Gay Erotic Stories

It had every promise to be a beautiful but a little hot Sunday and just standing outside my building with a happy contented penis hanging down my leg, I felt good. The previous night I had had a totally pleasing time at the party at Mr. F’s luxurious motor home that I knew cost more than I would earn in the next fifteen years. I had been privileged to be the partner with Mr. G in another glorious sex coupling after I had topped our host, Mr. F. How I had slept like I was innocent was the result of Mr. G’ bringing me to complete and perfect satisfaction and the thought came to me that too much of that perfection would soon spoil me for the mundane sex I was used to most of the time.

Being Sunday, I felt I should at least wear my white briefs as I walked to the dining room for breakfast. I soon saw that I was in the minority as most of the men had simply undressed for the occasion and many limp and swinging cocks were on parade since most had been used pretty badly the night before. How could I have slept thru the sex parties that must have been going on with gay abandon in all parts of this glorious den of free expression of desires?

The breakfasts offered were what you would expect in the most elegant five star hotels and all I had to do was sign the bill since our meals were included. In those five star hotels, however, the waiters would have been dressed in fine uniforms but at the spa our waiters were all stark naked except, as for the rest of us, in sandals and white socks. A few of the spa boys came into the dining room and were immediately put to service by some of the newcomers in the day member groups. Just try eating Eggs Benedict and sipping on Champaign while four feet away from your breakfast plate an eighteen year old boy is being fucked in his ass by a middle aged day member whose middle aged member is only slightly larger than the sausage you are about to fork into.

From the international branch of the spa society, a plane load had arrived just before midnight from Mexico City and there was a hum of mixed Spanish and English conversations from the four tables next to the area I was in eating. I heard one Mexican, dressed in a white cotton robe, with a Platinum dog tag say as he watched one of the day members having his cock licked by a spa boy, “I want that boy sent to my suite to start my day.” The man to whom he spoke got up and went to the boy and gave him the instructions and the spa boy, seeing the Platinum dog tag, told the day member he had to leave but another spa boy would take care of him. I recognized the spaboy as one of the actors in “Rescue from Poontang Island,” and after a moment I remembered his name, Tony Boney, but that was his porn name, I thought.

I looked the contingent from Mexico City over casually and I knew some of those hot blooded Latino boys would have a good time with the “Gringo” members and spa boys as most of them had the classic dark look that some guys get excited over. I only counted seven of the more than twenty Mexicans as being Platinum members or guests so the others would add to the number of hot bodies available for who needed a hot body. I could, or thought I could, smell the scent that macho men give off as they gird for a day of being pleasured by submissive men who will be content to serve for the reward of being wanted and used by men used to being superior in sexual liaisons. While I sniffed the air, I saw one Latino who fit all of my standards.

When my elaborate and delicious breakfast was over, I went to one of the public showers and was amazed at the number of blow jobs being given and even along one wall there were five couples in anal coupling. Two of the five being fucked were day members being used by other day members. I had been told that there were three black spa boys and I watched as one was sucking a day member’s seven inch cock. From experience, the black spa boy was not seeing anyone watching as he did his job and I do believe he was thinking he was in a private room somewhere. As I watched, the member had a climax and he ordered his cocksucker to eat it all. From what I could see, this cocksucker took the command and the cum very well.

I dried off with my towel and move out to a sauna. Three of the late arriving Mexicans were sitting on the top bench being sucked on by two day members and one spa boy. I sat at the far end of the bench and watched as another of the Mexicans came in and he put his hands under one of the day members to raise the cocksucker up and when the asshole he wanted was in the right spot, the young man from Mexico City speared his target and the chosen one was sucking a Mexican cock while a rather large Mexican prick was pumping away at his fuck hole. The day member being fucked was a handsome man in his late twenties and he seemed content to provide what services he could.

Since I have had Mexican tricks in Las Vegas, I knew what they were saying when they were talking about, culo caliente and chupardero de pinga but the three being sucked on spoke pretty good English and they seemed to be enjoying their visit.

While I sat there stroking my own cock, Peter, my ex-school mate came in and one of the Mexican signaled for him to come and take over the cocksucking task but Peter, seeing me, told the guy from south of the border that he had been called to service me and he would get to the Mexican later. To show his story was right, Peter began a good job of sucking my hard cock and then suggested we go to a private room.

“Thanks to you, Freddy,” Peter began, “I made as much yesterday as I have ever made here one day before. Your friends put five hundred dollars in my account and that made just over thirteen hundred I got in tips. I really want you to mount me and fuck me dog fashion real hard and deep,” and to prove he was serious, Peter dropped to the floor and assumed the dog position. I, not wanting to hurt my friend’s feelings, did mount him and the feeling I got from his anal cavity made me so hot I probably fucked the porn star harder than I should have but he took it very well and even shot a load without touching his own cock.

When Peter did not move after I withdrew from his anus, I asked him, “Are you OK Peter. Did I fuck you too hard?”

Peter stood up and replied, “Hell no, Freddy. I was just thinking how I used to think you were something slimy when my friends would tell me how they had fucked your ass. Now, I can only think that any guy you fuck should be proud and happy to have such a hot cock shoot off inside of his butt.” Peter reached for the condom I had stripped off my softening prick and said, “If it’s okay with you, Fred, I would like to eat that while it is hot.” I was too amazed to say anything and I watched as Peter held the condom up and let it drain into his mouth. “I sure as hell hope you forgive me the dirty names I called you behind your back in school,” Peter concluded his remarks.

