Gay Erotic Stories

What’s the difference between a straight man and a gay man? A six-pack! Thinking again of Joe reminded me of that old joke. Anyway, as far as straight guys go, Joe was typical. His fiancée, Kathy, and I worked together and she often hung out with me and my other half if she was not with Joe. One day at work Kathy asked if I could give her a ride home. Joe always picked her up, but he was stuck at their apartment waiting for an already tardy air conditioner repairperson to show. When we got to her place, she invited me in for a beer. We walked in as the repairperson was leaving. Cool air was blowing from the vents, but the third floor apartment was still noticeably hot. Heading for the fridge and our beer, Kathy called out for Joe and he responded from the balcony. Kathy told me to head out there and that she would join us with the beer momentarily. I walked towards the French door leading out and Joe came into view. His V-shaped back facing me, he stood against the railing in incredibly skimpy red nylon running shorts. His well-developed arms, back and legs were deeply tanned and worthy of lingering views, but it was his hard bubble butt in those shorts that really took my breath away. I had stopped in my tracks and was staring, but started moving again when he began to turn around. “Hey, guy!” he greeted me when I stepped out onto the balcony. Facing me, I had to concentrate on not looking down to stare at his package. Peripherally, I could see that the shorts draped to clearly outline some really big balls and a prominent looking dick. Kathy appeared carrying beers and we all settled into deck chairs to drink. Typically, I would have left after the first beer, but Joe sat across from me, his legs spread wide; I accepted beer after beer and stole more and more glances. Joe, waiting for the repairperson, had started early on the beer. I always believed him to be uncomfortable around me, knowing I was a fag. He had never been this friendly and chatty with me before. Kathy, however, was not as enamored as I by his intoxication. He was telling a work story when he slurred his words revealing his head start on the beer. Kathy stood up, asked me to excuse them a moment, and walked back into the apartment. Joe looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and followed her through the door. With the door closed and air conditioning running I could hear nothing of their conversation. I took advantage of the moment to smoke a cigarette without a Kathy lecture. I was about half way through it when the door opened and Joe stepped out holding two beers. Seeing the cigarette, he asked for one. I reminded him that he and Kathy no longer smoked and joked that she would kick his ass if she saw him. Putting the beers down and stepping close to me, he grabbed the cigarette from my hand and took a long drag. Kathy left, he said. Seeing the look on my face, he laughed and said that she did not leave forever, just for the evening. The two of them were supposed to join her parents for dinner and a movie, but she decided to go alone. She did not want him to be around her parents with such an obvious buzz on. When my cell phone rang, I answered it as Joe turned away and moved to the balcony rail. It was Kathy, calling from her cell phone in the car. She apologized for not thanking me for the ride and not saying goodbye. We spoke briefly and agreed to catch up the next day at work. Sliding my phone back into the suit jacket I had hung from a chair, I turned towards Joe. His back to me, he smoked the rest of my cigarette taking in the now setting sun. Lost in thought looking at his perfect ass again, he startled me when he said my name and I looked up. Looking at me over his shoulder, big smile on his face, he knew I had been checking him out. Embarrassed, I began to formulate my goodbye, but he turned and pointed at the beer he had brought out for me. As I grabbed it, he moved towards the door saying it was too hot outside. The setting sun was shining brightly through the living room windows. Joe was walking from window to window shutting the drapes. Turning from the last window, he stumbled over a pair of Kathy’s shoes and barely caught himself before hitting the floor face first. Laughing, he said that maybe Kathy was right; he might be a little buzzed. Motioning me to sit down, he walked from the room and disappeared around a corner into the kitchen. I reached for the remote control to turn on the television and was still trying to make out the buttons in the dimmed light when he returned. He sat down in the middle of the couch, right next to me, putting a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses in front of us on the coffee table. “Sorry, no lime,” he said as he removed the tequila bottle’s cap, tipped the bottle and sloshed the liquor into the glasses and on the table. Putting the bottle down, he raised his glass in my direction and held it there until I raised mine. Touching his glass