Gay Erotic Stories

Hey, I’m straight. Okay? Don’t be thinking no different. I like women and girls and pussy. Just that sometimes they ain’t available and I still get horny, wake up throbbing and need relief. My dick don’t know who’s available, don’t care! Just wants some hot, wet friction. Thirty days in county jail for drunk and disorderly is a hell of a long time to go without a drink and without pussy. At first you so depressed that sex just don’t come up, don’t even think about it. But a man gets used to anything after a while, I guess. So one morning I wake up with a totem pole and it feels so good I don’t wanna go piss and let it go away. "Hey, Darren, breakfast time, man. Wake up!", my room-mate, Kyle, is calling. "Think I’ll skip breakfast and sleep in", I tell him. "Shit, you just wanna stay in here and play with that boner. I can see your shorts making a pup tent. Save it for Monroe and let’s get some food." Monroe being one of the evening guards with a nazi strut and polish makes me laugh. So I climbed out of bed and pulled on my pants while Kyle poked fun at my boner. "Hell, you can’t zip up with that concealed weapon, Darren, you better go get a cold shower first!" He’s laughing, "Damn if I seen one that big before, what’d they get you for, assault with a deadly weapon?" "Shit, you should have let me stay in bed. I could be creaming right now." "Yeah, dreaming and creaming and messing up the sheets. Monroe find out I let you waste it and he’d kill me. He been wanting some of you since you got here." I just shook my head at his jive-shit and tried to brush it off. Around ten o’clock, the crowd for the shower thinned out. Me and Kyle finally got a turn. We stripped off in the cell as usual and wrapped towels around us. Waiting for the next call, I’m sitting on side of the bunk and Kyle leans down to look up my towel. "Hope that thang’s all calmed down, I sure don’t want it getting friendly in the showers. Hell, everybody would hear me scream!" He’s a real wild card! He turned around to watch down the corridor and rubbed his ass, "Fuck! It makes me hurt just thinking about it!" I chuckled to myself, thinking about fucking Kyle’s skinny ass. Funny thing was, I kept staring at his ass wrapped in the thin towel and his hands rubbing at the twin mounds and I started to get hard again. I did some mental arithmetic to get my mind cooled off: three times three is nine, three times four is twelve, three times five... His ass really wasn’t all that skinny, it had a full high curve, kinda nice for a man’s ass. I told him to stop rubbing it, guess I was getting grouchy. He just grinned. Then when we finally got in the shower, he kept staring at my dick. We was alone after a few minutes and I asked him what the hell he was looking at. "You seen it before, what’s a big deal?" "I ain’t never seen how big it could get till this morning, that was wild!" "Well, you keep looking at it and it’s gonna happen right here and then you gonna have to drop the soap, man!" I was getting tense and he knew it, he backed off and just let the issue slide. I did notice that his dick looked thicker and heavier than usual, I figured he was about half hard just thinking about sex of any kind. We been in here too long! He eyed me a couple more times and I didn’t say nothing. Felt pretty good to have him so impressed with my dick, I started getting a pretty good bone when the guard came around hollering for us to clear out. We dried off and Kyle didn’t say nothin’ either, just grinned at me. Late in the evening we went to the gym and joined the pack always around the baskets. I enjoyed the activity. Felt good to burn off some energy. The physical slam of body into body felt good, too. I got all hyped, slapped Kyle on the ass after a good shot. When he winked at me I laughed, he was hopeless! We won the second game and I was exhausted, leaned on his shoulder to catch my breath. His hand, behind me, rubbed my back. Every touch felt different, more electric Monroe had come on duty, we had to get permission for another shower from him. He was just as crisp and fresh pressed as ever. I did start to wonder if it was a sissy thing to be so damn neat. Kyle’s jokes had me thinking about everything different. When Monroe looked us up and down, I couldn’t help it, I rubbed at my dick, his eyes did flicker at me in surprise “Wanna join us, Monroe? A hot shower might loosen you up." "Fuck you, punk! Make it a quickie, save your romancing for lights out." I thought Kyle would bust a gut! "Man? I don’t believe you said that. It’s a wonder the bastard didn’t put you down for demerits. You got the balls, man!" "Yeah, I got ‘em and he can kiss ‘em!" I slapped Kyle’s ass again, gently this time. "But I’m really disappointed, you said he wanted my dick!" "You know I was shitting around, he ain’t got the guts for man-to-man." I kept thinking about guts. Guess it does take some guts to do something like that. I never thought of myself as afraid of anything, just started to wonder if I was afraid of this thing in my mind. Something I wanted to do, but wouldn’t let myself. That sure felt like fear. That ain’t me. When I wanna do something I do it. Fuck the consequences Back in the shower, again. Quiet this time, dark. Voices echoed a long way off. "Let me wash your back, for you." I turned so he could do it, never said a word. He started at my shoulders and worked down my spine with a rough cloth and lots of soap. He got brave, I guess, put one hand on my hip while he rubbed with the other. His warm dick bounced against me, firm and rubbery. I covered his hand with my larger one, pulled it down to my dick. He gripped it and stroked slowly. I let out a sigh of pleasure I turned to him and my big boner stabbed at his belly. I put my hands on his shoulders and pressed down. His eyes locked with mine, confused and anxious. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispered near his ear, "Please!" He dropped to his knees and used both fists to jerk my shaft while he took the wide head in his hot mouth Maybe because it had been so long, maybe because he was just good at it ... whatever the reason, it was the best blow job I ever got. Monroe was standing in the doorway. watching. That added a little more pleasure, too. He faded away before Kyle ever saw him. But I knew he was working up his courage, and his time would come. Long after lights out, after I had fucked Kyle and held him while he cried. After he went to sleep with my hand on his dick, I figured out that jail was a hell of a place to learn freedom. I smiled in the dark. ........................................................................................................ comment to Donnie469@aol.com