Gay Erotic Stories

His name is Mario. Mario stands five feet, eight, and weighs 165 pounds. He is every woman's dream and every man's desire. He wreaks "sex" without even trying. He has short, black hair, which from what I can see, is distributed lightly over his taut body. There is not an ounce of fat on him. Seeing him once scratch his belly, I can tell that he had a rock hard six-pack under his shirt from countless amounts of sit-ups and crunches. We became instant friends, and although I am not gay, I found myself attracted to him and wondering what it would be like to have his hard, sweaty body writhing against my own. Me? I'm six feet, one, and weigh 195 pounds of hard muscle. I work out strenuously three times a week, and am a reasonably strong guy. Mario often talks about the joy of his life, his two small children, and the young lady who is their mother. For all intense purposes, he seemed to have a good life with a descent future. That's why it came as a surprise to me when he asked me if I could help him move this Friday, into his own place. It seemed that there was some static in his relationship that he could not overcome, and he needed to put a little space between himself and his wife. Friday came, and after work, I followed him in my car back to his place. I was glad that I did not have to see him face his family as he gathered his things, and we loaded them into our cars. It took us four trips to get all of his things. He laughingly said he didn't "know" he had this much stuff. Taking all his possessions into his new place made us hot and sweaty, seeing as he was moving into a four-story walk up. By the time that we got the last piece up, we were both drenched! He offered a beer, and I readily accepted. We peeled off our wet shirts, and sat down on the couch. Two sixes later, we were slumped back on the couch in his new place feeling no pain. He began to tell me some of the problems that he and his lady were having. I could sympathize with him. What it turned out to be was that his wife was cheating on him, and he, with his Latino machismo, could not forgive her, yet. He needed time. Time to see if they had a future together. Having been through a similar situation in my own marriage, I knew where he was coming from. Him retelling the story caused his voice to crack, and tears to swell up. And before I knew what was happening, he was crying on my shoulder. I felt sort of uncomfortable. His naked flesh pressed against my chest, his sobbing breath blowing upon my nipple, causing an immediate stirring in my crotch. Giving him what I thought were soothing words of comfort caused him to look up, where his green eyes met mine. He stared deeply into my eyes searching for what he hoped would be some sign that things were going to be alright. The next thing I knew, his lips were pressing against my own, and surprisingly, I was pressing back. Soon the lips parted, and our tongues were exploring the depths of each other's mouths. Our lips part as with shock we search each other's faces. And again our lips met as we were consumed by our passions. Our hands began to roam over each other's backs, drawing us closer to each other. I whispered in his ear that I wanted him, and he told me how much he wanted me. With his answer, I felt his fingers begin to outline the growing bulge in my pants. This caused my dick to get hard, really hard, and my balls began to ache with anticipation. "Let me finish undressing you?" he asked. I lifted my ass up off the seat as he slid my pants down my legs. He buried his face into my crotch sucking and biting the head of my cock through the cum-soaked fabric of my underwear. I had never been so hard. "Take it out," I gasped. "Please, Mario, take it out! Suck it, go ahead, and suck it!" He peeled back the top of my shorts, and my dick fell out. It was growing to its full eleven-inches. "I figured you were big, but I had no idea," he said. "Suck it!" I growled. He crawled between my legs, and started licking the lower part of my belly, causing me to moan uncontrollably. His wet tongue and lips began their descent towards my throbbing member. I grabbed the back of his head in an effort to get his lips to my swollen cock, but he skirted it and traveled down to my balls. He began to bathe them with his warm saliva. He took first the left nut into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue all around it. By this time I was begging him to suck me. He then took the right nut into his mouth giving it the same treatment as the left. By now I was beating the seats beside me, being tortured by this glorious man and his wonderful mouth. The moment of truth finally came as he released my right nut and began to lick his way up my shaft. He swiped his tongue from side to side as he made his journey upward. He