Gay Erotic Stories

After too many years of trying to play it straight and realizing I wasn’t I started searching the web for a site that would lead me others that were of the same nature and feelings as I. After only a couple of encounters and still being fairly new at this I wasn’t too sure what I would run into. I came across a list of “gay” bars that all claimed to be a great spot to meet and make contacts in my area. Having never heard of most of the place and not knowing what to expect I picked one that had a name I could relate to called ‘Johnny Come Lately’, sounding kind of Irish not too far from my place. Living close to downtown in an area that gets busy with the nightlife crowd, I decided to walk to Johnny’s to avoid parking hassles. Still feeling uncertain about the place I had chosen, I thought I would dress casual. I put on a short sleeve polo shirt, shorts and my only clean pair of tennis shoes. It had been a warm summer so far and the only shorts I had that were clean and somewhat presentable is an older pair of tennis shorts. They may be a little shorter now than when I first started wearing them but they still looked nice. I was a little leery with the length for my first night out; however, after checking myself out in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty good. My tanned legs made me feel good about it. Taking one more quick glance in the mirror, I grabbed my keys and headed out. As I hit the street I could tell it was going to be a busy night and glad I chose to walk. It took me about 20 minutes to walk to Johnny’s. As I approached the main entrance I noticed that there were a lot of people, nice looking guys, making their way into the bar. Once inside it took a minute for me to adjust to the low light level and to realize that this is a bar full of mostly men. All kinds and types of men. The décor of the bar was somewhere between your average sports bar and neighborhood pub. There were a couple of large screen TVs suspended from the ceiling, a long wood topped bar with a full length mirror against the far wall. To the left was a wide open area with a small stage and clothed tables with chairs. To the right was a group of chairs with two sofas. A dance floor took up the center area of the bar. As I make my way up to the bar a couple of guys smiled and seemed to check me out as I passed. Not too sure how to react I kept making my way towards the bar thinking how great a cold beer is going to taste. I found an open spot at the end of the bar and grabbed the only remaining stool. I ordered a large mug of the house draft and started checking out my surroundings. Looking down the row of guys sitting at the bar a couple of them seemed to be looking back my way. A few of the guys got my attention but seemed to be preoccupied with themselves or with the one they were with. The expectation was the two guys half way down who kept looking my way. I made eye contact with one of them, nodded as I smiled and took another sip of beer. Taking a long pull of beer, I noticed they started talking. As I put my glass down and asked for another draw, one of the guys stood up and turned towards me. I thought to myself, what am I going to say if he comes up and wants talks to me – hoping that he would. He moved down the line of stools to where I was and said that his name was John and that he hadn’t seen me in here before, classic line. I told him my name is Doug and that this is the first time I have been to Johnny’s. He asked how I like it as he looked down at my legs that were totally exposed sitting on the stool. I said fine so far and asked if he came often – another classic line. He said that he does and that the place really gets rocking once the music starts around 9:00 PM. By this time his friend was moving towards us. As his friend walked up, the stool next to me became vacant so John sat down as he introduced his friend to me as Marc. I said hi to Marc and asked them both if they would like a beer. They both said sure and appreciated my offer. I ordered a round and told Marc I was sorry that here wasn’t a place for him to sit. He said it was ok and suggested that we try to find a table we could sit at before the place got too crowded. Good idea I said to him turning in my stool to look and see if there are any open tables. John was thinking the same thing as he turned in his stool our knees collided. John grabbed my bare knee and said he was sorry. I tapped his pant leg saying the same. John said he was ok and rubbed the side of my leg as he stood up. His touch felt good and was surprised I liked it. I stood up as Marc said he spotted a table towards the back of the room and headed across the open floor. John and I followed with our beers in hand. I noticed a couple of other guys watching me as I walked to our table. I realized that my shorts were riding a little high on my thighs from sitting at the bar. I felt it may be too obvious to pull them down so I waited until I got to our table. I started to adjust them as I sat down but stopped when John commented on my tan, chuckling, he said he has always been a “leg man” and liked the looks of mine. I’m sure I blushed and told him he was being to kind as Marc sat down