After the sex, we sat and talked about school and school mates and I would tell him how this friend of his or that friend of his had used me after school at my request and he told me, the best of his recollection, what they told him later. We also talked about the picture we had made and Peter told me that his part of the financing, thanks to Mr. G, had been paid off so he was now just building a bank account for the future. The picture was to premiere in two months and the critics so far had all given it thumbs up so he stood to make a good return on his investment.

Going to one of the in-house phones in the private room we were in, Peter, after reporting in after his break, found that he was to go to the suite of one of the big shots from Mexico City and take care of a few of the boys while they had a tequila party. I told my friend that I would like to go with him and maybe suck off a couple pingas myself. Peter laughed and said my Platinum status said I could do just about anything I wanted to do so we went to the house south of the middle house

The members from Mexico City had ordered the most elaborate suite of rooms in the spa and it was at the moment being occupied by twelve or thirteen members of varying classes and five spa boys. Peter and I were in that five. Since I was the only Platinum member wanting to suck cock in the room, I had my choice of the hot Latinos to begin on and I knelt before the slender and handsome youth of maybe twenty one or twenty two who I had admired in the dining room and started my act of fellatio on his semi-hard seven inch enchilada. The man had been talking to another naked man and he stopped to give me his full attention. I had picked a man who was used to being orally serviced by hungry Norteamericanco cocksuckers and he began to give me orders in the vulgar street speak of Los Angeles. “Yo, you fuckin’ cocksucker, take that pinga all the way! Make me feel your fuckin’ mouth sucking out my hot cum!” My young Mexico City top was saying as he gave me his cock deep throat and began to piston fuck my mouth with my ears firmly in his grasp. I knew I had chosen a live wire to suck off.

As I was busily following the commands of my man, I noticed a white cotton robe move up beside us and I heard, “Ah, mi hijo, you have a prima classe cocksucker. I could not have picked a better one for you, Juanito.”

“Si, Papaito. For a gringo he is very good. May I offer his mouth to you for your pleasure also?” I heard my man say to the man who seemed to be the big man of the whole group from the Mexican capital.

“No, gracia, Juanito.” The man in the white robe replied. “My seed has been spent for the moment and I am observing only now.” I glanced up and I saw a distinguished face looking down at me and smiling. “Give my son a good service, muchacho,” I heard the older man say as he moved on to watch the couple next to us who were in the first strokes of fucking and both partners in the act were moaning in pleasure at the feeling coming up from their cocks and/or anus. I tried a little harder to be the best cocksucker in the room.

By the time the men from Mexico had been satisfied and were getting ready to take a much needed siesta and the boys who had been doing the real work were being dismissed, I had sucked three cocks off and had been fucked by one other man. Peter had been fucked twice and sucked off four of the members. I later told my friend that I believed in quality and not quantity and he had to laugh.

We had to pass the swimming pool on the way back to the main building. In one of the several pairs of guys being sucked off and the guys doing the sucking, we found Ramon, the other spaboy who had been in the party the night before. I told both Peter and Ramon to come to my room for a nap but they both said they had to continue serving the clients. “Then come to my room and service me,” I told them and they were happy to take a legitimate break.

In the room, we three lay down on the bed and Peter began to suck my hard cock and Ramon, with a great show of pleasure, started to suck off Peter. “Freddy, I know what Ramon likes best. He wants me to fuck his hot ass,” and the young Mexican spa boy quickly nodded his head to indicate “Yes.”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied. “Let’s see you two fuck like rabbits.”

“With anyone else,” Peter told me, “I would insist on a condom but with Ramon I know he is clean and he knows I am clean as we get regular checkups and neither of us will have unprotected sex with other guys but we do bareback in our own bed at night to relieve our tensions. If you have not guessed already, we are lovers.”

“Oh, we will fuck all right,” Ramon spoke up, “but we will be where our heads will be on the edge of the mattress and you, Freddy, keep moving that hard cock of yours from mouth to mouth until one of us gets lucky and a mouthful of your hot white creamy cum.”

So that is what went on for the next twenty five or thirty minutes until Peter, bareback fucked a big load up Ramon’s willing ass and I pumped a good load into Ramon’s throat.

“Oh, Man!” Peter exclaimed when his dripping limp prick slipped casually out of Ramon’s well fucked ass, “I sure needed that. Ramon was busy all night with two members from Seattle and I really missed our good night fuck.”

“Yeah, Lover,” Ramon answered, “I tried to make believe that it was you fucking me or I was sucking, but neither of those guys came anywhere near matching you and Big Peter.” Ramon turned to me to continue, “I call him Little Peter but I call his fab cock, Big Peter.” Both of my friends laughed. “But I put another three hundred in the bank so last night was worth it,” Ramon concluded.

As I was telling my friends how glad I was that they had found each other and were working towards a glorious future, my telephone chimed. As I went to pick it up, Peter handed me a slip of paper with the couples home address and telephone number and asked me to call them after I got home. I picked up the telephone as the two spa boys left my room, holding hands.