Gay Erotic Stories

Just three miles from the college where I teach and right across the street from my apartment building is a river with a park. It's the usual small city park: a boat ramp, picnic tables and swings and slides for the children. It's a quiet, peaceful park, not known as a lover's lane or for its cruising. So when a car pulled into the parking area behind me and left its lights shining on me for quite a few minutes, I didn't even bother turning around, not even when the lights finally went off and I heard the car door open and close.

It was starting to get cool, typical fall weather for this part of the country, so I had decided that it was about time for me to return to the warmth of my apartment, when an arm encircled my waist and pulled me back tightly against a formidable body. I looked down and saw that the arm that had me clamped so tightly was black, actually more of a bronze or copper color. As the large white palm slid up my chest and clutched my right pec, I managed to turn around and found myself looking directly at a huge, well-developed chest. When I tipped my head back, I was looking into the smiling face of a black Adonis. He had to be at least 6'4" a full twelve inches taller than myself.

"You must be getting cold with just that light jacket on," the smiling face said to me.

"I am. In fact, I was just thinking about going home."

"Since mine is the only car in the parking area, I assume you live near by?"

"Right across the street."

The black god slid his hands down and squeezed my ass cheeks; once again pulling me tight against his body. I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach.

"I hope you're planning to invite me to join you."

I looked into the smiling face. The man looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.

"I'm not a masher or a thief, if that's what you're worried about, the smiling face said. "My name is Cliff," and he slid his large hands down to grope my crotch.

"I'm Bryce."

"Yes, I know."

"How do you know me?"

"How isn't important. I just want to get to know you better--a lot better."

"Then let's go across the street to my apartment."

"I thought you'd never ask."

After we got into my apartment, and I had locked the door, cliff slipped my jacket off and started unbuttoning my shirt. As I reached up to start undressing him, Cliff stopped me. "Later, first I want to undress you and explore your body. I want to kiss it and make love to it."

That said, Cliff proceeded to slip my clothes off piece-by-piece, kissing and licking my body as he went.

After he slipped off my socks, the last bit of clothing still on my body, he picked me up and asked, "Where's the bedroom?" I pointed down the hall.

When we got to the bedroom, Cliff put me down on the end of the bed and then turned on the light on my nightstand and turned on the radio to a music station. Cliff slowly walked back and stood in front of me and slowly began to undress, moving in time to the music. His strip dance was slow and sensual. Cliff slipped off his light weight jacket and threw it at my feet, then he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, but instead of opening it, he kept it as tightly closed as he could. When he got down to the last few buttons, he turned around and after pulling out his shirt tail, he unbuttoned them and seductively slid his shirt down revealing his broad, bronze skinned back. As he slowly turned around, he bent over in a deep bow and removed his cap, revealing a smoothly shaved head.

He rubbed his hands over his pecs and then moved down to his crotch. He rubbed and played with himself before he loosened his belt and slowly unzipped his pants. He kicked off his loafers before pushing his pants down and kicking them off. Cliff was now standing in front of me with only a pair of bright red boxers covering his body. His boxers were the type that came down to his knees, and I could see his huge man-meat straining the fabric, trying to break free. With a smile on his face and his hips gyrating in a slow circular motion, he slowly unsnapped them and slid them down. They got hung up on his huge cock until he freed them and let them slid down to the floor, exposing a thirteen inch ebony cock. He started again to gyrate his hips, humping them forward, making his horse cock bob up and down.

I couldn't take it any longer. I slid off the end of the bed and crawled toward him on my knees with my mouth open, trying to catch his huge tool between my lips. Suddenly he stopped and grabbed his cock and rubbed it all over my face until it was wet with his precum. Then he bent down and taking my head in his two big hands, he licked my face clean and then slipped his tongue in my mouth to share his salty-sweet precum with me.

When Cliff straightened up, I grabbed his cock and shoved as much as I could into my mouth. I gagged and Cliff stepped back. Pulling me to my feet, he put his arms around me and softly said, "Baby, Baby, slow down. Don't try to get it all in your mouth. You'll hurt yourself. We'got to take it slow and easy so we can enjoy."

"But you're so sexy, and I'm so hot! I want you. All of you, either down my throat or up my ass--which ever you want. I'm yours!"

"I'm yours, too! But we've got to take it slow and easy. I don't want to hurt you."

I put my hand on his face. "Cliff, I know you would never intentionally hurt me, but for you, I'd endure any amount of pain."