next to me. Marc didn’t waste any time in pressing his knee against my leg under the table. John sat down across from me and stretched his legs out under the table touching mine. I thought this might get interesting and took a drink of my beer looking around the room to see what else was going on. Looking up I noticed that the ceiling in this area appeared to be one large mirror that gave a bird’s eye view. John said that the DJ should be starting soon and asked me if I liked to dance. I’m sure he could tell by the look on my face that he had caught me off guard. I told him I haven’t for awhile and possible never with another guy – except once in high school on a dare. He laughed and said I would certainly have a lot to choose from tonight and that I would probably be kept busy especially with “those legs”. Marc assured me that he would help me keep up. I laughed and said that shouldn’t be a problem. As we were talking John was running his leg up and down between mine and would push them a little further apart every couple of moves. Marc pressed in closer to my side and asked if I wanted another drink. I told him why not the night was young. As he was getting up to go to the bar he leaned over me and slid his hand across my chest lingering long enough to softly pinch my right nipple. I smiled and said that he better hurry before the bar got too busy. I watched him walk across the dance floor towards the bar and thought he had a nice looking ass. I felt myself getting hard just as John, who had taken his shoes off, was moving his left foot up my leg and under my shorts stopping right at my ass cheek. I could feel him wiggling his toes trying to work his way up towards my man hole. The beers were starting to take effect thinking I should go with the feeling, I slid down in the chair just enough allowing John to move in closer. Marc returned with our drinks and did the same with his hand as he did when leaving only pinching my nipple harder. As he sat down his left hand moved right for my crotch and he felt my hard on I was trying to conceal by sliding further under the table. That gave John more room to hit his target and I felt his toes pressing against my hole. Glancing up at the mirror seeing John, I stretched further under the table with Marc’s arm across my lap. Marc started to rub the bulge in my shorts as I reached over to feel what he had. Marc slowly unbuttoned his shirt and moved my hand under his opened shirt to his left nipple. I slowly fingered the tip with John digging deeper in my hole. Just as I thought we were getting in rhythm the DJ started the show off with a blasting AC/DC tune – not one of my favorites – and got everyone heading for the dance floor. Marc sat up grabbed my arm and said let’s go as John pulled his foot away from my ass and leaned down to put on his shoes. I told Marc I couldn’t stand up with my raging hard on so he pulled my shirt down over my shorts saying that should do it. We took off for the floor as John watched and started talking to a couple of guys who had come up to our table. Marc and I hit the floor with him pulling me around until I got my mojo and started moving with rest of the crowd. Every chance Marc got to pinch my ass and/or nipples he took. I tried to respond but couldn’t keep up with his moves. I suddenly had a great urge to kiss him so when he moved in closer I grabbed his neck pulling him to my face and planted a lip lock on him. I don’t think either one of use could hear the music as our tongues slid into each other. I felt someone pinch my ass a couple of times as we kissed. I opened an eye to see that it was one of the guys John had been talking to providing the pinching. At this time I was more interested in Marc with his tongue in my throat and warm bulge in his pants against mine than I was with pincher. The DJ put another heavy metal song on; the floor was hopping, so Marc and I keep our routine going. In between his gropes, nipple twisters, our swollen cocks, deep tongue kisses and foreign pinches my ass kept getting, I was ready for a break and another beer. We worked our way back to our table. John was still there and had ordered us all another round. Just as Marc and I were getting ready to sit down, the two guys John had been talking to and had provided the ass pinching joined us. One of them beats me to the chair. He said I could set in his lap if I wanted or go dance with his friend. John smiled and said go on and dance with the guy and that he liked watching me move my ass. I took a long drink of beer, looked at Marc who seemed a little annoyed but said go ahead. So, feeling my options were limited, I finished my beer, grab the guys hand and said let’s go. By the time we hit the floor he had one hand down my shorts and the other under my shirt tweaking my nipples as he rubbed my cock head. Of course I was still very turned on and thought what the hell he can’t fuck me on the dance floor. I was really starting to get into the dance with a lot of rump bumping , leg grinding and sweaty hands all over your body when I felt someone behind right on my ass. I could feel a cock move up my leg, under my shorts and right to my ass crack as the guy I was dancing with turned into