Gay Erotic Stories

“Ok Rose honey, why don’t we go to my place and get you settled down, then you could try and reach Denise?” I suggested ,still hoping the duo would make up and me coming out a hero and be reward with a threesome. The thought of a hot lesbianic threesome only got me hotter and hotter.

Reluctantly, she allowed me to usher her into my Porsche. When joined her, I slotted a cool, jazzy, easy- feeling CD and drove leisurely home. She was quiet for a bit, wrapped in her thoughts. “A penny for your thought, “I said in an old-fashioned tone ,aiming to get her into a convo. “I was just thinking about how less complicated it is to be not in a relationship. I mean, Jackie goes for sex; she takes it and wait for the next person or action. She always seems so happy and unattached. In my case, I have to be watching over my shoulders, just in case Didi catches me talking to a guy. Or worse, a girl, “she said desolately. “Didi must love you for her to be so protective,” I offered contritely. “Possessive, more like,”she snorted belligerently. “Have you been with guys before?” I asked bluntly. The suspense was killing me. She was quiet for a spell.She looked at me with an odd expression. “I didn’t mean to pry. It is just that you are so beautiful, sexy and –” “It is fine. I haven’t been with a guy before,“ she turned to me with a defiant look. “You you are a virgin.” I said laconically. “How can I be a virgin?” Rhetorically. Then she laughed.”So, lesbian sex doesn't count for anything, right?” Without waiting for a rejoinder, she railed on. “You guys are so fucking chauvinistic. So, losing my hymen with a dildo or a chick having a strap-on and penetrating me doest count for dis-virginity until a hot dick is inserted in my pussy right?”

The way she suddenly turned from a demure lady to an F-bomb-talking, sluttish babe got my dick harder than before. God, I must fuck this sweet bitch. “Actually that’s not what I meant, “I said smilingly, but still baiting her. “What did you mean, then eh?” I pulled over, got out and intending to open the door for her but she did it on her own. Wow, I was in for a night, I mused silently.

I opened my apartment door and we entered.

“Welcome to my humble abode,”I tried to sound casual, but once the lights were on, the reaction I was hiding was unmistakable. I was as horny as a dog. Her eyes lingered on my crutch area and when our eyes met, she smirked. “Your crib is cool. Nothing humble about it. These paintings are amazing. Van Gogh?” I pretended not to hear. Clearly this chick was informed. Yea, well informed. “What can I offer you?” I asked in a sardonically. “You mean a drink, I hope?”She tried to sound equally caustic but just said teasingly, looking at my groin area, and fluttering her eye lashes, she looked into my eyes. “Of course. I have A Jack Daniels. You want yours on the rocks?” “I take mine neat, and straight up without a twist,” she said in a sexy voice. Obviously she was flirting with me. It seemed her attention was on me now instead of her lover.

After our second glasses and some witty banter, I sat beside her on the coach. She looked deep into my eyes. I looked into hers. They were smoky and seemed to be saying something wordless.

I drew her to me. She came willingly. My mouth descended on hers. Her lips were the most succulent I have ever tasted. The thought of Didi’s lips kissing these same lips made me want to cum . She returned my kisses fervently. I stuck out my tongue and explored her mouth. She tasted like fresh wine from a Spanish vineyard. Our hands explored our most intimate places. At that point I wished we were in the Garden of Eden without the barriers of clothing. When you are in throes of a sexual encounter, removing clothes could be such a chore!

We stood up, our lips still glued to one another. Expertly, we removed our clothes in silence. I looked at her. She looked at me. Her skin was light complexioned and flawless. Her breasts were rounded with dark, erect nipples calling for my mouth. She was a Venus incarnate. She shook her head slowly and her lush hair waved like the sea. She reminded me of the delectable Denise Richards. With hooded eyes, she drank in my tall dark muscular frame. Her eyes appraised my broad, hairy chest; lowered to my flat six pack belly and she gave an audible gasp when she took into view my nine inches shlong. My balls hanging low like two golf balls twitched with anticipation. My mouth literally watered.

I closed the small gap betwixt us and embraced her. We resumed our feverish kisses one more. While her had grabbed and massaged my male member, my right hand gave her pubis feather touches and my left hand played with her nipples. She gyrated her hips. Then my middle finger entered her slit. It was narrow but amply wet. Gently, I inched deeper, while twirling it for her maximum pleasure. Her moans were the sexiest songs my ears have ever heard.

I lowered her on the coach. She looked expectantly. I knelt and offered my best act of worship. My long and coarse tongue, found her wetness. I licked her juices and sucked her clitoris until she was screaming in ecstasy. I kept on giving her oral bliss for the next twenty minutes or so. Time stood still while we were both in our paradise.

When she couldn’t take no more, I moved my whole naked length on top of her. My mouth kissing her, she felt her essence on my lips. My hands caressed her soft but firm breasts. Then I used my right hand to guide my turgid cock into her cunt. At first the entrance was tight. I coaxed it more with my thrusts. I inched in gently and measuredly. Halfway, I stopped for her pussy to get used to my size. I was throbbing like mad. She accepted me wholly when I gave a final shove and my erection was buried deep into her. She wanted to scream, but my mouth covered hers. Then I started banging her in all intensity. Her cunt walls were gripping me like a Martian sheath. I’d withdraw as if to pull out and then I’d slam my cock until it reached the hilt.

While thrusting away, I started sucking her nipples. I sucked as if my life depended on it. The harder I sucked, the more she moaned. She jerked her body and when it spasmed into orgasmic throes, I gripped her hips and gave a final shove. I buried my dick deep into her core. My hot volcanic juices spurt with fury as I bucked my ass and deposited every inch into her womanhood. I kept on coming and she kept on convulsing. Our breath was hot and ragged. Then fin ally, our bodies sagged into a sweet afterglow.

“Whew…No wonder Faith Evans sang that song:I never Knew There Was Love Like This Before.."Darn, Man!" she said lady as we lay basking

in the aftermath of our blissful flight of lust

“Huh?”Who the hell was Faith Evans? Not another lesbian,I thought. “You mean you have never heard the song, “I never knew there was, love like this before,” by Faith Evans, the widow of the late Biggie Smalls?” She crouched on one elbow.

Small or big, I think I have dis-lesbianized Rose.My dick rose to the thought too. I took her bodily, to the bedroom. This time, I would show her that ye olde Didi was D-Dead as far as the art of sex was concerned.