the foreskin all the way forward and then all the way back making his cock head swell and ooze “Feels good mate” My other hand gripped hold of his large balls and tugged them ever so slightly causing him to let loose a deep husky groan.

“Fuck I wish the old woman would play with my balls like that” I could smell the musky odour of his cock fill my nose and I so wanted to dock my tongue with his foreskin and taste his clear man nectar on my lips. My hand continued to work his meat my fist making a twisting motion as it moved up and down his shaft as he remained stood his hands gripping the edge of the work top. I let go of his shaft and rubbed my fingers behind his cock head and over his frenulum making him groan even louder.

“Your gonna make me shoot my wad in a minute” John said his breathing now heavy My hand returned to stroking his shaft as my other hand pulled harder on his balls. My strokes picked up speed as his thighs tensed and his eyes closed.

“Oh fuck come on make daddy shoot his load” I felt my own cock throb as he said the words. His cock pulsed hard in my hand as his breathing become heavy. His body tensed up as he held his breath and I knew he was close. I crouched down as I stroked to get a closer view of his amazing manhood and balls as he groaned louder. The dam finally broke and he let loose a flood of cum that shot over my shirt as well as hitting my chin and lips. His eyes were tightly closed and my tongue quickly licked my lips of his tasty salty cum. My hand slowed down to a stop as his body shook and he laughed “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yeah” “You needed that” I said still kneeling my hand covered in his thick milk “Damn right I did, you got a towel” “I will get one from the bathroom” I replied.

I got to the bathroom and stuck my fingers in my mouth licking every drop of my hand before returning to the kitchen with a towel.

“Man I really needed that thanks. I know where to come next time” he said as he winked at me “Sure no problem” I replied still tasting the remnants of his man juice in my mouth.

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