Gay Erotic Stories

When I went off to college one of the things I discovered was that I was a gay slut. I loved sex. I had no idea sex could be so good, so hot, so unbelievable fulfilling (and filling) and so addictive. I discovered this in the various bathrooms around campus. I quickly got to know them all: when they had the best traffic, where the glory holes were, where the best fucking, sucking, and cruising took place. I lived in the dorm with an assigned roommate who I didn’t really know so bringing a guy back to my room was out of the question. I found myself spending more and more time cruising in the bathrooms. I got to where I could read the slightest clues about other guys’ intentions – whether they were interested, whether they were tops or bottoms, and whether they were looking for sex, a straight guy looking for a quickie blow job, or merely there to piss or shit. As well as discovering that I was really into sex, I discovered, much to my surprise, that I was a born bottom. After the first or second fuck, I was all in. I couldn’t wait for another dick up my ass. I loved the feeling of cum pumped deep inside me and I loved shitting it out a hour or so after being fucked. It allowed me to relive the whole experience. By mid-October, I was an old hand at all of the on-campus cruising spots and began looking off campus for new hunting grounds. The university was located in a relatively small town but there was one decidedly gay bar and two or three other gay-friendly bars. I had fairly good luck at all of them but we had to do it in the car or go to his place, which was inconvenient. One Thursday night, when the gay bar, when absolutely nothing was happening, I noticed that they had a community bulletin board near the back in the hallway to the bathroom. I had walked by and never noticed it before. Among the various ads for roommates, house cleaning and dog walking services, items for sale, etc., I noticed a small held wanted ad that said “helper wanted for clothing optional resort.” It included an address and phone number. I looked up the address and it was located in a rural area a couple of hours away. The next day I called and talked with Marcus, the owner. He said that he needs some gopher who will help out and do whatever is necessary on the weekends. I set an appointment to meet him the next Friday afternoon. I searched everything I could find on the internet about Hidden Cove Resort. There was a basic internet site along with reviews and some discreet photos. It described the place as a forty-eight acre clothing optional all-male resort “for the discriminating man.” The photos showed a swimming pool, camping sites with tents and RVs, a lodge with sauna, snack bar, and trees and nature shots, and lots of men from the waist up discreetly hiding their nakedness. In addition to the camping sites, they also offered a “bunkhouse” where guys could stay in bunkbeds (and presumably fuck in bunkbeds). I jacked off more than once imagining the possibilities. When Friday finally rolled around, I went to my 10am class but had a hard-on the whole time. When it was over, I got in my car, drove a couple of hours. I was so hard at the thought of a clothing optional all-male resort that I had to jack off a couple of times while driving. After an hour I got off the interstate and then a series of progressively smaller state roads until I pulled into the parking lot of the Hidden Cover Resort. There were two other cars in the parking lot right by the lodge/office. Once I pulled into the lot, not visible from the road, was a sign that said this area was clothing optional and not to be surprised by nudity. I took a big swig of the liquid courage I brought with me and got out of the car, pulled off my t-shirt and stepped out of my shorts (no underwear), and walked into the lodge. I couldn’t believe my own boldness but I didn’t really know what to expect so the anticipation and anxiety caused me to be about half-hard. The lodge was smaller than I expected. I entered with my hard dick leading the way. No one was around but there was a bell on the desk which I rang. Behind the desk was a large plate glass window showing a patio and pool. No one was at the pool at the moment. I stood there, naked in a unfamiliar place. Finally, an older man entered from a side door, completely naked. When he saw me, he broke into a big smile. “You must be David.” “I am.” “I’m Jake.” Rather than going behind the desk, he came right up to me and kissed me on both cheeks. Only later did I discover that he does that with all of his first-time guests. For his returning guests, he kisses them on the lips. I’m really horrible at guessing ages but he looked to be somewhere between fifty and sixty-five. He had an all-over tan, a trim build, about my height of 6’, and a full head of white hair leading to a pony tail. His uncut dick and thick bull balls were nestled in a thick salt and pepper bush. After greeting me, he took a step back and looked me up and down with a smile. “So glad to see that you are free of clothes.” “Well, it is clothing optional,” I responded. “I thought about wearing a jock. Should I have?” “No. While nudity is optional and I can’t require it, I do everything I can to encourage it.” Then he added, “and, you are fucking sexy. You know that, right?” I blushed a bit. “Thank you.” I liked him already. He reminded me of my dream daddy. At that point my cock filled a bit more. He acted like he didn’t notice. “Let me show you the grounds then we’ll talk about the job. Sound good?” “Sure. Lead the way.” With that, he took me by the hand and led me out a side door onto the patio around the pool. Surprisingly, he didn’t let go of my hand but held on for the next half hour. I grew to like holding his hand. It was soft, warm, and firm. “Tonight we have five guests, two plus three, that is, a couple plus three singles. The couple are staying in an RV, two singles are in our bunkhouse, and one is in a pup tent. I don’t know where they all are at the moment. We don’t have any other reservations but most of our patrons don’t make reservations so we might have more for the weekend. Most of our guests come on Friday or Saturday and stay for the weekend.” He showed me the pool area, the bunkhouse, which had ten