to mine and making a clink first, we downed the shots. I shook my head no as he moved to fill the glasses again, but he ignored me and poured. We drank and he put his glass on the table. Looking at me, he reached out, grabbed my empty glass, and put it next to his. He then leaned back into the couch, his eyes closing as he put his head back against the leather cushion. Arms by his sides, legs spreading open as he reclined, his right leg came to rest against my left. He passed out, I thought, and I took in the view. His blond, thick hair was cut short. Today was the first time I had seen Joe with his hair out of place. It looked windblown and completely opposite from the almost coiffed look I was used to seeing when he arrived to pick up Kathy from work or the twice weekly office happy hours. Without the goop he used to keep it in place, highlights from the sun shimmered as his hair moved slightly in the breeze of the air conditioner vent above his head. In the increasingly dim light, his tanned face looked even darker. Angular, with high cheekbones and perfectly proportioned ski slope shaped nose, his face would have had a feminine quality if not for his sun streaked goatee. His slightly parted mouth revealed brilliantly white, perfectly straight teeth. He’s beautiful, I thought, as my gaze continued its downward trek. Broad shoulders, perfect chest and sculpted arms spoke of Joe’s gym addiction. Kathy said he worked out daily. It was the clearly defined six-pack stomach, however, that brought saliva to my mouth in a rush and I allowed my gaze to linger longingly. I wanted to touch that stomach, rub my hands over its sharp edges. Breaking away, I made my eyes jump next to his feet. Shit! Even his feet were perfect. Moving slowly up his heavily muscled calves and thighs, my eyes finally had a chance to check out the area of his body covered by his shorts. Slits on the side, almost to the waist, tantalizingly displayed part of the skimpy built-in support garment that I knew cupped his balls and caressed his dick. His balls and dick! My eyes rested on the pronounced bulge. Wondering if the bulge was a result of partial wood, I was debating whether to touch it when Joe coughed lightly. His eyes were open and met my gaze when I looked up. He smiled and asked if I was looking at his cock! Speechless, I looked away. Laughing, he sat up straight and said it was okay. He said he was always getting busted looking at breasts. In the silence that followed, he saw the remote control I was still holding in my hand. He reached out for it and I put it in his hand. I wanted to get up and leave, but my dick was hard and I knew it would show if I stood up now. I sat there as he pushed the buttons that turned on the T.V. and surround sound speakers. Porno poured forth, the T.V. screen filled with a close up of a huge pussy being eaten by a guy with really bad acne scars. The lap, lap, lap noise he made and a high pitch feminine groaning spilled from the speakers. Joe said it was a good thing Kathy had not found the porno tape he had forgotten to stash away. He let the tape run and we watched the ugly guy spread the ugly pussy wide with his hands and bury his face. The lapping and moaning sounds increased. This probably doesn’t do a thing for you, Joe said. Turning towards him, I said not really, and took in the fact that one of his hands had moved to his crotch. Our eyes met and then he looked down at his lap. My eyes followed and we both watched his hand squeeze his dick once, then twice, through the shorts. Still watching his own hand squeezing the obvious hard-on he said it did something for him. Oh yeah, he really had some wood going on down there. Pausing to move the hand from the outside to the inside of his shorts, the action resumed as he lightly began jacking himself beneath the light fabric. Forcing my gaze away from his jumping crotch, I looked at his face. He was smiling and staring at me. “Have you ever eaten pussy?” he asked. I replied yes. His eyes closed and his other hand rose and began rubbing first his left nipple, then his right. Tell me about it, he breathed softly, and I detailed for him my one experience. As I spoke, he coached his still growing cock into further prominence beneath the nylon fabric. My story finished, I quit speaking and focused on watching him. His dick was now clearly outlined as he worked it to form a pup tent in his shorts. The hand rubbing his chest lifted and dropped to my leg. Our eyes met and, softly, he asked if I would like to help. My hand answered by jumping to his crotch and gripping his dick. As I moved to release the monster, he grabbed my hand and said, “No, not here; in the bedroom.” Wherever, I screamed inside as we stood at the same time. The bulge in his shorts pointing the way, I followed him towards the bedroom. I followed him in. The drapes were still open and, though the sun had set, the city lights provided more light than there had been in the living room. We