Gay Erotic Stories

A couple weeks went by after the night at Sam’s place. I’d thought about it quite a bit but figured I’d give Sam and the guys the chance to make the call for a second round.

Then I was out for another early morning walk and happened by Sam’s place. He and a younger version of him were sitting on the front step with steaming mugs of coffee in their hands.

“Glad you happened by.” Sam greeted me. “I wanted you to meet my son, Cliff.”

Cliff and I shook hands and I noticed how much he looked like his father, same eyes and mouth, same firm build. The big difference was his coloring. While Sam had dark hair, Cliff was more of a dirty blond. But he had the same furry coating on his chest and up his well-developed legs. Just then Sam’s phone went off in his pocket.

“Damn it! That’s work.” And he left us on the stoop as he went back inside to take the call. He came back out a few minutes later and said he had to go into work. “That’s fine. I should get on my way too.” With that, I continued on my walk.

Later that afternoon as I was working on a couple projects at home, my phone rang. It was Cliff asking if I was free to get together for a drink. I told him I was free but to give me some time to get cleaned up and dressed. I told him I’d pick him up around 6:00 and we’d go out for a bite to eat.

At the appointed hour, I showed up at Sam’s and found Cliff ready to go. He was smartly dressed in a button-down shirt and a pair of well-worn Levis. The shirt was tight fitting and showed his torso to its best advantage. The jeans were snug and showed he had a high round bubble but with smartly dimpled glutes. The front was obviously well packed too as the buttons on the fly appeared to be straining.

We spent the next couple hours enjoying a good meal and a decent bottle of wine. We talked about his education, his job and his family life growing up. Soon we decided it was time to leave. When the check came, he insisted on paying for us both as he had invited me. I said “Fine. But the next one is on me.”

When we got back to Sam’s place, the house was in total darkness. “Dad must still be at work.” Cliff said. “Why don’t you come in for a drink? I’m sure he’ll be home soon.” I agreed and we went inside.

Once in the door, Cliff’s demeanor seemed to change immediately. He turned to face me in the entryway, standing close in my personal space. “Dad suggested I’d enjoy getting to know you. He said we would have a lot in common.” With that he leaned in and placed his lips squarely on mine for a long hard kiss.

I pulled back, breaking the boy’s lip lock. I looked him hard in the eyes and saw a look that told me he was serious about what he wanted to happen. I pulled him back in and kissed him back hard, driving my tongue deep into his wanting mouth. I held the back of his head firmly with one hand while the other pulled his body tight to mine.

Cliff’s hands were gripping my ass pulling my hips into his. Then one hand moved around front and cupped my hardening crotch, squeezing tight. He had me in his firm grip and seemed as though he no intention of letting go.

Pushing me back slightly, he turned me away from him and placed both hands in my crotch. Fumbling with my belt and fly, he opened my jeans and worked a hand in manhandling my junk beneath my clothes. His other hand went to the back of my neck and he pushed me forward until I was bent at the waist. Dropping to his knees behind me, he grabbed the waist of my jeans and pulled them down to my knees exposing my ass to his face. Leaning in he poked his nose into my crack and sniffed around before taking a tentative lick. He was more sensual as he gained confidence and dominance.

Gripping my cheeks in each hand he spread them apart to gain access to his intended target and drilled home his tongue. He lapped, licked and bit at my hole and the surrounding area in a way that told me he’d obviously had a lot of man-sex experience. He slapped my ass hard, three or four times on each cheek, making them sting and burn. My dick began to throb and leak. I grabbed it to begin jerking only to receive another much harder slap. “That is not for you!” he commanded.

“Yes SIR!” I obediently replied and immediately placed both hands back on my knees.

Cliff grabbed my balls in one hand and probed my hole with the other, suddenly jabbing a finger deep into me. My head snapped up at the sudden invasion but definitely not out of pain. His reach and dexterity once the digit was inserted had me dripping a string of precum almost to the floor. When he pulled down on my ball sack and squeezed the testes, the exquisite pain increased the flow to cause a small puddle at my feet.

Leaving his finger still up my ass, Cliff stood up and directed me into the living room where he bent me over the arm of the sofa and then proceeded to strip my jeans completely off my legs and force them wide apart for better access. He re-gripped my ball sack and pulled again, this time lifting my feet from the floor and pushing me forward laying me prone before him. He stood close behind me and slapped his hard cock against my crack and slid it across my hole. He drooled spit onto my crack then worked it in making my hole slick. He spat a couple more times, now onto his cock then began to probe its thick mushroom head against my ready hole.

He pushed forward and I felt his cock head pop through my defenses. He held there momentarily to allow me to get used to his girth then pushed his full length in without further hesitation. “Fucking God!” escaped my lips as he filled me up. Once at the bottom, he pulled back almost to the tip then slammed forward once more. It was obvious he was going to ride me hard and I was not going to have much control over it, at least that’s what he thought.

He pounded away at me for about five minutes, all the while I was slowly shifting to regain my footing on the floor. Gradually I got myself to a position where I could raise myself back up and begin to respond to his thrusts. I started to push back against him as he pushed forward. I began shifting my hips around making him come at me from different angles at each thrust causing new sensations on his thick cock. His breathing quickened dramatically and his strokes became more erratic and insistent. His grip on my hips was almost vice-like with his fingers digging into my flesh.

Suddenly he froze as his cock bottomed out in my ass. His body began to convulse and shake and I could feel his cock thicken and pulse deep inside me. If each pulse of his cock was a shot of cum, he deposited at least eight inside me and I could feel the warmth and wet beginning to work its way out of my hole and down my thigh even though he still had his thick plug inside me.

When he finally stopped cumming and had settled down somewhat, he withdrew and allowed me to turn back to face him. We held each other and kissed passionately once more.

Suddenly there was a cough coming from the entrance. Startled, we turned to see Sam standing at the door with his arms folded across his broad chest, an obvious bulge in his tight jeans. “Didn’t I tell you, son? You two have a lot in common.”