Gay Erotic Stories

It had been a long time since I had much alcohol, and it kind of sneaked up on me. Earlier in the evening, my team had won the work recreation league basketball title, so a few of the guys and I went out to celebrate. The problem was that I had celebrated a bit more than I should, since I had driven my own car. My best friend on the team, Shawn, had ridden with me. He had had a few drinks as well, but he no doubt had more practice at it than I. He seemed pretty sober to me, so when we headed to the car to head home, I asked if he was okay to drive.

“Sure I’ll drive bro, but how do we work this?” he asked. “If I take you home, how do I get home?”

“No problem,” I said, as I handed him the keys. “You can take it home tonight if you want…or just sleep in my guest room and I’ll give you a ride in the morning.”

“That’s sounds cool to me,” he said. “I’ve been wanting to try your Jacuzzi,” he added.

“That would feel good right now, huh?” I responded as I slumped into the passenger’s seat. I don’t remember much about the ride home except that it went pretty quickly. I didn’t exactly pass out, but I was starting to doze by the time we reached my place. “Thanks for driving, Shawn.” I offered, “Make yourself comfortable and help yourself to something to drink, if you’d like. I’ll turn on the heater in the Jacuzzi – it will take a little while to get hot, but I leave it on warm, so it’s not bad straight away.”

I went to the back patio, removed the cover from the tub and turned on the heat and the jets. By the time I had returned inside, Shawn had found some beer in the fridge and handed me one. I probably should have declined, but I figured as long as I was home, it couldn’t do much damage to have one more.

“Neil, do you have any weed?” Shawn asked,

“Sure, I’ll get the bong and bring it out to the patio,” I replied. Shawn headed over to the patio door. “Do you need some trunks for the Jacuzzi?” I asked. “No, it’s very private out here with all those tall hedges, vines and trees,” he observed. “Nobody to see us nekkid,” he added. With that he started to shed his clothes and toss them on a chair in the back room.

By the time I got the bong ready and joined him, Shawn was stripped down to his shorts. I had seen him naked in the shower many times after ball games, and I though I never thought of myself as gay, I had always admired Shawn’s athletic physique. He was tall and lanky – 6’3” and perhaps 175 pounds – and he seemed to fit the stereotypes for African Americans: a tight, jutting bubble ass and one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen. It always hung long and seemed almost abnormally thick. I had often wondered what it looked like when fully erect. As he slid his thumbs under the waistband and slowly wriggled out of his shorts, I couldn’t help but sneak a look at his more than generous endowment. As he stood upright, I handed him the bong, careful to keep my eyes focused up and away from the thick black rope that hung between his legs.

“It’s loaded and ready to go, but be careful,” I warned, “it’s some kick-ass shit.”

He wasted no time in taking a big hit and coughed uncontrollably as it caught him by surprise. “Wow,” he exclaimed. “That is some expanding weed, Neil.” He handed me the bong. “Your turn,” he noted.

I took a smaller hit and returned the bong to him. “Go on and get in the Jacuzzi,” I instructed.

“Aren’t you coming in, too?” he asked.

“I’ll join you in a minute,” I assured him. “But if I pass out in there, it’s your job to keep my head above water. I‘ll just grab some towels, first.” Shawn walked somewhat gingerly out to the Jacuzzi and climbed in. I went upstairs to get some towels and returned in a flash. I stripped out of my clothes and set them next to Shawn’s. I was still more than a little bit drunk and starting to feel a strong buzz from the weed on top of that. The Jacuzzi was probably the last thing I needed at this moment, but I soon found myself up to my shoulders in bubbling hot water.

“Here, Neil, take another hit,” Shawn commanded, as he handed me the bong, which he had just reloaded.

Dutifully almost, I took another hit and handed it back to Shawn. “”It’s all yours, now,” I remarked. “That’s it for me.” Almost immediately, I began to feel pretty flushed. I took another few swigs of beer to cool off, but I’m sure the alcohol was just adding to my dizziness.

“I’ll try one more hit,” Shawn related, and he proceeded to finish off another bowl. As he sat back to relax, he splayed his long legs forward so that they lightly brushed against me. It seemed innocent enough, so I didn’t react to the contact. I let his legs rest against mine. “I love the high I get from this stuff, but it makes me really horny,” Shawn confided.

