Gay Erotic Stories

I mean, I remember tossin’ and turnin’ in bed, all worked up and frustrated and pissed off for reasons I didn’t understand. Pillow was never comfortable, sheet tangled around my feet. I was thinking about playing pool with him the previous weekend and his stupid, Kentucky grin and then started realizing most of my mental pictures of him was when he was concentrating real hard on a shot and bent over the green felt and his thick, round butt was just pouting – strainin’ against his stupid, faded jeans and pushing out. Meaty. Doughy. Ripe.

I kept getting this image of a hairy distended hole, lips stretched - stretched and sore - and tender, wet-lookin’, and just then, a fat drool of sperm - my sperm – slinks out and it sticks to the wet, wrinkled flesh as if it’s pissed off it got pushed out, separated from the goopy flood floating inside dat warm flesh.

Was it Tex’s ass I saw and smelled? Was that his quiet moan with my brew in him stewin’ around? No, naw. I kept tellin’ myself that it was a clit – a chick, a woman I fucked. So I’d jack off a little bit thinking about this imaginary woman, lose my hardon, and then eventually try to sleep. But then these random thoughts about drinking and playing pool, and Tex’s butt would grope me, my warm, goopy sperm trapped in it... Tex, that’s his name, well, a nickname we gave him at work ‘cause he has this thick Kentucky accent and we all knew that it pissed him off when we called him Tex.

(I knew you guys were doing that to get me pissed – I *knew* it!)

Oh yeah. Good ol’ Tex is typing for me right now while I dictate this story. I’m drinking a Rock standing here putting on CDs and he’s wearing my old piss-stained jockstrap typing at my computer. Why? ‘Cause he’s my bitch. Dick Bitch.

He’ll probably sneak his comments in parentheses now and then. But if you know what’s good for you, DB, you’ll type *exactly* what I say or else I’ll go jack off into the toilet and flush your evening sperm load away. I’ll make you watch. No throat full of salty, goopy jizz for my little Dick Bitch tonight.

(I’m typing it good, Marcus. I’m doin’ it right.)

Good. I know you luved my cream too much to do it any other way. I should let the rest of you know – DB’s not the only one who’s into it - I love my sperm. Thick, mostly bland and somehow little bit of spicy aftertaste, and gobs of it. When I was a teenager I worried at first, ‘cause, I mean, it just kept shooting out, ropey squirt after squirt, more, more, followed by more, then another tingly wave right from my nuts and a few MORE powerhouse squirts after that. I would soak my thighs down to my knees--both legs. I learned to love its richness, thickness, and the flavorless spicy flavor, how it felt on my lips and tongue. By age 20, I realized that for sex, I hadda find someone who worshiped my dick goop more than me.

Didn’t think it would be a guy.

(Yeah, well I didn’t think I’d be any guy’s spunk monkey neither.)

That long, sleepless night, I finally dragged my sorry ass out of bed at 4:00 am and went to the bathroom to shower or just get out of bed. I slowly trudged into the bathroom and as soon as I flipped on the light, I said it out loud before I even really thought about it.

“I need to nail that kid’s ass.”

I knew instantly it was true – I wanted to fuck him--hard.

I wanted Tex to cry in my arms, crying real fuckin’ baby tears, because it hurt and at the same time he couldn’t help but want me in him deeper, and I wanted to hear him moan, “It’s too much! Pull out!” but I wouldn’t, not then, but later when I did pull my limp, spent dick out of that round hairy butt, he would shiver and be sad, my silent, wet withdrawal, and his open ass lips making a tiny little “o,” as if in regret I was pulling away. Yup, I needed his ass.

Generally speaking, I tend to get what I want. I went back to bed and started planning.

See, thing about Tex is that he basically a straight boy – ain’t got not doubt about that. I’d seen some of the skanky chicks he tried to score. And once in a while, did score. Kid’s kinda cute I guess, big blue eyes, short red/blond hair and all “Shucks” and “Gee whiz.” I can see the appeal, you know, like a puppy.

So what? I still didn’t have no doubts about Tex ending up as my ass-bitch neither. I had decided he gonna learn to take sperm and love it.

