Gay Erotic Stories

After my first encounter, I was constantly thinking about things I wanted to try and what type of man turned me on more. My first was 25 years older than me, had salt and pepper hair, a nice build for his age, and a really nice cock. I found myself watching porn and jerking off a lot more than normal. Every time I saw a man penetrate a willing hole, wanted it to be me. When I saw a man fire his load, I could almost taste his warm man juice. I even started eating my own cum to feed the fantasy. The more I thought about it, the more I realized and the guy just needs to be somewhat attractive. I have seen thousands of guys in porn over the years and even caught glances of guys in locker rooms. I determined that age, race, hair color, height, orientation, and marital status didn't really matter. I want a nice cock attached to an experienced guy with an insatiable sex drive. I also liked the thought of getting fucked in whatever position the guy wanted me in. I wanted my next cock to play with, feel inside me, and make shoot all over/in me.

It had been three weeks since my first fuck. I was working a lot and didn't have much time to meet guys. I had posted a quick ad online, but the majority of the responses weren't very enticing. I had emailed back a few guys and eventually it came down to one. I was really looking forward to each email since he seemed to like telling me about things he'd done and what he liked. He was around my age and from his pictures, pretty average looks. He boasted about his cock being more than 7" and pretty thick (and the pictures made me start to salivate). We had planned to meet up after I got off work one day, but he cancelled on me. I was a little worried when he didn't respond for a few days after that. He finally told me he was free on a Thursday night and wanted to get a drink to see if there was any chemistry.

Since he lived about 20 miles from me, he picked a bar somewhere between us. I arrived promptly at 8 as we had agreed. He walked in at 8:30. He looked just like his pictures, which I will admit had me a little worried. I'd done online dating long ago and been disappointed several times. Anyway, he sat down and we started talking. I have to say, it wasn't the best conversation I'd had. He wasn't all that intelligent and missed some of my jokes. We made small talk though and had a few drinks. I found myself thinking about the picture of his cock and how much I wanted to see it in person. It didn't look like tonight would be the night though. At around 10, he mentioned that he had to be up early and should leave soon. We finished our drinks, closed our tabs, and walked outside.

I have noticed that men who are attracted to each other are much more open about their sexuality than members of opposite sexes. Guys have randomly messaged me online about how nice my cock looks or they'll send me pictures of theirs. I decided to take a more forward approach than I had been that night since I wasn't even sure I'd see him again. At this point, it had been three weeks since my world was rocked for the first time and since then I'd only been jerking off and eating my own cum. Before he said goodnight, I told him that his cock pictures got me very excited and I really would like to see it. I guess I caught him off guard and he took a second to respond. He quickly looked around and then motioned for me to follow. We walked toward his truck and he said we could go for a ride. He started the truck and drove a very short distance to the alley behind the adjacent building. No sooner than the truck was in park, he was unbuckling his belt. He slid his seat back and my hand reached for his groin. My eyes were locked on his bulge. I began rubbing my hand on his jeans and found the shaft. I could tell it wasn't rock hard yet, so I had some work to do. He unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans and underwear down to about mid-thigh. His half-hard cock popped out and bounced around a little. It was definitely the one from the pictures and the sight of it was much more exhilarating. I grabbed his shaft and started to stroke him. He just laid back and let me work. I could feel him getting harder and I was licking my lips. A minute or two later, I had to taste him. I lowered my head down, tongue already extending, to the head of his cock. I licked for a second and then wrapped my lips just below the head. I sucked my cheeks in and tasted his manhood. Still gripping the base of his shaft, I opened wide and lowered my mouth a few more inches. I was getting excited and so was he. He was only really hard for ten seconds or so and I tasted some precum. I was enjoying myself, but decided to slow down a little so I don't make him shoot too fast.

