Gay Erotic Stories

I always loved spontaneity. Since my first sex at sixteen with my distant cousin, I always loved quick, unattached flings. I easily get bored so I believe in hit and go. What my brother Ahmed would call “wham, bam, thank you ma'am.” In my case, I was always the hunter. Being a versatile gay man in my early twenties, I could bottom up for a big, muscular man. But I enjoy being the top, especially to petite looking guys that we call fun-sized.

I walked into a swanky bar one afternoon. The joint was jam-packed with excited Manchester United and Arsenal fans watching a football match and arguing as usual. I am not a football fan so I decided to sit at the end of the spacious bar. While most of the customers were glued to the huge TV screen, there was a table of three gentlemen opposite me. Two of the fellows were busy analyzing the football game while the third guy was quiet, listening and occasionally shaking or nodding his head as he listened to his companions. He was smoking his cigarette and drinking his beer with seemingly no care in the world.

I ordered a bottle of beer.

The two guys were talking animatedly. I scrutinized their friend. The bushy bearded fellow looked distinctively like a wrestler. His rough beards and hard face made him look like a pirate. Not that I'd seen a pirate before, but I did watch "Pirates of the Caribbean". His face didn't look like Johnny Depp's though. His bulging biceps threatened to rip his black T-shirt. His jeans were snug against massive thighs. He looked dangerous. My mouth watered and my heart beat with the ferocity of thunder. He caught me watching and sizing him openly. Impulsively, I licked my lower lip. He neither flinched nor showed any emotion, interest or disinterest. His dark, hooded eyes remained unreadable. There was an air of enigma around him that attracted people like me, sort of like moths to fire.

Each time he lifted the mug of his beer to his big lips, I followed the motion, admiring his sturdy, hairy arm. Whenever he dropped his mug, he'd use his big, pink tongue to lick off the beer froths on his moustache. I wished that tongue could be licking some parts of me instead of his moustache. My look lingered on his broad chest, flat stomach and long, study legs. The man was like a sculptured specimen fit for display at the famous Trafalgar Square.

A smallish guy that fitted the description of a funsized boy entered. I looked at him closely. He could be nineteen or twenty. Smooth skin, clean shaved, slim and almost effete. A direct contrast to the Adonis that was rocking My world to smithereens. My male member twitched at the sight of the fun sized fella’s rounded ass when he walked on by. He smiled as he said hello to me and sat alone on the other side of me. I caught a whiff of lavender deodorant he was wearing. He had an oblong, handsome face, nice ears and small nose. He sported black cornrows on his head.

I sipped my beer, occasionally, staring at the huge guy and also sparing a look to admire the fun-sized guy. He was dressed in casual beach clothes. He looked like an islander. He fiddled with his phone but each time he raised his head and our eyes locked, he smiled broadly then dropped his eyes to the screen of his phone.

The huge guy got up and went to the men's room. Looking around and seeing that no one was looking my way, I followed him. Inside, the men's room was small with just two cubicles and two urinals. My man was already shooting a long string of pee with his eyes closed. I stole a look at his massive, black cock. It was really big even in its flaccid state. I brought out my half erect cock and followed suit. I couldn't tear away my eyes from his cock. My pecker became hard as he shook the remaining drops off his piss slit. The crown of his penis was purple and shaped like an arrow. He opened his eyes and caught me openly ogling at his shaft. His cock started growing in length. “You like?” he said, sneering with a hint of a grin. “Hell, yes”, I said almost reverently.

With his dick prodding out of his fly, he went to the door and bolted it. Then he came to me just as I finished urinating. He grabbed my cock and squeezed it a bit, looking straight into my eyes. His narrowed eyes looked imperceptible. My cock hardened to its full nine inches length. He pursed his lips, I smelled his tobacco laced breath. I loved it. He oozed an animal magnetism and a. aura of a domineering lion king. His presence filled the small room. My nostrils flared with desire. I was overpowered by such raw maleness. He sensed my vulnerability and took advantage of it to dominate me, body and soul.

Without much further ado, he turned me around, pulled me roughly to him. I felt his hard cock jarring at my ass. He pulled down my trousers and spat in his right palm. He didn't seem the one to waste time on foreplay. Or maybe because we were on a public toilet? I couldn't fathom anything. My head was already in the clouds. He used his saliva to lube his dick and used some to lube my burning hole.

His fat forefinger prodded my puckered hole in readiness for his invasion. I bent down, my hands gripping the lone porcelain sink. His knees pried my legs open. Deftly, he guided his shaft into my waiting hole like a pro. My asshole strained to accommodate his bulky man meat. I inhaled deeply and opened up to contain his big throbbing shlong. The tightness of my hole seemed to please him. He gave a mighty shove and buried his whole cock into me. I felt his pubic hair grazing against my soft asscheeks. He wrapped his muscular right arm around my waist while his left hand grabbed at my left shoulder. He started drilling me in long, slow strokes.