So I started the campaign. I was subtle at first: standin’ inch or two closer. Bringin’ up sex and tellin’ him I was horny a lot. ‘Goin’ out drinkin’ and then getting handsy, in a guy way. Adjusting my fat dick every time he looked at me so that his eyes would catch the subtle motion. I start kidding Tex about guys he would think is hot.

See, the guy’s gotta start thinking of you physically and gettin’ into you so that when YOU first suggest he suck your dick, you can see in his eyes he already been thinkin’ of something like that. Tex and I were already buds, so it wasn’t not hard to stand closer more often, just standin’ there so he gets my stink in his nose and thinking of my sweat.

(I cannot believe you did that shit. I don’t remember that at all. That’s all bullshit, Marcus.)

Uh huh. You don’t believe me that this works? Who’s sittin’ in a jockstrap that is full of dried cum and piss?

(Just saying…I don’t remember.)

I know you don’t. It was all subconscious and shit. The night I whipped out my dick and told you my sob story, you were reaching for it before I finished askin’ you to. Didn’t never dawn on you I may have worked you to that point? That I planted myself in your head and spirit so you couldn’t help but wonder what I taste like.

(Kinda weirds me out, Marcus. I mean, it’s like you used me.)

DB, how many digital pics you think I have of your ass with cum dripping out? 30? 50? How many pics of my dick inside you, fucking you standing, sitting, spread eagle, against the wall, upside down? 80? ‘Course you bein’ used, man! I use that ass like it was a treadmill. That don’t mean it ain’t good. I obsessed over you, buddy boy, gettin’ you ready for me for a nice long time. Don’t get in a snit ‘cause it wasn’t an accident of fate you here. I worked you into my life ‘cause that’s what I wanted. You who I wanted.

(Okay.)

So I seduced him in my guy way, touchin’, grabby, lettin’ him smell my beer breath, even takin’ us both to a trial gym membership where I sat close to him in the steam, so close that I swear his towel tented up. Two days after the steam room, when he’s dizzy with my voice constantly low and in his brain, and he’s noticed me adjust my fat dick bulge so much now that his eyes now instinctively dart down there, I propose he let me use his ass. You know, help out a buddy with a sore, soft dick.

Tex was ready. He was ready. He wanted it – know he did. He stammered and said stuff like, “No way, man. I ain’t gay!” But his eyes and lickin’ lips said something very different. Said I was patient enough, got into his head enough, and soon his hairy white butt - the one I been thinkin’ about, dreamin’ about, wanting to spit in - was gonna get fucked.

That night, when he was protesting (protestin’ more than a man who really-ain’t-gonna-do-it protests), he’s real adamant. He won’t. Can’t. I work him over for about 20 minutes until I see him just about to break. He’s just about to cave in – ass is mine! Then I quit my approach, pop us some new beers and say, “I won’t bring it up again after tonight. Don’t sweat it.”

We drink, watch TV, get laughin’ over some stupid TV thing so that it seems like everything’s normal. I flex my biceps – fat little softballs they are – and my buddy Tex licks his lips and guzzles beer like an Alabama Tuesday. Adjust my dick a few times, fat, lumpy pile that it is. Hour later, I’m gonna turn in – tell him to go home and take out some of the empty beers to the recycling.

“Wait,” says Tex.

I rub my eye, pretending to be sleepy. This is it. It begins now.

He’s skittery, shy, only gonna do this once, just this one time. To help out. He’s nervous still, thinks he may change his mind. We decide that it’d be easier for him to not know in advance what night it happens – that he’ll change his mind and not show up or back out or something, so I’m gonna have to be uh...aggressive... to make him see it through. But not tonight; but soon. I’ll just surprise my buddy, Tex, some night when we out drinkin’ to drag him home and fuck his ass up good. Remember that Tex? Remember that agreement? Surprise buddy--I planned it that way.

I wait. The next three weekends, he’s all fuckin’ scared around me, tryin’ to act normal, being scared and secretly askin’ himself Now? Now? Is it now? He’s been to my house – alone – 4 times since that night we agreed I’d take his ass. I haven’t jumped him or seduced him or anything. He’s nervous.

But his guard relaxes after the 5th time alone when nothing still happens. Maybe I was kidding? Maybe I forgot? Maybe it was Rolling Rocks talkin’ shit? He’s a little disappointed too – it’s obvious. But he’s relieved too.

