Gay Erotic Stories

He was sixteen when I married his mother. He was nearly as tall as I was and much thinner. At thirty-five I was starting to gain inches where I did not need them. By the time he was twenty-three and had finished with his stint in the army, he had matured and had muscular chest and legs; his waist still needed work. I liked that he looked much like I did. He settled into a great job and married a wonderful girl. They set out to produce offspring. I went about my life as usual. Plenty of sex every week. And on Thursdays, I slipped away where I hired a man to service me orally, one thing I could not get at home. One Thursday night as I drove to my rendezvous, I spotted a familiar face. My stepson was cruising for a cocksucker. I left the area unseen; no blowjob this week. The next week I followed him as he drove to the same area of town. That weekend, when they came over for a barbecue, I asked for his help to take the propane tank for a fill up. I figured this was a good time to confront him over his indiscretions. “Somebody from work saw you cruising in a questionable part of town last week,” I told him. “Is everything okay at home?” He grinned as he answered. “Plenty of bump and grind; just no oral satisfaction. We both use the same eager eater.” He had me and we both knew it. I told him the truth. “Nothing is quite like a blowjob. I love shoving my stiff cock down a willing throat. How about you?” He rubbed his growing bulge. “Let’s go up to the cabin next weekend, just the two of us and we can discuss it.” I suddenly looked forward to Saturday. And with the holiday falling on Monday, we would have three days alone together. I took Friday off and went up early that morning. The boat was still in storage and the cabin hadn’t been used for months. I fussed and cleaned making everything perfect for his arrival. Finally at nearly sunset, I could hear the sound of a vehicle headed this direction. As he parked out front, I popped the top from his favorite wine. I was pouring us each a glass as he entered. He is barely shorter than I am, but must outweigh me by at least twenty pounds. He has never been one to evade the situation. And he came in pulling his shirt off as he entered. He took the offered glass of wine and downed it in one long swallow. Then he grabbed me and squeezed me, nearly crushing me and kissed me roughly as his huge hand fondled my awakening manhood. He talked as he worked my burgeoning cock through my jeans. “I have wanted you since before you married mom. I would sneak over to your house and watch you beat off while you admired yourself in your full-length mirror. I came down the wall many times stroking myself in time with you. When you married mom I cheered thinking that that big slab of cock was in the same house. I love boy-girl sex but nobody gives head like another guy. Want to make a trade?” His hands had undone the buttons and let my jeans fall to the floor. He was tugging down on the boxers, the only impediment was my long thick erection. He was wearing just a pair of elastic-waisted shorts. He knew where this was headed. I pulled them down and stepped back to admire his proud monster. And it was! It was at least two inches longer and half again as wide. He was trimmed and his huge cockhead flared wide in an angry purple color. There was already a slick covering of precum glistening from the half-inch opening. I put both hands around the giant and reverently stroked down to his fat tennis ball sized testicles. He stood there frozen as I lovingly stroked his enormous pulsing penis. I looked at his face with an expression of awe and desire. He wore a happy grin and tears were streaming down both his cheeks. I put my arms around him and held him tight against my own nakedness. “Is everything okay?” I asked. He nodded yes. I ran my tongue down his neck and chest. Swirling it in and around as I passed his navel. His hard-on pressed against my cheek. I took a deep breath and sucked the monster into my face. It was slick with the drool of anticipation. Up and down I bobbed as his huge cock filled my face. I managed to take all but the last few inches. I gripped the base of the shaft tightly and stroked up and down with my head movements. He shuddered and grabbed the back of my head, forcing the rest of his monster cock into my face and down my throat. I relaxed and let it enter. Suddenly a flood of thick ropy semen surged from the hole and down my throat. I backed off a bit to get a taste for him. He spurted again for the fourth time and tasted spicy like cinnamon. I swirled his cum around in my mouth and used my tongue to torture his tender underside into shooting another delicious mouthful. His giant softened as I continued to drain him. At last he slipped free of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. “Now,” he said, “now it’s my turn to do you.” He knelt and inhaled me into his eager face, his tongue probing deep inside my stretched foreskin. His hand stroked the shaft downwards releasing the tender cockhead. His other hand massaged my balls. I admired his skill and grabbed his head and started fucking his beautiful face. I love mansex and made him earn the cream filling. Twenty minutes later, he was still devouring my rampant cock. His own renewed erection was slapping against my leg. I stopped him and laid him down on the rug, then mounted him so we could pleasure each other. His cock moved easily into my mouth and we found the rhythm to please each other. My hands cupped his monstrous balls and when I felt them tighten, I knew we would finish together. Our cocks exploded and we moaned as we drank the elixir of sex. We have both given up on the furtive Thursday thing. We go to the cabin several times a month and keep it in the family. To be continued...