Gay Erotic Stories

I’m a mid-forties retired marine colonel – newly retired, not even a year – whose last “relationship” was twenty years before during a posting to the American embassy in Paris. I’d met Jim short of two months before, we’d had wild sex that day and every day since, and somewhere in there I’d moved into his vast beach house, about twenty minutes’ farther drive from my office, but oh so much more accessible to the man I’d become aDICKted to. I’d even struck up an amazing friendship with his nineteen year old son, Perry, who was like a younger, somewhat less large yet still built version of Jim. And now I guess my envelope was being pushed farther with a proposal.

To say I was surprised would be tantamount to saying the Enola Gay was a bomber – so much more, so much more spectacular, so much more unexpected, so much more unprecedented.

I was speechless. I was often speechless, but this was worse. I had twenty-five things swirling around in my head. My mental image of my thoughts was like one of those animated diagrams of an atom, but there was a buzz around it like a beehive of electrons and protons, and in my head they were all colliding. I wondered if this was what ADD people felt like without the meds.

FOCUS, CATE!

I looked at Jim, aware that it was my turn to speak and incapable of doing so. As I’d come to expect, he gazed at me with a combination of hunger, love and understanding that humbled me. It didn’t hurt that his body – as I said, we were naked after an energetic fuck – was stellar and more so given the glistening sweat and sticky cum on the dark fur on his tanned abs.

I needed to answer him. I needed words, dammit!

Finally, a reflex overtook me, and I leaned across, embraced him and kissed him. It was a soft, soulful kiss, unlike our usual hungry wanton face-sucking, and Jim matched me tongue-to-tongue, embracing me tighter and moaning in his deep baritone, as was I.

I forgot the question, forgot the loss for words, forgot everything but our bodies together as mine re-heated. My lips, tongue and teeth became bolder, hungrier, and again Jim matched me, now both of us growling together. I roughly grabbed the back of his head and forced us together too-tightly but it only enflamed us more, as always. I inhaled our sweat and sex, and my body went into overdrive. Again, as always.

I reached down with my other hand and grabbed Jim’s big cock roughly. As I knew I’d find it hard, it was like a lead pipe. I began stroking him, and his moans became louder and more plaintiff, his body heating up even more as I could tell when his lips and tongue scorched mine.

I stroked him faster, harder, and he reached for me, still embracing me tightly with his other arm. Ahhhhh . . . his touch was magic, but I could win this one. Kissing Jim and stroking him was almost sure to get him off in record time – I’d done it before. I loved kissing him, and I loved the feel of any part of his body. But I particularly loved a few parts more, like his rock hard throbbing uncut cock in my hand, responding to our prolonged face-sucking with ample precum. I’d done this before a couple of times. I knew what I was doing. I loved the control.

He struggled a few times to get us into a different position, but I held his head tight against my lips, massaging his short-haired scalp and neck when he wasn’t struggling, clamping my big-pawed grip when necessary. He knew as well as I did that I could get him off with my hand on his cock and my lips on his faster than any other way. It was the way he was wired, and I had the schematic to all the plans of his body, not just this one. Yes I loved the control of my lover’s pleasure(s).

Once, the second time I did this with him, I edged him for so long that both our lips were swollen and chapped far too noticeably afterward, and he confessed afterward that it was the hardest, most intense climax he’d ever had in his life. He’d had more spectacularly explosive ones – all with me he told me; he was good at keeping his top’s ego in tact! – but that was bordering on excruciating as it finally ripped him up inside to get outside, as he put it.

He knew I was serious this time, too, and he knew I’d make him cum long before he did me. So finally he let go of my cock and instead grabbed my big nuts, which he loved to play with and knew I loved him playing with them, and held me tighter with his other arm and kissed me even more hungrily and brutally.

It was about then that I felt his big meatpole in my hand get even harder – I always wondered at our male physiology, how a lead-pipe-hard cock could get even harder, but his like mine and so many others did when he was closer – and his big head got enormous as my hand raked his foreskin over it, and I knew we were moments away. I did what always caused him to scream when I made him cum this way. I took my other hand and grabbed the base of his long thick cock and pulled back his foreskin all the way and went back to stroking his precum-slick head with my hand directly. And I was rewarded with the shaking of his body that wracked him with spasms, the loud almost blood-curdling guttural deep scream and felt his cock pumping and his load splatting all over the front of me as I pumped out his nuts.

During his climax, he never let go of my sac, almost ripping my nuts off me and clenching so hard anyone but a marine colonel would have cried out for mercy. Instead, as he pumped his seed all over me – he was a nice hard blaster like me – I output about a pint of precum all over his arm. I swiped it off his arm and slathered it on my fuckpole. Then I swiped his cum off my own abs and legs and slathered it too on my cock. Last, with one easy move – didn’t know I was that graceful – I was on my knees in front of him and had pushed his head down onto my gooey cock until his nose was in my pubes. “Aaarrrrrrgggghhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” came out of him, and his grip on my nuts remained determined to show me what he wanted.

“Fuck YES! SERVICE that COCK!” I ordered. And he did.

