Gay Erotic Stories

Peter was an older man, about 60 with gray hair and a bit of a barrel chest, but he was hot and I used to smell the crotched of his pants when he dropped them off. I knew what I was, but I didn’t think anyone else knew. But gaydar is real and we knew, but never said anything.

Whenever he came in we talked like normal people, but I really wanted him. He used to talk about all his business trips and would tell me about where all the stains on his clothes came from (not THOSE stains)

Months passed and the weekly torture continued into the summer when one day while jogging in the park, he sidled up next to me on his bike. What a break! Exercise always made me horny, even in 95 degree heat. He said hi and rode next to me while I ran for a bit more, but I stopped my run early, I didn’t want to be too tired.

We sat down on a bench and talked a bit about our workouts and the weather, but I was very distracted by his biking shorts, he had the most delicious bulge in them. He caught my eyes darting down to his crotch and I think it started to make him hard. I really wanted this at that moment. It was the middle of the day and my mom was working as a sales woman, so the house was empty.

When there was finally a long pause, and I was dripping with sweat, I suggested that we go for a swim at my house. The pool in the yard was private and would feel great in out overheated condition. He agreed and, after giving him the address, we met at my place a few minutes later.

Now, I really wasn’t slutty, but it was obvious that we were in for some profound sex and at the last minute I got cold feet. I said that I didn’t have a bathing suit for him but he could take off his tights in the pool. He didn’t wait till he got in.

He was out of his clothes in a flash and jumped in. He wasn’t hard yet, but his cock looked perfect. After he jumped in, I told him I had to go to the bathroom and ran in. I was so horny, but didn’t want to carry lube out so I packed my ass with a big dollop of Vaseline and headed out.

I stripped and jumped in and we swam around and talked some more. Finally I got up the nerve to brush against him and when I did I got dizzy with lust. I was close to the side wall on the shallow end, so I went to side, held on and looked back at him. He was next to me in a flash.

Peter brushed my arm with his hand and slid it behind my back and pulled us together. The sun beat down on us as our erections, stomachs and lips came together almost at once. This was it, my man, finally and I opened my mouth to take Peter all in. Our tongues played with each other as I put my arms around his neck and he held me around the waist. I was so aroused and inexperienced that I came right there!

I was embarrassed but even hornier when he told me it was okay. He asked if I needed a break and I responded by going underwater and taking his manhood in my mouth. I came back up and led him to the steps and sat him on the step that had his cock just out of the water. I made love to that cock with my mouth, but I wanted more. I spread his legs climbed up the stairs, faced away from him and sat on that glorious pole. I had been practicing with a dildo I borrowed from mom (I used a condom and washed it daily), but this was better than I dreamed it would be.

Peter was inside me and caressing my penis, stomach and chest and about ready to explode when I heard it.

“What the fuck is this?!?!?” It was mom in the yard but I didn’t get off Peter. I looked at her and told her to “stop looking and get back in the house…we’ll talk about this later!”

“You bet we will!” she seethed.

As soon as she turned around, I felt Peter’s cock get rigid and pump uncontrollably. He was breeding me and that’s all I’ve wanted for a long time. I didn’t get off immediately. He softened in me and fell out after a couple of minutes. He dried off, got dressed and left around the house.

Mom was angry and we talked a long time, but she accepted it and only asked that we not fuck in the pool or in her house. I spend LOTS of time at Peter’s these days...