Nick's Erotic Story Corner Warning: Gay Sex Ahead!
Posted Sun Nov 01, 2015 08:28 PM
I have a writing background, including many connections that I cannot share here, as I do wish to maintain some degree of anonymity. I hope you'll understand. My desire to write erotica - my NEED to write erotica - came from being a gay man with no outlet to experience and fulfill my gay needs and desires for over two decades. Writing became a catharsis; getting my stories, my fantasies, my desires, out of my head and "in print" was for a long time therapeutic for me. Writing for years was the only release I had.
Many of my fantasies became real when I met my boyfriend five years ago. He loves entertaining and indulging my dreams and fantasies, and over our years together, we have made many come true. We will make many more come true as we continue to explore together.
So I hope you enjoy reading what I write as much as I enjoy writing! And, warning! Gay sex ahead, hopefully described in vivid, exciting, cock-stiffening, pussy-soaking (for you wonderful ladies who enjoy reading about gay men) detail!
So let's get started!
Posted Sun Nov 01, 2015 09:00 PM
Quick Stop at the Burger Shack
I stopped to wash my hands and grab a cold drink. It was the middle of the afternoon, and the fast-food joint was nearly empty.
The bathroom was one of those small one-person types, with a toilet in one corner and the sink next to it. With the water running, I hadn't heard him come in behind me. I had just finished rinsing my hands, and when I turned off the water, I heard him latch the door.
He must have seen me jump, startled at finding myself no longer alone in the tiny bathroom. I hadn't thought to lock the door since I was only washing my hands. The vision of him standing, back against the door, grinning, was frozen in my brain as he switched off the light, plunging both of us into almost total darkness.
He was on me in an instant. Before I could get out a “No,” his mouth met mine roughly, and his tongue pushed past my lips. I tried to moan in protest and push away, but one strong arm was locked tightly around my neck, pulling me to him. He ground his loins against my hip, sandwiching me between himself and the sink, and I could feel his hardness against me as he kissed me in the blackness. His tongue sought out mine, probing, caressing, and I put my hands against his chest, at first, feebly pushing, trying to get space between us, altogether unsuccessfully, bound as I was in his grip, until finally, not even trying.
After a moment, his arm left my neck, and though I was no longer locked in his embrace, I found I couldn't, I wouldn't, pull my lips from his mouth. My own tongue was now stroking his, almost eagerly. I heard the grating rasp of a zipper being released in the dark, and a big hand was on my shoulder, pressing me down.
His mouth left mine, his fingers dug into my shoulder, and he took a step back, pulling me with him away from the sink. All my leverage left me, physical and emotional, and I fell to my knees under his grip. He grabbed a handful of my hair with his other hand, gently yet insistently, as his already-hard cock pressed against my cheek. He pulled my face into his crotch in the dark, grinding his heavy, furry balls against my mouth as his big dick slid back and forth next to my nose.
A crack of light below the door provided only the faintest glow in the bathroom, and my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Only glimpses stuck in my mind – his shorts in a heap about his feet, his balls swinging between his thighs, his cock...
With one hand around the base of his dick, and his other firmly nestled in my hair, he took aim at my mouth. He pushed his cockhead against my lips once, then again, more urgently. Realizing this man wouldn't be denied, I opened my mouth, and his thick cock slid deep inside.
“Ohh, fuck, yeah,” he uttered lustily as he pulled my head against his loins. The first words he had spoken since entering the bathroom.
His tangled pubes tickled my nose as I felt his cock nudge the back of my throat. The hand guiding his dick into my mouth now pressed against the back of my head, pushing me onto him. I resisted the urge to gag as his cock slid heavily across the back of my tongue, and at once my lips slipped all the way to his root, his cockhead sank into my throat, and my nose was mashed tightly into his manly bush.
The man held me there only briefly, then pulled my head away with his hands until only an inch or two of his dick was in my mouth. I took a quick breath and braced myself for what I guessed would be a raw, aggressive face-fucking. I wrapped one arm around his hip and grabbed a bare asscheek, and put my other hand against his furry thigh, to maintain my balance. He pulled my head back down his length, and his cock again found my throat.
“Suck my dick,” he breathed.
Knowing there was no way out of my situation, I did the best I could, hoping this man would be satisfied with a quick blowjob. After three or four minutes kneeling on the hard floor of that bathroom with his dick in my mouth and his balls bouncing against my chin, he pulled away from me.
“Get up,” he demanded gruffly, “and turn around.”
I struggled to my feet.
“T-turn around?” My voice cracked with a hint of a whimper.
