Gay Erotic Stories

I don’t recall exactly when I first saw him, but remember thinking how much I wanted to get him in bed!

A real bad boy type, hopping out of his beat up blue Ford pickup, grabbing his work stuff from the truck bed and then heading towards my building. Jeans, sweaty t-shirt and work boots! Let me at him I thought!! All man and he was certainly the best eye-candy that was living in my building.

I had just moved back to Small-town USA after ending an 18 year relationship with the ex. It was amicable. Time to move on as we had unfortunately grown apart. I guess that can happen when there is a sixteen year age difference. It was not an easy decision to make having just turned fifty-three, but I figure we both have a few good years ahead of us so why not try and make the most of them. I’m Rob, a relatively conservative, quiet, guy next door type. At 53 I am in the best shape of my life after investing the time, energy and money over the past year and a half working out with a trainer three day a week. I am five ten and a very solid 192 pounds, blue eyes, short brown hair and a close cropped goatee.

I’d see him early mornings during the week as I was out having my morning smoke on my second floor apartment deck. He’d come out of one of the apartments in my building, get in the pickup, rev the engine and head off to work at 7:15 sharp. Weeks later we’d start to wave hello or give the head nod and then eventually holding a short conversation as he headed to his pickup. One morning actually introducing ourselves by name. He’s Keith. What a stud-like name, it certainly fit his appearance! HE is hot as an August day. Small in stature at around five foot six, short wavy dark hair, a soul patch on his chin and his cocky swagger. His nicely defined build was both a natural gift and from working his construction job as a roofer.

I’d soon find out he moved in with the woman right next door to me.

I met Teri when she moved into the complex in May, just a month after me. No way would I have thought this was the type of guy she would hook up with. She has a high level executive job at the local hospital. She is always impeccably dressed and very reserved. Regardless, Teri knew my story and I am sure she shared it with Keith once he had moved in.

The warmth of summer passed. Fall was approaching and finally winter had set in, dumping snow on the area weekly. I would see Keith less as the months went by. It was too cold to wait on the deck to try to catch Keith each morning for a quick hello or a friendly wave. When I did have the opportunity to catch him, it was a great start to my day!

Sometime over the winter months Teri’s 25 year old son had moved into the apartment as well. Lazy and jobless, I would soon find out that he was often the reason for their constant arguing. Teri babied the kid and he took advantage of the situation. One night I had arrived home from work and the kid was outside the apartment. He locked himself out and Teri and Keith were out to dinner. I invited him in and he called the maintenance person to unlock the door as Teri and Keith would not be back anytime soon. I was making dinner and told him he could hang out in the den and watch TV while waiting for the maintenance person. After about 30 minutes, they arrived and let him into the unit. The following Friday evening the doorbell rang. It was Keith with a bottle of Crowne thanking me for taking care of the kid when he got locked out. I invited him in for a drink. I poured us each a drink, me Crowne and water, while Keith drank a Crowne and Coke. We stood around the kitchen island talking. Well mostly Keith was talking, confessing that the only reason he moved in with Teri was that he would be losing his driver’s license for a year due to a DUI he received the previous year and had failed to complete the Community Service hours imposed on him by the court. Teri would now need to drive him to and from work and already was holding it over his head. He went on about how the kid moving in had put a wedge between he and Teri and how he doesn’t clean up after himself and that they never have any private time anymore. I just listened and agreed with Keith as he downed a few drinks making the occasional comment about things that annoyed me with my past relationship and the jerks I had been meeting since moving back to the area. It was starting to get late and we were both a bit buzzed. Keith reached for the Crowne, poured himself another drink. After a bit of silence Keith said “Well I guess gay relationships are no different that straight ones” With that he said goodbye and headed out the door, drink in hand.

I cleaned up the counter, and headed for bed. I was exhausted from a long week at work and was past ready to crawl into bed and get a good night’s sleep.

The following Friday night at 9:27 my phone went off. It was a text from Keith

Keith: You around? I still got your glass Me: NP, you need a refill? Keith: Sure, watching TV, she’s asleep. I’ll B over in a few. Me: K, see you soon. Door is unlocked just come in

I was working on my third drink of the night and had one sitting on the counter for Keith when he walked in just a few minutes later. As usual, we hung out at the kitchen island talking about work and him complaining about Teri and the kid. We finished that round of drinks, I poured us another and motioned to Keith to head over to the living area. He took the couch and I sat in the chair nearest him. An hour and a few drinks later, I had finally gotten the nerve to make a move on Keith. I was drunk and figured I could use that as my excuse should he get pissed off and walk out. Keith saw that I was staring at him and asked what was up. I sat quiet for just a moment and then reached over and put my hand on his leg. Keith immediately flinched and pulled away. I apologized for my drunken actions. Keith said not to worry, he had just never been hit on by a guy before. Again I apologized. And then it happened. The words just fell out of my mouth. “If you ever need someone to take care of your needs, well……… I’m available” Keith chuckled and again said no worries Rob. The conversation stopped as I think we both needed to regain our composure when out of the blue Keith said to go and make sure the door was locked. Did I hear him correctly? Well I was out of the chair, had the door locked and was back into the living area in a quick moment. I grabbed our drink glasses and poured us each another drink. I went back to the living area, handed Keith his drink and placed mine on the end table next to the chair. I pulled the coffee table away from the couch and got on my knees in front of Keith. He said he had never done this with a guy before and I assured him I would stop if he got weirded out. He leaned back on the couch and in one quick motion his jeans and boxers were down around his ankles. Keith was already bone hard. His ample cock is 6 ½ inches with a wicked curve to the right! I was happy to see that he shaves his balls with just a small tuft of hair remaining right above his cock. Similar to the soul patch on his chin.

