Best Gay Erotica 2011 (17 page)

I dreamt of daddy-bear dick up my Floridian butt. I dreamt of big bellies and flat asses. I dreamt of enemas filled with a trucker's piss. I dreamt of Doug's pierced dick. I dreamt of the steel clanging against my molars. I dreamt that I was bound and gagged by Catholic priests. I dreamt I was the prison bitch of a white supremacist. I dreamt of writing endless poems about Jarret's dick until my fingers bled. I dreamt of being tied up, slapped around. I dreamt of Jonathan saying, “Suck that cock.” I dreamt of a guy coming through a glory hole. I dreamt Ma found my stash of porn mags in my desk, and I woke up in a cold sweat. I dreamt of eating the ass of my American Lit. professor. I dreamt of waistbands of boxers showing from the waistlines of jeans. I dreamt of abducting men, throwing them in my van with tinted windows, taking them to a place no one knows about and raping their mouths and butts. I dreamt of well-hung insurgents. I dreamt of giving terrorists blow jobs in exchange for the lives of passengers on United 93. I dreamt of swallowing Bush's poisonous Republican semen if he would give
up the presidency. I dreamt of sucking off Hitler in order to save the lives of millions of Jews. I dreamt of eating his ass if he promised to close the concentration camps. I dreamt of the sweaty assholes of Iranian soldiers. I dreamt of drinking piss to save the lives of gay Iraqis.

I dreamt of cowboys in ten-gallon hats with ten-inch dicks. I dreamt of a doctor armed with latex gloves exploring my asshole. I dreamt of semen staining the wedding rings of married men. I dreamt of offering blow jobs to L.A. gangs in exchange for automatic weapons. I dreamt of a hairy ass under panty hose. I dreamt of balls banging against my butt. I dreamt I was lying naked on a bed of black leather jackets. I dreamt of a stark-raving mad scat queen. I dreamt of James Franco naked on a poster. I dreamt of shooting off in a white tube sock. I dreamt of belt buckles clanging against tiled floors. I dreamt of hands pushed down into slacks. I dreamt that my dick was thicker than a kielbasa sausage. I dreamt of jacking off under my bedcovers. I dreamt of puckered rectums. I dreamt of stainless steel dildos and chain restraints. I dreamt of Matt all macho and butch. I dreamt of being pimped out to dirty truckers. I dreamt of legs being propped upon shoulders while getting fucked. I dreamt of all the countless assholes I've rimmed. I dreamt of video cameras hidden in my bedroom closet. I dreamt of boys talking dirty to me in Brazilian accents. I dreamt of nipples bigger than dinner plates. I dreamt of snorting coke off the torsos of twinks in a Burger King bathroom.

I dreamt of well-hung dicks with lots of veins. I dreamt that Anthony shot off on my green bedroom carpet. I dreamt that Bobby and I were high and drunk. One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was sucking his dick. I dreamt of Michael's country butt. I dreamt of Jared screaming when I shoved the first couple of inches of dick up his ass. I dreamt that Quentin gave
me teeth while he blew me. I dreamt I was fucked up on coke and booze while getting fucked by total strangers.

I dreamt of pretty light-skinned dicks. I dreamt of gorgeous Cuban cocks. I dreamt of puddles of piss on the floors of sex clubs. I dreamt that my ass was sprinkled with baby powder. I dreamt of smoked link sausages, bananas, cucumbers, carrots, corn dogs and dill pickles. I dreamt my asscrack was wet with spit and sweat. I dreamt of the muscles of security guards tight under blue polyester. I dreamt that I was spread-eagle in the back rooms of leather bars, nameless, faceless men waiting to fuck my butt. I dreamt that I was bent over a spanking bench, ten to twenty lashes across my ass with a leather riding crop. I dreamt of standing in a pit, men gathered around me and spitting in my mouth. I dreamt I was puking cum under a plum tree. I dreamt that I was such a cum slave. I dreamt that my tongue was down a drag queen's throat. I dreamt of nipple rings. I dreamt that my dick was slathered with coconut-scented hair grease.