“Turn around,” he growled again, grabbing my belt with one hand and yanking me, spinning me, and I obediently turned away from him and faced the sink.
He planted one hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward, bending me over the sink until my forehead was against the mirror. With the other, he flipped the pleats of my kilt up and onto my back.
“Hands behind your back,” he grunted, and I meekly complied.
A hand now locked my wrists together tightly, and another caressed and kneaded my nearly bare ass. I felt his fingers slip into my tiny Brazilian bikini brief, groping, exploring, working their way into the cleft between my cheeks.
“Don't move your arms,” he ordered, giving my wrists a sharp squeeze with his hand to reinforce the point before letting go.
His hands left me, and I heard a snap in the dark – what could that be? - as I dutifully remained hunched over the sink with my arms behind my back. I closed my eyes, and tried to imagine for a fleeting moment that I was alone in that bathroom, that he wasn't there.
Reality rushed back as the man tugged the very narrow back of my brief aside roughly, and the slippery head of his big dick pressed against me. The snap must have been the cap on a bottle of lube. I gasped as he brushed across my entrance, once, twice.
He leaned into me. I couldn't pull away, pinned as I was between him and the sink. I inhaled sharply as his thick cock opened me and pushed inside.
“...no...” I moaned.
“Fuck, yeahhhh...” he breathed as his hard penis sank into me.
He pressed against me with all his weight, driving my thighs into the edge of the sink, and his full length was in me almost instantly. It took a moment to become accustomed to his considerable girth, and he must have known it; he held me fast, both hands clenched on my hips, and didn't move for what I imagined must have been a full minute. Though I could see almost nothing, my senses were filled to overflowing with the thumping of my heart in my chest, the man's deep, heavy breathing in the dark, his big hands on my hips, and his enormous dick buried inside me. Warm. Hard. Full.
He slowly began to withdraw, and when just the head of his cock remained in me, he pushed back in again. He repeated this slow, steady fucking for a few minutes. My hot, tight tunnel was used to him now, and to my surprise, I began to push back on him as he picked up the pace. He grunted with each stroke, as if adding an exclamation point every time he drove his full length into me. As he settled into a rhythm, I felt one hand return to my wrists, again clenching them tightly together at the small of my back. His other hand remained on my left hip, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“...yes...” I growled.
I couldn't believe the word escaped my lips, but this encounter in the dark was incredibly arousing. My own cock was very hard, and straining in the tight confines of my little bikini as this hung, handsome man fucked me in the ass.
“Yeah,” the man whispered as he leaned down over me, “As soon as I laid eyes on you, I knew you'd love getting my big dick stuffed up your tight little 'pussy!'”
“Yes,” I purred, “I love that big, fucking dick in my pussy!”
He pounded his cock into me, seemingly fucking me harder and faster with each passing minute. I tried to pull one hand from his grasp, and after first clamping both my wrists more tightly in his grip, he relented and let one go, as if understanding what I needed. I reached under my kilt and fondled my cock and balls through the thin Lycra of my tiny brief. I discovered it was already soaked with precum and more: with each thrust of the man's cock into me, he squeezed a little ooze of semen out of me as he filled my ass and pressed against my prostate. Each pulse was like a little spark, a tiny orgasm, lighting a sexual flame that I knew would flash into a bonfire, and very soon.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, knowing I couldn't last much longer before blissful release, “fuck me in the ass! Pound that big fucking dick up my tight butt!”
The man responded only with guttural grunts as he slammed his thick cock into me, harder, faster. My own hard dick was stretching my little brief, yearning to be free, but I left it where it was, barely restrained, yet restrained nonetheless, by the thin material. I cupped my tight – and full – balls through the Lycra cradling them, and felt the man's heavy - and full as well, I guessed - swinging nutsack slap the backs of my fingers again and again as he slammed into me.
I don't know how long we were there in that dark, tiny bathroom. Ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? Gradually, the man's grunts became more emphatic, his thrusts more urgent. With my tight butt stuffed full of his magnificent cock, I'd been hovering at the edge of orgasm for several minutes, and I knew he must be getting close.
“Are you (ungh) gonna cum in (ungh) my ass?” I growled at him, my words interrupted by grunts as he hit bottom in me. It was really more of an invitation than a question.
“Fuck, yes,” he gasped, letting go of my wrist and grabbing my upper arm.
With this new hold on me, he had more leverage to pull me back on him. His dick was already driving deep into my hot and now very eager ass, but it suddenly seemed like he grew another two inches.