both stood, not moving, on opposite sides of the bed. I sensed he was questioning the moment. Reaching up, I removed my tie and then bent over to untie my shoes. Kicking them off, I bent again to remove my socks while he just stood there. When I stood again, the undiminished bulge still apparent in his shorts encouraged me to undo my belt and step out of my pants. Standing now only in my briefs and white button down shirt, he still had not moved and I hesitated again. Looking at him across the bed, a twitch in his shorts pushed me on. I gripped the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down far enough to kick them off. My engorged cock sprung out and I felt the pride that comes with being well hung. Reaching up, I unbuttoned my shirt and shucked it off. Naked with a hard-on, I sat on the bed and then turned, stretching my 6’ 4” frame lengthwise and looked over at Joe, still just standing there. He looked me fully over, his gaze lingering on my proudly standing dick. When his eyes moved again and met mine, I wiped my index finger across the head, a thin spider web of pre-cum stretched out as I raised the finger towards my mouth. Suddenly moving, he pulled his shorts down and moved on to the bed. Naked, we were only inches apart on our backs and fully displaying our cocks. Another moment passed and I looked over to find his eyes closed. Fuck it, I thought, and quickly moved so that my face was just inches from his throbbing member. My shoulders and chest rested on his thighs. He remained perfectly still, but heavy irregular breathing let me know that he was not asleep. I lowered my head. My nose grazed his cock, causing major twitching. My mouth settled on his balls. I wetly licked his nut sac in one long sweep of my tongue. He at once emitted a low, rumbling growl of pleasure and I licked more. Lifting his balls with one hand, I alternated licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, eliciting more moans. Moving my hand from his balls, I grabbed his dick and pulled it away from his stomach. Concrete hard and at least ten inches long and too thick to fit in my hand, I pulled it closer and began licking at its base. Working my way slowly up the shaft, my tongue flicked quickly around and across the fat head before I stuck it in my mouth. Bigger than any cock I had ever sucked, I slowly and deliberately worked it farther and farther in until it was firmly in my throat and my lips had reached his pubic bone. Sucking hard on his cock, I kept it completely hidden within my mouth and did not stop when he turned on the small bedside lamp. His dick throbbing hard in my mouth, I looked up at him. He had propped himself on his elbows, raising his upper body. With his head leaning back, his chin pointing diagonally towards the ceiling, he gazed down across the planes of his face to watch. Keeping eye contact, I slowly drew my lips tightly back up his thick shaft. His eyes closed halfway and his mouth opened into a wide “O”, emitting a deep groan. Sliding his elbows out, he lowered his back to the mattress and rested his head on a pillow. In a low, husky voice he spoke. He said that his cock had been swallowed whole before by only one other person. His hips now moving to fuck my mouth, he rubbed a hand across his chest and down to his stomach. His hand moving in circles on his stomach, he told me that his older brother used to suck his cock. After enjoying at least weekly blowjobs for two years, it ended when his brother graduated high school and joined the Marines. His hips moved faster to fuck my face as he talked. He said that even though he was straight, when he beat off, he often thought of the many times his brother sucked him off. He missed his brother’s head at his crotch, watching his mouth move up and down his cock. Sometimes his brother would stop sucking, just when Joe was ready to cum, and jack him the rest of the way off. Kneeling between his legs, Joe said his brother liked to watch him cum while he beat himself off. Pumping every drop out, he would aim the head of Joe’s dick so his cum would spray on his face and into his open mouth. It was good Joe said, but he preferred it when his brother would swallow his dick whole and take the load down his throat. His memory ended, he moved and gripped my arms. He started pulling me up his body and my mouth was forced from his dick. As our faces came close, he pushed me sideways and rolled on top of me. Our dicks were pressing hard against each other and he swiveled his hips as he lowered his mouth to mine. His tongue parted my lips and we kissed, loud and long with our mouths wide open. Pulling away, he looked at me and said he had never kissed a guy before. One of his hands snaked between our bodies and grabbed my dick. Now sliding down my body, he said this would be the first time he had sucked a dick. “Could have fooled me,” I muttered as he swiftly gobbled. Choking as he reached the base, he pulled back, sucking hard at the half still