Gay Erotic Stories

I have always been attracted to men older than myself. While my partners were typically more my age, I could really get hot for a more mature man. Back in the years when I had just come out, I worked as a bartender at our local gay bar. These were the days before the straight girl invasions. When the gay bars were for gay men to hang out and party with just our kind and be totally safe and free to be who we were.

I was in my mid-20’s and worked part-time as a bartender at this cruisy little gay bar on weekends. Dress code for the bar staff was as sleazy as we could get. Most weekends, I’d wear a tight t-shirt and Levi 501’s that were worn and thread bear with holes in all the best places. Often that meant I would get hit on by our patrons, more often than not, folks travelling through town. Funny enough, when it was one of the visiting patrons cruising me, they would often be someone older. This is a story about one such man. The one that I eventually allowed to get away.

It was a Friday night and the place was really hopping. It was about 12:30 and I had already had to cash out my tip jar three times to get change in the till. My manager was nowhere to be found. Most likely, he was in his office fucking with his current boyfriend.

This one man with close cropped blonde hair and ice blue eyes kept coming up to the bar for his drinks, ignoring our wandering servers. He looked to be about 15 or so years older than me and was slightly under 6 feet tall but with broad squared shoulders making him appear taller. When I got a good look at his features, I guessed he was about ten to fifteen years older than me. I think my heart skipped a beat when I first noticed him.

His third trip up to the bar, I poured his drink without waiting to hear the order. (It was a little trick I’d picked up. Certain customers, I could just remember what they drank and could pour it without being asked. This kind of treatment can really boost your tips with the right guys.) I handed him the drink and took his cash. As I went to hand him the change, he pushed my hand over top of my tip jar then leaned in to me and said “When can I cruise the bartender?” Shocked but pleased, I smiled at him and just winked. He turned and walked away. That’s when I noticed his tight ass in snug 501’s. He had one of those tight muscled asses that sit high and have the concaves on each glute. I was already thinking about how hard it might be to get them apart enough to get my face between them.

The next customer had to snap his fingers in front of my face to get my attention back to the job. I laughed for a second and got back to work. About a half hour later, the blonde with the great ass walked up to the bar again, but this time, instead of getting another drink, he just pushed a piece of paper into my tip jar then walked away. I pulled it out and saw it was a business card. His name was Lars and he was a doctor from another province. On the back he had written “Hopefully I can cruise you later. If not come to room 2815.” He named the downtown hotel he was staying in. My dick thickened in my tight 501’s as I tucked the card into my back pocket.

The bar quit serving at 2:00am and as soon as I had the bar shut down and cleaned up, I locked up the till then took the keys to the manager’s office. I was done for the night. Now I could check out if the blond was still around or not. I still had the card with his hotel and room number on it if I needed to go for a bit of walk. He wasn’t in the lounge so I walked through the pool room to the dance floor. I saw he was out dancing with someone and I thought I’d missed my chance. It looked like he had picked up someone else for the night. Oh Well. You win some. You lose some.

Then he turned around and saw me standing watching him and he smiled the brightest smile I’d seen in a long time. He had the brightest, whitest teeth and dimples on each cheek. As soon as the song ended, he walked over to me leaned up to my ears and said “Do I get to cruise the bartender now?” I laughed and said “Yes, you can.”

With that he kissed me with gentle yet firm open lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He had me against a wall at the side of the crowded dance floor and was leaning into me with his whole body. Some of the dancers were staring at us but neither of us cared. He was a great kisser and I was enjoying the feel of his body against mine.

Lars kept flexing his pelvis against mine making my cock grow against what I was positive was his substantial piece. It seemed to be laying across his thigh and when I moved my hand down to feel the head it seemed to be almost to the outer edge of his leg. He was taller than me by a few inches so he had spread his legs a bit to get down to my level. As he kissed me, I looked into his blue eyes. They had such an intensity to them. It was almost unreal. I felt as though he was trying to absorb everything about me through his eyes and possibly his probing tongue.

After what seemed like several minutes, he broke off the kiss and said “My hotel is just a couple blocks. Let’s go.” I nodded and we immediately left the bar.

When we got to the hotel and into the elevator, he again pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard for the entire ride up to the twenty-eighth floor. When the doors opened, he grabbed me by the crotch and pulled me to his room, kicking our shoes off as we got in the door.