“Unngghh, FUCK!” I groaned as he drove impossibly deep into me. Reflexively, my hand left my balls and closed around my cock, and the orgasm exploded in me. The electricity that had been building for some time erupted into a strong pulsing warmth, pouring from my loins and flooding my whole body, and my cock leapt in my hand as spurt after spurt of sweet, warm semen filled my little brief, running down my shaft and around my balls.
With my orgasm, my tight tunnel abruptly began its rhythmic clenching and rippling on this man's big dick, pulling him spiraling into sexual ecstasy with me He yanked me back with both hands as he slammed his length balls-deep up my ass one last time. The rapid, staccato-like, earthy grunts he uttered as he held me impaled on his hard dick told me that with each one, he was sending a thick jet of his hot cum deep inside me as he emptied his balls. His legs trembled beneath him as all his energy was suddenly redirected to that most primal of male drives – breeding, emptying his seed in his mate. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, his big cock throbbing inside me, as (I desperately hoped) he filled my tight butt with his semen.
All good things must come to an end, they say, and so his grunts became shallower and less frequent. The orgasmic twitching in my own loins had slowed to a deep pulse once every few seconds, and with each I could feel a generous ooze of semen surge out of my cock. As well, with each twitch came a strong, convulsive clench of my hot, muscular love canal along his length, as if my hungry ass were not yet through with this man, still groping and caressing the magnificent penis buried inside me. Every time, he gasped, and his knees would buckle, his legs nearly failing him, as he braced against my back.
After several more minutes of listening to his heavy breathing in the dark, feeling the warmth and fullness of his cock inside me, the encounter was over. He slowly pushed away, and my brain screamed, “No” as, inch by wonderful inch, he slipped out of me. Behind me, I heard the telltale “zip” as fastened his shorts, felt one last caress of his hand on my nearly bare and deliciously and thoroughly bred ass, and it was over. Abruptly, blinding light spilled into that little bathroom as he opened the door and stepped back out into the restaurant. Just as quickly, I was plunged into darkness again as the door swung shut with a clack.
After the brief flash of light, the darkness seemed even deeper than before. The blackness, the silence - it was a fitting metaphor. I suddenly felt very alone. And achingly empty. I wanted him back, to feel his hands on me, to hear his heavy breath in the dark, to have his cock inside me. Slowly, I came back to grips with reality, and a thought sparked in my head: when he opened that door and left, anyone in the dining room who might have been looking would have seen me here, bent over, bare-assed, and would know I just got buttfucked!
I giggled at the notion, adjusted my semen-soaked cock and balls in my very wet, sticky Brazilian bikini, and pulled the narrow back of the brief from the crack of my well-fucked ass. I flipped my kilt back into place, washed my hands again – in the dark this time – and felt for the paper towels. As I dried my hands, I spent a moment in the quiet stillness, just enjoying the warmth of his semen in my ass. Finally tossing the damp and wadded paper towels in the direction where I remembered the trash can was, I stepped out of the bathroom.
As chance would have it, the moment the door swung shut behind me, the ladies' room door opened. A quite attractive woman, probably in her late 30's, stepped out, and as her eyes locked on mine, she smiled broadly.
“Those walls are thin, and that sounded really hah-aht!” she whispered to me melodically as she walked past, emphasizing the word “hot” by breaking it into two syllables.
“Um, thanks,” I mumbled as I felt my face flush red, “it, uh... It was hot. Did you...? I mean, how much...?”
She stopped, turned, and faced me. Not just quite attractive, but very attractive. Beautiful. Strawberry-blond, sun-drenched hair, wavy, tumbling down past her shoulders. Her white tank-top didn't completely conceal the contrast between her bronze skin and white lace bra beneath. Nice tits. Slim waist. Mauve shorts that ended a bit above mid thigh. Great legs. Her mauve sandals matched her shorts perfectly.
“All of it,” she pronounced matter-of-factly.
The woman stepped closer.
“You know,” she continued, ”I would ask who the lucky girl was, but since I'm quite sure there was another man in there with you...”
She looked me up and down, and took another step.
“...it's not too hard to guess that you were the lucky 'girl.'”
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“And the other man?”
“That's so cute! And he just couldn't pass up an afternoon fuck in a Burger Shack restroom?”
“No. Well, I've, uh... Kinda been teasing him all day.”
The woman laughed softly and turned to walk away.
“You know,” I added, grasping desperately for some justification, “he thinks he's pretty damned lucky, too.”
She stopped, turned again, and looked at me. She was still very close. She put her hands on my upper arms. The giggling was gone. She looked into my eyes, deeply, seriously, then leaned into me. Her breasts pressed into my chest as she whispered in my ear.
“I know he does.”
