Gay Erotic Stories

This one's short and sweet, but it's a very hot memory of mine. My 7 year relationship was nearing its end, and I was horny as shit! I'm usually a top, but I wanted to get fucked in the worst way on this morning, so I went online looking for someone willing to bang me. I am 35, 6'4", 200 lbs., decent body and a 7.5" dick. As I said, I usually serve as a top, but I LOVE to take it, and I tend to get fairly loud when getting screwed. This all happened about 2 years ago. Anyway, I went into a local gay chat room and somehow or other connected with this other guy who was chatting from work. We chatted and danced around the idea of getting together. He was around my age and partnered, but unsatisfied sexually. I made it pretty clear I was looking to have my brains screwed out, and while he made no promises, he didn't indicate disinterest. Within a half hour, we agreed to meet at a low-end, cheap motel halfway between our locations. Basically, he was going to "do me" on his lunch hour. I drove to the hotel early and hired a room, nervous as hell. I'd never cheated on my boyfriend and the fact that this guy was a total stranger was both turning me on and scaring me at the same time. I entered the room, kicked off my shoes, lit a cigarette, and waited. I'd "packed" well for this trip: condoms, lube, even a little bottle of poppers. I took a hit or two off the poppers, which served to relax me and put me in the mood for this guy. Within about ten minutes, there was a knock at the door. My heart was fucking racing (as it is now, remembering this), but I went ahead and opened the door. He was really nice looking: in shape, mid thirties, short dark hair, nerd glasses. He wore a shirt and tie, slacks and loafers. He said he wanted to move his car around to the back of the motel and disappeared. I had mixed thoughts and emotions while he was gone. I thought of my boyfriend, who was at work. I thought of how bad it was to cheat. I thought of perhaps having this guy's cock in my face and perhaps up my ass. I grew half hard within my jeans and suddenly he was back again, at the door. I let him in. He bums a cigarette and we smoke together around the cheap little table in the room. We make small talk. I can tell he's about as nervous as I am. The sun is brilliant outside, but the curtains are drawn tightly closed; the TV provides the only illumination in the dark room. After a long five minutes or so, he gets up to take a piss. I see a nice big bulge in his slacks as he goes to the small bathroom. I think: I want to strip down totally naked and greet him when he emerges; but I'm too chicken to do that. I don't know what to do; I only know that I want to get laid. I take another quick hit of the poppers, undo my jeans and pull down my zipper a bit, and I fall back onto the bed. He appears and smiles when he sees me. He's a normal guy: not ultra sexy, not ugly at all; just another guy looking to get off. He sits on the edge of the bed and his hand moves between my legs. I'm not hard yet - I'm too nervous - but he rubs my soft penis through my jeans into a half-erect state, and then he places his mouth over it. I can feel the heat from his mouth as he gently bites and breathes on me. Suddenly he stands up, grasps the waist of my opened jeans and my boxers and, with one HARD move, he pulls both down to my ankles and then off my body. I am now naked and exposed from the waist down, lying before him. I FEEL naked and exposed, and I really just want him to use me. I feel like a wet noodle: bend me and twist me as you'd like to, just fucking use me. That's how I felt inside, anyway. He leans onto the bed, between my naked legs, and he parts them a little. His face goes to my crotch and soon my half-hard cock is sucked into his mouth. The stubble of his beard tickles and scratches my balls. He's kissing and sucking and licking me greedily, even sucking my nuts in and out of his mouth, and I'm staring down and watching my own private parts disappear into this guy's mouth, then reappear. It's a cool sight, but I'm not fully hard. My mind is racing too much; I'm thinking too many thoughts. I want him - I fucking NEED this - but I can't quite relax enough to enjoy it fully. He pauses to take his tie and shirt and undershirt off. He looks good: hairy, a little, not overly developed by not flabby either. He again hits the bed, but this time in a sixty-nine position, so that the hard prick within his slacks is pressed into my face. His hand grasps the back of my head and my mouth instinctively opens to begin sucking him through his pants. THAT does the trick, and I have a full boner within thirty seconds. I feel it being sucked back into his mouth, and we continue to mouth each other for a good long time. His free hand reaches down to undo his belt, to open his pants, to lower his zipper. Soon I'm sucking him through his white briefs. His dick is big; much bigger and fatter than I'd have expected from just looking at him, and I find myself wanting it more and more. I am doing my best to gobble it up through his underpants and I'm moaning, because now I'm turned on for real. Finally, he slides off the bed and says, "Take off your shirt." I obey, and now I am totally, completely naked before him. He's standing before me, looking me up and down and stroking himself through his underwear, squeezing and rubbing his fat prick. "You want this, don't you?" he asks. I answer, "Yes," and nod, but my voice comes out very weak and scared. He kind of smirks and lowers his underpants and steps out of them, and I can see his prick for the first time. Indeed, it seems massive to me: big and really fat and swollen. He crawls onto the bed, over my body, until he is straddling my face. He grasps his hard cock and points it to my face, my lips, and he starts to rub his bare cockhead over my lips and chin and cheeks. Finally, he presses the head against my lips and he says, "Suck it." I allow him to slide his cock into my mouth and suddenly I'm getting a slow face-fuck from this stranger. He's giving it to me - sliding it in and out - nice and slow, and he's moaning and talking a little, telling me how good it feels for him. His is the biggest dick I've ever tried to suck, so I'm sure I did a lousy job of it, but he didn't seem to mind. I did my best to use my tongue and inner cheeks to suck him in, but basically he was just using my mouth as a fuck-hole, and he seemed satisfied with that. NOW, I was hornier than shit, and instead of jerking myself off I'd raised my legs into the air and started