Gay Erotic Stories

I've been helping out my neighbour's brother Gerald for about five years now, just doing work around his house during the summers ever since I was 16. Now that I'm 23 and about to start my new computer programming job, I decided this year was going to be my last year.

Gerald didn't have any children and as such, no grandchildren. His wife passed away about ten years ago and needed help with the land around his house. He wasn't growing incapable of it but in addition to working his own part-time post- retirement job and maintaining the inside of his house, it was getting to be overwhelming for him. He enjoyed my company as well. During one of my visits, while I was mowing the lawn, a work-friend of Gerald's from across town was dropping by for a quick meeting in his home office. Gerald's friend Francis was intrigued that I was helping him out and inquired as to whether I'd be interested in coming over to his place to do some housework an afternoon next week as he was hosting a poker party. I thought about it and decided 'why not?' Francis got my cell number and said he would be in touch.

The Tuesday after, late in the morning, Francis called my cell.

"Good afternoon, Charles," he said. He was very professional with his voice. He sounded deep and rough but still had just the right sound to be polite and friendly. "Are you still available to come over this afternoon to help me get ready for my big game tonight?"

His poker game was a monthly affair with six of his longtime friends. They rotated the location amongst each of their houses so Francis only had to host it twice a year.

"Absolutely," I said. "When would you like me to come over?"

"I have a meeting at the office for a couple of hours at 2 so if you could be here before then and I could set you up. Most of what you'll be doing will be inside."

"Sure thing. See you then"

He gave me the address and we hung up.

I grabbed a taxi and headed over to Francis' house for 1:30, as he was preparing to leave. When I got there, he opened the front door for me and welcomed me into his house.

Francis was married for about 20 years when he was younger but him and his wife divorced about ten years ago. He bought the townhouse shortly after that was located closer to downtown so it wasn't large but it was still four levels and had a backyard. Francis must have been about 60 or so and, while not an unattractive man, he didn't seem to put much effort into his appearance. He was overweight, mostly bald and was rarely cleanly shaven. Today he had enough hair on his face to qualify as having a beard. Maybe after his divorce he decided the effort to score another life-partner wasn't worth it so he focused on other things, like his highly successful job. Francis seemed happy nonetheless.

Francis had already done all of the outside housework earlier in the week that had built up over the summer. Cleaning out the gutters, mowing the lawn, painting the stairwell. All of the tasks I did at Gerald's house. He wanted me to repair a few things inside. One of the chairs in his dining room needed to be fixed. He wanted his silverware and dishware to be given a thorough cleaning and just a general wipedown of the kitchen, dining area, and living room, all of which were on the main floor. He also suggested if I wanted to, to clean the bathroom up on the third level but if I didn't, he would when he got back.

Before he left, Francis gave me a quick tour of his townhouse. On the top level, there were 2 bedrooms. His own master bedroom and a guestroom. The second level had an office, a small library room and the bathroom. The main level had the living room, dining area and kitchen and the basement was just that. Storage.

Francis left me to do my chores and said he'd be back a little after 4pm so I got to work. Because he was the professional type, I dressed up a little when I came over here. Rather than shorts, I wore beige dress pants and a button-up shirt. Doing the tasks I'm here to do, I realized it might have been silly to wear what I am doing handyman work but at the very least, Francis would think of me as professional...

By 4, I had nearly everything done when Francis came home. I was sitting on the floor in the living room finishing up the repairs for the chair. He greeted me and asked me about my progress.

"Pretty much finished," I answered. "I didn't get to the bathroom though."

"That's just fine, Charles. It looks like you did a great job." Francis replied as he gave a quick look around the room. "If you'd like, you're welcome to stay for dinner."

"That'd be great." I said.

Francis went to change into more casual clothes, which were still professional to me. Black slacks and a thin cardigan over a collared shirt. He cooked up a quick meal of chicken and potatoes as we talked a bit about his job and then my upcoming new job. Pretty soon, the discussion turned to more casual things.

"You probably have a girlfriend, eh?" he asked.

"I don't." I replied. Not sounding firm but leaving it somewhat open-ended. I'm gay. Not particularly experience. I fooled around with a few guys during college but never had a boyfriend and never anything too serious. I still hadn't yet figured out what I liked in terms of sex at that point either. Either way, I didn't want to make it obvious to Francis.

"Don't need 'em," he said. "Girls are trouble. You'd be better off making friends with some guys and stickin' with them for your days."

Francis leaned back and lit a cigarette. He took a drag and closed his eyes, as if he were imagining life as it is today and thinking about how much better it is compared to his married life.

"So you don't have a girlfriend or..." I asked, dragging the 'or' to imply a sort of 'anything on the side'.