She planted a kiss on my cheek, smiled, then strode back into the restaurant, leaving me a bit lost. Not so lost that I didn't notice her cheeks flexing and moving quite freely beneath her shorts. The tell-tale sign of a thong. Great ass.
Taking several seconds to gather myself, I walked out of the narrow hallway. After a quick look around, I found the person I was looking for.
“Hey, babe,” I said softly, taking a seat opposite him.
The smile on his face was obvious to anyone, but after five years together, I could easily see the deeper joy beyond it, the mirth in his eyes. He had already gotten the large half-sweet iced tea he knew I wanted. I took a long sip.
“How you doing?” he asked with a smirk.
I swallowed my tea.
“Great,” I replied, grinning back at him. “This big-dicked guy just fucked my brains out in the restroom!”
That big-dicked guy was the man sitting across the table from me, my best friend, my boyfriend, my gay lover.
“And that big-dicked guy loved fucking you in the ass!” he said, almost loud enough for others to hear, if there had been more than just a scant handful of people in the restaurant. “It's what you get for teasing me all day in that skirt!”
“It's a kilt,” I corrected him playfully. “And I loved getting fucked, too. You know how much I love your cock up my ass, babe.”
I saw him glance past me.
“So who's your friend?”
Almost before I could finish asking, she was at our table. White tank top. Mauve shorts. Strawberry-blond... Well, you know.
This post has been edited by Nicky60: Sun Nov 01, 2015 09:01 PM
Posted Wed Nov 04, 2015 10:50 PM
And I do hope you like where the story goes!
Posted Thu Nov 05, 2015 08:44 AM
Posted Sat Nov 07, 2015 02:18 PM
“So, boys,” she practically purred, “I don't know where you're headed, but if you stick around, here's my number.”
She put a small piece of napkin on the table between us. Sure enough, there was a phone number written on it. She was standing, bent over, elbows on the table, hands fidgeting absent-mindedly together over the scrap of paper, two fingers still resting on it as if she were reluctant to turn it over. Wedding ring, and wow, what a rock. And she must have known how her tank top had, for want of a better description, fallen well away from her chest as she stood there. We both had a clear view down her top, her white lace bra, the lovely tits cradled within and beyond, nearly all the way to her navel. Her dark nipples were easily visible through the lace.
“This doesn't happen to me often...” she trailed off. “Often isn't the right word. This never happened to me at all, really,” she continued, “and I'd never thought of two men before, but...”
She paused, clearly flustered, yet she made no change in her posture, and she knew the view she was presenting. She idly and nervously dragged the napkin around the tabletop in little circles.
“I mean, my younger brother is gay, and he finally got to marry his partner of twelve years, but he's my brother, and I've never thought, you know, about what he does...”
My boyfriend and I just smiled at her, enjoying the occasional glance down her top. And, okay, the occasional gaze. Her beautiful face began to flush red.
“I'm not making much sense here, am I?” she said apologetically.
“Yes, you are,” my boyfriend answered quickly. “Even though your brother is gay, you've never given much thought to what gay men do together. And that's perfectly understandable - he's your brother, after all.
“But,” he continued, ever the bold, no-holds-or-holes-barred, 100% masculine, alpha-male gay top that he is, unable to resist, “now that you've heard the raw, animal act of one man fucking another man in the ass, you're fascinated, and you want more. You want to see it.”
Her face turned even more red, but she gave back as good as she got.
“That's a plain way of stating it, yeah,” she said, looking him in the eye. “The two of you may just be all about men - and that's perfectly fine, of course - but I like the way your boy” - she tossed her head in my direction - “can't seem to take his eyes off my tits. So I thought maybe you'd like to see more.”
She turned, and I felt her eyes on me, but my gaze never left her boobs. Normally, guys will only grab the surreptitious or fleeting glance at a woman's cleavage, not wanting to get caught looking. But since we both knew she was putting on the show for our benefit, I was just plain staring at this point, and she knew it.
“Are you local?” my boyfriend asked her after a long pause. “Because we're passing through, on our way to Colorado Springs.”
“Sure am,” she replied.
“Colorado Springs is only another eighty miles to drive,” I offered quickly. “We could get there by 9 tomorrow morning if we just stayed here tonight and left early.”
My boyfriend smiled at me. He knew what I wanted. He looked back at her, and I looked back at her tits.
“No pressure at all. We'll stay here, within five or so miles. I'll text you instructions, and if you show, you'll be welcome. If you don't, well, I'll be fucking him in the ass three or four times this evening anyway.
“After he sucks my dick,” he added.