I dreamt of hard dicks in smoke-gray warm-ups. I dreamt of Omair's long, curly hair. I dreamt I kissed the purple scar above Surachart's groin. I dreamt I was jacking off to Matty jacking off naked on his bed. I dreamt of Noel's ass in the air as he blew his boyfriend, Eric. I dreamt of sniffing Daniel's sweaty shorts after a long jog. I dreamt of soap lather trickling down into his German pubes. I dreamt of blowing my professors for an
A.
I dreamt of dicks that curved in a weird way. I dreamt of having phone sex with this guy I went to high school with. I dreamt that I was getting blown on a park picnic table by a cross-dresser. I dreamt of a young black boy naked on the toilet, jacking off. I dreamt of old men cruising for dick in stalls. I dreamt of a single blue eye looking at me through a glory hole. I dreamt of junior high locker rooms that smelled of ass. I dreamt of monks naked under their robes.

I dreamt of big-dick Chippendale dancers. I dreamt of rimming Paul's ass, drunk off coconut rum in my dream. I dreamt of sucking off Ishmael in an orange stall. I dreamt of someone's cum trickling down my arm. I dreamt of slurping boners. I dreamt of cum on lips. I dreamt that I sucked off three dicks in a bathroom infamous for cruising. I dreamt you took it out on my flesh. I dreamt of strawberry tongues lapping at musky assholes. I dreamt I had a dick of death. I dreamt of dick-cheese curdled in a blanket of foreskin. I dreamt of fist-fucking, my arm all the way up some guy's ass to the elbow. I dreamt I was sucking Bryan off in the front seat of my car. I dreamt I was shrimping toes. I dreamt I was getting off on the smell of men's underwear. I dreamt there was something sticky on my belly. I dreamt of you feeding me Belgian waffles in bed, Matt. I dreamt of macho butch boys taking it out on my flesh. I dreamt of a pair of lips that curved just so. I dreamt of a firm ass in tight black jeans. I dreamt of gagging off a dick in a dark booth that reeked of fresh cum.

I dreamt of being cock-teased in a gym shower. I dreamt that I tapped my foot and got a blow job for it. I dreamt of being surrounded by huge Blatino dicks. I dreamt that all these men that cruised tearooms lusted after me and no one else. I dreamt of college-age hard-ons. I dreamt that I was slathered in grape jelly. I dreamt that I was picking blond pubic hairs off my tongue. I dreamt that I had a knife held to my throat while being raped. I dreamt of an ass tightening around my dick. I can't remember what he looked like. I dreamt of toothless silver daddies giving me good head. I dreamt of nappy pubic hairs. I dreamt of silk panties soft across my dick and balls. I dreamt of Chelsea boys prying my asscheeks apart. I dreamt of cum dripping from a married man's lips. I dreamt of bloodshot blue eyes staring up at me, a mouth filled with dick. I dreamt that I was
hung like a donkey. I dreamt I was a porn star. I dreamt I could fit two dicks up my ass. I dreamt of all these men standing in line waiting to fuck me. I dreamt I was in a hot basement with lots of men, all of them grabbing at each other's dicks. I dreamt of an ass that was as white as milk. I dreamt of a place that stank of poppers. I dreamt that James Franco and I were fuck-buddies. I dreamt that I was handcuffed naked to my bed with an anal plug up my ass. I dreamt I was slathered in Crisco. I dreamt that a wrinkled ass was bent to my dick. I dreamt of wet, sticky fingers traipsing along my lips. I dreamt of cum trickling down stall walls. I dreamt that I was being fucked good and hard. I dreamt that someone was fucking me nice and slow. I dreamt of a black dildo being shoved up a white ass. I dreamt I came in Travis's mouth when he told me not to. I dreamt of big balls in my face. I dreamt of uncut dicks with mushroom heads. I dreamt of supple buttcheeks. I dreamt that I was pulling some hustler's hair as I fucked him. I dreamt I was in a porn video sucking dicks to the balls. I dreamt I was getting gang-banged by she-males. I dreamt of getting an anonymous blow job in the basement of an adult video store. I dreamt of grown men dressed in diapers and bonnets.

I dreamt I was getting married in the gym of my old high school with an '80s prom theme: him the famous quarterback, me wearing a pretty white dress and a tiara and holding a big bouquet of roses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the beginning, you didn't mean to. Not at all. But there you were, with a condom around your rapidly deflating dick and a beautiful brown Indian man in your bed. The Indian's hole was, as usual, tight, and the guy had already told you that he'd thought you two had fucked raw before, a few months back. Which wasn't true. Whatever.