"Naw. I got my poker buddies. We play poker every month and eat out and see each other around a few times a week. That's all I need."

We finished up and cleaned the dishes before setting up for the poker game. Francis had picked up snacks and liquor beforehand that just needed to be set out. Plus the cards and the poker chips.

After everything was set up, I said "I should probably head out. Your friends will be here soon."

"Nonsense. You're welcome to stay if you don't have anything to do. Have a drink. Maybe we'll even let you play a few hands." Francis winked.

I didn't have much of a social life so I didn't need to be convinced too much more. I accepted the offer and he twisted the cap off a beer and handed it to me. We sat and had some more small talk in the living room and before long, the doorbell rang.

"Jack!" Francis said loudly followed by a jolly laugh. Jack came into the door as both men laughed heartily. Jack was about the same age as Francis, early 60s, and a bit rounder but had more hair and was clean shaven. In the gay world, I knew both would be classified as daddy bears but neither of these guys were gay so that didn't matter here.

"This is my young friend, Charles", Francis introduced me to Jack and we shook hands. "He helped me out here today to set up the game for me to kick your ass." And they both laughed. Old friends carrying on.

I fetched Jack a beer as we all sat back in the living room on the couch. Jack sat on one end and Francis on the other. I didn't want to be awkward so I sat in between them and listened as they caught each other up on what was happening.

It was nearly 7 o'clock when Francis noted the time, saying the others should start arriving within the hour. We each had another beer, this time Francis getting them for us. He sat back down next to me although a little bit closer to me this time, putting his arm on the top of the couch behind my neck. He told a joke and patted my hair as he laughed, messing up my hair and returning his arm behind me but letting it slide down onto my shoulders. They were both starting to get a bit tipsy as they talked and carried on.

Out of the blue, Jack complimented my clothes: "You're a well dressed young man," as he placed a hand on my thigh just about my knee.

"Thank you," I looked at him and smiled. Francis leaned in and hugged me with one arm.

"Yep," he said. "That's my little helper." and they both laughed.

"He's mighty cute too." Jack said.

"Isn't he?" Francis answered back. "It's been a long time since I've had something this cute on my arm."

They both laughed in agreement as Jack's hand started to rub up and down my thigh. I didn't expect this sudden turn in conversation as they went from talking sports, business and politics to how cute I looked with my dimples and blonde hair. But I was liking the attention.

"He says he doesn't have a girlfriend," Francis informs Jack.

"Is that right, boy?" Jack looks at me, surprised but with a sparkle in his eye. "Well that's too bad then. Boys your age need a certain kind of attention, if you know what I mean." and his hand squeezed my upper thigh. This attention was starting to make me feel tingly in my crotch as I felt my penis jump ever-so-slightly.

"Surely you've had some action, though, eh, son?" Francis asks me.

"Yeah," I sheepishly reply. "Not for a year or so." I don't divulge details that it was with a boy from down the hall in my dorm in college.

"That's too long, eh Jackie boy?" Francis looks at Jack as he moves his arm from behind my head and places his hand on my other thigh. Now both men are rubbing my thighs which continues to create a stir in my crotch.

"We've got some time now if you want." Francis said as he glanced at his watch. "You know, a mouth is a mouth. You can close your eyes and pretend you have two pretty girls taking turns on you."

I'm not sure how to respond. I've never thought about doing anything sexual with older men. These guys were almost triple my age. But at the same time, he was right. It had been a year and I was starting to feel desperate. Besides, how often does anyone get the chance of having two mouths service you?

"Sure." I said shyly.

"Atta boy." Jack said as he patted my thigh. "Why don't you stand up there and drop your pants."

"Yeah. Give us a little show first, eh?" Francis asked.

I stood up in front of the two men and turned around to face them. I was incredibly nervous as I had never given a striptease before, especially to two older professional men. But I had to admit, the feeling was absolutely thrilling knowing this two guys were probably anticipating seeing me more than I was anticipating having their mouths wrapped around my dick. So I decided to loosen up a bit.

First I slowly started to undo the buttons of my shirt. Jack lit up a cigar for Francis and then one for himself as they both smoked, sat back on the couch and watched my every move. After my shirt was unbuttoned, I turned around so my back was to them, lifted the shirt off of my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I could feel both men staring at my smooth back and shoulders as I turned around to reveal my bare chest and belly.

Jack lets out a quiet moan as he inhales deeply from his cigar.