Once inside, Lars hauled me to the end of the king-sized bed and pushed me back onto it. He crawled up between my legs began to pull at my white t-shirt, getting it out from the confines of the waist of my jeans. He then pulled open the fly of my jeans, each button popping loudly as it released. He pushed my jeans down to my thighs exposing my tight well-worn jock strap that was desperately trying to hold in my swollen seven-inch cock. My dick head was slipping out the side of the pouch and he bent his head down and sucked on it, flicking his tongue into my wet piss slit tasting the early drops of pre-cum. His lips and tongue were very talented and he had me squirming under him in no time. I had to push his head away so things would not happen too soon.

He got up off me and stood at the end of the bed and began to undress himself. When I began to also get undressed, he stopped me and said he wanted that pleasure. So, I leaned back on my elbows and watched him strip down. He did it beautifully. Slowly he removed his shirt, pulling it free from the waist of his jeans then unbuttoning it and pulling it from those incredibly tanned square shoulders and baring amazingly thick biceps and forearms. He pulled open his own 501’s just the way he had ripped open mine, the five steel buttons popping loudly as each released. He pushed the jeans down over thick muscular thighs revealing that he wore no underwear. His long straight semi hard cock flopped out and bounced in front of him. It looked to be about eight inches but it was not yet fully hard. His uncut piece was longer than mine but not as thick. Looking at it had my mouth watering, anticipating what I’d be doing with it soon enough.

I turned my body around and laid on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed. I reached out and took hold of that beautiful cock and pulled Lars towards me as he finally kicked out of his jeans. I pulled him close enough to get my lips around the head of his dick. I pulled back the foreskin to behind the ring of the its thick mushroom head atop the long straight shaft. He was fully hard in no time and it was obvious he had grown to well over nine inches in length. I sucked on the head gently and probed at his drooling slit tasting the copious quantities of his juices. I held his heavy balls in one hand to make sure he stayed put. They were large round balls, almost the size of two fat ripe plums.

Despite my best efforts to keep him where I wanted him, he forced me off his cock. “Now to get you undressed.” He pulled me off the bed and he proceeded to pull my t-shirt over my head. He then mauled at my pecs and licked and bit on each of my nipples making them stand out like two pink pencil erasers. He moved his hands down my body and finished pushing my jeans down and off my legs. He left my jock in place but pulled my cock and balls out the side of the pouch.

He had me lie on my back as he gently ran his hands across my skin, just soft caresses, at times barely touching me. His touch had my skin tingling and raising goose bumps. He stroked his fingers through my hair leaning down to gently kiss my face. He placed soft kisses all over my face ending with my lips. His kisses worked up to being more assertive. He opened my lips with his tongue and again probed my mouth deeply. I love a good kisser and it always gets my blood pumping. Lars was an amazing kisser. He had my cock throbbing in time with the beating of my heart and I could feel the cock sap leaking with every beat.

Lars moved a hand down my stomach and rested it on top of my cock. Wrapping his fingers around my shaft, he squeezed it forcing out another drop of clear juice. He leaned forward and licked at my dick head and thigh, cleaning off the accumulated juice. Then he lifted my cock straight up and put it into his mouth. Without warning he sank his mouth and throat to the base of my dick and held it there for several seconds. Then his throat muscles kicked into gear and began to work on the head and along the shaft of my meat. The sensations were like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was clutching at the bed linens with one hand and holding his head in place with the other as I bucked and writhed underneath him. Finally, he had to come up for air and he forced me to release him. He, however, did not release my cock. He held the base in one hand and slowly sucked me in and out of his mouth, root to tip for the next twenty minutes, stopping briefly each time I thought I was going to cum.

During his oral manipulations, his other hand had worked its way beneath my nut sack and found its way to my ass. He spread my ass cheeks apart with his thick fingers and probed at my pucker with one finger, then two. He pushed at my opening and managed to get at least one knuckle into my hole. I flexed and squeezed my asshole onto his finger, silently telling him I was enjoying everything he was doing to me. As I bucked my hips up to get my cock deeper into his mouth and throat, my then downward thrust worked to push his finger deeper into my hole.

Sensing I wanted more, Lars pulled away from me and reached into a bedside drawer for condoms and some lubricant. As he did this, I swung around and took his cock back into my mouth. This time I did not stop at just the head but pushed as far down as I could onto his length. It took a few attempts but after several slides down his pole, I got to the base and held him as he did me earlier. I then did my best to emulate his throat actions along his cock as it rested deep inside me. He held my head and slowly moved it around, moving his cock around in my throat. When I began to gag, he pulled back just enough to let me get some air, then he began the same slow fucking of my mouth he had done with my cock, from base to tip on every stroke. His gasping and loud groans told me he was enjoying it as much as I had enjoyed his treatment of me.

