Gay Erotic Stories

It was a warm spring morning and I was cooling off by swimming in a pound nearby my house. I really needed the relaxation. Max Casella, my biggest idol of all times, was filming a movie in town and I was so hyped up I decided I needed to calm down, that's how I got to the pond. When suddenly I heard someone clear their throat. By the sound of it, it was a man. I spun and around and saw a young sporty looking Italian, Max Casella. "Umm can I swim to? I'd go to the swimming pool but people would crowd me. So I needed to find a country pond or something." Max said in his usual cool voice, all the while chewing on some gum. I just stood there and stuttered for a while. "Umm y-y-yes s-sir." I stood there and looked down at his Speedo's. My god he was wearing Speedo's. I thought I was in heaven. His cock must've been 6 inches limp! He must've noticed my starring because he raised his head to the right as if inspecting me. The golden sun shown down on him giving him the affect as if he was glowing. A slight grin on his face gave him the look of a mischievous ten year old. "So ya like that huh? You've got a nice package yourself" he said gesturing to my cock. I was more embarrassed than I have ever been. He lowered his Speedo's and walked over to me, now blushed as red as a rose. He lowered my Speedo's and enlaced me in the greatest kiss I have ever had. My cock and balls sprang forth with excitement. He turned me around, laying me down on the grass, stretching his body over mine. He started nibbling at my ear lobes, moving slowly down my neck and on down to the crack of my ass. I felt his tongue probing my love chute as he took his hands and spread the cheeks of my awaiting ass. He darted his tongue in and out a few times--turning me wild. Then he began sticking a finger in, then two, and finally three. When he felt I was ready, he pulled his fingers from my ass. I could feel his cock head pushing against my hole. As he pushed I felt him enter. It hurt because of his size, but I was enjoying every moment. He slowly moved in and out, going deeper with each thrust until he was inside to the base. He began picking up the rhythm as I moaned and groaned. I was receiving the best fuck of my life. Up and down he worked his fine shaft, again I felt his balls tighten for they had quit slapping up against my ass. Max buried his dick deep as he shot his load of cum into my ass. He did not stop thrusting and went on and on until he gushed once again like a fountain, filling my eager, yet aching hole. At this time I shot my load onto the grass and against my stomach. He lay exhausted on me for what seemed to be hours; however, it was only minutes. Max pulled his rod out and we lay side by side, embraced in each other's arms, kissing and dozing off to a well deserved sleep. When I awoke I realized Max was gone. I stood up got dressed and went back home. I dreamed all night about our little encounter. When I woke up I felt something jabbing my right side I checked and found a note he'd left. It simply read "Meet me by the pond again tomorrow night" I grinned and got ready for the night.