“I know what you mean,” I replied. “If I wasn’t shit-faced, I’d be having the same problem.”

“You mean a problem like this?” Shawn asked. He abruptly stood up, revealing a massive semi-erection. He cupped his hands around the base of his dick and scrotum and flapped his huge black pole up and down as if to accentuate the point.

I was half in shock and fully in awe of his enormous tool. He was standing between my outstretched legs at a distance of a few feet from my face, but it seemed as though his enormous jutting member was about to poke me in the eye. For a moment, I could only sit there, jaw agape, staring back at the huge, one-eyed snake that was staring right at me. Finally, I managed to speak. “No, I’ve never had quite that big a problem,” I joked, trying to defuse the situation. But Shawn was more determined.

“It gets a lot bigger than this,” Shawn bragged. “But there’s one way to solve this problem, Neil.” He stepped in closer to me. I felt his knees pressing against the inside of my thighs. Now, the arching black cobra was literally poised to strike, just inches from my face. I started to brace my hands against Shawn’s thighs, but instead of pushing him away as I initially thought to do, I simply rested my hands against his bony hips. He moved in even closer, so that the shiny pink knob was nearly touching my chin. “Go ahead, Neil,” Shawn coaxed me. “It won’t bite you.” He gently thrust his hips forward. My hands did nothing to stop him as he guided the tip of his cock against my lips. I should have been outraged, but I was more than curious. Almost instinctively, my jaw dropped and my lips parted to accept his thick tool. Shawn wasted no time in sliding several inches of his rod inside my mouth. “That’s it, baby,” Shawn encouraged me, “suck on that big snake.”

At this point, I was too drunk to stop him if I wanted to, but I didn’t know what the heck I wanted. Here I was for all intents and purposes being forced to suck my buddy’s huge cock and I was loving every second of it. What the heck was going on here? Why didn’t I just get the hell up and deck him? Instead, I found myself straining to take his monster further down my throat. My hands, once positioned to push him away were now gently cupping his narrow hips, practically guiding him in as he began to fuck my face more deliberately. Over and over, his semi-hard cock slipped out until the huge mushroom head tugged outward on my lips, then snaked its way back inside my hot, wet mouth. The meaty knob massaged the back of my throat walls as Shawn plowed it deep into me.

“Yeah, I knew you wanted this, Neil,” Shawn declared confidently. “I’ve seen the way you look at me in the shower. You couldn’t take your eyes off my big fat dick. Now you can just suck on it as long as you want. It tastes good, doesn’t it? “

He cupped his hands behind my head and held me in place as he gradually forced his dick further into my mouth. When he had it all the way inside, he held it there for a moment, as if to admire his accomplishment. Fortunately for me, he was still only semi-erect – just soft enough so that his huge member could easily bend as it snaked its way down my throat. As I sat there helplessly, with Shawn’s thick cock stuffed all the way down my throat and his pubic hairs tickling my nose, I felt a strange sense of excitement. Any thoughts I had about stopping him had vanished. I was focused on breathing through my nose, relaxing my jaws and minimizing contact with my teeth.

Shawn sensed my complete submission to his desires. “Yeah…you love having this black boy’s dick stuffed down your throat, don’t you?” he observed accurately.

I was in no position to answer. Shawn began to buck his slender hips, pumping my face with short, firm strokes. I could feel his dick getting harder and thicker with each thrust. My throat was taking a beating and my lips and jaws were being stretched to the max as he got bigger and harder. I wanted to service him, but I didn’t know how much more pounding my throat could take without gagging. Again, Shawn sensed my distress and tried to accommodate. He backed away and withdrew completely for a moment. “Take a few deep breaths while you can, baby,” he urged me, “cause once I get going again, there’ll be no coming up for air.” His awesome tool was almost fully hard now. It was over a foot long and thicker than a beer can at the base. He held the tip of it perched against my lips as he climbed up on the bench, straddling me. I tried to breathe deeply and brace myself mentally for the assault that was to come.

