Gay Erotic Stories

Patrick was a bartender at a club not far from my work. I had seen him around the neighborhood in the past. He was amazing looking. One evening, after work I stopped in his bar, and was pleased to see him behind the counter. There were only two other men inside, off to the back, talking softly. He motioned me over, and I ordered. He was quick to start conversation, and we hit it off right away. After I hung around and we both had exchanged a fairly large amount of shots, he told me he had to close up. He asked me to stick around, so that we could continue our talk after he was finished. Once outside, I offered that I didn’t live far. I wasn’t looking to have sex with him, but thought he might at least want to fool around.

We headed back to my place up the street. It was about three in the morning, and we were both buzzed from the drinks. Knowing full well there was chemistry, we wasted no time fooling around on my couch when we arrived. We talked and joked around between kissing and rubbing one another. After a little while, I told him I was tired, and that despite his amazing looks, I didn’t know if I was up for having sex. He told me he understood, because he had been at the bar working all day and night and was equally exhausted. I thought we could fool around some more while in bed if he was willing to crash at my apartment, so I offered him the option of sleeping at my apartment for the night. His car was back at the bar, and he was too sleepy to go back for it, so he agreed.

We headed into the bedroom. We were almost both totally undressed when he pushed me backward onto the bed. He was so gorgeous and tender, that I was busting at the seams to kiss him again. Massaging my chest, he slowly ran his hands downward until he reached the waistband of my boxer briefs. He slipped a thumb between the tight elastic material wrapping my waist, and my soft flesh beneath. With a gentle but firm tug, he slid my underwear down about my thighs. My massive erection gently slid against his stomach as it sprang from beneath the fabric of my underwear.

The swollen head of my cock smeared a small amount of clear precum near Patrick’s belly button. I gasped, as the sensations from my now hypersensitive penis ran down my legs and into my toes. Patrick lifted my head from off of the pillow, and ran his tongue along my cheek, and into my mouth. My heart was beating hard against the inside of my chest, and I could feel my skin tighten around my nipples.

Patrick massaged my mouth with his tongue. His kisses were sticky and warm, and I could taste the liquor we were drinking. His cologne was sweet, and the feel of his stubble against my own was wonderful. I wanted to tell him not to stop, but his lips pressed tightly against mine, and he began to massage the head of my cock with his left hand. He folded his fingers over the head of my dick, and slowly twisted and kneaded gently at the flesh. He was almost directly on top of me, and the feeling of him bearing down combined with the way his forearm rubbed my stomach as he jerked me off, was incredible.

I arched my back, and squirmed against his weight. Recognizing his effect on me, Patrick began to run his hand more fully around my cock. He gripped it firmly, and with a closed fist he began to tug more rhythmically. I could feel myself heating up. I slapped my open palms down against his shoulder blades with a "smack", and rocked back and forth.

My back was grinding against the mattress in short pumps dictated by Patrick’s warm first running up and down my swollen penis. He bit down on the top of my right ear, and breathed deeply against the side of my neck. I was panting loudly, and he whispered softly and directly into my ear, "Come on, come on...”

I wrapped my legs around the back of his calves, and braced myself - bearing down against his rapidly increasing strokes. My toe caught the elastic of his sock, and he reached back with his free hand, and removed it completely. He laughed, and whispered against the side of my neck as he pressed himself harder against my body, "You feel so soft and smooth." His own cock was trapped beneath the tightly stretched cotton of his briefs, moistened with precum and grinding into my thigh.

The mattress creaked as the box-spring rocked back and forth underneath it. The friction between my thigh and Patrick's cock began to build. Pressed between his tight underwear, and my body, I could feel his dick swelling. He started to breathe in short rapid gasps, tugging harder on my dick, and groaning in warm gasps against my ear. I cupped the back of his neck, and started to cry out, "Please don't stop, that feels so good." I could feel my orgasm starting to swell, and the combination of my near explosion and Patrick's own grunts and moans in my ear were almost too much.

He pressed his mouth against mine, and smothered my groaning. I broke our kiss abruptly and threw my head back against the mattress. I rolled my eyes back, and tightened the grip I had around Patrick’s back. I could feel the swell of sensations and I let out a wavering groan. Warm streams of hot cum shot around Patrick’s hand, and ran across my stomach. The experience made my whole body stiff. I began to let out ragged and short crying sounds, timed against the squirts of cum from my tender and swollen cockhead.

Patrick's fist continued to milk me, and I dropped my arms from around his back, and clawed at the sheets. Once my orgasm subsided, Patrick placed his hands on my shoulders, and thrust his hips against my thigh. He moaned, and I ran my hands down his back. His ass pumped up and down rapidly as he dry-humped me. I cupped his ass and squeezed it tightly. The briefs he was wearing were tight, and the muscles in his ass flexed under the thin black fabric.

I pulled him tighter against me with each thrust of his hips, kneading his ass. The cotton of the briefs tickled and massaged his cockhead as he rubbed upon me, and within moments, he was grunting and moaning again. He held his mouth open, and his eyes squinted as his dick became fully engorged. He cried out, "Oh god, you are going to make me...Oh god, I'm gonna..."

He started to spasm, as the spurts of juice were just about to erupt from his cock. The feeling was too intense for him, and he struggled to lift himself off of me in a push-up motion. He yanked his briefs down violently with one hand, and I grabbed a hold of his cock as it jumped free of his underwear. I massaged it tightly. My hand slid easily moistened with his precum. I was stroking just beneath the base of the mushroom head, and down to his balls. With solid pumps - I urged the long hot white streams of cum out of his warm and pulsating dick.

He cried out in ecstasy as the orgasm swelled, and his cum splashed down onto my legs and stomach. I started to whisper, "Yeah that's it, man” Patrick began to tremor, and as the last of the orgasm passed, he spit out a disjointed, "Oh.. oh fuck!" and pressed himself down firmly atop me panting.

We lay limp for a few moments; his cock throbbed against mine, warm and sticky between our bellies. He brushed the hair from over my forehead, and continued to pant. We were both so exhausted from our jerk off session and the long day behind us, that without saying anymore to one another, we both passed out.