Gay Erotic Stories

I struck up an online conversation with a young man in his early thirties. He claimed he liked older guys. He claimed he liked to suck and swallow, and rim. But he also seemed hesitant. Turns out he was relatively inexperienced. And his wife was home. He couldn't get away. He wanted it bad, so he suggested I come over after she fell asleep upstairs. We could hookup in the laundry room at the back of the first floor. Seemed risky to me, but he assured me it could work. She is a very sound sleeper and he would be doing a late load of laundry.

So I said let's give it a try. I took a quick shower and washed my cock real well and my asshole even better.

I drove over to his little town, outside Harrisburg. It's past midnight, and drizzling. I parked in the alley behind his house and walk across the back yard. Sure enough, there is a light in a window and a clothes dryer whirring. He stood quietly and then opened the back door very carefully when I arrived.

I nodded and whispered hello. He was nervous. I smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. I told him we didn't have to do this. It was okay. I can go. He shook his head. He stood very still for a moment, listening. No noised upstairs. It's good, he said.

I backed up against the dryer. You want to rim my ass? I asked. He nodded slowly. In the dark small room, I could see his eyes burning with lust. And he licked his lips. This was nice. He was actually salivating at the thought of it.

First, I said, let me see your cock. He dropped his sweat pants. I reached down and stroked his balls. He had an average sized cock.

I cum real fast, he warned. Okay, I said, and let go.

I took off my jacket and laid it on the washer. Then I undid my belt and dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles. Not all the way off. If trouble erupted in the house, I wanted to be able to make a quick getaway.

I leaned back and hoisted myself onto the dryer. Leaning way back, I raised my legs, with my pants against my feet, up over my head.

You really want to lick my ass? I whispered. He groaned quietly. Yeah, he said.

He was tall, but when he knelt on some towels on the floor, his face was right in my ass.

And then he started. Oh my stars, it was good.

He licked my ass with broad strokes of his tongue. This went on for five minutes before he started probing with fingers and his tongue. I reached through my legs and held his face against my crotch. That's when his tongue went deep, over and over, fucking me with his soft wet tongue.

My balls, I whispered, lick my balls. He obliged. And obliged. After minutes of this, he whispered, I love cock. Before he could ask, I whispered, yes, suck my cock.

Then he moved back and forth, up and down the line. Ass, balls, cock, balls, ass. He moaned softly over and over.

At one point I whispered, you said you were inexperienced, that's hard to believe, you are so good at this, damn, man, you are fantastic, please, more, fuck my ass with your tongue!

He mmmmmed and stuck his tongue up my ass and pushed it in and out with renewed force.

Damn, I whispered, damn find tongue, damn fine rimjob, thank you.

He took at least another five minutes licking my asshole clean and moaning lightly every time he gave my whole crotch a wide-tongued lick.

Please, he whispered, now, your cock, I love cock, I want your cum.

Okay, I whispered, and lowered my legs. I got off the dryer and stood straight. He sucked in my cock like it was the world's greatest lollypop. Deepthroating with increasing penetrations.

Then, I grabbed his head. It was excrutiating, cumming without screaming. My ass and balls and cock had been worshiped and licked so that my crotch was dripping with warm spit. And I felt fantastic. Deep thrusts. Holding his head. Feeling him suck and swallow as if it was the last food on earth.

My whole body stiffened and shook violently, but I managed not to scream out. I hadn't had sex in a few days, and I had been surfing porn all evening, so I had a good load. It poured out, over and over. The orgasm lasted for a long time. Absolute heaven. As I stopped cumming, and my cock became sensitive, I slumped over his head, holding it close, ignoring the involuntary jerks brought on by his continued sucking and licking.

I couldn't believe I could still stand, my legs were so wobbly. He licked my cock clean and licked my balls again. Then he stood.

Damn, I whispered, damn you are good.

Thanks, he whispered, you are, too.

Okay, I whispered, thanks, I'll be quiet as I can.

I pulled up my pants, put on my coat, and slipped out the back door.

It was a dreamy drive home in the dark drizzling night. Every part of my wet crotch felt wonderful.

Damn, I said, I've got to put that young man on speed dial.