“Lean your head back, Neil,” he instructed from his position above me. I did as he commanded, and spread my jaws as Shawn lowered his hips slowly. His huge pole impaled my mouth and continued its way down my throat. There seemed to be no end to it as more and more of his thick meat slipped past my fully packed lips. Finally, I saw his flat stomach drawing near. His pubic hairs surrounded my nose. His huge, low hanging balls came to rest on my chin. “Relax and breathe through your nose, baby,” he advised.

Methodically, Shawn began to fuck my face with short but firm strokes. The feel of his huge ball sac being lifted from my chin, then slapping back down again was intoxicating. I knew it was far too late to stop him, but tried to slow him down by pushing gently against his hips. But Shawn would have none of that. He grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands over my head and pinned them against the rim of the Jacuzzi. His lithe body now arched over me like a dark rainbow. Using a squatting motion, he repeatedly drove his massive piston in to the hilt. His thrusts gradually became longer and harder. Before long, he was pummeling my face and pinning my head against the Jacuzzi as he drove his tool into my mouth. Between the booze, the pot and this relentless pounding, I was certain I would soon pass out.

“I’m about to bust a nut in you, Neil,” Shawn warned. He started hammering my lips with short hard thrusts. His knob bounced off the back of my throat and slid downward. His huge nut sack swung down covering my chin. “Fuck, yeah,” he cried. “I’m gonna drop this load, baby!” Soon, I felt the thick base of his piston twitching rapidly against my tongue and lips. His huge, loaded balls were finally releasing their seed. The warm, thick cream began to stream out of his tool, covering my throat and trickling down into my stomach. For a tired moment, Shawn laid on top of me, pinning my face down with his spent tool still stuffed inside me, his ball sack completely covering my chin. Finally, he released his grip on my hands and slowly began to pull his body up. As his cock was being withdrawn, I got the first salty taste of his sperm against my tongue. Still part way inside me, Shawn pumped the base of his huge rod with his fist. Another gusher sprayed out, filling my mouth with his seed. “How’s that feel, Neil?” Shawn asked, “do you like the taste of this black boy’s cum?” He withdrew until only his knob remained in my mouth and pumped his cock a few more times. I sucked on the meaty organ like a baby thirsty for milk. “Yeah, that’s it – suck every last drop of my love juice, baby,” he said softly. He gave his shaft a few more squeezes and finally retreated from my mouth. He extended his hand to grasp mine and said, “Come on, Neil, let’s cool off.”

Still in shock at what had just transpired, I managed to get to my feet and climb out of the Jacuzzi. I didn’t know what to think, much less say. I was drunk, and Shawn was pretty buzzed. He had taken advantage of a situation to relieve some pressure – that’s all. I was his victim, not his partner in all this. Who was I kidding? I was still sporting a 9-inch hard-on. Shawn immediately led me to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. “You need a nice cold one, my friend,” he advised.

I’m sure I didn’t need another drink, but I took it anyway. I was very thirsty, but I should have switched to water long ago. Too late – I gulped down most of the bottle in a flash. “I’m going to rinse off in the shower before bed,” I informed him, “you should do the same – those chemicals aren’t good for the skin.”

“You go first, Neil,” Shawn replied. “I’m going to do another bong first.”

I got into the shower and began to lather up when Shawn popped open the door and stuck the bong in my hands. “Here, Neil, you need another hit right about now,” he insisted.

At this point, my judgment wasn’t the best, but I figured the more fucked up I got, the easier it would be to blow this whole night off later. So I took another hit and handed it back to Shawn, expecting him to leave with it. Instead, he reloaded it and took another hit right there. I reached up on the ledge of the shower to take another swig of brew. As I was reaching up to put it back, I felt Shawn’s hands gripping my waist. The next thing I knew, he was snuggling up behind me, pressing his rapidly hardening tool up against my butt.

“I don’t know what it is about this weed, Neil,” Shawn declared, “but I’m all horny again.” He stepped away from me momentarily and pushed out hard on my back, forcing me up me against the shower wall. “You sure look fine to this black boy from here, Neil,” he said softly.

I could just feel his eyes sizing up my virgin white ass as he leaned back, and sure enough, he immediately moved back in close, pressing his chest hard against my back. His hands each grabbed a handful of my firm, bubble butt. His fingertips pried my ass cheeks apart. Soon I could feel his huge dick rising between my legs, sliding underneath my balls.

