Gay Erotic Stories

Andrus Luik walked up the aisle toward the jetway. His lips were numb and he walked with an uncertain open gait. He fumbled with his knapsack and groped inside for his passport as he walked. As he approached the door he saw that the three flight attendants whose acquaintance he had made during the flight from Estonia were looking directly at him and smiling broadly. He blushed deeply, the red color spreading across his fair skin from his forehead down to his neck. He looked down as he approached them. When he arrived at the door, they surrounded him, wishing him well. The tallest of the British Air attendants placed his hand on Andrus’s shoulder, looked him in the eye and firmly gripped his ass. Andrus licked his lips, returned their well wishing, and stepped onto the jetway. As he walked, his cock stiffened as he thought over the four-hour flight from Keflavik. His ass gently ached in the aftermath of the attention his three friends had paid to him. He had had sex play with his boyhood friends in Tallinn, but had never imagined the all-consuming fever that had inflamed the quartet in the galley of the BA plane. Andrus passed through customs and immigration uneventfully and took a cab to the university. 2. Andrus stood in the shower with the steady flow of hot water washing over him. He arched the torso of his lithe body like a swan’s neck. His hair was blonde, almost white. His skin a fair even color, almost translucent. He was tall and slender, wiry, with no fat. The muscles in his large chest were not as fully developed as those of an American his age would be, but his body was hard and his arms big from work in his father’s bakery. His small nipples sat in the middle of large brown areola on his taut chest. His lips were large and full, his cheekbones high. His body was completely hairless except for a small bush of delicate hair above his cock and a dusting of hair in his axillae. Andrus ran the washcloth slowly over his buttocks, delicately down the crack of his ass, and gingerly stroked it back and forth across his hole. He removed the washcloth and replaced it with his hand as he rubbed and stroked, inserting his forefinger into the still stretched opening. His cock responded again and filled with blood, extending down his muscular thigh, and when it reached it’s full length it rose up into the air, continued to thicken, and bounced gently against his flat stomach. The unsheathed head nearly reached his navel. He dropped the washcloth, stroked his cock with his left hand, continued teasing his hole with his right, closed his eyes, and began to think about the men he had met since he arrived in the city. Malik Smith was the man who had greeted him at the university student office. He helped him with the paperwork and then drove him and his luggage to his apartment on Lewis Terrace. Malik was a serious man whose parents came from Jamaica. He was tall and powerful with dark black skin and short dreadlocks. Malik stayed in his apartment after helping to carry his luggage in from the car. They sat together on the sofa and each drank a beer before Malik left. He said he would come back later that evening to check up on Andrus to see what he might need. Andrus had stumbled across Ciaran Muphy when he explored the house and yard. He had been sunbathing behind the house. He seemed to be in his late 20s. He had a slight Irish brogue. Ciaran lived upstairs from Andrus. He was a short, muscular, scrappy punk with a small goatee. He wore a tattered pair of university running short that were spattered with paint. His oil-slicked body glistened in the sun. Andrus’s eyes roved over Ciaran’s body, while Ciaran languidly looked back at him through his lidded eyes. Rubem interrupted the scene. He seemed to be in his late 30s. He was working up on scaffolding on the front of the four-story brick rowhouse in which the university had found Andrus an apartment. He had greeted Andrus and Malik when they arrived from the university, but hadn’t come down. Now that he had reached a break in the renovation, he came to see how Andrus was settling in. Rubem and Ciaran exchanged glances, then Rubem turned to Andrus. He said his last name was Fonseca and that he was from Cape Verdean. His body was slender with brown skin and hazel eyes. He was clean-shaven. Andrus could see the warm brown muscles through the armholes of the loose sleeveless T-shirt Rubem wore. Rubem owned the house. He said he would stop by later to provide Andrus with anything the apartment lacked and then turned and left. He seemed to have an easy, confident manner. Malik, Ciaran, Rubem. Andrus sighed and leaned against the cold wall of the shower and began to create a lather of soap as he stroked his cock. He slid a second finger into his hole. His knees began to weaken and his thighs tremble as he pressed his fingers against his prostate and slid his left hand slowly along the shaft of his stiff cock. It then occurred to him that both Malik and Rubem said they would return to check on him. He didn’t want them to find him spent and asleep. He stopped his masturbating, opened his eyes, and resumed his shower. 