Gay Erotic Stories

It was one of those mornings. I woke up hard as steel, ass naked, and hungover. The night before I had a fight with my boyfriend. We had been dating a month and the sex was amazing! He had a way of sliding his dick in me and stroking me to bliss. I would hold on to his muscular ass hoping to hold on to my sanity because he would fuck my plump ass silly.

Last night he came over looking so fine. His deep voice resonated in my ears and immediately my boxers were sliding off. I sunk down to my knees and took him in my mouth and sucked him like I was trying to work the black off of his dick. That 6'4 caramel brother made me melt. Balls on my chin and dick down my throat, he instructed me to play with my "pussy"... get it ready for daddy's dick he said. Sean knew that this body was his, and I hated how quickly I had fallen for him...how quickly I craved this man... how much I fantasized about his dick in me. At 23 years old, this 40 year old man had put a spell on me.

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and the intoxicating scent of his pubic hairs danced in my nostrils making me suck him back in. With a laugh, he pulled back out and teased my lips with the mushroom tip. I thought to myself, damn, when did I turn into a dick sucking bottom? Usually I'm the top, the one in control wanting to dominate...but we both knew who was in charge here.

I watched his firm round ass bounce up and down as he walked off to the bathroom. Many days I had burried my face between those slightly hairy cheeks (something I had never done before). Then a beep came from his pants pocket. I ignored the beep, but then a second and third. I reached into his pocket to silence the alarm on his phone when I read the notification stating he had 3 missed messages. A fourth message came through as I held the phone in my hand and the message stunned me. It read: "my pussy is still dripping your cum, luv Stasha."

"What the hell is this?" I asked holding up the phone? "What the fuck are you doing with my phone?!" He shouted. I told him I demanded to know who is Stasha. His frown turned into a sinister smile and he lauged and said, "you know Stasha, you tasted her pussy juice on my dick."

I was so hurt that tried to smash his phone. He rushed to me and grabbed me and we started to tussle. Despite the struggle and my anger, his dick on my ass felt so good. Noticing my hardon he let me go and started laughing again. "You still want this thick dick don't you?" he asked, slapping his hardening dick in his hand. I said no, but he knew yes. He grabbed me and I tried to pull away, but he pulled me closer. I could smell his calogne and the tenderness of his touch. He got me to the sofa, bent me over, and fucked me until I fully submitted. With my back and ass was covered with his cum and nutt dripping down my crack, I stood up and told him to leave and never come back. My ass was wide open and missing him, but my heart was closed.

That night I got drunk and fucked my neighbor...but that's another story.