Another understatement would be to say that my Jim was an accomplished cocksucker. He had learned to handle my well-oversized cock both in his formerly too-tight butt and also in his very talented but under-stretched mouth. And he worked it like a champ. The combination of his two handed grip, one clamped on and working my big nuts and the other on the base of my shaft stroking as he sucked up and down sent me into orbit.

“Oh, FUCK!” I exclaimed as I steadied my balance on the bed holding his head as he bobbed up and down the long length of me. The feel of my head penetrating his throat and his mouth and hands on me was like being in an electrical storm where every lightning bolt started in my nuts and threatened to blast out my cock at any moment but instead just went through me to my toes, fingertips and scalp. Until finally I felt it building in my big bull nuts.

Jim knew what it felt like when I got close, too, and he managed a “FUCK YEAH STUD GIVE IT TO ME!” around my big monster gagging him. And about that time I did, clamping my hands on his head HARD and shoving him down into my pubes again as I felt my nuts blast for the second time into this amazing stud who was mine.

“MMMMmmmmmmm uumphhhhhhhgggggggghhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” he gulped and choked and gagged as I pumped out into him.

When I finally let him off my cock and he was gulping and gasping for breath and wiping spit and cum off his face with the back of his hand, he started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” I panted.

He had that devilishly irresistible grin that made his beautiful light brown eyes dance. “Well, I was wondering if that was a yes,” he said.

SHIT, I’d forgotten the question. But I was still too buzzed from an amazing orgasm to get all anxious. “I honestly don’t know what to say to that Jim,” I said with surprising candor.

This time it was he who took his sweaty hands and took my face in his hands and brought our lips together. Just as they brushed he said, “Say you love me, Bill. Say you’ll marry me.” And then he kissed me like I’d kissed him before. But this time we just kissed – long and soft and deep.

My head was spinning. I had no idea if two men could even get married. But I knew I loved this man, I knew he had given me a life in a few short weeks that I’d never imagined. I knew I’d do anything for him, with him or because of him. “Yes,” I mumbled against his lips.

Our kiss broke, and our two sweaty, stinking bodies came together fully there on our knees on my rarely-used bed. OK, we actually used it often as a getaway where we didn’t have to think about Perry in another part of the house. Not that we were fooling him at all, but still.

Then I wondered, apparently out loud because I heard my words against Jim’s neck. “How?”

Jim didn’t miss a beat. “Leave that to me.”

I held him tight and realized I didn’t have any clue what it would be like to be “married” – much less to a man. “I really do love you, Jimmy,” I whispered, almost shyly. “But it’s so new. Are you sure, really sure?”

“I know it’s new, Bill, and I really do love you and our life,” he said into my neck. “I am certain – absolutely – that the past fifty-five days have defined my life – wait, OUR lives. And by the way: promise me you’ll call me ‘Jimmy’ forever – I love it.”

I hadn’t even realized it . . . but I liked it, too. I liked all of it. And in the important sections of my brain I felt the same way about my life being redefined in the past – now I knew how many – fifty-five days. “Speaking of calling, what I want more than anything is to call Perry and see if he’s ok with it,” I told Jim. I don’t know why, with all the other issues, questions, emotions about this leap off a high ledge it was Perry I most wanted to make sure was OK with his dad “marrying” again and marrying me in particular, but it was.

“Are you kidding me? He’s crazy about you, Bill. He’s going to be thrilled,” Jim said confidently. But then he added, “But why don’t we tell him in person when we get home instead of calling?”

That sounded right to me. It also sounded like I wanted to get there and talk to him quick to make sure he really was going to be all right with it. My mind started racing again, offering up the possible negative reactions he’d have, how utterly devastating that would be to me . . .

“What?” Jim said, looking at me seriously.

I must have shown it in my face. “Uh, nothing,” I mumbled.

“Bill, talk to me.”

“Really, Jimmy, it’s nothing,” I said, careful to use ‘Jimmy’ and hopefully distract him.

“Nice try, handsome, but as hot as it makes me inside to hear you call me ‘Jimmy’, I still want to know what’s wrong.”

OK, here goes. “This is all new for me, Jim. I—“

“What did you say,” he interrupted. My mind raced for a minute but came up with it. I laughed and so did he. “There, you’re smiling again. Funny how ‘Jimmy’ did not distract me but it did you. Bill, I want to always have you be happy, to make you happy. You know that, right?”

I got a lump in my throat. As always I was humbled by this man’s love. “Jimmy . . . my Jimmy,” I said, looking deep into the eyes I hoped would be the very last sight I had when many many years from now I left this life.

His smile was at once full of love and also full of sunshine and life. “That’s me,” he mugged.

Yes, it was. “Perry is so awesome to share you with me, Jim,” I blurted out. “I don’t want to do anything to upset him or make him feel like he has less of you.”

“Are you freaking kidding me, Bill? He is ecstatic that you’re with us. He talks to everyone about you. He is more attached to you at this point than he is to me. “

“Well, I,” I stammered.

