GayDemon's Stories: On this page you can find erotic fiction where you can read about men having gay sex with other men & tales of male sexual adventures.
A horny pilot and his co-pilot found themselves in lust. The cockpit seemed to be a nice place for fucking. As the plane flew high in the sky, those naked pilots were humping lustfully, trying to gain orgasm.
My back arched and I gasped as he took me in his mouth. It had been so damned long since I'd felt anything like that. Hunger. Naked fucking hunger. He sucked me hard, greedily, one hand caressing my balls, the other pressing flat on my abdomen. He took me in deep, sliding his hot, tight lips up and down.
He pulled me to him, then bent down and with the other hand slung me across his shoulders. I laughed in surprised delight as Alexander hoisted me up into the air. Carrying me like a wrestler would his opponent, he brought me into his apartment and kicked the door shut.
"Suck my big dick, you fucking asshole!" I commanded him, and obediently his mouth started working me, stroking and massaging my organ with his tongue and the inside of his mouth.
I've always had an exhibitionist streak, but it really took off my first year in the college dorms. I shared the cramped space with another guy, but luckily he was gone a lot. He was straight, with a girlfriend who had an insatiable appetite for fucking.
I knelt behind him, then lowered my mouth to his ass, licking and kissing every inch of him. I managed to get lubricant on my fingers...and on me, him, and the floor. I slid the first finger in gently, fucking him with it to relax and open him.
"I want you to fuck my ass and cum inside me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, as long as you can. Then I want you to not hate me." I looked at my long time friend and my very hard cock. I grinned at him. "Well, if we're going to dance, you're gonna have to lead, my man."
I kissed him and sucked his tongue. He picked me up as if I were weightless, and carried me to my bedroom. He put me down on my bed and took off his shorts. I looked at his thick, curly pubic hair and the huge fucking rod he was pointing at me. He had the biggest fucking cock I'd ever heard of.
My cock was swollen and hard and trying to get out of my jogging shorts. It fucking hurt, and precum had created a wet stain. I stared down at my own hardon, my betrayer, who had forced me into a moment I had prayed would never come.
By the time I was fucking him to the hilt, slapping my hairy balls against his own, Andy was no longer hung across the chair, but had raised himself up a fraction so as to grab hold of his own cock, still standing proud and drooling for attention.
"Now, what about sucking my big, hard dick?" he questioned, as he pulled his swollen shaft from his jeans. "After all, you're a professional footballer, so I've got no fucking problem with you".
The two powerful black men had immense peckers that Billy could barely get his mouth around, but it would do him little good to scream out because the prison was really run by the gangs and no guard would take a chance getting in the middle of a little friendly fucking.
O-oh my god, Carol gasped as a little dribble of cum ran down her husband's chin, you've turned him into a real fucking cocksucker!!! Reluctantly Art let the big dick slip from his lips, and after wiping the cum from his chin, he turned over and waited on all fours for Rod to take him from behind!
Nice short hair you got, cropped. Let me feel your face. Bit rough, chin, that's good, that's o.k. Grip my cock, at the base, that's it. Point me shaft at your mouth lad, all of it, all fucking eight inches. Open your mouth wide and push it in, get your throat ready.