3. Andrus thought he heard a doorbell. He pulled the pillow he was clutching, more tightly to his chest and drifted back to sleep. He was lying on his belly, naked, across the bedspread. He smiled and hunched his hips. In his dream, Malik was kneeling between his legs, rubbing his buttocks with both hands. Andrus raised his ass and spread his legs more widely to accommodate his incubus. Malik rubbed Andrus’s ass with circular strokes, running the tips of his fingers over his hipbones on the down stroke. On the up stroke rubbing his thumbs along each cheek to part them, exposing the hole. Andrus moaned in his sleep, hunching his hips and cock against the bedspread, flexing his thigh and calf muscles tight on the down stroke. On the up stroke he relaxed and pushed his ass up into Malik’s probing. As Malik kept up his rhythmic rubbing, Andrus’s began to hunch down and raising up his ass faster. Malik kept up with Andrus’s steadily increasing pace. Andrus began to moan. CRACK. Malik slapped his big hand across Andrus’s right ass cheek. CRACK. He struck the left. Andrus awoke, opened his eyes, and cried in shock as Malik used both of his big hands to roughly separate Andrus’s cheeks. He then whimpered as Malik pressed his mouth right against the pucker. Malik began to gently bite and nip his ass lips. He rubbed his tongue across the hole and darted it just inside. Malik chewed Andrus’s hole and speared his tongue inside. Chewing and nipping, then lapping and fucking his tongue in deeper and deeper. Andrus began pushing his ass back to get more. Malik held Andrus’s ass cheeks tightly. He moved away from the hole and began to bite Andrus’s ass near his perineum, near the sensitive root of his cock. Andrus began to squirm and whimper more as Malik attacked the perineum just where his prostate was closest to the surface. Andrus’s was fully awake now and began to struggle away from Malik. Malik’s big hands locked onto his Andrus’s hipbones and pulled him onto his knees, as he kept chewing around his cock root and his asshole. Andrus surrendered to Malik and rested his head and shoulders on the bed, ass exposed high in the air. Malik repeatedly slapped Andrus’s ass cheeks, left and right, right and left, over and over until Andrus was continuously moaning. Malik went back to chewing and tonguing the asshole. When it was sopping and dripping with his spit, he reached around and, for the first time, grabbed Andrus’s stiff meat at the root and pulled it hard back between his legs. Andrus’s winced. Malik then shoved Andrus’s reddened ass forward until his belly was flat on the bed and his cock was pointing towards his feet. Andrus’s young cockmeat was engorged and too throbbing and stiff to bend comfortably back, so Andrus pushed his ass up in the air to free his meat so it could slap up against his muscled stomach. Malik held him down, and Andrus struggled against him. Suddenly Malik let go and Andrus jerked his hips up sharply and sunk his wet asshole onto the first two inches of Malik’s thick meat, which he had positioned directly above Andrus’s hole as he struggled to free his cock. Andrus let loose a strangled groan as Malik pinned his shoulders to the bed and fucked the mid-part of his cock shaft into Andrus’s gripping hole. CRACK. Malik slapped his ass cheek and stroked in deeper. CRACK. Malik struck the other cheek and speared his cock all the way into the root and held it there. Andrus was breathing rapidly under the assault and quivered as he struggled to accommodate the thick meat. Malik stroked his cock five times rapidly into Andrus’s stretched hole, and then began to haul Andrus’s trembling body to the edge of the bed, so that his legs were hanging toward the floor while his upper body was still on the bed. Malik was now standing slowly rubbing Andrus’s fine red, bubble-shaped ass cheeks, lazily fucking his long thick cockmeat into him. “Nice blonde bitch. Nice, tight, white fuckhole. God, you’re such a pretty blonde boy. Legs spread open, ass up high. So pretty with your snatch sucking up my thick cockmeat. Fine, fine, fine ass.” “Malik!” Andrus spoke for the first time since he awoke. He struggled to turn his head and saw a muscular Asian standing between his spread legs. “Malik! Oh, so you want Malik to fuck it next? Well maybe he will, but I’m going to take my time fucking it first. You’re a nice ass fuck, with your pretty pale white body thrashing back and forth. I like it when you whimper and moan. And because I like to hear you moan, I’m going to take my time fucking your ass, boy.” The man threw a rough ten strokes into Andrus and then resumed his slow stroking. Andrus’s eyes bugged out and he groaned. “Maybe, just maybe, when I’ve dumped a load or two into you, Malik’ll want seconds, but he’s not here, Blondie. Until I’m good and ready to stop, your snatch is mine to fuck. You like it, boy?” And then the man leaned over, placed both hands on Andrus’s shoulders, near his neck, and picked up his pace in earnest. 