Gay Erotic Stories

I'm a married guy, 44, 6', 215, moderately hairy with brown eyes and hair. Yeah, I've gained a few pounds but I still look good and have a lot of style and class, even if I do say so myself! I consider myself straight but I still notice a good-looking guy. I've been to bed with guys in the past, but it had been quite a while since I had done that. I was going to Cincinnati last summer to a trade conference and thought since I was away from my wife and kids for a week that I might have some fun. I got on the Internet and looked for bi married guys in the Cincinnati area. I was lucky enough to find a really nice guy. He sold real estate, so his schedule was flexible; and after a few conversations and emails we decided that we'd meet when I got to Cincinnati for some fun. I was looking forward to meeting Frank: He seemed to be honest and a nice guy. I landed in Cincinnati in the evening and hadn't eaten all day. I was starved and I didn't know the town, so I ordered a pizza from room service. The guy who brought the pizza to my room was cute. I had my "gaydar" on and was picking up signals. I made some casual conversation while he set up the food tray, then, as he was leaving, told me to call when I was done and he'd pick up the tray. I gave him a call and when he came to the room he looked so cute that I decided to go for it. I asked him where the action was in town, then asked him if he knew of any gay clubs in the area. He told me about a few, then I asked him what the chances were of hooking up. He asked, "With me?" It wasn't what I had intended, but I said sure and he took off his tuxedo shirt, and tie, then his pants and said, "Do whatever you want." He had a real small cock and wasn't as hairy as I like but it was good to be in the sexual company of a guy, so I wasn't complaining. We got each other off and I kissed him good-bye. He was a great guy and I appreciated his time. The next day I called Frank. We made our plans and I was anxious to meet him. Frank came to my room and as soon as I opened the door I knew I was going to have fun. He looked like I had pictured him: A little younger than me, handsome, and stocky. Just perfect. We talked for a few minutes, and then I started to undress him. We kissed, then had a great couple of hours enjoying each other. I wanted him to cum in my mouth (something I usually don't like) because he had a great cock. It was about 7" and nice and thick. He ended up shooting off on his belly so I never got to taste his load, but I still had a great time. I thought my sex antics were over for the trip until I went to the gym one afternoon. I was on a treadmill and one of the guys from the conference got on the one next to me. We made small talk, then I said I was beat and went off to the sauna. I put a towel around my waist and went in. Minutes later, the guy on the treadmill next to me came in. We once again made small talk and commented on how horny we were being away from the wives. He said he was so horny he felt like jacking off right there in the sauna. I said, “Go for it and I'll join you!” He started stroking and looking into my eyes. I couldn't resist and went over to him and took him deep in my throat. He was so hot and so was I. The guy was built and good-looking. I stroked myself as I sucked him, not caring if anyone else came into the sauna or not. (Not a smart move but at the time I didn't care.) Within minutes he started to shoot and I sucked every drop from his hot cock. When he was done cumming, he got up and left. I saw him a few times after that but we didn't talk about it. Then the next evening, I was at the bar in the hotel and was really horny because the bartender was so fucking hot. I watched his ass all night long. He had to have known I wanted him. But, he either was real professional or not interested because he went on with business as usual. I was getting really drunk by this time and a bunch of guys from the conference came in. We started talking and one by one they all left to go to their rooms except one. I won't mention his real name, so let's call him Greg. Greg was cute but had an old fashioned style about him. Never did I think he'd be into guys. We started talking and being so drunk, I confessed to him that I had been with the guy the day before. He smiled and said he had always been curious about guys. To make a long story short, we ended up in my room and had a good time. I was so drunk I couldn't get hard but I remember sucking him and him mounting my ass from behind. The next morning I had one hell of a hangover and couldn't remember much about the night before, so I'm not sure what we did. The following day, the conference was over and I returned home to my wife and family. I haven't had a gay encounter since and don't have much of a desire to, but who knows? The next conference might be even better!