Gay Erotic Stories

About the middle of January, I was sitting at home one evening having a small cocktail and reading a good book when a knock came on my door. As I answered it there stood a young man I had met only a couple times before. His name was Patrick. He was a friend of Sam’s son, Cliff.

He apologized for disturbing me and asked if he could come in and talk with me for a bit. I said “Sure. Come on in.” and escorted him to my living room. I asked if he would like something to drink but he declined. He stood in front of the fireplace and I had a vivid memory of the last time I had seen him. It was just after Christmas and he had been on the floor getting fucked in front of the same fireplace. I began to get a bit aroused at the memory.

Breaking away from the revery, I asked him what was on his mind. He began to tell me more about himself. He was mid-twenties and the son of a single mother. He’d never known his father and needed someone he could talk with for some advice. He hoped I could maybe help him, even just a bit. I said I’d give it a try but, that I would make no promises. I never had any children of my own so parenting was a totally foreign concept to me.

With that, I took him by the shoulders and led him over to the sofa where we sat and began to talk. We talked about many things, but nothing really specific and nothing I could put my finger on that really indicated that I was giving any advice. While it seemed that we had not been talking all that long, I suddenly realized it had been almost three hours since Patrick had arrived.

As my glass was empty, I got up and fixed us both a drink. I didn’t ask if Patrick wanted one or what he would want. I simply made him what I was having – whiskey on the rocks. I walked back to the sofa but stood in front of Patrick and handed him the glass. He stared up at me as he took a sip of the potent liquid. Even as he gasped at the burning in his throat, he never took his eyes off mine.

As he put the glass on the side table, he reached out and placed his palm on the front of my pants and gently applied pressure to my crotch. My cock immediately responded to his touch, thickening in my briefs. Feeling this, he grasped my hidden shaft and squeezed it making me take in a short breath. Only then did he look away from my eyes as he began to undo my belt and pants.

He looked directly at my crotch as he slowly undressed me, opening and lowering my pants, leaving my briefs in place for the time being. He lapped and sucked at my dick while still hidden in my briefs. My dick was wet not only by Patrick’s spit but also from my own pre-cum leaking out. Slowly, he pulled the waistband of my underwear forward, releasing my cock. As it appeared, he gave a little smile of satisfaction. My dick stood at its proud thick seven plus inches as Patrick lewdly licked his lips. Hooking the waistband under my balls, Patrick returned his gaze to my face. He had an almost shy, doe-like look in his dark eyes as he asked “May I, please Sir?” Recognizing his intention, I replied simply “Yes, Boy!” With that he lapped at the underside of the head of my dick. He gripped my balls and held them tight as he licked down my thick shaft then back up to the head. He swallowed my dick to the hilt in one swift push, burying his nose in my pubic bush. He held his face tight against my crotch for a good amount of time before pulling back to get a breath. Then he began an oral assault the likes of which I had not had in a very long time.

Patrick’s talents were many. His tongue constantly moved along my shaft and around the head. When he had my cock buried in his throat he would swallow several times, massaging my dick head in the most amazing way. If he allowed my dick to come out of his mouth, he would then give my balls an intense tongue lashing and suck first one then both my balls into his mouth for a gentle chewing.

He kept this up for several minutes until I pulled him off my cock and told him to finish undressing me. He stood up from the sofa and began to undo the buttons on my shirt and slowly remove it from my shoulders. After folding it and laying it across the arm of the sofa, he removed my pants and underwear, neatly placing them on top of my shirt. When he had this done, I turned and walked over to my easy chair and sat down. “Now, get naked, Boy! I said strongly.

I saw a new glint in his dark eyes as he quietly replied “Yes, Sir!” with a small grin curling his lips. I was surprised at the speed in which he obeyed my orders. Within mere moments, he stood before me naked in all his youthful beauty. He was very slim but also very tightly muscled with nice pecs and the start of a good set of abs. His arms were well developed as were his thighs, not overly large but well formed and tightly muscled.

He got down on his hands and knees and crawled across the floor to sit at my feet. He placed his hands on my thighs and rested his head gently on my lap. I stroked his dark hair as I felt him start to lick my inner thighs working his way back to my crotch. But, as talented as he was, I wanted more and I wanted this to last a good while yet. I lifted his head and held his face in my hands as I looked into his eyes. “Come sit in my lap.”

He eagerly got up from the floor and sat down in my lap, turning slightly to put an arm around my neck. I held him around the torso and slowly stroked his smooth skin, causing goose bumps to rise across his chest and arms. His breathing quickened as he rested his head against my shoulder. Taking his chin in my hand, I raised his face to mine and gave him a firm deep kiss. When I broke the kiss, he quietly breathed “Daddy!” My theory confirmed, I kissed him again, even more passionately than before. The boy melted into my body as we held each other tightly.