4. The muscular Asian man sank his cock straight into Andrus and ground his hips in a circle, making Andrus moan. He hauled his cock out until just the flare of his cock head was just within the grip of Andrus’s ass lips. He then buried his cock again to the root, and ground his hips to go a little deeper. Andrus moaned and writhed beneath the steady fucking. With each penetration, the Asian’s hard stomach and thighs made a slapping noise against Andrus’s ass. With each in-bound fuck stroke, Andrus moaned as the meat slid into him. With each grinding motion when the Asian reached bottom, Andrus winced and let out a sharp sigh. As the Asian pulled his cock out of Andrus’s gripping asshole, they both could hear Andrus take a deep breath. So it was as if the Asian was conducting a chorus of one, with Andrus involuntarily responding to each command of the cock. A low ragged “Ooooooooo,” on the fuck stroke. The sharp slap of the Asian’s flesh against Andrus’s ass. The surprised “Uhhhh,” as the head of the Asian’s cock penetrated his inner sphincter. The deep “Ahhhhhhhh,” as the Asian stud pulled his cock out and Andrus filled his lungs with air to prepare for the next stroke. The Asian man rubbed and kneaded Andrus’s neck and shoulders. He shortened his strokes as he bent over to lie on Andrus’s back. He grabbed him by the wrists and held them down as he placed his face right next to Andrus’s ear, licking it and murmuring into it. “Nice fuck, boy. You like my cock, boy. You like it when I fuck it deep like this. You grind your ass back onto my cock like a whore. You whine when I fuck my cock all the way in. You need this fucking, boy.” Andrus’s remained silent, but the dominating Asian man was right. Andrus reveled when the stud split his ass open with the fat cockmeat. When the man fucked in, Andrus moaned and passively relaxed his ass hole. When the man sought that extra depth by grinding his crotch tightly against Andrus, he sighed, surrendered, and ground his ass in return. When his fucker stroked his cockmeat out, he expanded his chest, filling it with air, and squeezed his asshole tightly along the long sliding shaft as if his ass lips were a gripping mouth. “Fuck. Please fuck. Please, sir, fuck it. Fuck it, sir! Keep fucking. Hard, deep! Fuck me.” The Asian laughed. “So sweet to have a fucking bottom. So sweet to have a greedy bottom who wants deep assfucking. So, nice to have a boy who wants to be my cockhole.” He raised up off of Andrus’s back, placed his hands on his upraised ass cheeks, and stood upright behind him. He alternately gripped one ass cheek tightly, possessively, and slapped the other. Then he slapped the first and grabbed the other fine, white, asscheek in his other hand, all the while slowly and steadily sawing his long, fat cock meat in and out of Andrus’s hole. After many minutes of slow cock fucking and ass slapping, the Asian picked the pace up again. Andrus began to babble. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Hard. Fuck me hard. Fuck. Fuck. Uhhh. Fuck.” The Asian began to pound his cock in earnest. Sweat streamed off his forehead and dripped onto his own jutting pecs and then down onto Andrus already sweat-slick ass. As he fucked harder, his cock thickened and lengthen. Andrus whined louder with each deeper stroke. The fat cock split him open wider. The Asian began to grunt as he approached his climax. He changed his angle of attack at Andrus’s hole. Swinging his hips slightly to the right he fucked in. Changing his angle to the left, he fucked his cock in again. Raising up on his toes he fucked his cock down into Andrus’s ass, jabbing the head against his prostate, making Andrus whinny like a horse. Bending his knees he fucked his cock up into the hole, the impact pushing Andrus further onto the bed. Pulling his meat all the way out of the hole, the Asian jammed it rapidly back in, battering his cock head against the side of the hole. Andrus raised his torso off of the bed, extending his arms straight, so his body was stretched out straight, legs spread, cock jammed against the edge of the bed, ass hole clenched tight. His white, creamy, asscheeks rippled each time the Asian fucked a stroke of his golden cock into him. Andrus let loose a loud anguished keening cry. His cock erupted a spurt of cum onto the bed. Andrus went wild, bucking his hips and babbling incoherently in Estonian. The Asian pounded a hard stroke into Andrus’s ass again and fucked another spurt of cum out of the boy’s cock. With that, the Asian began to pump his own cum into Andrus, stroking his cock in and out, another shot of cum spurting into Andrus with each fuck stroke. Andrus collapsed onto the bed, crying and shivering. The Asian stud collapsed on top of him, still hunching his cock up and down in Andrus. He embraced the crying and jabbering Estonian student, rubbing his chest and the front of his thighs. At last Andrus calmed down and heaving and gasping. Gradually their breathing returned to normal. But, the Asian stud, cock thick and hard, remain buried deep to the root in Andrus. Andrus leaned back into his arms, trembling gently, and repeatedly gripped and released the cock in his asshole, massaging and feeling the intruding thick cock root that kept his asslips spread wide apart. He slowly rocked his ass almost imperceptibly along the shaft so the head of the Asian’s cockmeat gently speared against the entrance of his inner sphincter. The well-fucked white boy drifted off to sleep. Write me if you like this story: QuenchHummer@yahoo.com