me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me up as my man hole was invaded. It felt good so I pushed back on his cock as he moved in deeper. I tried to see who it was but my dance partner had such a strong grip on me I could not turn around. I had a feeling it might have been the other guy from our table. We kept moving around the dance floor as I tried to keep time with the in and out action my ass was getting. I started to moan softly as my partner moved his hand to my shorts and rubbed my cock I was getting fucked. With all this action I felt the need to suck and moved my hand to my partner’s swollen cock. Taking the pre cum off his cockhead, I put my fingers in my mouth sucking the cum off. While still moving with the music, his cock moving up and down inside me, I felt him explode. The warm liquid slowly slides out as he pulled away. The dance was coming to an end so we worked our way back towards our table. I was ready for another beer and rest. When I got to the table I noticed my partner had disappeared as I sat down with Marc and John. Marc looked like he had been dancing and was a little sweaty, John seemed anxious as he moved his chair next to me. He asked if I was all right and handed me a beer. I wasn’t too sure how much he knew about my dance floor experience but I actually felt ok about. This isn’t what I had imagined for my first fuck of the evening, however, the sensation of a cock in my man hole and the warm cum inside felt great. John asked if I want to move over to the sofa area where it may be a little quieter and the seats were more comfortable. Grabbing my beer and pulling my shorts down as I stood up I said sure maybe there would be more room there and asked Marc to get me another beer. I offered to buy a round but he said he would cover it as John and I walked over to the sofa. Three guys were just getting up when we got there and told us it was all ours. I sat down on the middle cushion while John took the seat next to the wall leaving the other for Marc. My shorts rode up again as I sat down and John reached over to put his hand on my thigh. He told me that Marc had been on the dance floor and saw what his “friends” were doing. He said Marc was getting excited and wanted John to come out but told him he would wait until I came back to the table. I told him not to worry and that I unexpectedly enjoyed it. He moved his hand a little higher on my thigh and turned towards me. As our faces met, he started to kiss me. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in as he moved his other hand under my shirt and rubbed my nipples. This gave me an instant hard on and felt John’s fingers on my cock under my shorts. I sucked harder on his tongue. Marc sat down next to us and put our drinks on the table next to the sofa. He turned to me putting his hand under my ass as I reached over to touch his crotch that had started to harden. John pulled his tongue out of my mouth and whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me and has ever since he saw my tan legs and round ass. I moaned a little because Marc was squeezing my ass cheeks and giggled as John stuck his tongue in my ear. By now I was totally turned on and leaned against John wanting to lie down and put my ass up for his cock to enjoy. Marc let his fingers do the walking and was working his way up to my hole while I pulled John’s zipper wanting to taste his cock. We were all getting very hot and knew this may be too public for us to be doing this. We continued on. I had John’s cock half way out of his pants and bent over to lick his head as Marc turned my ass and had three fingers in up to his fist. Few guys had gathered around to watch the action and urge us on. The way they were standing block the view of us from the bar area. Again, being a little new to this I wasn’t sure how far we could go as I took more of John’s cock in my throat. I felt Marc pulling down my shorts and his hard cock against my ass cheeks. I was deep throating John as Marc rammed me as hard as he could. I could feel Marc’s balls against my ass so I pumped my hips as he pumped me. I could hear guttural sounds from the group around us as Marc attempted to rip me a new one. John was ready to explode in my mouth and tried to pull away but I had a tongue lock on his cock. He squirted, I swallowed, he squirted, I swallowed – loving every drop of his love juices. Marc was coming to full cycle and I could tell his was starting slow down. I could feel him leaning back and heard a muffled yelp as he unloaded. Marc pulled out and fell back in his seat. John helped me sit back up and pulled my shorts up to my knees. Our audience gave a soft clap and turned back to the bar. Marc handed us our drinks, smiled, and said that I was a pretty good fuck. I took another long drink, finished pulling up my shorts and smoothed out my shirt. I said that I was glad he enjoyed it. I told John I was sorry that he didn’t get a shot at it, maybe next time. I threw back the rest of my drink and told Marc and John that I had to be on my way. It had been an eventful evening and it was late. Walking back to my place I treasured the events of the evening thinking I will have to do this again, real soon….