You were virtually certain your partner was negative; you knew damn well that you yourself were. You peeled off the condom and threw it on the floor. Squirting a little more lube on your dick, you began sliding your hard-on against the man's warm, welcoming ass. Your cock instantaneously grew hard, harder than it had been all night.

It had been so many years, so long since you'd had unprotected sex. The Indian guy turned over on his stomach, the way he always liked to get fucked.

It was easy, amazingly easy, to slide inside. For the first time since you'd started screwing the guy, it seemed like there was
no resistance, no fight.
This is so wrong,
you thought, but that didn't stop you from sliding all the way in and staying there. Considering the number of times you had fucked the fellow—a married man whose wife (pronounced, in the Indian fashion, “vife,” providing a little cross-cultural thrill) was often out of town—this time felt surprisingly unfamiliar. Luxurious, that was the word for it.
Luxurious.

You raised yourself up on your extended arms and looked down at the broad brown back. Sliding your dick in and out, in and out, you couldn't believe how totally, absolutely, fantastically great it felt.

Well, strictly speaking, that wasn't true. You
could
believe it, easily. It was, after all, how sex had once been supposed to feel, but at the same time it was as if the two of you had a dirty little secret, one neither of you would ever tell.

The Indian man had always been, in fact, a great, hungry bottom once his hole had loosened up. But now, skin on skin, there had been no initial tightness, no gradual ramping up of pleasure, and it took an effort of will not to come too soon. You would have liked to switch positions, to get the guy on his back, look down at his handsome face, kiss him. But it was what it was: the guy didn't kiss, and he preferred it from behind. So you pounded away, enjoying what surely must be a once-only raw fuck.

You were so very, very happy.

“You're not going to come inside me, right?”

“Of course not.” You didn't mention you'd already felt yourself leaking precum deep inside his ass.

Pretty soon you sensed yourself reaching the point of no return. “I'm gonna come,” you said, pulling your slick cock out of the well-used hole, looking down to watch the naked shaft sliding out. Without even having to touch yourself, you shot
off all over the man's back, milky sperm on chocolate skin. You caught your breath, then rolled off your partner.

The just-fucked man turned over, a big smile on his face. His dark cock was still fully hard. He reached down and stroked himself till his nut sac, nearly black, tightened, pumping a big load out onto his belly.

“I loved when you fucked me,” the man said. He had never used the word “love” before, in any context.

“Me too,” you said. “A lot.”
I won't be doing that again,
you thought.

 

On your way home from the Indian's, the warm spring night seemed full of possibilities, the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine for once not cloying but absolutely perfect.

You stopped into an all-night doughnut place, braving the fluorescents, and got an apple fritter, still hot out of the oven, and a cup of coffee. The caffeine would keep you up till dawn, but that was okay; no work the next day. You bit into the smooth, sweet dough. Life was, indeed, good.

If you
had
done something dangerous, you had no idea what it had been.

 

A couple of weeks later, after you'd fucked your buddy a couple more times, both without a condom, the Indian man's wife returned and further fucking was, for the moment, off. Even your emails went unanswered.

For a week or so after that, unmanageably horny, you jacked off two or three times a day, but one night you decided to throw caution pretty much to the winds and answer an ad you'd seen online.

When your correspondent came over, he was even better looking than he'd looked in the photo he'd emailed—a very
pleasant surprise. In his midtwenties, the guy's face was pretty and unlined, his hair long and blondish, his handlebar mustache a waxed-up architectural achievement that framed his big, soft-looking lips.

“My name's Marc, with a
c,
” he said.

You hadn't even gotten to the bedroom when you started tearing each other's clothes off. Marc, sensing a belt-unbuckling problem, undid his own jeans and pulled them halfway down, revealing blue-checked boxers.

It was gratifying, when you reached down and groped through the cotton fabric, to discover that Marc's cock was small, thin and very hard. Contrary to what you supposed you were supposed to prefer, you actually had a thing for little dicks, and it was exciting to you that this lovely, slightly overweight young man had one.

Once Marc had thoroughly stripped down, his body plump, a bit furry and otherwise desirable, it turned out that he also had an edible-looking, perfectly pink hole.

“Get on the bed, on your back, legs up,” you said, and once Marc had done exactly that, hands grabbing ankles to keep his legs in the air, you hungrily dived right in. You really loved eating ass. Loved it past the point of explanation, of reason. Even at the height of your caution, you'd always rimmed asses—and, amazingly, had never suffered more than an upset tummy as a result of your passions.