Five minutes later, I had his cock wet and hard. He had given me another tiny shot of precum which I enjoyed as an appetizer before the main course. I had established a slow rhythm of moving my mouth up and down, twisting slightly, and stroking his shaft with my hand almost to my lips. He was completely silent, but his cock told me that he was enjoying my work. I felt his hand on the back of my neck moving slowly through my short hair. As soon as his hand was spread over the dome of my skull, he pushed. He started off gentle, but worked with my rhythm until he was forcing me to take more of his cock in my mouth. I had started to resist some when he forced me low enough that I had to take my hand out of the way. That's when I felt his other hand on my head as well. At this point, his cock was breaking the mouth/throat barrier. Breathing was beginning to be more about timing and I felt a short gag reflex several times. It was difficult to tell how far I was swallowing his cock until I felt his head pushing my throat and expanding it. I had seen this in porn, but didn't think I could possibly do it. For just a second, I stopped thinking about what was happening and put my hand on my neck. I felt his cock move inside me. Never mind the breathing problems or that he was starting to get more aggressive, I loved the feel of his cock in my throat. Almost at the same time, I felt my nose hit his belly! I was deepthroating more than 7 inches of hard man meat! A few more pushes and the gagging had all but stopped. I was still having trouble breathing, but was making due. My eyes were starting to water and there was drool all over. At this point, in an effort to breath, I had opened my mouth wide. His cock was going straight for my throat and he wasn't slowing down. I was starting to think I would pass out and choke on him. What a way to go. His hips were now joining in motion and pushing up as my head came down. Before my inevitable demise, he pushed erratically. His cock made a large pulse in my throat and I felt him fire his first shot. I gagged, but it was an exciting feeling. As he let me pull up, I breathed in and could taste his cum. Then the second shot flowed into my mouth. I didn't like that I couldn't really swallow and some was oozing out. He made a few more pushes as he fired several more shots, his cock pulsating each time.

As his hands let my skull go, I raised up to see the resulting mess. I had swallowed what I could, but semen and saliva were mixed in a hot mess on his cock and by the base. I was able to take a few deep breathes before he told me that I needed to clean him up. Somewhat in a trance, I began licking up the mess and swallowing every drop. I started around the base and worked my way up his shaft. His cock was beginning to soften as I reached the head. In one motion, I tried to swallow his cock again. It was shorter now, so it was all pretty much in my mouth. I tightened my lips around his shaft and raised my head. I squeezed out a little extra cum that was hiding from me. As I sat back up, I wiped off my face with my hand, and then wiped it on my jeans. He tucked his cock away, zipped his jeans, and buckled his belt.

My eyes had stopped watering, but I could still taste his cum. My throat felt like it wasn't quite back to normal yet. As he put his seat forward again, he told me "that was great." I could take a hint, so I opened the door and hopped out. As I started walking toward my car, I heard his truck pull away. I remember thinking that I really liked what had happened, but that I would probably never talk to that guy again. It was new and exciting to have been officially face fucked and for some reason another guy's cum tastes better than my own. I liked that I deep throated his cock and probably wouldn't have done that on my own. I think the reason I really liked that experience was because it felt like he used me for his pleasure with no regard for mine and no promise of every seeing me again. I told myself that round two wouldn't be as hot as that.

Laying in bed that night, I felt very happy that I'd sucked my second cock, but still very turned on since I didn't cum myself. In no time, I had thrown the covers off, grabbed my cock, and was jerking wildly. I found myself licking my lips and moving my tongue around my mouth to see if I had missed any cum. I reveled in what little bit I could taste and then began to shoot. Usually when I cum, I slow down my jerking, but this time my hand sped up. I felt drops of cum hitting my stomach, chest, and legs. I came a good amount and thinking back on it, I probably needed a more aggressive orgasm to match the heated events of the night. I had sucked my second cock, swallowed my third load (that wasn't mine), and yet only been fucked by one cock (albeit twice and I loved the seeding both times). Within an hour of having a hard cock down my throat, I couldn't wait to find my next playmate.