Gay Erotic Stories

I met my first man about two months ago. He took me to the only gay bar in town and soon I was a part of the gay community here. I was invited to my first party; it was just out of the city limits on a quite road, and a casual affair, so I wore jeans and a t-shirt. The hosts were a nice gay couple and they introduced me to everyone there. I was having a great time when he walked in…

I couldn't help but notice him--he had to be 6 ft 3, black, and arms as thick as my thighs. He sported a shaved head and had an evil smile. He wore tight jeans and a tighter t-shirt with the word ‘army’ on it, stretched across his massive chest. He hugged the hosts while his eyes slowly scanned the room. His eyes locked onto me, the ‘newbee’.

I looked away quickly hoping he didn’t notice me staring at his perfect form. When I looked his way again, he was still looking at me while talking to the hosts. He grabbed a beer and started towards me. Again I looked away, but he came up to me and asked HOW MANY TIMES WAS I GOING TO LOOK AT HIM BEFORE I SAID HI.

I was shaking some as we talked. He asked me if he intimidated me. I told him truthfully, yes, because he was so hot. I was not sure if he liked the fact that I called him ‘hot’ or that I was intimidated or both, but he smiled at me. We talked for about 20 minutes; in that time frame I told him I was new to the gay scene and grew up in a small town nearby, probably only known for its farming.

As we talked he seemed to edge closer to me, pinning me somewhat against the wall. His hot breath on me made me know how much he wanted me or maybe it was his hand that was now resting on my ass cheek, caressing my ass and squeezing it. He commented on how nice and round my ass was. I nervously thanked him as he started to fumble with my belt.

I anxiously asked, “What are you doin?” I thought to myself I didn’t want to look like a slut at my first party. He assured me it was okay--as he unsnapped my pants and re-buckled the belt. My jeans were much looser, but looked like they were still buttoned--the belt hiding the fact that they weren’t. He pushed even closer to me. I felt his hand slide between the wall and my backside. It slid between the small of my back and my jeans and past my shorts. It was now pressing against my tight hole. He pushed his finger in as he kissed me, I involuntarily moaned into his mouth, melting into his arms.

“Nice and tight,” he commented. The room was dark and people were all around us—in fact within seconds a few guys came up and started to talk to us. He leaned against the wall also, so both our backs rested against it, but his finger still remained. It looked like he had his hand around my waist, at least (I hoped). As we talked to the guys, he slowly pushed his finger in and out of my hole.

After they left he kissed me again. He told me he would like to get nasty and rough with me. I told him I had never done rough yet. Again he smiled and his free hand reached up and grabbed my nipple through my shirt and began pinching it between his thumb and finger.

“You can take it,” he kept saying as he pinched harder and harder. I soon realized the time for I promised to meet some friends at the bar. I told him I had to go but gave him my phone number. He followed me out to my car, walking behind me. Again he commented on my round ass and how he would like to enjoy it sometime. I told him to call me and he could. He then asked me to follow him in his car as he had something cool to show to me. I realized I was supposed to meet my friends soon and said I really didn’t have much time.

“It won’t take long,” he said, “Or are you just being a tease?” He told me there was a cool view nearby. I followed him and within minutes we were on the Interstate highway. In another few minutes he pulled up onto an overpass. I followed. He got out of his truck as I walked towards him.

“Take off your belt and hand it to me!” he commanded.

I don’t know why, but I did as he said.

“Hands behind you!” he said. Again, I did what I was told. He wrapped the belt around my wrists and secured it. Next he put the tailgate of his truck down and pushed me onto it--my chest resting against the cold steel. He then unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them and my shorts down to my ankles.

I looked up to see him unzip his pants and pull out his huge throbbing cock. He rolled a condom onto it, and then slapped my ass hard--real hard. “Don’t you EVER, EVER deny me your farm boy ass again!” he roared.

Next I felt the head of his cock slowly pushing its way into my hole. It felt like a train never stopping--just pushing its way in--until it was buried to the hilt. Then he started to fuck me, rhythmically he pumped into me--not slowing down or speeding up--a nice smooth pace. It soon drove me wild--his cock burning inside of me--his hands squeezing my nipples and then grabbing my ass--slapping it, grabbing it, riding me.

I squirmed and moaned constantly. I had never been fucked like this. You could hear the cars below us driving under us while we were fucking--not knowing what was going on above them. He grunted and came. He pulled off the condom and pushed me to my knees, having me lick him clean. He then untied my hands and told me to stroke off. I came within seconds!

As we got ready to part, he told me he was up visiting his friends who threw the party and that he didn't make it up here often, but when he comes here again I would be bound to his bed all the weekend.

I can’t wait ...