Gay Erotic Stories

I'm Greg, a just-turned-forty suburban dad of 2 kids. Just cause I live in the ‘burbs in the Mid west, doesn't make me a typical dumpy looking 40 something. I take care of myself--golf, swimming, hiking with my 2 sons. My wife Ellen works - selling real estate, which involves lots of weekend work, So Matt, 18, and Chris, 15, and I are on our own a lot, especially on weekends. My sons and I have a great time together, and I love being a dad, coach, and all of the stuff that goes along with our lifestyle. I Laos really like women, and Ellen in particular. That's why what happened last Spring was so out of character - but great. Sunday morning - Ellen is at work, Matt is still sleeping, and Chris is a t a friend’s house. It’s one of those beautiful Spring days in Southern Ohio, warm, sunny, cloudless. I am up at 6 as usual, and went to the YMCA for my morning swim. When I get home, I decide to wash the car - my 40th birthday present to myself - a 98 black Maxima. That done, it’s 10 am and I am reading the paper on the back porch. - The doorbell rings. When I answer the door, a black kid of about 20 is there, neat jeans, white shirt with the sleeves rolled up - wearing a funky tie. "Good morning, my name is David and I’m selling magazine subscriptions so I can earn my tuition to OSU for my senior year. Would you be interested in buying anything?" Nothing unusual here, we got a lot of salesman--same pitch, and you really wondered what the scam was. But this kids was VERY good looking, and pleasant. "Come on in. How about a lemonade?" I asked him. It was already pretty warm and he was sweating a little. I was cool in my black running shorts and tank top that I had worn to wash the car. He came in and sat on the porch while I got the lemonade. He smiled and stood up when I came back with the drinks. "Thanks Mister! I've been walking a lot this morning." "I'm Pete," I said. "So, what are you selling?" Dave spread out the literature on the coffee table, and I sat on the couch next to him so I could see what he was selling. We’ve got so many magazines, but I found myself wanting to help this young man get through college. "I don't think there are any magazines that you’re selling that I don't already have. Sure wish I could buy something, though." Man was he good looking. I didn't remember being attracted to guys before, but... "I do have another line of magazines for special customers, but I don't think you would be interested in them" "What?" I asked. "Playboy?" "Well; sorta, but married guys aren't really into these.” "Let's see what you got, " I asked. "You sure? Some guys are offended. I’ just carry these cause I gotta carry what my customers want." "Sure, I’ve been around. Let’s see what you have." David unzipped his case and pulled out several magazines that had brown wrappers on them. He laid several of them on the table, and I opened the nearest one to me. I don't even remember the name of it, but I caught my breath and was drawn to it. I couldn't put it down. The pictures were of college aged guys, naked, in every position imaginable--shots of them actually sucking and fucking. I mean--I’ve been around and served 2 years in the Navy, and I’ve been in strip bars and porn shops. But I never saw anything like it. While I’m reading through the magazine, I’m springing a boner in my running shorts, and David is looking at me and begins to smile. "You , you want a subscription to this one, Pete?" he asked. I blushed - I had almost forgotten he was there. I had been so absorbed in the porn. "Yeah, right. My wife would love opening the mail and seeing that!" "Well gee, I could really use the money. These magazines carry a huge profit and I get $100 if I sell a subscription. I can tell you really like it," he added, while he gazed at my boner--barely hidden under my shorts. "Well Dave, I’d love to help you, but I just can't buy something like that and have it delivered here. How can I help you?" I asked the question, hoping that he would come up with some other plan. I could see that he was thinking about it and getting a little movement under his jeans. "Maybe if you could pay me directly what I would make on the subscription, I could let you see a little live action if you wanted!!" I pulled out my wallet and put 5 $20's on the table. "Man," he said. "I've never done this before." He stood up and loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. His brown chest was beautiful--smooth and taut like his face. He stripped off his shirt and kicked off his Nikes. I pulled him up to a standing position, and ran my hands over his chest - I was barely breathing--I had never touched a man like this before, and certainly never a black man. He was beautiful. I unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans - Dave was wearing black bikini underwear. I puled his jeans down, they were fairly tight and would not fall by themselves. He stepped up and I pulled off his sox and jeans, one leg at a time until he was totally naked--standing in my sunny back porch. His dick was beautiful. I have heard that black guys have huge dicks, and his was certainly good sized. It soon rose to 8" hard, uncut. I continued to touch him all over his naked body, especially on his beautiful full ass. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it. He pulled me up to my feet, after I took off his jeans and sox. He stretched my hands upward, and pulled off my shirt over my head, and then scooped down and pulled off my running shorts--no underwear--they have a lining. I couldn't believe I was standing naked on my sun porch with a black college senior. We sort of fell into an embrace, and let our hands wander gently, but wildly over each other’s bodies. I grabbed his ass and squeezed both cheeks, pulling him closer to me. He bent down and licked and bit my nipples--my wife never did that! Dave pushed me away and gently sat me on the sofa. He knelt between my legs and started licking and sucking my hard dick. I went wild! I had always imagined what it would be like to get a blow job--but Ellen was unwilling. I lifted my ass off the sofa to meet his mouth, and I couldn't control myself. When I lifted off the sofa, he dug his hands into the crack of my ass. Soon I was fucking his face and cumming in his throat. I sat back spent. Dave looked up and smiled at me. "My turn," he said. "OK" I said, getting ready to kneel before him on the sofa and suck him. But when I knelt, he didn't sit on the sofa. He bent over me from behind, and I could feel the slippery head of his dick sliding around my ass crack. I have never had anything up my ass, but I wanted it so bad. I leaned forward so my elbows were on the floor and my ass was sticking straight up in the air. His dick was so hard and so slippery and I could feel the head zeroing in on my hole. To my amazement, he slid right in. It hurt a little at first, but not very much really. He slipped in all the way--I could feel his wiry dick hairs on my ass. "Man, Dave—that’s so good!” “I'm getting a boner again," I said. He didn't respond, just started moving in and out. “That must be what Ellen feels like when I fuck her,” I thought. Dave's hands were almost as active as his dick, moving all over me, stopping to feel my nipples and slinging on my dick. Faster and faster and faster--he was ramming as hard as he could--breathing hard and moaning. I loved it as much as anything I had ever done. I was so horny--it was almost as if I hadn't just cum a few minutes before. In a very short time he grabbed me around the waist and gave me one last thrust, and I could feel his warm cum flooding into my asshole, and started leaking out. His body was jerking like he was being electrocuted. He fell with all of his weight on me and we lay still for a few moments. But we both knew we needed to get up and dress. After all, Matt was home, and he could be up any minute. Dave took the $100. He said he would have done it for nothing, but I insisted. And I bought a subscription to Boating Magazine. That was 7 months ago. I haven't done anything else with a man, but when I go to the gym or the pool, I look at the men in a different way.