in his mouth. Pushing down again, he took it all without choking. His forehead was flat against my stomach as his wet mouth ministered to my entire length at least a full minute before backing off it again. It was my turn to moan as I watched his head bobbing up and down and listened to the sucking noises he made. In only minutes, he brought me to the brink and I roughly grabbed his head to pull his mouth from my dick. I wanted to prolong the adventure. Pushing, I rolled him again on to his back and lowered my mouth to his big cock. After a delirious period of intense sucking, I replaced my mouth with my hand and stroked his length while I moved down to chew on his balls. Squirming slightly beneath me, his pleasure evident, I moved down to nibble on the hard prominent ridge running from beneath his balls to his asshole. He spread his legs open wide and I slid my arms beneath the muscular thighs. Hoisting his legs up and forward, I touched my tongue to his asshole. His gasp for air and another loud groan goaded me on; I pressed my tongue hard trying to gain entry. Ummmm. I was liking this! Backing off, his ass and legs fell back on to the bed. Following my command, he flipped on to his stomach. One arm was raised and bent at the elbow. He cradled his head and faced sideways. His broad shoulders tapered sharply down to his narrow waist in a “V” shape. Each cheek of his ass stood high and round. His bubble butt was deeply dimpled on each side, emphasizing the tautness of his ass. Placing the palms of my hands on it, I squeezed and rubbed the cheeks as I lowered my face to the crack. Kissing my way towards the hole, I found it with my mouth and extended my tongue. Tight and reflexively fighting against intruders, his sphincter required fast, wet lapping before it relaxed enough to insert the tip of my of tongue. Still gripping his ass cheeks in my hands, I spread them more and my tongue slipped in further. Fuck, he said aloud, raising his hips as his ass grew hungrier for my tongue. I never would have thought I would be doing this, he said in a grunt while grinding his butt into my face. His hips in the air, I slipped a hand from an ass cheek and reached around to grab his cock. Stroking his dick and eating his asshole generated more movement and sound from him. Suddenly, he pulled his body forward towards the headboard separating tongue from ass and hand from cock. Rolling over, he was smiling and said he did not want to cum yet. After a moment, he stood from the bed, saying he needed to calm down some before beginning again. Leaning down, he kissed me roughly and grabbed my dick in his hand and stroked it a few times before stopping and abruptly padding naked out of the room. Moments later, he returned with a full shot glass of tequila in each hand. His dick stood stiffly out from his body, bouncing heavily as he walked towards me. I sat up on the side of the bed to drink my shot. Standing in front of me, his dick grazed my face as he threw his head back and poured the shot in his mouth. Leaning forward, I sucked it for a few minutes while he stood with his hands gripping my head propelling it up and down the shaft. Stepping back, his dick pulled from my mouth. “Scoot over,” he said and I obliged. Expecting him to stretch out next to me, I was surprised when he instead sat on my chest, his weight mainly on his knees and his dick on my face. My arms pinned, I stuck my tongue out and began licking him. He moved up farther, releasing my arms and settling his nuts on my mouth. I opened wide and sucked hard to draw most of his sac into my mouth. He rose, drawing his nuts from my mouth and moved even farther up my face. As he lowered himself, he reached behind him and grabbed his own ass cheeks, spreading them apart and planting his asshole on my mouth. Pressing down on it while I pushed it up, my tongue slid readily inside him. Letting go of one ass cheek, he started beating his dick and pushing his ass down to fuck my tongue. His strokes became faster and his balls slapped harder against my forehead. His moans turned me on and I reached down to beat my own cock. Near climax again, Joe rose up removing his ass from my face. No longer pounding his pud, his hands pressed hard to keep him hovering above me without us touching. His breathing slowed and his body stopped quivering. Still over me, he slid down, down my body and sat his ass on my thighs, our throbbing dicks next to each other. Gripping them both and squeezing them in one hand, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. Leaning back, his hand continued to rub our cocks against each other. “What’s it like?” he asked in that deep, soft, sexy voice. “What’s what like?” I responded, confused. “You know, fucking a guy,” he said while looking into my eyes. “It can be good,” I said, “but I have to be in the mood.” He tilted his head and posed a silent question. “Joe, I have never had more fun having sex than I have had tonight. If I was drunk or high