Gay Erotic Stories

Reading a number of pieces of erotic ‘fiction’ has set me in mind to tell the story of my first night with a man who would come to play a big role in the development of who I am today. This happened in the early 1980’s when I was twenty. At the time I was married but knew that it could not last as I was fast accepting the fact that I was gay.

During the years of my marriage I had stepped out with a number of men, always careful not to bring them into my other life. I was on a date one night with one of these guys when I met Charlie. We were at a local gay bar when Charlie came up to us, obviously drunk, threw his arms around both me and my date and asked “Which of you two hunks is going to dance with me?” He proceeded to throw me over his shoulder and carry me out to the dance floor. I was totally embarrassed but still stayed and had the one dance. My date and I left the bar shortly thereafter.

A couple weeks later I was at the bar following a night class. To my surprise Charlie was the bartender. As it was a slow night, we spent the next couple of hours getting to know each other. We talked about everything. He worked during the days as an electrician for his father’s general contracting firm. He was the first person in the gay community I was honest with about being married. He said he was too. In fact, the night we first met was the night his son was born. He said his was a marriage of convenience. He had gotten this girl pregnant and did the honourable thing by marrying her. He did not pretend to be in love with her, but was there for his child.

His revelations made me want to be more like him. I felt more empowered within my own life. I knew there would soon be a time when I would have the strength to leave my wife and make my own true life.

Over the next couple of months we continued to meet at the bar after my class. We would talk until last call, and then each go to our respective wives. I was becoming enthralled by him. He was so sure in what he wanted and so damned good looking.

One Saturday evening, while my wife was out of town with her parents, I went out to the bar hoping to see Charlie. As luck would have it, there he was, only this time he was on my side of the bar.

We again spent the evening together, talking, but also playing pool and dancing. As I said, Charlie was quite the good-looking man. He was an electrician and had a solid build from long hours working in commercial construction. He was six feet tall, 200 pounds of muscle, with a large chest and a narrow waist.

That night he wore a muscle shirt and tight running shorts. I could see his pecs were covered in a dense coat of light brown fur. I did not know how far down the fur extended but his muscular legs were similarly coated. His round butt looked firm and I was hoping for confirmation of that later. This was an early spring night, and not that warm outside that Charlie’s attire was wholly warranted, but I appreciated the opportunity to see more of him than I had previously. His shorts were black satin and very tight - almost second skin. I asked how he ever managed to get into them. He just laughed and said, “Don’t worry. It’ll be easy for you to take them off later.” I almost fell over. I had been hoping against all odds to be able to take this man home, and here my wishes were coming true. It wasn’t long before we were on our way out the doors.

Once we got to my house it took some time for us to get to the bedroom. We barely made it in the front door when Charlie planted the firmest warmest kiss I had ever experienced. His tongue was tasting me in places no one ever had before. He held me tight in an embrace that can only be described as a bear hug. His arms firmly encircling my body, his hands moving over my back and butt. For the second time since meeting this man, I was swept away. This time though, there was no embarrassment at all, only intense pleasure.

As his embrace eased off we began to practically tear each other’s clothes off. As I pulled his muscle shirt over his head I savoured the smell of his manly pits and sucked at his solid dollar-sized nipples atop those coated pecs. My shirt came off almost as fast as his had. I would later discover that not a single button had remained intact. By the time he had wrestled the tie from my neck he had simply pulled the shirt apart and off my shoulders.

By pulling the shirt down from my body he had trapped my arms at my sides and now had free reign with my chest.

Now I was not built as well as Charlie by any stretch of the imagination. I am only 5’8” tall and at the time weighed only 125 pounds. What I had was solid enough though to get attention while cycling around town or sunbathing in the park. I knew that I had a great ass and well built legs from all the cycling, and my upper body was slim with not an ounce of fat. I also have a good 8 thick inches that keeps most happy.

As Charlie had me at his mercy, he proceeded to find areas on my upper body to kiss and lick and bite to send me into absolute ecstasy. I had no idea some of those places could make me feel the way they did. He was driving me crazy! My moans and gasps were quite loud and we realized almost at the same time that the front door was still open. Luckily it was not warm enough outside for the neighbours to have had their windows open and hear me.

After closing the door we made it no further than the living room. Charlie was very orally motivated, licking and kissing my entire body on the way down to my jeans. He deftly undid the top button and slid the zipper down with one hand all the while holding my hands firmly behind my back with the other. With his one free hand he pulled my levis off my hips and down my thighs. My hard cock slapping back against my flat stomach. Within seconds he had the head of my dick between his lips and was working his mouth down to the base.

I could not believe the sensations his lips and tongue were giving me. He finally let go of my hands only to grasp my hips and hold me steady as he continued his oral onslaught. My moans could have raised the dead. I had to pull him off me to keep from blowing my load too soon. I wanted to taste him before that ever happened.

I made him lean back on the sofa so I could finish undressing him. He still wore those black shorts but they now seemed even tighter than before due to the sizable lump at his crotch. One nut was forcing its way out the right leg, the outline of his shaft straining the fabric making it clearly defined. It appeared to be a little larger than mine, not quite nine inches, but thicker. Through its fabric casing I could see it pulse, leaking precum and making a wet spot appear.

