Gay Erotic Stories

It’s a good day in the neighborhood. Actually any day I suck 6 cocks is a good day. Before anyone asks, yes to the best of my recollection this is a true account of a day of sucking dicks.

I had ads on several gay web-site. The one that got the best results was Squirt. That was back when it only cost something like $15 a year and before the started improving the site. Back when you could actually hook-up with guys there.

I think much of my success back then was having a place to entertain men.

I knew it was going to be a good day when Paul one of my regulars called about stopping by around eight o’clock on his way to work because I was already booked for an eleven o’clock lunch feeding with an anonymous feeder off the net.

Paul was my kind of guy. The kind that made my mouth water. A working man. The kinda guy who drove a company truck, wore a company shirt with his name over the pocket and had calluses on his hands. Guys like that are generally ten or fifteen pounds overweight from good home cooking and cold beer, slightly bald and often smoked. I don’t know why but I’m queer for a working man. They can have my mouth anytime they want it. I can’t get on my knees quick enough.

In my bedroom I sat in my easy chair in nothing but my panties and watched Paul take off his shirt. Then he sat on the edge of my bed while he unlaced and took off his work boots. When he stood to remove his pants I went to my knees to help him. Because he’d been here before and I knew that he liked it, while I was down there I gave his balls a good licking before moving up to his dick. He sighed with pleasure when I went low enough to lick his taint.

His dick was so easy to suck that it was a pure pleasure. It was a little over four-inches long, fat and the head bigger than the shaft.

I was quickly on my knees between his legs with him in my mouth. With his hand resting on the back of my head I clamped my lips around his thick shaft and slowly started bobbing my mouth up and down his shaft. As he tensed up I bobbed faster and faster. It wasn’t long until he was grunting, “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” like a pig. With a loud, “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh,” he cummed so hard and so much that he must not have been getting any pussy at home.

It started off with four or five small squirts and then two huge mouths full.

Because he was on the way to work, once drained Paul wasted no time getting dressed and out the door.

About ten o’clock I was playing on the inter-net while I was waiting for my lunch time feeding. I wasn’t on line five minutes before some guy messaged me that he wanted to stop by around three-thirty on his way home from work. Minutes later, Mike, another regular called about a five-thirty visit.

Right on schedule at eleven o’clock there was a knock on the door. He was a first timer. From his dress, nice slacks, shirt and tie I guessed him to be a salesman of some kind.

When I had visitors I generally wore a t-shirt, gym shorts and panties. Not men’s briefs but girls lacy panties. Once in the bedroom I’d be undressed in seconds. Guys amused me. When they saw my panties most wanted me to leave them on. Often when they saw them they wanted me to move around and turn in circles so they could see them better. Guys who would never dream of touching another man sexually would stroke my panty clad butt and crotch. (FYI: they don’t consider letting me suck their cock as them touching another man)

He had a six-inch cut, average thickness cock with low hanging balls. I took his cock in my hand. Savoring his hardness, I slid my fingers slowly and gently around it. His dick felt so solid and yet soft to the touch at the same time. All I wanted to do was take it in my mouth, but instead I moved my mouth down to lick his balls. I don’t know if they were sensitive or not but apparently he didn’t want them sucked or licked because he pushed me away.

Taking the hint I slowly ran the flat of my tongue back and forth across his rigid cock shaft and up to the crown.

I flicked my tongue around the head, licked under the ridge of his bulbous head and up onto the pee-slit, tasting the pre-cum that had started to leak from his straining cock. I swirled my tongue around and around the head all the while thinking that it felt and tasted so good.

Then I slowly wrapped my lips around the head and slid down his length, filling my mouth once more with another man’s velvety hardness.

Hungrily, I started to bob my head up and down on his shaft, drawing him deeper and deeper into my mouth. Moaning, “Oh shit,” started to thrust into my mouth as I sucked him intently. His groans were driving me wild. Suddenly, he stopped and tensed up. I felt his cock swell and expand in my mouth, becoming even harder than I imagined possible.

I knew I was about to get a load of cum direct from the source and couldn't wait to taste his hot delicious cum. No matter how many dicks I suck each one was new and different.

All it took was one more swirl of my tongue beneath the head and his cum exploded into my mouth. His first squirt of cum hit the back of my throat with such force that I almost choked. He must not have cum for a month. His cock seemed to contract and then swell again as he shot a second shot of cum into my mouth. He made me laugh as he cummed. He blasted 5 or 6 more powerful squirts and each time he squirted he grunted. “Eeeek, eeeek, eeeek,”

It flowed so smoothly across my tongue and down my throat that I couldn’t get enough of it.

Balls drained, he couldn’t get dressed and get out quick enough. He yelled, “Thank you. I’ll call you again,” over his shoulder as he flew out the door. Many men once they’ve got their rocks off suddenly become embarrassed and flee like their life is in danger. .