finger-fucking myself, though he couldn't see this. He was taking his good old time, fucking my mouth slow then fast, pulling out and slapping his wet boner across my face, talking dirty to me a little bit. Fine. Use me. That's what I wanted. He pulls his prick from my mouth and leans in close, face to face. "What do you REALLY want?" he asks. He knows what I want, but he wants me to say it. I kind of weakly answer that I want him to fuck me. He slaps my face with his prick and makes me say it again. I do. He rolls off of me and allows me to collect my "supplies" from my jeans. Within seconds I'm back on my back and he's kneeling between my open legs, stroking himself. I open the condom package and I unroll it onto his huge prick, and I give him a couple of strokes in the process. God, how much I want to feel that thing sliding in and out of me! Next, I squirt a little bit of lube onto my right hand, lay back again, and I raise my legs. I am now totally exposed to him - he can see my dick, my balls, my entire naked body - and my bare asshole as I begin to slide fingers in and out of myself. He smiles slightly and his cock bounces in the air as he watches me finger-fuck myself. I pause to explain to him that I rarely get screwed, so it'll take me a little while to get used to him. His only response is to say, "Spread 'em for me." Again, I obey, using both hands to pull my ass cheeks far apart for him. He hikes my legs over his shoulders and soon I feel that huge, swollen dickhead pushing against my asshole. He slides himself into me, slowly and easily. You know the feeling: a combination of pleasure and slight pain. I accept him readily, though, and I can feel the length of his entire prick being pushed into me. Once he's all the way in, I speak up to say, "Okay, now go slow at first," and he does: he slowly slides in and out of me, but just a little. His hands are grasping my calves; his boner is traveling in and out of me by about an inch or two. Of course, it soon begins to feel really good, and I'm starting to make a little bit of noise. He grows more confident and pulls out farther, thrusts into me a little bit harder, still being gentle, though. He gives me this nice, slow, teasing fuck for maybe three or four minutes before asking, "How're you doing? Feel okay?" Well, I'm entering the "FUCK ME" phase by now and I'm hornier than hell, so I just look straight into his eyes and I try to speak. To my surprise, my voice is full and no longer quivering. I simply said to him, "I want you to bang me...Use me...I don't care what you do to me; you're in charge now." The guy smiled a little and he took charge, indeed! He grabbed my ankles, hoisted them into the air a little, and he began sliding the entire length of his fat prick in and out of me. NOT hard at first, but full and firm strokes that soon had me moaning really loudly. It felt fucking fantastic! He began fucking me with more force - pulling almost all the way out, then pushing into me with more force. I was lying sideways on the bed, and with each thrust he was pushing me more and more toward the edge of the bed. I found my head being gradually pushed off the bed so that it was hanging off the edge, and I was making more and more noise; I was LOVING this! His fuck-thrusts were growing in force, along with my pleasure, and I flung my arms over my head and started begging him to slam me, to fuck me as hard as he could. He raised my ankles higher into the air and he started really power-fucking me, pounding me with rapid, hard strokes. He was raised above me and the bed and my body was being pushed more and more off the bed as he slammed me, until most of my upper half was dangling off the edge of the bed and I was loving every second of this: I was feeling like a stupid little fuck doll and I was making enough noise to alert anyone outside as to what was going on. Once I was in danger of truly falling off the edge, he simply grabbed the crooks between my legs and hips hard, hoisted me toward him, and continued pistoning me. My head was now resting on the floor and I was being totally used, but neither of us cared; he simply kept up his fuck-motions and I kept gasping and begging for more. I didn't look up, but I'm sure my loose balls and hard dick were bouncing around like crazy as he screwed my asshole. Finally, he began breathing heavily and really thrusting into me HARD, and I knew he was close. He suddenly pulled out and released his grip on me, so that my butt slid off the bed and my legs were raised and spread underneath him. He ripped his condom off and began to fist his prick, aiming it square between my legs, and he proceeded to shoot off all over my spread ass, my nuts, my dick and stomach and face; he basically just sprayed all over me. I let him. It was cool to be a cum target. "Hang on a sec," he said, once he'd caught his breath, and he disappeared from between my upturned legs. He'd gone into the bathroom and closed the door, and I was left, a fucked and cummed-up mess. I heard the shower start up as I started to stand and kind of collect myself a little. The bed was a mess: he'd fucked me and the covers right off it, but I didn't care. I could feel his jizz roll down my body as I stood, circled the bed, and finally fell back onto it. I was in a post-fuck haze, and it was a wonderful feeling. I simply lay there, naked and exhausted, as he showered across the wall. Finally, the shower stopped and he soon reemerged, toweling himself. He began to get dressed again, talking to me as he did. I was still naked and spent, so I made conversation from that position. Once he was fully dressed, he moved to stand in a spot between my legs and he said, "Hey, jerk off for me." I was still horny, of course, so I readily complied. He was looking down on me and casually squeezing himself through his pants as I began to play with myself, to spread my legs and ass and even finger myself. Again, I felt naked and exposed and used, but I loved that feeling. I jerked myself off for him with my legs in the air, and I shot off all over my own fist and balls and ass and tummy. The ending to this was the best part. He simply smiled a little and fished for his wallet, extracted a twenty, and flicked it onto my cum-covered chest. He said, "Thanks, I needed that; that was really cool." He then collected his keys, opened the door, and walked out, leaving the door open and me exposed, though there turned out to be no one out there to see me. The room was $40, and he was nice enough to pay for half of it AND to totally fuck my brains out.