Next I undo my belt bucket and pull it out of the loops, dropping it on the floor beside me. Then I undo the top button on my pants and slowly pull down the zipper, letting it slide over the obvious lump underneath my pants. Then I slip my thumbs into the sides of my pants and slowly pull them down, letting them drop to my ankles as I step out of them and kick them over to Francis' feet. He puts his foot on them as he says "Yeah!" Both men have their completely undivided attention on me standing here in only my yellow briefs complete with bulge in the front.

Then I once again turn around with my back to them, showing off my bubble butt with its perfect form in my briefs. I slip my thumbs into the sides of them and slowly pull them down, making sure not to do it too fast as I hear them both inhale and hold their breath.

I lower my briefs to reveal my smooth round ass cheeks, bending over to pull them all the way down, revealing my slightly hairy crack and tight virgin hole to them. Then I turn around slowly as my hard dick is pointing in their direction. Both men exhale as they stare at my 6 inch cut throbbing cock with its thick knob and nice round balls hanging closely underneath. Francis looks back up to my face, right in the eye and says "you ready?"

I nod.

He stands up and walks over to me, placing one hand on my chest and the other on my ass. Jack stays seated as he smokes his cigar and watches.

Francis' hand is rubbing slowly over my chest and back as he starts to lower himself to his knees, rubbing his hands along the crevice of my back and down between my ass cheeks until both hands are cupping each cheek.

His face is directly in front of my hard cock as he says to me "I've never had one as young as you before."

I don't reply but instead place a hand on the back of his head, lightly massaging it.

"I've only fucked guys my own age and that was when I was married," he reveals.

I'll be his first dick in over ten years. The thought races through my mind as I realize how thrilling it is to be able to satisfy such a hunger in someone so much higher up the corporate ladder than myself.

He wraps his wet lips around my throbbing head and slowly allows my cock to enter his mouth. I close my eyes and let out a moan. It's been over a year for me too.

Francis starts to bob his head as his tongue rotates around my head and shaft. It feels so good. His moustache meets with my pubes that I haven't trimmed in almost a year as the hair on his chin meets with my balls each time he moves in. After several minutes, he releases me from his grasp and stands up.

"You like that, son?" he asks me in his deep, rough yet warm voice.

"I do," I reply, as I look at Jack who has finished his cigar. Francis sits back on the couch as Jack stands up and comes over toward me, instantly grabbing my wet cock and giving it a light tug.

"It's only been a week for me," he says slyly as he places his mouth on my shoulder and starts kissing it while jerking off my cock with on hand and rubbing my back with the other. Soon he is moving down to my chest, licking my nipples as his hands move to the area just behind my balls. I moan louder now, realizing just how good this feels. Within a minute, Jack is on his knees pushing his face into my crotch, my balls slapping against his smooth chin as his nose pushes into my bush. I start panting at this point when Francis stands back up and comes over to stand behind me. He's taller than I am at about 6'1. As Jack is pushing his head in and out of my crotch, Francis pushes his clothed front side into my naked backside and I can feel his round belly against the curve of my back and the lump in his pants pushing into my ass crack. Then he starts kissing my shoulders as he wraps his arms around my chest with his hands feeling up and down my belly.

The feeling of these two 60-something year old men serving my entire body is more than I would have ever expected. I'm getting close to cumming but I want it to last as long as I can. Jack's sucking has started to make loud slurping noises as Francis has his hands on my hips with his tongue moving between my ass cheeks.

Suddenly the doorbell rings and everything stops. My dick comes out of Jack's mouth as he looks at me, giving me a mischievous smile. "Someone's here," he says. I suddenly start to get into panic mode as my heart starts racing even faster and I begin to feel flush. Francis stands up but keeps his embrace around me with his hands around my waist as Jack goes to the door and opens it.

"Ronald! John! C'mon in!" He greets them.

Both men walk into the living room and automatically look shocked at the site before them with Jack smiling proudly beside them.

I'm standing buck naked in the middle of the living room with Francis behind me, his arms around me and his hands brushing through my thick pubes. "We've just been entertaining our young friend here but we're almost done." he says.

I feel embarrassed but also a new heightened sense of excitement. These two newcomers were both strangers to me. Ronald, a dark-haired man in his mid-50s with a thick moustache wearing a full-on business suit and John, a grey haired thin man wearing a sweater and jeans who looked to be in his late 60s or even 70.

"This would the jackpot, eh, Frank?" John says as he chuckles. "What's your name?" he asks me.

"Charles," I respond.

"Nice to meet you in all your glory, Charles." John says as he looks me up and town, with the same type of hunger in his eyes that Francis had had.

Ronald has a much more stern look on his face as he walks over to me. He cups my balls in his hand and gives them a light squeeze. "Nice set you have here, son," as he then grazes my hard dick with his finger and heads toward the kitchen.