bunkbeds in a relatively small room (the closeness and lack of privacy was the point), a sauna, an exercise room, and then we walked around the grounds. There was an area for RVs to park, a tent area, and then lots and lots of wooded acreage. As we walked through forests, we stopped, turned toward me, and then kissed me hard. I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same. I felt his hard dick pressed against my stomach. “Fuck me. Take me right here,” I said as I pulled away and turned around. In no time his cock was up my ass and he pumped hard. In and out. In no time his cum filled my asshole and I loved it. I turned and sucked his dick clean. If he had been twenty years younger, he probably would have cum a second time. He kissed me hard. We walked hand-in-hand back to the lodge. We passed through the camping area and I met Gary, the guest staying for the weekend. I didn’t know it at the time but he would fuck me before he left on Sunday afternoon. Jake showed me the bunkhouse, which was in the lower level of the lodge which led right out to the pool. It had ten bunkbeds and as we entered, I think we took the two guests, Jim and Stephan, by surprise. They were obviously in the middle of something. They were in an upper bunk together, both naked with hard-ons so. I’m sure when we left they went right back to fucking or sucking or rimming or whatever they were doing. Its not like they had to hide what they were doing. We walked upstairs to the main lobby of the lodge and Jake showed me his rooms. They were right off the main area and consisted of a bedroom, a sitting room, an office, and a bath. His bed, which I took notice of, was king-sized. Without saying a word, he took me by the hand again and led me to his bed. I willingly followed. He sucked his dick, his balls, and his taint. He rimmed me long and wet and fucked me a second time. This time longer and slower and he dumped a second load of cum in my butt. I sucked his cum-laden cock clean and then kissed him until we both drifted off into sleep. I felt at home. I was where I wanted to be and where I was supposed to be. I woke up later that night and he was sitting in a chair by the bed. It was then that he offered me the job. I got up, walked over to him, knelt in front of him, took his dick in my mouth, and accepted the job. I spent the night in his bed and every night after that that I was at the resort. When I got back to school, I dropped my Friday class so that I could drive up Thursday afternoon and stay until Monday morning, when I would drive back. When I would set out for the resort late Thursday morning, the first thing I would do is strip completely and drive naked. After the first couple of weeks, I started locking my clothes in the trunk so I would have access to them even if I wanted them. That added a bit more thrill to the naked driving. Once or twice I went through fast food drive-through windows naked. Then, from Thursday until Monday morning, I helped check in guests, I cleaned rooms, I cleaned the pool, emptied the trash, served as waiter for guests at the pool who ordered drinks, and whatever else needed to be done. And, I was naked the whole time. I got lots and lots of tips. I also got lots and lots of passes, which I never turned down. From Thursday afternoon to Monday morning, I was completely naked except for tennis shoes, sunglasses, and, sometimes, a hat. I grew to love being naked. I loved being seen naked. I loved my deepening all-over tan. I had never had a tanned dick before. I loved flirting with older men. I loved the camaraderie; I loved the sexual subtext even with the men I never touched. It also meant that I had lots of sex, multiple times per day, even on the slowest days. Guys my age had more stamina but guys my father or grandfather’s age knew how to use their bodies and how to pleasure their partners in ways that a twenty-year-old had no clue about. It is experience that only comes with decades of having sex. If we were in the woods, I just bent over and took it up the butt against a tree. If we were in the bunkhouse, I would kneel on the bed and raise my butthole. If we were in the sauna, I would bend over and make my hole accessible. I took it whenever, wherever, from whoever offered to dick me. The cum up my butt was worth it even from the lousy fuckers. Come spring break, I came and came. I worked for ten days straight naked as a jaybird. I couldn’t wait until summer break. As the temperature warmed, the number of guests increased each weekend. In January and February there were five or six men checked in on the weekend, by May, there were typically ten or twelve. By June there were were fifteen or sixteen. That first year we hit a peak in late July of twenty-three one weekend. It was sex heaven. My ass has never been so tired and so primed with loads of cum. I took it upon my own to make myself available to guests. That meant, I discretely offered my ass and mouth to our guests. I really did want them to have a good time and enjoy their visit. I found myself honestly wanting to make sure that our guests had a memorable visit. If that meant fucking my butt, so be it. It didn’t hurt that I craved being fucked. And, it also didn’t hurt that most of the guests were my ideal daddy figures – men in their fifties, sixties, and beyond. I found them damn sexy and I loved offering my teenaged ass to them. I loved sucking on their hairy old-man bull balls, sucking on their wrinkled old-man cocks, or rimming their old-man assholes. Very few were uninterested. I never threw myself at them but I did make it clear I was available if they were interested. They were often flattered by my attention although it was me who was super turned on by the interaction. I couldn’t get enough old-man sex. By August we were staring to have repeat customers from a month or two earlier. Jake was surprised when that started to happen. I just smiled. By Labor Day, we had half a dozen who had already been there earlier in the summer. Needless to say, I was running exhausted. Fucking tired and little if any sleep. They were wanting to fuck me all day long. One night I was fucked by five different men and then another six the next day. My bowels were swimming in man cum. I loved it. Orangebinder@yahoo.com