I saw her eyes flutter just a twitch, and a quick tremor rippled through her at his last comment. She wanted this.
“It's a date, boys. I've already enjoyed one orgasm today because of you two,” she said, winking, "and I'm looking forward to more."
She leaned further toward me, planting her lips on mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and it was welcomed.
This post has been edited by Nicky60: Sat Nov 07, 2015 02:19 PM
Posted Sat Nov 07, 2015 10:25 PM
An hour later, my boyfriend and I were taking a shower together in a king room at a nice hotel less than two miles away. It was only 4:30, but we welcomed the opportunity to spend some time together, off the road. After a few moments embracing under the cascade of warm water, our soapy, slippery bodies entwined as we kissed, our hands groping, fondling, stroking, I found myself in a familiar position – a position I wound up in often when we took showers – bent over, hands braced against the wall, his hands on my hips, and his dick up my ass. Unlike this afternoon, though, he had no interest in cumming; he was saving up his loads and his peak sexual appetite for later.
After fucking me for ten minutes, we finished up, toweled off, and my boyfriend sent a text to the woman we had met earlier:
“garden inn at bierstadt and 25 just south of 470. red crewcab gmc truck with tex plates. our door keycard is under the passenger side wiper. room 316. come whenever you like. my little buttslut thinks you're gorgeous.”
We started to laugh when we realized we didn't even know her name. A few moments later, his phone beeped with a simple “ty” in response. We both figured we wouldn't see her.
I pulled on a fuck-me red satin and black lace thong, the matching and very sexy garterskirt, and black fishnet lace-top thigh-highs. I had the long-line bra that went with the set but didn't put that on yet, as the padded cups would attract attention. I then put on my jeans, shoes, and a long-sleeve T-shirt. If anyone looked, when I sat, the three-inch gap that would show my ankles below my jeans would display my fishnet stockings. That view had gotten comments from a couple of people before.
We walked a short distance to a restaurant to grab a bite of dinner – my boyfriend had sent another text to the woman saying we would be back to our room around 8, but he didn't get a reply to that one.
Soon enough, we were in our room. It didn't take my boyfriend long to strip me out of my street clothes, and I quickly put on my bra (the matching fuck-me red satin and black lace) to complete my ensemble, then swapped my hiking shoes for a pair of red five-inch heels. After a quick embrace and a kiss, he pressed down firmly with his hands on my shoulders, his way of commanding me, wordlessly, that he wanted me to suck him. I sat on the corner of the bed, my legs spread wide, as he stood before me. He unzipped his fly, and his heavy cock – unrestrained by underwear of any kind, since he rarely wore any – flopped out, inches from my face. He took my head in his hands as I eagerly took his big dick in my mouth, and I began sucking him greedily.
Engrossed as I was in blowing my handsome boyfriend, the soft click of the electronic lock on our door barely registered in my senses. My man heard it, though, and began forcibly fucking my mouth with his big cock, holding my head firmly, as the door opened and light from the hallway spilled in. The room darkened again as the door closed with a jarring thud, and seconds later, she stood next to us,
I couldn't see much, as my vision was mostly filled with his furry stomach as I sucked his cock, but what I could see told me that she had changed clothes. The only light on was the nightstand lamp at the head of the bed, but I saw a short black skirt, probably leather; she was wearing hose, black pumps, and a light colored blouse. She slowly came into my view as she dropped down on her haunches. She was eye level with me, and beaming, as she stroked my fishnet-clad leg with immaculate fingernails. Her presence, her touch, triggered an immediate warming in my loins, and a further swelling in my cock. I closed my eyes and moaned as my boyfriend's dick nudged the back of my throat. Her hand continued its way up the inside of my thigh, but she stopped a mere inch from becoming very personal.
"This is going to be even better than I could have imagined," she purred, as I felt her hand move again.
That warm sensation grew hot quickly as she caressed my cock through my satin panties with her fingertips.
This post has been edited by Nicky60: Sat Nov 07, 2015 10:26 PM
Posted Sun Nov 08, 2015 01:41 PM
I'm so glad you chose to start this thread. It's not easy to find quality writing about guy-on-guy sex.
Posted Sun Nov 08, 2015 06:08 PM
And thanks very much, Firefly!! I do so enjoy writing, and the gracious comments - especially yours - are wonderfully encouraging!
Posted Sun Nov 08, 2015 06:10 PM
And thanks very much, Firefly!! I do so enjoy writing, and the gracious comments - especially yours - are wonderfully encouraging!
its a pleasure nicky. keep up the great writing!
Posted Sun Nov 29, 2015 02:44 PM