We made out like a pair of teenagers at a drive-in theater (Yes. I’m that old.) for several minutes. All the while Patrick kept fondling my cock, rubbing the pre-cum around the head, making me squirm. Eventually, I made him stop and told him we needed to go to my bedroom.

As we both got up from the chair, I took his hand and led him down the hall to the master bedroom. One light was already on beside the bed so I simply walked him to the foot of the bed. As we stood there, I bent my face down to his and kissed him once more. Once we broke the kiss, I said “On the bed. Face down. Ass up!” without any hesitation he quickly got into position, his chest and knees on the mattress with his round little bubble butt raised in the air. Gripping a cheek in each hand, I spread them, exposing a tight pink pucker slowly flexing at me.

I bent forward and sniffed at his hole then slowly lapped my togue along his crack. Patrick flexed his butt muscles as the tip of my tongue moved across his hole. As my tongue moved back across it again, it opened slightly and I pushed the tip in as hard as I could. Patrick wiggled his ass against my face and moaned softly. I wet one finger and used it to replace my tongue. I pushed into his ass without any more spit and found him accepting although with a whimper a bit louder than before.

As I drove my finger into him, Patrick pushed his ass back to me. While my finger was inside him, I returned to licking around his hole and along his crack. I took his cock and balls in my free hand and pulled them back between his spread thighs. This was the first I took real notice of his package. He had a good nine inches of cock but it was skinnier than mine. I had a brief thought about how it might feel to have him buried up my ass.

But for tonight, I wanted to take him. Patrick was getting hotter by the minute and his hole was loosening up so my finger was sliding in and out of his ass quite freely. His moans were getting more urgent. “Tell me what you want Boy!” I ordered. “You, Daddy! I want you to fuck me.” He cried urgently.

I pulled him further back to the edge of the bed and stood behind him. Using just a gob of spit on the head of my dick, I pushed the head slowly into his wanting hole. Using slow short pushes forward, I gradually entered him. His hole was tight and warm. As I sank ever deeper, I felt his ass muscles flexing along my shaft. When my hips were firmly pressed against his butt, we both let out a deep guttural groan of satisfaction.

“How does that feel?” I asked with as much concern as my greedy sexed up soul could muster. Patrick responded by grinding his ass against my hips, slowly fucking himself. “Please fuck me, Daddy!” he moaned out with a strange mix of aggression and respect. Hearing that, I withdrew my cock to the ring of my cock head then slammed it back in as hard as I could. Patrick snapped his head back up off the bed and yelped loudly. That did not stop me. I began a hard pounding at his beautiful butt that had him whimpering and moaning and squealing with delight. He also was grinding his ass back against me on almost every thrust. I kept this pace up for several minutes then abruptly stopped. He wanted more and kept trying to fuck himself on my cock. I slapped his ass hard on each cheek, raising good red hand prints.

Slowly I pulled my cock from his depths and rolled him over onto his back. Lifting his legs up and folding them back over his torso, I exposed his gaping hole. It was obviously wanting more of my pole, and I happily obliged, again drilling my cock into him in one fast push. As I did this, I watched his face and saw his eyes closed and a wide happy smile on his lips. I held my body still until he opened his eyes and looked up at me. Then, I began to fuck him again but, this time, in a slow gentle fashion. Our eyes locked and his gaze told me everything about his desires and needs.

Slowly as I fucked his ass, we moved up the bed until we were both laying out flat, with me on top of him, my cock still buried deep in his ass. Patrick wrapped his legs around my torso and locked his ankles together. His arms were wrapped around my neck and we kissed long and deep as I continued to fuck him, though my strokes were becoming more erratic. All too soon, I was at the point of no return. I pulled myself up and stared at him. “Where do you want it Boy? I’m getting close.”

“In me Daddy! Make me yours.” Without another word, I happily complied and dumped a massive load up his willing hole. As my orgasm subsided, Patrick rolled us over so that he sat on top of me with my cock still buried in his ass. Sitting atop me he continued to grind his ass on my cock giving me the most wonderful yet excruciating sensations. He leaned over me and smiled, that now familiar glint in his eyes.

Eventually, I could take no more and I had to push Patrick off me. Pulling my cock from his ass made a loud popping sound and I felt some of my cum drip from his ass down onto me. I pulled him down onto the bed along side me and hugged him tight. “Get comfortable. You aren’t going anywhere tonight.” I said. With a gentle kiss, I pulled him tight against me and drifted off to a restful sleep knowing that, in the morning, we would have another meaningful conversation about where we go from here.