Gay Erotic Stories

He kissed him softly on the neck, and from there slowly slid his tongue down his shoulders, down the small of his back, down to his— Wait. Let me start at the beginning. Tim was a handsome guy. His face lit up a room, and when he smiled . . . He had short, brown hair and soft blue eyes. He was a fantastic swimmer with a gorgeous body. His chest was chiseled and powerful, his arms were sleek and strong, and his legs were long and mighty. The pool was his home. He had been a lifeguard during the summer season and swam as much as he could whenever he could. He was a talented, intelligent, Herculean man. The red trunks he wore came with the laugh and wit of an amazing human being. And an amazing fucker. Derek walked through the locker-room with a towel skirting his waist. His body was tired and he looked forward to the cool stream of relief in the showers. Rarely would someone take all their clothes off for a locker-room shower, but Derek slipped off his suit and tossed it onto a bench. It was so late, he had no idea how late it actually was. But the pool never seemed to close, or Derek never seemed to notice. The water streamed onto his face. He heard some footsteps and stuck his head under the spray. He put a hand to the wall and leaned into it. His masculine body slowly eased. Derek and Tim had been acquaintances, and chatted several times. But neither spoke when Tim turned on the shower beside him. Derek was busy relaxing and Tim began soaping himself up. “Hey,” said Tim. “Hey.” Derek turned the water off. “Later.” He walked beside the lockers to a secluded bench. He sat down, his ass touching the cold wood. He fiddled with a locker, and pulled out his bag. Tim walked up beside him. Tim had a locker two lockers over, and he opened it. He still had his trunks on, but he took them off now and tucked them away. He slipped on some briefs. There was a noise across the way as a heater came on. Derek looked up. Tim looked over to Derek. Their eyes met. Passion had not yet overtaken them, but it was present. Tim winked a friendly wink. Derek told him he swam his laps fast. Tim thanked him and said he had been working on improving, always improving. “That’s great.” “You’re not too bad yourself. And you’re pretty toned. Do you work out?” That’s how it started. That’s how it always starts. “Yeah. You got great arms.” “Thanks, man. Feel my bicep.” He felt it. They looked at each other. Tim put his hand on Derek’s thigh. “Great.” “Thanks.” Derek slid closer. They looked at each other. Tim put a hand on Derek’s shoulder and stood up. Derek stood up. Derek put his hands on Tim’s ass, and then slid them into his underwear. Tim pulled his briefs down. Tim’s massive horse-cock sprung up and met Derek’s giant pecker. They exchanged glances. Tim turned around and sat down, straddling the hard bench. Derek put his hand on Tim’s side and sat down behind him. Derek kissed his neck. Tim pulled his legs up and lay down. He kissed him softly on the neck, and from there slowly slid his tongue down his shoulder, down the small of his back, down to his ass. Derek licked and kissed and licked his smooth, supple white skin. Tim flipped himself over. His dick shot up. Derek passionately looked into Tim’s eyes and he looked back with a certain hunger. He moved his hands to Tim’s heaving chest. His pecs, and his nipples, were firm. His rough hand went to Derek’s head. He licked his lips and dug in . . . Tim’s purple head tasted so good. His juicy slit seeped pre-cum. His egg-shaped balls slapped against his strong thighs. Derek took his huge dick down. Deep. Its pulsating pushed its circumference against his throat. He loved it. Derek moved up and down, his tongue gliding, Tim’s erection growing. Up. Down. Up. Down. Derek’s mouth worshipped Tim’s cock. Tim grabbed Derek’s ass. He swung him around so Derek’s throbbing cock could find some relief, too. Derek never took his lips away from his meat, and Tim swallowed him. His warm mouth felt so good. They found a rhythm, cocks pounding the other’s mouth, fucking their faces. Derek cupped Tim’s balls, then slid his fingers, slowly, to his hole. He finger-fucked him, his butt contracting around Derek’s fingers. Derek’s dick-head pounded his throat. His meat was swelled with delight. And the way Tim worked it . . . He was an expert. Tim’s balls began to contract, so they each let up, savoring. Tim sneaked out from under Derek. Derek now lay, belly-down, with his tight arse thirsting. Tim put his dick to Derek’s hole and held it there, taunting and tantalizing. He circled it, still wet with Derek’s spit. He squeezed it in. Derek’s ass enveloped it. It filled him. He started moving in a wave of cock. It lurched up Derek, pounding, pulsating. In and out. His meat was packed. Tim reached around and grabbed Derek’s wanker. He moved his hand in time with his hips. Derek bit his lip. Tim’s cock filled and burst out into Derek’s waiting arse. Again and again he came, further and further in. Its warmth filled Derek and Tim pulled out. His hot jizz oozed out, dribbling into his open mouth. Derek turned over. Tim kissed him on the lips, deeply, passionately. His cum from Derek’s ass swirled between them. He slid his tongue out of Derek’s mouth, down his smooth chest, down his abs, lining his hair-trail, to his inner-thigh. Tim licked and kissed. He touched Derek’s sac with his tongue and flicked it around. Starting from the base, Tim licked his cock, very slowly, up the length of his shaft. When he got to the head, he circled it with his firm tongue. Then he took it. In one gulp Derek’s cock was down Tim’s throat. He bobbed his head up and down and Derek thrust his hips. Again and again. It drove Derek wild. His sweaty dick was in Tim’s mouth. And then he came, shooting loads in Tim. Derek put his hand on Tim’s head and massaged his hair. Tim looked at Derek. And then Derek winked at him.