I bent forward and licked at the exposed nut, pulling it into my mouth. Using my tongue I searched for the other nut up the leg of those skintight shorts. Finding it was no easy chore but I succeeded in freeing it as well. I then reached for the waistband of the shorts and began pulling them down off his hips, exposing his cock for me to marvel at. He was right--they came easily. I took a couple laps at the head of his cock and savoured the salty-sweet taste of his precum.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth and slowly pushed my head as far down into his lap as I could go. I didn’t have a lot of experience sucking cock, but I had been told I was quite good at it. I honestly hoped that Charlie would think so too. I kept bobbing up and down slowly on his cock, rolling my tongue around its length. With each downward stroke taking more and more into my throat until I had my nose pressed into his pubes, my throat muscles contracting on the head. Charlie was moaning softly, telling me he was enjoying my efforts to please.

After a few moments I withdrew his cock from my lthroat and sat back on my heels. It was at this time that I got my first good look at the rest of this man, now fully naked in my living room. He was truly a magnificent sight.

His long hours of hard work had built his body beautifully--full chest, tapering to a narrow waist. His stomach had the gentle roundness of a weight lifter - no fat, just solid muscle. The hair covering his upper body seemed to be sculpted to roll over his pecs, stopping abruptly about two inches below his nipples, becoming a straight thin line running down the centre of his stomach to his waist and then spreading back over his groin in a thick natural bush. His ass was also covered in a fine light brown fur starting at the cleft of his ass and spreading over both cheeks and down his legs.

I pulled Charlie up from the sofa and we embraced again for several minutes, kissing deeply and slowly making our way towards the bedroom. We had to break off the kiss though as I was afraid we would trip on the stairs. I told Charlie where to find the bedroom and the bathroom, and then turned to lock the front door. When I returned, Charlie had only gone up a couple of steps and was standing there waiting with his back to me. What a sight! That gorgeous ass and broad shoulders. I leaned in and took a deep whiff of his behind then plunged in with my tongue tasting his hole. This was my first time rimming but his soft moans and purrs let me know he enjoyed it.

Finally making it into the bedroom, we fell on the bed and into each others arms for another long passionate kiss. After the kiss we turned ourselves in the bed to take each others cock in our mouths. The battle seemed to be on - who could make who squirm the most and come first. I don’t think either of us won that night. It seemed that just as I was on the brink and shooting wad after wad into Charlie’s throat, he was doing the same to me. He shot long thick blasts deep into my throat and then onto my tongue as he withdrew for a final thrust. He tasted as sweet as his precum and I savoured every drop.

We rolled back into each others arms and drifted off to sleep, happily spent for the time being. After a while though I awoke to find him gently caressing and kissing my body, arousing me for more.

This time though he wanted my ass. I had never been fucked before but I had no hesitation about allowing him to be my first. He found some hand lotion on the nightstand and lubed up my ass, probing gently with his finger, then two, then three. I was so turned on by the sensations he was giving me that I was ready to shoot another load right then. I was instinctively pushing my hips down onto his hand and grinding my pelvis as he pushed his fingers as far in as they would go.

Charlie then turned me over onto my belly, and after placing a pillow under my hips and spreading my legs wide, he mounted me. He placed the head of his cock at my asshole and slowly pushed forward. I did not know what to do but knew I wanted him in me, so I pushed back. The thick mushroom head of his dick popped through the opening and I suddenly felt searing pain the likes of which I had never known before. He held me tight and did not move until I became used to the club he was putting in me. As the pain subsided he began to push forward more, gently encouraging me to go slow, breathe and relax. Gradually, I began to push back again and grind my hips.

Soon Charlie was balls deep into me, holding me firmly against him. He started a long steady stroke, slowly pulling almost all the way out, and then pushing slowly back in. Each time he pulled out I let out a soft moan, which became louder on the down stroke. After about fifteen or twenty minutes he began picking up the tempo and slamming his cock into me with greater and greater urgency, my cries became louder still.

Sweat was dripping off Charlie’s body onto my back and mixing with my own. My senses seemed greatly heightened as I could feel each drop of his sweat land on me. His hands were alternating gripping between my shoulders and my hips, as though he were trying to find a place to get a solid hold of me. Occasionally, he would slap my ass as though riding a wild pony trying to make it gallop faster.

Then it happened. He suddenly froze in mid stroke and began to shudder and shake. By the sudden strong pulsing of his cock in my asshole I knew he was cumming and I ground down harder on him to keep him deep within me for as long as possible. Soon he was spent and he collapsed on top of me pinning me to the mattress. After a while he slowly recovered and rolled off me with a slight popping sound as his dick came out of my battered hole. I rolled over and into his arms and fell asleep once again.

We slept the sleep of the dead after that, waking late in the morning to the ringing of the phone. It was my wife telling me she would not be home for another day. Her parents had changed their plans. Normally, I would have been pissed at the inconsiderate attitude of my in-laws, but looking across the bed at my new lover laying there waiting for me, I wished her a good time and secretly hoped she would not come back at all.

Charlie and I spent the rest of the day together. Eventually, we both left our wives and moved in with each other. Sadly, though good things don’t always last. Charlie and I broke up after about five years. But, he awoke in me a desire to make a better world. I achieved my law degree and became an Equal Rights Activist. Charlie preferred the quiet light out of the spotlight that I seemed to attract in my new profession.

He’s now on the west coast living with another man. I am out east, and have had a wonderful man in my life for the past ten years. It took me a long time to move on after Charlie and, in some ways; I don’t think I have completely gotten over him yet. I hope that he is reading this and recognizes himself in it, knowing that I still think of him from time to time.