“Well, nothing,” Jim said, shaking me a little. “Get a clue, my soon-to-be husband, because if you’re not prepared to share a twenty-year-old son, you’d better bail now. He’ll be calling you ‘dad’ before long, and I’ll be the hired help!”

I laughed at that . . . nervously. My stomach was full of butterflies. And every one of those butterflies said that Jim had just outted me on the essence of something I’d never verbalized. I really did want to share Perry, and I couldn’t think of a higher honor, none of my medals, commendations and citations would compare to having him think of me as a second dad.

[The psychology majors or practitioners among you have already nailed this one. Pre-teen loses his dad. Pre-teen gets stepfather who’s nothing short of wonderful and he idolizes. Stepfather dies, too. Now decades later we can regain that by reversing our roles, with me as the idolized stepfather. (Sorta.)]

“Perry will never think of me the way he thinks of you,” I said, slowly. When Jim started to say something I put up my hand. “And I am thrilled that he likes me as much as he does, and I really like him, too, not just because him liking me makes it easy and good for you. But let’s just see how this goes – he may go sideways – this might be a game changer, a little too close.”

Jim just smiled. “Bill, let’s get showered up and go home so you can see how deep a hole you’re jumping into, NEW DAD!”

* * * * * * * * * *

We did that – showered – but we got a little side-tracked or front-tracked or back-tracked as it were when Jim got me hard AGAIN soaping up my cock and balls and then backed up to me for another round. To my credit and to his, we both got off a third time that evening. Two middle aged studs we were. LOOK MA NO VIAGRA! OK wait, not Ma – ewwww.

Perry bounded into the great room overlooking the beach with his usual exuberance as we made our way in, and we went into the kitchen as he got there. “Hi, guys, have fun?” he asked, snarkily, knowing exactly what we’d been doing as he always did.

But there was something almost practiced about it tonight, something not as reflexive as he usually was. I was processing that as Jim said, “Yeah, yeah, son. Someday we’ll give you the details, and then you’ll be sorry!” Perry started to protest – I’m not certain which part – and then Jim said, “We want to talk with you about something.”

I was having a feeling of déjà vu, the way Jim said “talking WITH” not “talking to”. It was the way my stepdad talked to his own two sons and to me. It was more loving and equal, and it had always made me feel better than when parents said it the other way. And as that flashed through my head, I was processing Perry almost yelling saying, “Did you say yes?” to me.

My “What the –“ was cut off.

“Perry!” Jim shouted.

“Ooops,” Perry said, and he started to back away.

“OK, loose lips, stay where you are!” Jim ordered. “Sorry, Bill, but as you can now tell I’d already told Perry that I wanted to marry you. And I already knew his feelings on the subject. I should have told you earlier.”

“OK, guy-on-guy therapy later, OK you two?” Perry jumped in. “Did you accept, Colonel?” he asked me again, insistently.

Jim looked at me pleadingly, but honestly I was grateful he had talked it over with Perry before he asked me. Anything they needed to work out, though, apparently had been agreed. “Perry, I wouldn’t say yes until we talked to you. I wanted to make sure you’re OK with it. I GUESS, I was a little behind on the plays, though!” I gave Jim a glare without much behind it just on principle, and then I turned back to Perry. “I will say ‘yes’, though, if it’s really OK with you,” I told him.

Perry’s usually bright ebullient mien went cosmic, and he literally jumped at me and hugged me tight. “Are you kidding me, Colonel? FUCK YEAH, I’m OK with it!” he shouted and hugged me again.

“PERRY!” his father shouted. For a man who could be absolutely filthy with words when sex was involved, he staunchly refused to tolerate them from Perry – or from me for that matter, which was a new trick to an old dawg!

“Dad, lighten up, man,” Perry said, still hugging me. Before Jim could object Perry continued. “It’s not every day I get another totally awesome dad!” That shut both of us up, and I hugged him back tightly, and Jim joined in, too.

When we finally broke the hug, I was starting to think again, my mind, as always, running a bit fast with scenarios. I was thrilled with Perry’s reaction. I was frighteningly thrilled to hear him refer to me as a ‘dad’. That was equally disconcerting as it was thrilling, and my mind threw any number of negative but vague, indiscernible visions into my head.

Fortunately reality broke that one before it got me too worked up to enjoy the moment. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Perry said dramatically. We broke the three-way hug, and Jim and I looked at him. “Well, I was thinking this would be a great time for a nice big family dinner to celebrate,” he said, grinning.

“Let me guess,” I said, beating Jim to it. “You’re hungry again.” I knew he’d eaten before I picked him up for tennis after work. I, on the other hand, had eaten an energy bar. Jim had said he’d had a leftover sandwich at the office from a luncheon before he came to the club.

“Yeah, I didn’t get much dinner tonight. And I’m sure my two dads worked up a huge appetite after you left me,” he said, with that endearingly snarky tone he used with us on this subject.

“Son!“ Jim started.

But I jumped in. “Jimmy, when the man’s right, he’s right!” I said quickly. Perry beamed. And so did Jim. This ‘Jimmy’ thing really works, I thought. “Now we just have to find a nice restaurant that’s serving this late.”

If only all things in our future lives were going to be that easy.