"Yes, let's move to the dining table," Francis says as the men start toward there.

Assuming my role here is done, I reach down for my briefs.

"No need for that, Charles." Francis says. "You can keep those off. Give us old men a little taste of youth for a bit longer, eh? Come on in with us."

So I follow him in, still completely naked in a room with four older professional men.

I stand closer to Francis as the four men sit at the table, each with a beer. Francis and Jack both light another cigar each as Ronald takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it. My erection has gone down a bit but it's still at half mast when Francis turns his head toward it and gives it a flirty tongue lick.

"Why don't we push back the poker a bit and focus on our little friend here," Ronald suggests out of the blue. I wasn't sure what Ronald thought of me since he appears so stern all the time but it was helpful to know he was interested.

"You know what, Ronny, that's a great idea!" Francis proclaims. "Charles, why don't you climb up on the table here and lie down."

I'm unsure if he's serious until he stands up from his chair and allows me to use it to get me on the table. So I do.

"Place your head at my end though." he adds.

I lie on my back on the table, and on top of a couple decks of cards and a bunch of poker chips as the men are all sitting around me, oogling my body with their eyes and feeling it with their hands.

I love the attention.

The men aren't saying anything as their hands wander all over but every few seconds I hear a groan or a grunt while feeling hands across my chest, my belly, my dick and balls, through my pubes, between my legs, up and down my thighs. It's incredible.

Within five minutes, the door opens and I hear more voices. At this point, I'm fine with having a bigger audience.

"Randy and Joe are here," I hear Francis say to the others but his attention is clearly on me.

"Where is everyone?" I hear a voice call.

"In here!" Jack replies back.

The two men appear in the room and both stop in their tracks.

"What do we have here?" one man who ends up being Randy says. Randy is a short guy, kind of scraggelly looking with longer uneven hair and a five o'clock shadow, about late 40s. The other guy, Joe, early 40s, is taller, bigger than any of the others, about 300lbs, and looks hairy as tufts of hair come out from the top of his shirt with his belly hanging out over his pants and through the bottom of his t- shirt.

Both men sit at the two remaining empty chairs set up at the table and observe the naked 23-year-old body lying in front of them, as four sets of hands are fondling. They both look confused but quickly start to feel me up too when Francis stands up. Being that he was seated where my head was, he unzips his pants as he tells me to turn over onto my front. The hands momentarily stop to give me a few seconds to turn over before they proceed, now having easy access to my plump ass.

Francis pulls out the hard cock that I felt through his pants earlier on and places it directly in front of my eyes. It has a strong musky smell and has plenty of grey pubes popping out from his pants as he tells me to open my mouth. He inserts his cock and starts thrusting his hips into me. Not too rough but enough for his 6 and a half inch cock head to hit against the back of my throat.

I close my eyes at this new change of direction. I've sucked cocks before but they were also smooth and younger. This one was different. It was thick, average length, cut, sweaty and musky. Delicious!

Several minutes pass before I notice Jack standing just to the right of Francis, forming a lineup to get into my mouth. Next to Jack was Ronald who was also in line with a bulge in his front. The other three men continues to fondle me, sometimes licking my skin, sometimes sticking a tongue right into my rosebud.

Francis pulls out and Jack moves in, his belly hovering over my face as he unzip his pants and pulls out his dick. It looks to be about 4 inches long and thin, but uncut. He shoves it into my mouth, thrusting harder than Francis did as he places his hands on my head, pushing it into his belly fat. Jack also had grey pubs but they weren't as long. Meanwhile, I can feel a face going into between my ass cheeks that I figure is Ronald because I can feel face-fuzz against my skin. It kind of feels like sand paper but I'm too turned on and horny to care. With that, I let out a loud moan.

"He loves it," Joe bellows.

Jack continues to push his crotch into my face as hard as he could as I hear him panting and feel sweat dripping from underneath his shirt and onto my forehead and nose.

"My turn," Ronald says sternly but shakily. Jack pulls out and takes a seat next to me as he wipes his forehead and catches his breath while Ronald steps in front of me and removes his belt. Ronald is the most professionally dressed one but when he pulls down the front of his pants, he is the most unkempt so far. A huge bush that extends the length of his 5 inch dick, which has extra foreskin that has caught some of his pubes. Even when hard, his head isn't showing. He retracts the foreskin to reveal it along with the scent of cheese before he shoves it all into my mouth.

I gag at first but quickly learn to take this one, pubes and all. Because Ronald's bush is so thick, he has a stronger aroma than Francis or Jack did and the hair continues to brush into my nose and my chin. Unsure of why, I rotate my tongue around the end of his dick to push back his foreskin and lick up his head cheese. It doesn't have much of a taste other than being quite salty.