I skipped work two days in a row. Call in sick. Tex calls me the second day to see if I’m okay.

“Yeah,” I coughed into my cell, “I’m just sick. Bring me something to eat, huh?”

“What you want?” He asks me, “soup and stuff?”

“Whatever, something real. I ain’t been eating.”

“Okay, Marcus. You taking cough meds and stuff?” His voice is concerned.

“Thanks. I’m good.” I rasp into the phone. “After work, okay?”

(“Yeah, you’re a real actor, man. Denzel and shit.)

I’m laughing right now – type that in, DB – that I’m laughing. So, my Irish puppy shows up with worried cornflower blue eyes, ass wagging, carrying steaks and fries from the place around the corner. Lets himself in’ cause he knows I’m too sick to get out of bed. Brings the food right to my bedroom ‘cause, well, I’m probably too sick to get out of bed.

I got the poppers online. I researched this – read porn, read stories of bondage, of first times, of seduction, of rape. I didn’t want Tex hurt or drugged. He’s my buddy, right? Plus I wanted him to remember it all, every minute, every sore inch of me carving him open. But I also needed him naked and tied down, and had to figure a way to get into this muscley little Arkansas’ dude’s ass. So I decided on poppers to get him off balance.

From behind, I shove the poppers’ soaked towel in his nose and mouth and grab him round the stomach so the air is forced out of him and his first reaction is to breathe real deep. Real deep. He’s stunned, gasping, head swimming. I tested these Amsterdam poppers and they’re fuckin’ strong. I understood his trip.

When I feel him stagger a little, I drop the towel and rip off his shirt. I’m sayin’ gorilla-like, I tear that cheap shirt off him – he ain’t never wearin’ that stupid band’s shirt again. I wanted the trophy. Warn’t much harder to get his jeans off.

I spin him around, and knock the back of his knees so he’s instantly kneeling, his mind reelin’, and my fat pink dick head is right at his lips. He moans just a real little and soft, looks at me with glazed eyes, and is surprised suddenly to smell dick. He licks his lips and leans a tiny bit forward and the first part is done – he’s mouthin’ me. I instinctively figured that somehow nursing from my dick complimented this buzz high; I was right.

He’s not overly eager, just in a daze and suckin’ like a baby at his Mom’s tit. White boys love black dick.

(Aw, now that’s just racist.)

No, DB, it’s a fact. Doesn’t matter if a brotha is hung or not – you guys just fascinated with black men’s cock. Don’t sweat it, bro. No big. Personally I think it’s cause all guys – black and white - are fascinated with their own equipment and so here’s some dude who has equipment just like yours but a different color. And it’s a lot more colorful than white guy dick – 20 shades from gingerbread to dark beer colors, midnight black nuts. You guys just curious is all. My whole life I have had more white dudes either hit on me or let me know - subtle like – that they’re available somehow. It’s just what it is.

You want a white boy, you get him thinkin’ about your dick.

(Marcus, I don’t go ‘round thinkin’ about black guys’ dicks.)

No, you didn’t do that back then, before me, Tex. You do NOW, ‘cause I helped you remember how much you wanted to know, to taste, to get stretched. Remember how you sucked dick that day? Hungry – eager. As that first wave of poppers was wearin’ off, you look outside your mouth and there’s your lips stretched wide with a dark brown dick slidin’ into you. Shit, you were surprised. Happened kinda fast, huh?

(He’s laughing again.)

So I wrapped my fingers around your head, DB, and coaxed you deeper. You were a terrible dick sucker then, gaspin’ and straining, every now and then a tooth jaggin’ into me. I had to smack you upside the head each time that happened – gently remindin’ you that you had to do better than THAT. More poppers helped you open your throat and my dick started transforming from rubbery hard to serious hard.

Seeing my best bud shirt off, kneelin’ and suckin’ my fat, fat dick...Yeah, I coulda cum that first time in your throat. Hearing your gagging, feelin’ your head’s reluctance in your first blow job, seeing the tears stream out of your eyes and feeling you jump when I pushed in all the way for a few seconds – powerful, powerful aphrodisiacs.

I was taking your cherry. First step to making you my Dick Bitch. Who wouldn’t want to cream you right this way, just to savor the moment? It woulda been good to see your face smeared with sperm and you coughing, burping sperm, your eyes surprised by how much goop was dripping down your face. You know what? I coulda done that. If I did, I woulda filmed it so we could watch it together over popcorn some night.