Lars shifted slightly and got us into a 69 position with him over top of me. He pulled my legs up high so the only part of me still on the bed were the backs of my shoulders and my head. With my ass pointing to the ceiling, he slid his head between my thighs. His face was past my balls and he was pulling my ass cheeks apart and lapping and spitting at my exposed pucker. He dragged his tongue along my taint all the way to my hole then drilled his talented tongue into the center of my pucker forcing the tip into me for a solid tongue fucking. I had only been rimmed a few times before and never like this. Quickly he had me to the point where all I knew was that I wanted something much bigger inside me. Where I had been gasping and moaning my pleasure before, now I was loudly demanding “Fuck me, Lars. Fuck me!”

“Call me Daddy.” He commanded. It took a moment to sink in, but I quickly returned with “Daddy, please fuck me!”

We shifted again and Daddy handed me the condom to put it on him. As I rolled the rubber down his long shaft, I felt it beating in time with his heart. Daddy applied lube across the length of his shaft and I made sure his entire length was well coated. He applied more lube to my twitching ass hole and pushed even more lube up into my hole with first one then two fingers. When he was sure I was ready, he placed his thick head at my hole and pressed forward. My hole gave way easily at first, then he hit my inner ring and he found resistance. Considerably more pressure was needed to break that seal and the pain I initially felt was almost unbearable. Daddy held steady until suddenly, all the pain turned to amazing pleasure and I bore down on him almost dragging his cock deep into me in a single long pull.

When his cock bottomed out, Daddy held still for a moment then slowly withdrew from me until his cock was almost out of my hole. Then he slammed back into me, hard and fast, knocking the breath right out of me. For the next thirty minutes or so, he kept drilling his cock into my ass. He kept changing the rhythm though. He’d pound at me hard and fast, then almost stop completely, allowing me to just feel the pulsing of his heart through his cock inside me. He would fuck me with slow short strokes, then pound like a jackhammer, then slow long strokes followed by fast short jabs. He kept changing the pace and moving us around. We started missionary but over the course of time, we moved to doggie style, to cowboy, and a number of other positions I have no idea what to call. The entire time, we were quite loud and vocal. I kept up a string of “Yes Daddy!” “Fuck me, Daddy!” almost throughout.

My dick had been leaking a ton of pre-cum but I didn’t want to make myself cum before Daddy did. After about half an hour of wild fucking, Daddy stopped and all I could feel was the wild beating of his heart through the pulsing of his deeply planted cock. Slowly Daddy pulled his cock from me, the mushroom head making a distinct popping sound as it was released from my battered hole. Daddy’s face and chest shone with sweat. He laid out along me and gently kissed me. As I ran my hands along his sweat slicked body, he reached down and pulled the condom off his still raging hard cock. “Did you cum?” I asked. “Not yet.” You still have work, Boy.” He replied then shifted and straddled my chest forcing his cock into my mouth again.

I gladly accepted the task as he held my head firmly in both hands and began fucking my mouth with quick thrusts. As he pounded at my face I pounded at my own straining cock. He thrust hard and fast at my mouth for a few minutes and soon I could tell by the change and almost loss of rhythm in his strokes that he was close. I bore down on my efforts and sucked as hard as I could at his cock. I was also getting to the point of no return and was bucking my hips off the bed into my own hands. As Daddy shot the first of his volleys across my tongue, I blasted a shot up over my stomach and across Daddy’s back. We each had multiple shots following the first, each one almost as strong as the one previous.

I let Daddies cock pop out of my mouth so that I could wear the last of his seed on my lips to share with him in a deep kiss. After, he bent over my stomach and lapped up my pooled cum and then kissed me again, long, slow and deep just the way I like it.

We snuggled on the bed for a while telling each other a bit about ourselves. As I said before he was a doctor from another province, but he was originally from Denmark. Eventually, we both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. We woke around noon and got ourselves showered and ready to go out for breakfast. Lars insisted that I continue to call him Daddy. He called me Boy or Son. He was in town for the rest of the weekend, flying home on Monday morning. I stayed with him the entire time and he was the best Daddy a Boy could have. At the bar on Saturday night, it was obvious a number of other men were jealously looking over my Daddy but they had no chance. I was behind the bar again, and he was waiting for his chance to cruise the bartender.

We stayed in touch and saw each other often over the next several years. He was always my Daddy and I was his Boy. Eventually he moved back to Denmark. He asked me to move with him but, I chose my career and stayed here. I think of him often as the one that got away.