found that sensitive spot along the underside of my cock head. I could feel his hot breath as it covered the crown. All at once, i felt the hot cavern of his mouth as he began to swallow my member causing me to bellow with joy. Up and down his mouth traveled drawing me ever closer to the breaking point. The eye of my cock was leaking profusely and Mario gobbles up every drop. I felt the tension building in my balls as they prepared to shoot their load. But, I didn't want it to end that way this soon, so I grabbed his head and reluctantly pulled him from my dick bringing his lips to my own tasting me in his mouth. "Where did you learn to do that?" I asked. "Let's go into the bedroom." I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. I felt a shudder as his eyes devour my naked body. I reach out and took his hand in mine, lifting him to me. Our lips met, and we exchanged another passionate kiss as Mario's hands found my throbbing member. I led him to the bedroom, where I began to separate him from the rest of his clothing. Laying him down on the bed, I opened his pants and tossed them to the floor. I was surprised to see that he was not wearing any underwear, and what lay before me is a body so magnificent that I immediately began to drool. Mario is blessed with a face that is so boyish, yet definitely all man. He has a smile that would make the Mona Lisa jealous. Letting my eyes travel down his body, I admired his muscular shoulders, and barrel-chest capped with dark, quarter-sized nipples. My palms were sweating as they contemplated squeezing those massive mounds. His tits tapered down to his washboard abs with that incredibly defined six-pack. Coarse black hair trailed down between the vally of his tits, fanning out over his abs, and becoming a forest that framed a good nine inches of perfect male love muscle. He wasn't as long as me, but damn, the boy was thick. Already it was oozing a generous flow of man juice as it defied gravity sticking at a perfect forty-five degree angle from his body. The hair continued down to cover his orange-sized balls, full of love juice, which were rolling around from the sheer anticipation of the moment. My eyes continued to devour his body traveling over his hard, corded thighs and legs covered with a dense, dark fur. Even his toes are perfect, long, slim, and blemish free. "Roll up your tongue and get busy," he said. "You're so fucking beautiful," I offered. I lay down beside him, looking deeply into those incredible eyes, moving my lips towards him. Our tongues once again began that dance between his mouth cavity and mine. Coming up for air, I began to kiss every inch of his body. Starting at his neck, I began to lick, tasting a mixture of his sweat and cologne. My hands were busy massaging those massive mounds of tit-flesh, causing his nipples to rise to eraser size points. My lips soon replaced my fingers. I heard moans of delight, and a constant "yes, do me" coming from Mario's lips. His hands were trying desperately to get his hands to his cock, which was bouncing in the wind, hard and deep purple with desire. I kept his hands away by massaging his bulging biceps with my fingers. I continued my descent down his chest, licking and biting all the way. I stopped at his navel to pay homage to it, darting my tongue in and out in a fucking fashion. This caused him to buck his hips up and down, now demanding that I take care of him. Sweat is flowing from every pore of his body. "I don't know how much more of this I can take," he said. "Please, please, do me!" Just as he had done, I licked my way past his tower of flesh to that huge nut sack. Cum was flowing from the tip of his dick in such great proportions that for a moment, I thought he was cuming. I poured a generous amount of spittle over his balls, so much that it began to run below towards the crease of his rock hard ass, matting down the hair between his balls and asshole. I moved down to his feet, where I began to massage them with my lips, kissing them as I went along. This caused him to squirm over and over. He was trying desperately to get his hands free from my grip as I held them tightly. I am a strong guy, after all. I started kissing and licking my way up his right leg, feeling the hairs on it brushing my lips, teeth, and tongue as it traveled north. I reached his right knee, and then moved to the left leg to give it the same treatment. This time, I moved higher onto his hairy thighs, right back to where I left off, his big balls. And once again I do the same to his right thigh. "If you don't suck my dick, I am going to beat the shit out of you!" he snapped. I looked up at his manhood. I had never seen one so dark, angry looking, and wet with free flowing cum before. In fact, I had never seen another man hard. "Am I making you