But I had to stop before getting fully, all-the-way hard ‘cause well, you had agreed to let me fuck you - to see if I could get hard. If you stopped your poppers’ haze and figured out that I was pretty much getting hard from your terrible suck job, you might have said, “Well, I guess you got an answer without fuckin’ my ass.”

That ass.

I knew it was gonna be tight. And I know my dick is pretty much – like you described in the first story – thick as a can of black beans. And kinda bendy. So you hadda get opened up. Plus, I didn’t want to fuck no shit hole full of shit, so I picked you up and forced the poppers under your nose again – ordered you to inhale. You did.

When you got that glazed look in your eyes and were gettin’ that buzz, I grabbed my belt and roped your hands together behind you. Couldn’t have you backin’ out on me at all, DB. Had to have that ass, see. It took me about 30 seconds and you was lickin’ your lips and wantin’ to suck me again.

So I carried you over my shoulder to the bathroom. Put you standing in the shower, a little dazed, a little nervous. I’d gotten this handy attachment – silver hosed thing you hook up to the shower. It was almost $80, but hell, since I knew I’d be using it on my buddy DB for a long time to cum, I knewd it was a good investment.

(Shit, how’d you know I’d want to do it more after that first night?)

I knew.

Remember you askin’ me ‘what’s that for?’

“Don’t sweat it.” I say.

You grumbled. “I won’t run or fight it – you don’t gotta tie me up.”

I laughed. “You wouldn’t get far if you did.”

“I’m just sayin’ – you can untie me.”

I paused. “I like you tied up.” I whisper into his ear.

“Hey! HEY!”

DB was feelin’ the cold tip of that silver shower douche on his ass...that sweet little hole was getting’ a metal kiss. I put lube on it so it would go easier. I only needed it inside him a couple inches.

So I clean him out good. Couple good flushes, gettin’ that ass ready for big, black dick. Haul him back to my bed and push him face down. He plops down there, face in the maroon cotton pillows and I imagine that his face it stuffed with my smell, coverin’ my sheets.

I climbed on top of DB and put the poppers bottle under his nose and ordered him to inhale. And while he’s doing that, I lay my dick in his ass crack. Just lay it. Time for DB to show me what he wants.

After a mighty big groan, his brains spinning, his ass starts to move, rhythmic-like. Pushin’ back up to me just a little bit. Oh, he’s still fightin’ it. Don’t wanna get fucked...no wait...he does. Maybe. He can feel my rubbery thickness layin’ in his crack and he’s startin’ to know that it should be inside of him.

I figure one more kinky trick oughta do it.

I’ve drunk down ‘bout 3 Rolling Rocks in this time and cracked me and DB another. I put one to his lips and he has to arch his back and press into me to get enough angle suck it down – I made him shotgun it. Then I start a fat gulp of mine when I suddenly crawl off his back and put the Rock up to his ass. Dat hole is loosened – the douche and a few fingers did the trick. So I position the bottle just inside his ass – a little and tilt it up.

“What the fuck?” he screams.

(I didn’t scream.)

“You sure did, baby. You screamed your head off...WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOIN’ MARCUS! Write it down. That’s what you said.”

(Fine. But I didn’t scream.)

So DB screams and I pour it in for a bit...extra bit of cold-filtered lube, right. LOL. I got the condom nearby and my dick is hard enough to get a Magnum rolled down. It’s not full-hard, but pretty good. This day I been workin’ on for months is finally here, so it’s pretty easy to keep boned up.

Then DB pushes a little beer out – little foamy, little trickle of cool clear liquid. I’m starin’ at it all surprised. Little bit of foam around that pink puckered hole, just a little bit of beer foam...just a little bit.

I gotta say that I had no intentions of eating DB’s butt. I mean, that’s just gross, man. Dude shits out of that hole. But there it was – a little bit of beer foam and tiny trickle of my favorite beer bustin’ down a trail to his nuts.

I found myself leanin’ in so I could get a better look. Just a look. But then my tongue, just suddenly laps it up. I didn’t mean to – my head was just - right there - and that beer and his ass was clean and...one, fat slurp from my tongue wouldn’t kill nobody.