“Shawn, this isn’t right,” I protested, “we’re both drunk and stoned.” I tried to turn, but Shawn leaned in harder, pinning me against the wall.

“You got me really hot tonight, Neil,” Shawn whispered into my ear, “just relax and go with the flow.” Then suddenly it seemed he had a change of heart. He backed away and stepped out of the shower. “You go on with your shower,” he said as he left the bathroom. However, he wasn’t gone for long. I had barely begun lathering myself up before he returned. He set something on the ledge and wasted no time in stepping in behind me again. This time, he grabbed me by the hips and ground his dick up and down my soapy crack.

I protested immediately, “Fuck, Shawn – you can’t be seriously thinking of….” But he cut me off mid-sentence.

“Neil, baby – nothing bad is gonna happen here,” he cut in, “it’s all good.” He reached up and grabbed something off the ledge. Soon, he stuck a small dark bottle under my nose. “Here, take a deep breath” he insisted.

I was too tired and drunk to resist. I inhaled deeply and immediately began to feel flushed.

“Again,” he commanded. “Take a few more hits.”

I did as he ordered and was almost overcome by a dizzying rush. My legs felt unsteady. My head was burning up.

“Turn around and get on your knees, Neil,” Shawn demanded. His hands guided my dizzy body into the desired position. The head of his massive cock was forced into my mouth again. His hands gripped my shoulders tightly and held me in place as he began to rock his slender hips. Instead of being outraged, I felt myself consumed by dizzying lust. I sucked hungrily on his thick rod as he pumped it in and out. “That’s the way,” he encouraged me, “suck that big dick.” He continued to fuck my face for several minutes, moaning in approval as I tried to swallow every inch of his long, black fuck pole. He pulled out and stroked himself, moving in closer. “Suck my balls, Neil,” he instructed. I did as he asked, carefully sucking in one huge orb at a time and rolling it about in my hot, wet mouth. “Fuck, yeah!” he cried, “suck on those big, juicy nuts.”

He pulled away after awhile and knelt in front of me. His huge cock, standing nearly straight up, was an inviting target. I dove in and wrapped my lips around as much of it as I could. Shawn grabbed my head and helped guide me onto his love stick, but I didn’t need directions. I got on all fours started bobbing up and down on his majestic flagpole like a yo-yo. Shawn bent further at the knees and sat on the shower floor, lowering the target for my hungry mouth. I bent over further, supporting my upper body on my elbows as I sucked on his tool. My hands caressed his balls and stroked the base of his shaft. Shawn leaned forward and began playing with my upraised butt. His hands kneaded the flesh roughly; then his fingertips danced around my hole. Soon, he slipped one, and then two and then a third finger inside and began working them around. At first, it hurt and felt good at the same time, but then, it just felt good. He came around behind me and held the poppers in my nose again.

“Take some deep breaths, Neil,” he instructed. I did as he asked. By now, Shawn had pushed my chest and shoulders to the floor and pulled my hips and ass up high on my knees. I left the open bottle of poppers on the shower floor, just under my nose. Shawn squirted some lube on his huge dick. I could hear the wet sounds of him stroking himself. Soon, I felt the head of his monster cock pressing at my fully exposed asshole.

“Shawn, I can’t take that monster,” I pleaded.

“It’s too late to stop now, baby,” he replied. “Either you’re gonna let me fuck you, or I’m gonna have to rape you. Either way, this black boy’s dick is going up that pretty white ass, Neil.” He started pressing it in slowly. “You’d better take some more hits, baby,” he urged. He held the bottle practically up one of my nostrils, then the other as I took several more deep breaths. My head felt like it was ready to burst into flames. I never felt so horny in my life. His meaty knob was forcing its way inside me. I pushed out on my sphincter as he pressed it into me. The huge mushroom head immediately slipped past and lodged itself inside me. It hurt, but not nearly as much as I expected. Slowly, he inched further into me. I wasn’t in great pain, but I felt as though my ass walls were going to split apart from the stress. His beer-can thick rod was stretching me to the limit.