hot?" I coyly asked. "Suck me, you prick!" he screamed. I raised my head above his stiff member. It was standing so straight and tall. I opened my mouth wide, and huffed hot air over the wet head. "Please," he moaned. I began my descent onto his tube. My mouth is stretched so wide that my jaws began to ache, but I manage to get a good five thick inches in my inexperienced throat. Before I could even get a good rhythm going, I hear him say, "I'M CUMMMMMMIN" I clamped my lips tightly around the crown, and felt the first blast of his love juice. Those massive balls began to heave a load so great that it quickly filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly, not letting a single pearl escape from my lips. After a while, his trembling subsided, and his load flowed into a gentle stream. I removed my lips, saving the last few drops so that I could share with him. His chest was heaving, and his abs were contracted as the black haired stud recovered. There was so much sweat from his body that the bed was wet underneath him. He propped up on one elbow and gave me a big kiss, tasting himself in the process. "That was out of this world. I’ve never cum so hard." Looking at me, I see devilment in his eyes. "I got mine, but you didn't get yours. Time to pay you back for the torture that you put me through." He pushed me back on the bed, and began to imitate the actions that I had given him. "Damn, you're big. And you're wild. But I'm gonna tame you," he said. He straddled my chest, massaging my shoulders, relaxing each muscle under the rough compressions of his hands. As he traveled south, his asshole roughly slid over my hard dick. As it settled over it, he grinds down, hard. "Do you want my ass?" "YES!" ”Do you want to put your big, hard dick in my tight hole and slide it in and out?" "YES!" "Then, beg me for it," he said, rolling that hard, round bubble on my meat. With that, I bucked up, flipping him over onto his back. I grabbed his ankles, pushing his knees up to his chest. I lower my lips to his boy-pussy, and began to delve into it. He squirmed as my tongue did a dance around the ring, teasing it, taunting it, daring it to open. Saliva began to flow into the already wet spot, and moans of pleasure began to escape Mario's mouth. I rolled my tongue tightly and began to enter him. Harder and harder I pushed, stabbing his asshole continuously. Rolling his head from sided to side, Mario had a look of pure bliss. With my hands, I began to massage his thighs, feeling their hairy hardness. Soon, his pucker opened up, and my tongue slipped inside the warm folds of his ass lips. "Oh shit! If this is what a woman feels, I should have been born a woman. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. NOW!" I looked around the room, locating a box that said bathroom supplies. I went to it, and looked inside, finding a jar of Vaseline. I took a generous amount and rubbed it onto my hard dick. I then took another glob, and began to grease the folds of Mario's asshole, preparing him for the onslaught to come. Placing his knees on my shoulders, I began to lower myself into his waiting hole. With a little effort, the head of my pole popped inside. Mario screamed so loud that I thought a neighbor was going to show up. His ass clamped so hard on my dick that I thought he was going to cut it off. I hung there until the grip loosened, and I eased a little further into him. Stopping and starting, giving him time to adjust, I finally manage to fill him with me. I slowly pulled out half way, and then fed him again. I keep going until he got accustomed to it. I looked down into his eyes, and soon I see a smile come across his lips as he utters, "Make love to me." I began to increase my motion as Mario wraps his legs around my waist. He began to lift his hips, matching my strokes. His dick was hard again, leaking generous amounts of pre-cum as it bounce on his stomach. Tensions rose, and the pace quickened. Soon, that too familiar feeling began in the pit of my balls. My dick had never been so hard, so powerful, so demanding. "I'm cumming," I gasped. At that moment, pain shot down my back and into my asshole, pushing a tremendous load up through the shaft of my dick and into Mario. At the same time, his dick arched and began spitting out his seed on his stomach and chest as the first jet of my own is being deposited within him. Our lips crash together so hard that our teeth banged against each other, and we came, his load sticking us together while his ass milked every drop of cum from me. We collapsed into each other's arms, totally spent and cemented together with warm, slippery cum. "Wow!" "Wow!" is all we can say. "Stay here tonight. Help me finish moving." "If I stay, I doubt if we get any thing put away tonight," I say. "That's what I'm counting on."