Gay Erotic Stories

(Part 1) Although I'd heard of such things, I never expected I'd experience 7-year itch. It's just so....heterosexual. But after seven years of the same cock up my still-after-all-these-years tight and grasping butt hole, I strayed. Mind you, I sort of felt like I had the right to, after my own beloved admitted to paying a street-walking boy $10 for a hand job (and a supposedly aborted blow job...) At the time, I was just glad he could admit to me what he'd done. And that he promised to knock off this kind of bullshit because messing around can be lethal if you're not careful. Then a couple of months back, it sort of hit me that at the age of 28, I've only had sex with 4 or 5 guys in my life. All of the sudden I felt like I'd missed out on Halloween, having hooked up with a steady partner at so young an age. So I decided to do the next best thing to fucking around. A chat line here in town features recorded messages of guys actually on the line. They page through the messages, searching for Mr. Right Now. My message was always the same. "Husky, cute cock sucker west of the city looking to practice on a big stiff one. Call me if you like to talk." Got me a lot of interesting phone sex, which I figured was safe since a lot of the other guys weren't necessarily looking for more than that anyway. One fellow who frequented the line intrigued me in particular. He never left the typical, "blond, blue, 8-inch rock-hard cock, bottom dude" type of description. Instead he would recite what sounded like bizarre verses of poetry. ("Who's behind closed doors? Blue Buddha.") When I sent him similarly bizarre messages, he surprised me by responding in kind... I found out later that he was reciting Marilyn Manson lyrics. Gotta be an oddball if he's quoting Manson, right? That's what I thought, anyway. After a few weeks of trading goofball comments, I finally asked him what he looked like. He wouldn't tell, of course, until I did. That's the rub for me on these lines. Everybody there is 6'2" with a 32" waist. And an 8" cock. Right. So I figure if I ever meet this guy (casually, of course) I can't lie and be a dip shit... so I tell him that at 5'11 and 215#, I could stand to lose a couple of pounds. Weird thing is that turns him on that I'm a little soft in places where I was harder 7 years ago... this was my first experience with someone who liked it (I personally hate it on me!) So now I want the return favor, right? But he won't tell me, only lets on that he's hairy. Now I'm horny and getting impatient. So I ask him, "How big is your cock?" I hear him splashing water, he tells me that he's in the bathtub. Still, no description of the mysterious cock, or it's owner. The answer I get: "I'm 26." Ooh. Younger guy. Naked, hairy, and totally wet. (As I am too at this point, only not in the bathtub...) My penis is reaching for 7.5 at this point. I'm practically begging him to tell me about his body, his cock. "Just know that you'd enjoy sucking my cock for hours on end. I'd get you naked on your knees and feed you. That's what you want, you want my cock planted down your throat, you want me to pump you full of it." I tried to respond, but he just kept talking. "That's what I really like is a cock sucker boy I can undress and plug with my dick. You like sucking dick for a long time, don't you? I can tell. You could suck my dick for 45 minutes straight before I need to come." "I'm jamming on my dick," I admitted. "I know." "Are you stroking yours?" "No. I just like talking to you, Buddy Boy. Like hearing your voice get all funny while you beat off for me. I'm gonna make you come." "Uh huh!" "How many times you beat off in a day? Three? Four?" "Sometimes." "And sometimes even more than that, don't you Buddy Boy? You're a good Cock sucker, I can tell. I'm gonna enjoy my dick head on your tonsils and my balls on your lips, Buddy Boy." "Oh, yeah, I wanna suck your...." "Ssshh, Buddy Boy, just be quiet and pump that boycock for me. I wanna hear you breathe and moan, and I definitely wanna hear you come. You gonna come for me, Buddy Boy?" "Oh yeah......" "That-a-boy, ride that wave for me... I want your butt involved in this event, baby... you got a dildo?" "I....I have a vibrator." "The kind that goes up your ass?" "Um, yeah." "Wet it. I want it up there in you now." "The batteries are dead..." "NOW!" Up my butt the spit-slicked vibrator went... much to the chagrin of my ever-tense butt hole, which grasped and protested and fought against each of the 8 ever-widening inches of the plug. All I could do was moan as my butt hole gave up the fight and accepted the dildo that widened and filled it. "Oooooooohhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh." "Mmm, that's right, take it into you for me. I like hearing my Buddy Boy plugging that tight little butt hole while you pump that slick Buddy Boy dick for me. You're gonna suck my cock for a long time when we meet, Buddy boy. Gonna come for you, get you wet. Cover you in sperm. You're gonna taste it, a lot of it. Then I'm gonna watch you jerk off. Close up. I have a few things I'd like to do to you to make you come." "Like what?" "Like you'll find out what when I do them to you. You got me hard now, too. I don't jerk off on the phone but you got me pumpin. Hearing you moan when that vibrator slid up into you almost made me shoot... You getting close?" "I been close for 5 minutes now..." "Okay, Buddy Boy, just imagine my thighs straddling your face and my hairy balls dropping into your mouth, my dick on your chin, the head dragging on your chest, and I'm rotating a couple of fingers in your butt, swiveling them right up your ass...Yeah, lick my balls, taste them, they make you wanna come....." "OH FUCK." I shot cum up onto my chest as he started to sperm at the other end of the line. It was a fucking good orgasm. One of the best I can remember, lots of it, all over me, with the dildo punching my prostate and my phone-buddy fucking my mind... After a minute of heavy breathing and a few muttered "oh fuck's", he came back to reality. "So, Buddy Boy, you have a boyfriend, don't you?" "Well, yeah....how did you know that?" "Nice boys like you are usually taken. Just my luck, I guess. "Yeah, well, yes, but it's not the best thing in the world right now." "I hear you. So you wanna meet up sometime? Just to meet, not necessarily to screw or anything...." "Yeah, that sounds harmless." "Okay, Buddy Boy, talk to you next time," he chuckled. And with that my mysterious friend clicked off, and the line went dead (my membership expired), leaving me with a one handful of dial tone, the other full of cum, and my boy hole still grasping and releasing dildo, still 8 inches up me, making me feel good, reminding me of the pleasure of the cum I had just blown out of my still-hard cock...I started to stroke my penis again, the sperm lubing my fingers, my ass clutching the plug in my ass, wondering what this guy was about, and why it was making me so fucking hard the way he called me Buddy Boy..." To be continued. The next part is a must read if you're into being dominated (like I am)