There was no reason to wait, so in one motion I had taken this straight dudes cock balls deep into my throat.

Keith was more than eager to fill my mouth! Well, maybe just more than eager to have a hot mouth on his apparently neglected straight cock! He was moaning while pumping his hips upwards, thrusting his ample cock down my throat again and again. Within a few minutes, Keith shot his load, pulled up his boxers and jeans, grabbed his drink and headed out the door without another word.

Drunk and pleased with myself for having blown this hot guy, as quick as it was. I crawled into bed feeling rather pleased with myself.

Morning brought me back to the reality of what had just happened. I woke feeling exceptionally guilty and not knowing what the next encounter with Keith or for that matter, Teri would bring. As I stood on the deck having my ritual morning coffee and cigarette, I was actually shaken to the core that what I did was a HUGE mistake. How would I face Keith again and did he tell Teri?? Did she smell sex on him when he climbed into bed last night?? Knowing he was at my place she would have known something other than having a few drinks with the neighbor had occurred.

I left for work at 9:30 that morning and was anxious all day. I kept running the events of last night through my head. As much as I had scored this super straight guy and had gotten him drunk enough to let me blow him, I was unprepared for what was to happen, at least what I thought would happen when I saw him the next time.

Prior to leaving work, I checked my cell phone and there was the text. Keith: You gonna be home tonight Me: Yes, leaving work now, will be home by 5:30 Keith: K, I’ll see you later

Fuck, this cannot be good. I was ready to vomit!

I went home from work and immediately poured myself a drink. A few hours later I was pretty wasted when the phone buzzed.

Keith: You home? Me: Y Keith, K, see you in a few

It was already after 9PM. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Keith came in like nothing happened. We started talking about nothing in particular while having a drink. We ended up back in the living area, me on the chair and Keith on the couch. The same place we were the night before. Keith and I finished our drinks. I grabbed the glasses and headed to the kitchen to pour us another. Heading back to the living room I told Keith that I was sorry about last night, that I was drunk. He said he did he didn’t know what I was talking about and changed the subject. I figured we were good with each other and that would be the end of it.

Keith chugged down the next drink and said to go make sure the door was locked. He liked what we did last night and he wanted to do it again. I could not have heard him right. I just sat there until Keith said again to go and make sure the door was locked. There was no way I was going to pass up this outright invitation, so I went and confirmed the door was in fact locked. I even made sure the deadbolt was on. By the time I returned to the living area, Keith removed his cargo shorts and t-shirt. He always looked sexy, seeing him there naked except for his work boots and his baseball cap……………………. Well I did not need any more motivation to get on my knees and start to work his cock and shaved balls. Tonight I was only slightly buzzed and was certainly in no hurry to make him cum. His hands immediately held my head as my mouth rode up and down on his cock. Once deep in my throat I would hold him there and work my throat muscles on his cock. It drove him wild! I could feel his nutt building up in his balls and wanted this to last as long as possible. There I was again on my knees servicing this hot mother fucking straight guy who just happened to return for an encore performance! I licked and sucked on his balls as I stared up at him. He was watching me work his balls looking down at me. After working his balls I went back to working on his cock sucking in just the head and then pulling off making a loud popping sound. He moaned. I did it a few more times and he moaned again and started guiding my mouth balls deep onto his cock. I knew he was ready to blow and I wanted to taste that hot cum again. He held me down on his cock and started to thrust deeper in my throat, moaning and cussing as he got nearer to shooting his load in my throat. With one final thrust he let out a long sigh, I felt load after load slide down my throat. His cum tastes so good. Manly and strong! I continued to suck him until he started to soften and the sensation became too much for him.

Catching his breath, he got up and walked naked to the bathroom to piss. I followed so I could watch him and to get out a clean washcloth so he could clean up before going home.

I went back to the kitchen and poured us another drink. Keith came back into the living area and sat back down on the couch making no attempt to get dressed. He sat there bare assed naked except for his work boots , ball cap and his sexy smile, motioning me to get back down on his cock, I got up from the chair, dropped to my knees and went back down on him without hesitation. In no time he was stone hard again and within minutes shot another warm load down my throat.

I’ll continue with this real-life story with my neighbor if you guys are interested. Keith and I have been “drinking Buds” now for the past two months. Sometimes he stops over once a week and he’s been here as many as four times in a week.