"I want you, Baby! I want my cock up your sweet, little ass, but first, I want to taste you," Cliff said as he laid me on the bed and swallowed my eight inches. Cliff's tongue flicked rapidly back and forth across my piss slot and then cleaned the rest of the precum that had coated my cock head before sliding down the sensitive underside of my man-meat. He didn't stop there though. He opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue to bathe my nuts with his saliva while his throat muscles did their job on my cock.

Cliff already had me so hot that, try as I might, I couldn't hold back, and I unloaded my cum down his throat. He obviously wasn't satisfied with my load because he kept sucking until I came two more times.

I was completely exhausted and felt like a limp rag when he finally let my flaccid cock slip from his mouth. He realized that he was in complete control because he quickly pushed my legs up and shoved his wet tongue into my love hole, lubricating it with his saliva. I was so exhausted; I didn't realize what he was doing until I felt his enormous cockhead enter me. I was so relaxed that the next thing I felt was his cock hair pressed tightly against my cheeks.

I couldn't believe that he had penetrated me so deeply with out my experiencing any pain. He pulled almost all of the way out and then slide back in my waiting love hole, rubbing my prostrate until I started to harden again.

Cliff's pumping was smooth and rhythmic but forceful, "Oh yeah, Bryce Baby, this is what I've wanted for a long time, and Baby, you are worth the wait."

By this time, I had regained enough strength to lift my hips to meet his downward thrusts, allowing Cliff to enter me even more deeply.

"Oh, damn. I can't hold back! Here it comes, Bryce! Here it comes, Baby!"

"Give it to me, stud! Give it to me! Fill me up with your sweet man juices, Cliff. Fill me up!"

Suddenly Cliff let out a whop and slammed into me filling my asshole with his love juice. Tired as I was, I surprised myself by shooting blast after blast of cum all over both our chests and stomachs.

Cliff slowly lowered his body on top of me, gluing us together with my cum, as he covered my face with tender kisses. Then he slid down and sucked his cum out of my asshole. Finally, he stopped and smiling said, "Let's get a shower, Baby!"

All the time that we were showering, I kept thinking about the wonderful night that lay ahead. But after we had dried off, Cliff started to get dressed. "What are you doing?" I said. "Aren't you going to spend the night?"

"I wish I could, Baby. But I've got to be at work at 12 and it's 11:15 now. I didn't say anything about work earlier because I never dreamed that you would be so good."

"Why don't you call in sick?"

"I can't. There are too many people counting on me. My work clothes are in my car. I'll go get them so I can change." With that said, Cliff went out the door.

"Yeah sure! You bastard! Find'em, feel'em, fuck'em and forget'em!" I shouted to myself. Then I looked down. Cliff's loafers were on the floor where he had left them before his strip.

I opened the door just as Cliff was reaching for the door knob. "Damn, it's cold out there!"

"Of course it is! You're bare footed and it's probably down around forty degrees."

Cliff hung the clothes bag he was carrying on the back of my bedroom door and sat down on my bed to put on a pair of black socks. When Cliff unzipped the clothes bag, my eyes almost popped out of my head as my jaw hit the floor. The clothes bag held a police uniform!

"You asked me how I knew you. I've seen you several times walking across campus looking very dignified and scholastic with your cute little ass in your tight pants. It wasn't hard to find out who you were; plenty of the guys had noticed you, too. You even waved to me several times, but I was just a black face in a police uniform driving a squad car," Cliff said as he pulled up his pants and buttoned them.

"I guess I'd better start looking more closely at the police cars as they patrol the campus," I said.

Like a shot, Cliff was standing in front of me, holding my upper arms in a vice-like grip. "I'm a very easy going, mild-mannered, gentle person, but when I am given cause to become jealous, I can be one mean, black, son-of-a-bitch! You don't look at other police cars! You belong to me!"

Just as quickly, Cliff turned away from me and hung his head down. "I'm sorry, Bryce. I had no right to say that. You don't belong to me." When Cliff turned back to face me, I could see moisture welling up in his eyes. "It’s just that after what has happened between the two of us, I was hoping that it might develop into something lasting. I was wrong to tell you what you could and couldn't do. I'm sorry."

I went quickly to Cliff and took his face in my hands. "You don't need to apologize. I'd like to see our relationship turn into something permanent, too!"

"I get off at eight o'clock. Can I come back to see you? I have the rest of the weekend off."

"I'd like that very much."

Cliff picked up his clothes and headed for the door. When he got there, he turned back, smiled and said, "I'll see you a little after eight," and he closed the door behind him.

I stood looking at the door for a moment and then crawled in my bed. I went to sleep dreaming about Cliff lying beside me, holding me in his arms as he slept after a night's work.

Constructive criticism is welcomed. cdmeco1177@yahoo.com