Ronald pulls out to make room for John, the oldest man here. John stands in front of me and sticks his semi-erect dick into my mouth. Despite not being fully hard yet, it is easily 8 inches long so I wonder whether it will fit in my mouth when it grows. By this time, all of the other men are standing over me, drinking, laughing and cheering.

While John pumps himself into my mouth, Francis goes to the kitchen and returns with a bottle.

"Let's rub him with oil," he says as the other men voice their agreements.

Then I feel a liquid being poured onto my back and hands rubbing it over my body, up my arms and down my legs. John joins in with the rubbing as Randy steps in for his turn as being serviced.

Randy is wearing jogging pants as he simply pulls down the front of them to reveal no underwear and a cleaning shaven area. Surprising considering he was the messiest of the bunch. His rod is thin. Pencil thin. And about 5 inches but it's hard as steal when it goes in my mouth. Randy is the roughest one so far as he thrusts in and out fast, completely taking his cock out of my mouth before inserting it again. It's hard to get a good suck on it because he's going so fast but he clearly enjoys himself as he says "oh yeah! oh yeah" with each thrust. He quickly tires himself out.

Last but not least in the blowjob train is Joe. The 300lb hairy bear of a man who moves up and leans down close to my face. "Are you enjoying this?" he asks quietly?

"Yeah," I whisper.

"Good." He says. "I've never been sucked off by a dude before." He adds. "I haven't been sucked off by a girl before either."

Then he takes out his dick, which is 8 inches and incredibly thick as he puts his knob to my lips. "Open up," he says. I open my mouth as far as I can and it goes in, my mouth making just enough room for his monster as he shoves it in. He had already been sweating and combined with his incredibly hairy belly, his body oder was almost as intense as the giant cock in my mouth. For this one, I reached my greased up arms and wrapped them around Joe. Knowing he'd never had this experience before, I wanted him to enjoy it even if it was too much for me so I grabbed his pants from behind and pulled them down. Then I placed my hands on his ass and pushed him into my face as much as I could. Joe let out a deep, loud, growling moan as he suddenly jumped, pulling himself slightly away as he shot his first load down my throat. He thrust again, this time pulling his cock out of my mouth but still staying close enough to shoot another load onto my lips and chin, and then another load hit my face. Joe violently orgasmed 5 of 6 more loads of cum all over my face as he loudly growled before sitting down, gasping and out of breath.

The other men cheered him on as I lay, my face covered in his warm, sticky, musky cum. His first successful blowjob.

Francis came back and told me to get on my back again. It was time to finish this up.

I did what he told me to as the remaining five men hovered over me with their dicks out as they all started pumping them over my body, hoping to add to the drying gobs of cum already on my face.

As the men jerked themselves off, they all panted, grunted and moaned while eyeing my naked body down with blank, devious stares. I reached up and started massaged the two sets of balls closest to me to help them out.

Randy, who was at the bottom end of the table suddenly grabs my legs and, thanks to my body being oiled up, pulls me further down the table so that my ass sat at the edge and my legs on his shoulders. As the other men adjusted their positions to once again stand over me jacking themselves off, Randy sticks his bush and 5 incher toward my exposed ass, oils up his dick and pushes it into my virgin hole.

I let out a yelp but go quiet as I quickly get used to the feeling of Randy's throbing dick pushing into my anus. He thrusts and grunts while still wearing his business suit as his eyes roll back into his head and his goes back as he lets out a yell. Suddenly I can feel his orgasmic juices flowing out of his cock inside me, all while Jack and John both shoot their loads onto my neck and chest. Seconds later, Francis shoots his load onto my belly and then Ronald finishes up, his load the biggest as it shoots across onto my face, chest and finally into my belly button.

Randy's dick starts to go soft as he pulls himself out of me. All of the men slump down into their seats and admire their work. I'm completely covered in oil and cum, lying on top of the dining room table and their poker cards and chips sticking to me.

"Good job, men." Francis says to everyone.

"Thanks for the hospitality." John replies back. "I never would have thought of this."

"What's say we head into the living room for our round of poker." Francis says as he stands up and buttons his pants back up. The others begin to do the same as Francis says to me. "You stay here, son. Let our juices dry onto your hot body. We may want to add to them after the game."

They all leave me lying on the table, completely alone and naked, covered with the cum of five men as the sixth's starts oozing out of my hole. I realize I haven't yet gotten off as my dick is still throbbing and hard, covered in jizz while I anticipate round two as the men laugh and play cards from the next room.

-The end for now

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