“You’re too thick,” I cried, “it’s going to split me open.” Shawn didn’t reply. He just kept inching his rod further into my virgin ass. I took some more hits off the bottle and tried to relax. As he went deeper, I could feel my sphincter being stretched even more by the thicker middle part of his massive tool. “Shawn, it’s tearing me up,” I insisted. He didn’t respond, but he temporarily stopped pushing it in any further. He just held it in that position while he reached around under me and began stroking my rock-hard cock. I tried some more poppers. Shawn gently slid his cock back and forth, moving only an inch or two on each stroke. To my pleasant surprise, I felt relief as my sphincter suddenly relaxed and opened wider. Shawn must have felt it too.

“I got you fucked now, Neil,” he declared. “My dick feels okay now, huh baby?” he continued. Without pulling out, he squirted some more lube on his shaft and slowly began to work the monster further inside. His hands gripped me just above the hips, preventing me from pulling away as he powered the massive piston into me. Using short, slow strokes, he started plowing my ass relentlessly. With each stroke, he went in a little bit deeper. His cock felt amazingly good. There was still some pain mixed in, to be sure, but more sexual ecstasy than I had ever felt before. Without even realizing it, I began moaning loudly in rhythm with his thrusts. “Feels good now, huh Neil?” he asked. Soon, I could feel his balls slapping against me. “Oh yeah, baby, I got you fucked good,” he bragged.

About all I could do was grunt and moan at this point. With Shawn’s giant anaconda deep inside me and his hands controlling my hips, I felt powerless. He fucked me hard for several minutes, pulling back on my hips to magnify the impact as he slammed me. Suddenly, he pulled out.

“Stand up, Neil,” he commanded. I did as he asked. “Spread your legs, bend over and brace yourself against the wall,” he demanded. I assumed the position he wanted, and immediately felt a shot of pain as he grabbed me by the hips and impaled me with the entire length of his rod. He ground it in harder for a few minutes, stretching my sphincter to the max and then started plowing me with long, hard strokes. As he picked up the pace, he pushed and pulled my ass back and forth. My ass literally bounced off his hard groin on each penetration, only to be pulled right back onto his thick fuck tool.

“Fuck, yeah, Neil,” Shawn cried, “I’m gonna breed your ass, white boy.” I braced myself for the assault as he slammed me even harder. His hands locked onto my hips and guided my ass down onto his rigid cock. He bent his knees and moved in closer forcing me to bend over even more. He started taking more of an upward angle on his thrusts. “How’s that big black dick feel going up your tight white ass?” he asked as he practically lifted me off the floor with a savage upward thrust of his hips. He held it in me to the hilt and pried upward against my prostate. “How’s it feel to have your manhole used like a pussy?” he went on.

He reached forward and pulled my arm back between my legs. “Feel my nuts, Neil,” he ordered. “I’m all the way up in you,” he continued. I reached underneath and felt the huge sack dangling from the base of his shaft. “Feel that black snake sliding in and out of your ass,” he ordered. My fingertips moved to the edge of my tightly packed hole. I could feel the hardness of his thick fuck tool. I felt the undulations of the veiny underside of his shaft as it slid in and out of me. Bending way over, I could look back in awe at the amazing length and girth of his cock as it disappeared up into me. The contrast of his black skin against my pale white butt made the intruder seem impossibly large.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, now, Neil,” Shawn said. I just grunted and moaned in pleasure as he repeatedly pummeled my ass with that huge cock. His heavy balls slapped against mine as they swung pendulously forward on each upward thrust. The pounding on my prostate was so intense, I knew I would soon climax. “I didn’t think you did,” he confided. “You like being this black boy’s fuck toy now, don’t’ you Neil? You need my big black dick inside your tight ass now, huh?” he asked.

“Fuck, yes!” I admitted. “Your dick feels so good…” I moaned. I was on the verge of exploding.

“I’m about to breed you, Neil,” he warned, as he jarred my entire body with one savage thrust after another. My entire body was lifted from the floor as he slammed his tool hard up into me. “I’m gonna cream your hot ass now, baby,” he cried.

Shawn’s huge cannon unloaded inside me. The rapid-fire pulsing of his thick shaft sent me over the edge – the simmering orgasm that had been building for what seemed like hours was finally erupting full-force, sending rope-like streams of hot cum across the shower floor. My entire body spent, I slumped forward, shoulders against the wall as Shawn withdrew from my well-fucked ass.

“I’ll be ready for more in the morning,” he warned.