Gay Erotic Stories

I've always been attracted to ordinary-looking men. Not that I haven't whacked off to a bevy of underwear model ads — I have. But for an average guy like myself, it's more likely reality will serve up the guy next door rather than a celebrity hunk. Ordinary guys turn me on, and I recently found myself living out a long time fantasy. I'd driven to a gay resort for the weekend. It was one of those clothing optional places where full fledged exhibitionists let it all hang out, and the self conscious voyeurs simply sat back and watched. Buff guys sporting horse meat and Prince Alberts paraded about the pool while the middle aged guys sipped mango iced tea underneath the umbrellas while flipping through the pages of magazines. I found a vacant chaise near the pool and emptied my arms of the necessities one needs while sunbathing. I spread a towel over the chair, adjusted my sunglasses on the bridge of my nose, and reached for the SPF. Sounds of the Pet Shop Boys blasted from the outdoor speakers which were camouflaged amidst the building's stucco, and someone was trying to sing along but failing miserably. The sun tan lotion was cool on my skin as I methodically rubbed it onto my chest and arms. Naked body builders continued their deliberate stroll along the length of the pool examining the slim pickings of sun worshiper. The older men were arguing, their voices audible over the mechanical whir of a blender of margaritas, as to who looked better on the media coverage of Pride weekend As I was finishing applying the sun block, a man walked out of one of the pool side studios and started in my direction. He was just over six feet tall with dark brown short cropped hair. He was wearing yellow swimming trunks and a towel was draped over his left shoulder. I smiled as he neared. "Hello," he said, stopping in front of me. My eyes, hidden behind the dark lenses of my shades, studied his body. I would guess him to be in his early thirties and probably weighing close to two hundred pounds. "Mind if I use the chair beside you?" "Sure," I said, shrugging my shoulders matter of factly. He leaned over to adjust the seat angle which afforded me a good look at his ass. The fabric of his swim suit stretched tight over his buttocks, and I licked my lips as impure thoughts flooded my mind. "Looks like the West Hollywood gymnasium boys are out in full force," I said as he somehow managed to manipulate the chaise lounge in a manner which supported his body in an unflattering position. As if sensing this fact, he shifted his frame and laughed. "Makes you feel out of place doesn't it?" I laughed and hoped he would shed those canary yellow trunks. He wasn't a model poster boy, but he was still incredibly hot. He took good care of himself, but he wasn't a body builder. He was just an average guy one ran into every day on the street. “Might as well go all the way," I said, standing and pulling my shorts down. I was hoping he would soon follow my lead. He didn't. Dejected, I slid back into my chair. The two of us engaged in idle chit chat for quite some time. We were both here for the weekend. This was his first time in an exclusively gay resort, and he was having a bit of trouble adjusting. "Well, I guess I'll go," he said, standing and folding his towel. The sun was beginning its descent in the western sky, and the pool patrons had diminished to just a few. "It was nice meeting you. Perhaps we will run into one another again over the weekend." After dinner at an over priced restaurant, I returned to my room. I flipped the channels on the television and turned it off uninterested. I was supposed to be having fun. Why was I sitting in my room staring at the walls? I couldn't get my mind off of that guy from the pool. I decided to walk down to his room and ask him if he wanted to have a drink. Outside the air was considerably cooler than it had been earlier. The music system was now playing soft, new age instrumental or ‘rendezvous' music as I called it. The courtyard was deserted. It was still fairly early and many probably had not returned from dinner or the clubs. When I arrived at his room, I was disappointed to find it dark. He wasn't there. Not wanting to return to my own room, I walked around the complex. I was surprised to find him sitting at a table in the main courtyard sipping a glass of wine. He smiled and waved me over. "Isn't this a beautiful night?" he asked, staring up at the clear night sky. The stars twinkled like glitter against black velvet. "Nothing going on at the clubs?" "I didn't go," I said, still standing. "I'm going to soak in the hot tub for awhile. Care to join me?" He lowered his head as if embarrassed by the invitation. He traced the rim of his glass with his finger as if debating. He looked up at me and nodded his head. "That would be fun." We walked to the hot tub and began to undress. I quickly disrobed and jumped into the tub ahead of him. I wanted to have a good view of his dick as he entered the water. To my dismay, he was wearing those yellow swim trunks underneath his jeans. And he left them on! Now, more than ever, I was determined to get him out of those annoying trunks. I told him I was a licensed massage therapist (lie!). He said he had never had a massage, but he had heard they were very nice "Would you care to treat yourself to a relaxing massage?" I asked. "Gratis of course. Then you can't say you've never had one." "I don't know," he said, lowering his head again. I stood and walked up the steps of the hot tub and began gathering my clothes. "You'll love it," I coaxed as I fumbled in my pants pocket for my room key. "Guaranteed total relaxation." "Okay," he said somewhat reluctantly. "But I need to go to my room for some dry clothes first." "No you don't," I said. I wasn't about to let him out of my grasp and give him a chance to chance to change his mind. "You only need a towel, and I have plenty in my room." I walked bare assed to my room with him in tow. Once inside I handed him a towel and told him to get undressed. He turned his back to me and slid his wet trunks off and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist. "I hope you don't mind if I don't put any clothes on," I said, reaching in my bag for some massage oil. "Just lay on your stomach on the bed and relax." He did as instructed, and I rubbed the oil between my palms. I gently kneaded the muscles in the back of his neck and shoulders. He lay perfectly still as I caressed his back and imitated the motions of a masseur to the best of my ability. I pulled the towel free and began kneading his hairy buttocks. Rubbing his ass began causing my dick to stiffen, but I concentrated on my work. I caressed his legs and feet. He was hesitant to roll over, but I persuaded him. His gorgeous dick was hard against his belly, nestled in thick curly hair, and I ignored it for the time being. I concentrated on his chest, traced the outline of his nipples with my fingers, and worked my way down his belly. My own dick was equally hard, and he reached for it with his hand. "Now for the fun part," I said, leaning over him and taking his cock in my mouth. He moaned as it slid down my throat and squeezed my shaft. I pushed his legs back and found his hairy ass hole with my tongue. He shuddered as I worked my tongue deep inside "Oh yeah," he said, stroking my cock. "Lick my ass. It feels so good." "Tell me what you want," I said, my tongue flicking in and out of his rectum, and I played with his dick and balls. "What do you want me to do?" "I want to feel your dick inside me," he said. "I want to feel a guy's hard cock in my ass for the first time." I positioned myself, and he spread his ass checks wide. My dick pushed at his puckered ass hole, and he screamed as I forced myself inside. "Oh, God," he said. "It feels so fucking good. Fuck my virgin ass with your big dick!" I thrust into him, marveling at the tightness, and my nuts slapped against his hairy ass. I quickened the pace of our fuck. My cock was enveloped inside his warm, wet fuck hole. It hungrily sucked on my shaft, sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. This virgin fuck with an average Joe was mind blowing. I knew I couldn't last long; it was too incredible. "Kiss me as you shoot your load up my ass," he said, pulling my face toward his. His tongue snaked inside my mouth, and I felt his ass hole spasm as I erupted. His tight sphincter squeezed every last drop of cum from my dick, and I fell next to him on the bed. He crawled on top of me and slid his dick along my crack. Exhausted, I spread my legs and offered him entry. He was inexperienced, but he had a good idea of how it was done. After only a few short strokes, he pulled his dick out of my ass and shot his load onto my back. Joe and I spent the rest of the weekend lounging by the pool and enjoying our short vacations. We also had several other hot fuck sessions before we parted company. He left me his yellow swim trunks as a souvenir and a sore ass from all his humping.