Then another. Then another. The texture, soft, secret spot, the spiciness of it all. I didn’t know it would be like that. That’s when I kinda lost it.

(You went crazy.)

I went crazy on his ass, jammin’ my tongue in so fuckin’ deep that DB’s moans were sounding like normal level noise. I can’t get my tongue in deep enough; I gotta feel that sphincter pinch, that fuckin’ hot little hole... all those months...

(You was jack-hammerin’ me with your tongue, man. I was almost thinkin’ your dick would be smaller than THAT. Slobberin’ slurpin, I could hear you breathin’ back there; it was like you did those poppers, not me...)

Yeah. Dude, you gotta great ass.

I stood up on my knees so I could look at the wet damage I did, when my fattie dick bounced into view and suddenly it occurred to me my hard dick might wanna play. Oh yeah. Forgot about the fuckin’.

Condom was ready and on. And my drool - that was all the lube you got, didn’t you, buddy.

(Yeah, you asshole.)

“Yup. Asshole...it was all about your asshole, buddy. See, you smiling while you’re typin’ so don’t gimmie this ‘all offended’ crap. I nudged it open – nudged you open, real-friendly like and started wedgin’ me inside. Inside that ass, finally at last. And you’re begging in this cute way, this totally cute, ‘Lemme go! I changed my mind.’

(I was serious.)

Don’t front with me, babe. If you wanted me off, you woulda got me off you. That was just your pride, protestin’ your cherry gettin’ split. You were ass-meat and that still felt weird to you. Inch after inch, you protested, squealed, pleaded with me. But you were never serious. I could tell. If I was hurtin’ my best bud for real, I’d know. I can always tell when it’s real with you.”

(It’s hard to be mad at you when you’re kissing my neck like that. Ooooh...)

Yum. You taste like sweat, DB. That’s what calmed you down then, too, bud. I finally got to the point of dropping down on your back and you were cryin’ a little, still gritting your teeth and yeah...I start lickin’ your neck, soft little strokes and then you...just...unclench. I slid in another 2 inches deeper once you unclenched, buddy. You just melted, and I melted into you. That’s how it came together, baby boy. You and me just ‘came one.

(I remember that. I remember...)

So long story short, my guy, DB, lets me have his perfect ass. After he got good at takin’ it on his stomach, I flipped him over and hung him around my neck, facin’ me, eye to eye.

(It was like getting fucked by a human sling.)

Yeah, that was good. I almost came like that. But I promised you I wouldn’t cum inside you. So we slowed it down and then I put you back on your stomach to finish me off. If I couldn’t do the inside, I wanted to coat yer ass cheeks with my goop. Rub it in. Mark my turf.

So I pound him good a few more times and he’s just whimpering and pushing back and I’m ready to split open this plastic sheath with my spurt, so I yank out of his ass –

(Which triggered this weird thing in my butt where I just dicked out cum without touchin’ anything.)

- yanked out of his ass and zip off that tube and spurted, oh I began that spurt.

(I thought you were spitting on my neck at first.)

Yup, but it wasn’t spit from my mouth. I gooped your neck, your right shoulder, left side of your body from shoulder to ass and a few small puddles formed little lakes in your spine.

(I couldn’t believe it. I was slimed everywhere.)

So, then we got up and went out for cheeseburgers.

(Hardly, you perv. You smeared it all over me. My shoulders, back, all over my ass. I was massaged with sticky goop from my neck to my ass. It was like a crusty seal on me. Then you dropped on top of me. Big crunch and then, we were one, sticky beast.)

Yup.Mmmmm...big, sticky beast. Hot. Yup, so then we got up and took showers and then went out for cheeseburgers.

(Ha, haha, haha h a...Yer funny. You gonna skip over the second fuck? The hour long blow-job after that? Givin me a shampoo with your big spermy load? Yer skippin’ all that part of the story?! How we slept that night?)

Aw, don’t tease, DB. We gotta keep a couple secrets to ourselves.

(LOL. Okay, Marcus.)

Get up. Story’s done. Be done typing now. Let’s go, DB. Cheeseburgers or sex?

(Cheeseburgers. Then sex.)

Ruby’s is still open this late. Put on some sweats, babe. I’ll drive.