enough, I’d let you fuck me, but that huge dick scares me,” I told him honestly. Reaching forward with his free hand to open the drawer of the nightstand beside me, he pulled a tube of KY Jelly out and sat back again. Holding it up, he said Kathy insisted they use it because of the size of his cock. Letting go of our dicks, he opened the tube and squirted a huge gob into his hand. Tossing the tube to the floor, he grabbed just my dick with the jellied hand. The feeling was exquisite and I closed my eyes believing his intent was to jack me off. His weight shifted, but I kept my eyes closed as he pulled at my engorged cock. Feeling sudden pressure against my cock head, I opened my eyes to find him positioning my dick to enter his asshole. He smiled at me. He said, “I wasn’t asking to fuck you; I want you to fuck me,” and with that, sat down to push my dick up his ass. He froze as soon as the head entered. His face in a grimace, I knew he no longer wanted my dick up there, but was afraid it would hurt coming out. Reaching out, I grabbed his cock and began stroking it back and forth, a distraction so that he could pull his asshole from around my dick head. His face softened, playing with his dick was helping and I prepared for the moment my dick would be removed. Instead, he sat down on it farther, about a third of it was now up his butt, but the grimace had not returned. His eyes scrunched tight, he started playing with his nipples, sitting on my dick, while I stroked his cock. Not quite stifling a whimper of pain, he let his weight fall and took my ten-inch cock to the hilt. Minutes passed as he sat on my cock without moving. I continued to tug at his dick and, slowly, he began to move his hips, gyrating lightly on my rod. As each second passed, he moved more, rising slowly up, and I watched as more of my dick became increasingly visible. Once again at the top of my shaft with only my head inside him, he reached down and brushed my hand away from his cock. Stroking himself, he began lowering himself again to where my dick was again all the way up. Each pass up and down my shaft became quicker until he was bouncing up and down on it at breakneck speed, groaning and stroking his dick. This was so hot! The feeling of his tight ass griping my dick while sliding up and down was overwhelming. The noises coming from him were louder by the second and I was completely turned on watching this beautiful, straight man, head thrown back, stroking his cock and fucking the hell out of me! “Joe,” I said, “I’m going to cum.” Obviously close too, his asshole became velvet vice grips tightening more and more. He slid up and down my dick just once more before I blew, my hips bucking up to fuck him harder while my hands on his hips pulled him down on me. I was still shooting inside of him, being milked, when he cried out loud and shot a load across my stomach and chest. Still riding me and stroking himself, he yelled out again and shot a second load that landed hot in a line from the base of my neck, up my chin, across my lips to end on my right cheek. He blew a third, then a fourth load, on my stomach and chest. Head to waist, I was covered with his cum. Still stroking his cock, but softly now, he coaxed more cum out and it oozed rope-like from the head. He opened his eyes at the same moment I flicked my tongue out of my mouth to lick the cum cooling on my lips. Our dicks softening, Joe raised up to release mine from his ass. With a loud “thwapp” sound, my dick flopped across my crotch and Joe sat back down. Leaning forward, he pressed his stomach and chest against mine and lowered his face to kiss me. The pool of cum was sandwiched between us and the air was rank with the smell of sex. Still, he continued to deep kiss me. Unlocking his lips from mine, he pulled his face back a bit and began licking the remaining thick white rope of cum from my face. Turning back to kiss me again, his tongue delivered a large creamy glob into my mouth. He returned again and again to collect his cum from my body, holding it on his tongue to share with me each time. I loved the affection and cuddling, but had to break the spell. Kathy had been gone for over four hours. I suggested I should get the hell out of there before her return. He agreed, but prolonged my departure by grabbing at me and holding me in bear hugs while I tired to dress. Safely at home and showering Joe’s remaining cum from my body, I relived it all and beat off in the shower. That was a once in a lifetime experience, I smiled to myself. At work the next day, Kathy was her usual self and any doubt I had about Joe keeping our tryst confidential evaporated. Off-handedly, Kathy remarked that Joe thought I was “cool.” She went on to say that Joe would be home all alone the coming weekend while she was out of town on business. She wondered if it were not too much to ask, would I “pop” in on him sometime while she was gone and keep him company? “No problem Kathy, no problem at all,” I said.