At three-thirty I hit the jackpot again. He was another working man, a heating and air-condition tech. He was wearing a short sleeve white shirt with Dave over the left pocket and his company logo over the right.

As he stripped I couldn’t help admiring Dave’s body. He was short, about foot-foot six, a hundred and forty pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, smooth tan skin and judging by his six pack abs and rock hard ass, he worked out regularly.

I had to laugh when he took off his pants he was wearing the baggiest pair of briefs I’d ever seen.

When he got down to his briefs Dave started to jump in bed with them on. Then he changed his mind and started to take them off. Then he waffled back and forth a time or two before finally pulling them off.

As they came off I could tell by his silky blonde pubic hair that Dave was a true blonde. From his clump of blonde pubic hair jutted a hard uncut cock that stood out a least eight-inch. Below it dangled a pair of heavy balls.

Joining him on the bed, I scooted up between his legs. Dave was a hard worker so he’d perspired during the day. His crotch was musty but it wasn’t an unpleasant never take a bath odor but an honest hard day’s work sweat. I couldn’t resist I started licking his sweaty, musky balls, which were about the size of golf balls. He really liked that, but still got excited and pushed his now hard dick into my mouth and down into my throat.

I put his hands on the sides of my head, so he’d know it was Ok for him to fuck my face.

I put my hands on his hard ass and pulled him deeper into my throat. Taking the hint, as I bobbed my head up and down, he started hunching his bottom off the bed meeting my thrusts with his own. He quickly fired a load of bitter tasting cum into my mouth. Bitter because he smoked but not too bitter to swallow.

When he cummed instead of several powerful squirts but instead one long powerful blast.

I always love the expression on a guy’s face, especially a first timer like Dave, when he cums in my mouth. Then the way their eyes light up when I swallow.

I held him balls deep in my mouth until he was completely soft.

Dave was a polite guy. While he was dressing, he thank me and told me how much he enjoyed his blowjob. “You can be sure I’ll be back for more.”

Mike stopped by so often that we were real comfortable with each other. If he was thirsty he would help himself to a coke out of the fridge before strolling back to the bedroom and stripping. More often than not while we were chatting he’d stroll into the bathroom and take a piss. I like to watch him piss. Sometimes I’d even hold his cock for him. I like to watch the cute way his cock sways from side to side when he walks back into the bedroom. . Mike liked me for me to take my time and prolong his pleasure so we often chatted while I was sucking his dick. This time while I was sucking him my cell phone rang. The pre-paid untraceable one registered to a fictitious name and address. He grabbed it off the night stand and handed it to me. He got a kick out of me sucking his dick in-between talking to the caller. The caller was Roger, another of my regular that wanted to come by about eight that evening.

I brought Mike to the edge three times before I let him cum. I almost cummed myself when he was yelling, “Suck my dick you faggot mother fucker,” and then, "Oh shit, here it is. I'm cumming, Ooohhhh my fucking godd, I'm Cumming. I'm Cumming in your mouth. Ooohhhh, Ooohhhh, Ooohhhh yessssss.”

After I finished off Mike to his satisfaction, I licked him clean before I saw him out the door.

Five minutes later I was back on the net. I had a PM waiting from a second shift worker who got off at twelve-thirty and wanted to come by around one.

I kinda liked Roger the eight o’clock guy. He was a nice guy but when I was sucking his dick he got vocal. While I was sucked him, he would call me names like faggot, queer and cocksucker to name a few. He couldn’t seem to understand that I liked the verbal abuse so he was always embarrassed afterwards but while his dick was in my mouth I was a faggot mother fucker.

As vocal as he got, Roger was kinda shy. He would actually blush when he saw me in my panties. I had to undress him or he’d just stand there by the bed with his clothes on. His eye got big and he just watched when he felt my hands jerkily unzip his pants, pull out his cock and start fondling it, slowly jacking him off.

Roger let me lift his t-shirt up and off of him. I pulled his pants all the way down to his ankles. He lifted a leg so I could pull them off. I couldn't believe it as he let me take them off him one leg at a time, letting his loafers fall off as he did so, until he was completely naked in front of me.

The realization made Roger shiver for a moment and then it was like he was another person. Roger moved in front of me and offered me his hard seven-inch drooling cock. It was easy to suck so I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth wide and his thick turgid cock slid inside it. The ridges and veins of his throbbing cock caressed my lips as he slowly fucked my mouth.