When my sphincter relaxed more, he increased the speed and started banging me hard. My asshole was on fire but pleasure washed all over me. The guy speared me like there was no tomorrow. His lemon like balls slapped noisily against my asscheeks each time he delivered a hard thrust. I opened wider and he fucked deeper and deeper. My hand wanked my raging erection as his cock impaled me. Without any warning, his two hands grabbed my waist and he slammed his cock deep inside me. He stilled, groaned and shuddered like a truck. I felt huge loads of his hot semen filling my hole. When his cock spurted the last jet of semen, I felt his hard member starting to become soft. He withdrew his cock and shoved it inside his jeans and zipped up.

I entered one of the cubicles and sat on the toilet trying to catch my breath. I used the hose there and cleaned my ass. The cold water helped to soften my still hard pecker. I wished I'd cum too, but the sex was too brief. I heard him opening the door and walking out.

The whole act lasted just three or five minutes. I returned to my seat. After some ten minutes, the football match ended and people started leaving. My man and his friend paid the waiter and took off. When he reached the exit, he turned around, our eyes locked, he winked at me. I winked back. He turned and followed his companions, with the swag of a king. I hope we'll meet again some day, I thought fondly.

“May I join you?” Fun-size asked, smiling radiantly. “Not at all.” I replied. “I saw that you're alone, I'm alone and I figured you'd need a little bit of company,” he said looking deep into my eyes. “Especially since the object of your desire has just left,” he added mischievously, his eyes dancing challengingly I was stunned. “What do you mean?” I pretended to misunderstand his insinuation. He whispered conspiratorially: “The black Hulk Hogan that has just left. I saw the way you were looking at him. You are obviously really into him,” “You misunderstood, my friend.” I retorted nonchalantly. “Ok, if you say so. By the way, I'm Robinson. My friends call me Rob or Robbie.” “I am Richard, my friends call me Dick or Rick.” I replied. We shook hands. His palm was so soft I almost didn't let it go. As we touched, I felt an electric spark. “Dick, nice to meet you.” “Likewise,” I returned. “My friends tease me a lot, calling me Small Rob. If I should tease you and call you Big Dick, wouldn't that send the wrong signal?” His smile was wolfish but he looked quite like a harmless lamb.Instantly, I fell in love with his weird sense of humour. I guffawed heartily. We went on bantering like that for half an hour. I looked at the time and told Rob I wanted to go. He took the tab and paid for our drinks. “My apartment is just by the corner. If you are game for another beer, we could continue bantering,” he suggested. I teased him about inviting strangers he had just met into his anode. He shrugged indifferently, stating that what will be, would be. Still nursing a hungry cock, I shrugged too. We walked to his house, making small talk on our way.

His apartment was a bedroom, parlour with a bathroom, kitchenette and a small space like a laundry area. It was neat and well fit for a young bachelor. We drank the beers he offered and watched a TV series named Oz. There was a scene of an inmate being sexually assaulted. Seeing the actor being fucked got me hard. My erection was obvious as I couldn't hide it. Rob noticed it but refrained from making a comment. He took the empty bottles to the kitchenette. When he returned, he was wearing nothing but a piece of black thong! My eyes widened at the sight of his petite body looking so “sexiful” (as per Austin Powers: Goldmember). His hairless body was as smooth as porcelain. His slender body moved with the grace of an African gazelle. I swallowed hard while drinking in his beauty. My cock stretched and lengthened to its full size.

He sat on my lap and started undulating his bubble butt like an exotic dancer. My hands found his perky nipples and I played with them. It seemed I had touched his g-spot due the way he shivered. He moaned audibly and grabbed at my thighs while he kept on giving me a lap dance. If he kept that for the next minute I would burst a nut. So I pushed him gently to his knees. I unzipped my jeans and offered him my hard shaft. Gladly he filled his mouth with my meat of steel and sucked expertly. Deep throating seemed to please him more. He took me whole until my pubic hair smashed his nose. I fucked his mouth with practiced strokes. Then I pulled my cock out of his mouth when I felt I was nearing the edge. He hurriedly removed his thongs and there before me, sported an easily twelve inches of raw black meat looking like an adolescent African rock python. I gasped in amazement at the sight and he smiled as if he was used to such a reaction. For such a small guy, he sure packed a huge weapon. He bent by the arm of the chair and offered me his sweet ass.

The sight of the chocolate ass beckoning on me was simply too much. I shed off my jeans, not bothering to remove my shirt, I went for the target. My shaft, wet by his saliva, was ramrod stiff and nodding like an agama lizard. I spat on two fingers and worked on his hole. It was tight but soon relaxed. When I slid in, his lovely chute welcomed me home. It was tight but smooth and silky. I started fucking him in and out. His hole swallowed my length totally and absolutely. The room was filled with our moans. As I fucked him, I couldn't resist playing with his humongous, erect member. Then I felt him cumming. He shot his semen convulsing. My throbbing dick felt his hole twitching as he spunked his jizz. I slammed hard into his hole and bucked my ass as I let out stream after stream of jizz. I stood stool for some second savouring my sweet climax. My balls emptied every drop of my seed into his gut. When we returned to earth, I pulled my softening cock from his wet man pussy. That was one of the best sex I'd ever had.

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