Soon Roger was gripping the sides of my head and fucking my mouth hard, his balls bounced off my chin. “Suck it faggot. Cock pig,” he wailed. He only last 10 minutes but it was hot and soon he was shouting, "Oh, man, that feels so good. Yeah, suck my dick, faggot…suck my fucking dick. God how I love it." I was moaning, “Uuuuuuuuuum,” and meeting his face fucking by pushing back at his dick and using my tongue. Roger held my head and fucked me hard. "Oh God, faggot, I'm gonna....Oh, God..... I’m going to cum. Yes...yes….yes...YESSSSSSSSSS. You’re soooooo fucking gooooood." He cummed in my mouth and not down my throat. He cummed a lot.

Besides not smoking Roger must have been a vegetarian because he had the best tasting cum ever shot in my mouth. I held his dick in my mouth until it softened and then licked him clean.

Roger sat back and he caught his breath and then apologized profusely for his language. Humbled he dressed and left…until the next time his lust overcame his shyness.

At a couple of minutes after one there was a soft knock on the door. People seem to be reluctant to knock very loud after mid-night.

He was mid-twenties and a computer geek. He was the support tech at his company. Unless there was a system problem he had nothing to do all night but surf the inter-net. He was five-foot seven, medium build, brown hair and eyes and black horn rimmed glasses.

Like the other guys he wore a company shirt, a dark green polo shirt with Kevin stitched in white on the left breasts and khaki pants. But he wasn’t really a working man. No calluses and no sweat. Also instead of a manly clump of pubic hair, he manscaped.

Kevin was a geek and most likely a virgin. This would be the first time a guy ever sucked his dick and he was a little apprehensive. As a good cocksucker it was my duty to kinda talk him through it.

Without asking, I reached out and grabbed his belt and unbuckled it. Then I unzipped his pants and slipped them past his hips and let the fall in a heap on the floor. Kevin slipped his fingers under the waistband of his jockeys and gently started to slip them off. As he pulled them down his legs I slowly went to my knees.

Like all guys, once I closed my lips around his hard shaft talk was no longer necessary he was hooked. I wasn’t much out of his way so he started stopping in on his way home from work to as he called it, to give me a ‘protein injection.’

Pretty soon Kevin stiffened up and his dick got harder and bigger in my mouth. Suddenly his dick started to pulse and squirt hot cum into my mouth. I moved a couple of more times and then stopped when the head was resting on my tongue and held his pulsing dick as his cum cascaded across my tongue. His cum tasted a little bitter, but OK enough to swallow.

God I love cum I think because it's taboo. You're not even really supposed to ever see it. Its biological purpose is to go into a woman and create offspring and that's that. It's got a weird taste and it's messy and kind of gross. As a man, it's really forbidden to want anything to do with it. Thinking about doing something crazy like swallowing it is disgusting to many people but to me that's what makes it so hot. It should be used to make babies but instead I'm so perverted that I just want to suck it out of a cock and swallow it.

There's nothing hotter than feeling a man's silky smooth cock head in your mouth and sliding across your tongue. I love when it grows bigger and bigger and you can feel the heat on your tongue. The contrast of pre-cum to the real cum is really hot to me too. Pre-cum is like a nice appetizer. You squeeze it out as you go along, getting multiple tastes, but it's relatively thin and sweet. It's only a hint of the real thing, which makes you want the real thing even more. The anticipation of tasting his light and sweet pre-cum leading up to that heavy spurt in your mouth of thick, salty, strongly flavored cum is the hottest experience I can think of. Waiting for a cock to squirt cum in my mouth is the biggest rush I've ever felt. His cock starts spasming and you can smell that it's coming but you're not exactly sure when. When it does though, it's like all of his pleasure gets transferred into your mouth as soon as you taste that strange flavor and feel that warm sensation coat your mouth.

I think Kevin was a closet fag and wanted to fuck me in the ass but was afraid to ask. . I rarely offer it but when asked I usually give it up.

He was going on about bring some friends and having a Bukakke party on my face. I’ll believe it when I see it.

And that was only Monday. The rest of the week was almost as good. Saturdays and Sundays are generally for the family so Monday through Friday are my peak cock sucking times. Don’t get me wrong I still get a good bit of Saturday and Sunday action. On Saturdays it’s usually mornings when guy are suppose be out shopping for guy stuff or horny guys stopping by after a night of drinking.

I use to tell the guys to buy a tool or something during the week and hide it in the trunk of their car. That way they could get their dick sucked on Saturday morning and when they home it would look like they’d been shopping.

Sunday morning when the rest of the family was in church was a favorite time for some.

I always loved for guys to get a phone call from their wife and he talk to her while I sucked his dick.

My real favourites were the ones who got my phone number off a restroom wall. They were almost always first timers and scared shitless. But they were fun.

I lived in a mobile home park near the VA hospital far from normal neighborhoods. It was easy access off I-20 so guys could come to me with little fear of being seen by any they knew. Many men will recognize who I am by this location.

It was great as long as gas was cheap and they could afford the drive. When gas started going up my visits started going down. Eventually the husbands could no longer cover up the extra gas usage.

The end…