Gay Erotic Stories

At secondary school everyone knew that I was gay. I was out to people because I did not like the cover-up. That is why I was not very popular among the guys. That is why it was a very brave act to hang out with me for anyone, of course. I had this friend, called Roger, who was an outsider as well. He was talented at water-polo, he was built large. So he did not fit in, either. They did not like playing basketball or football with him, because the team he joined was bound to win the game. He never had the time to hang out with them after school, because he rushed to train until late in the evening. This made him even more strange to the rest of the guys. Of course, he tried to make friends with the one who was also the subject of exclusion. That was me. But I did not want this friendship very much. I adored his appearance and I knew I could not be just his friend. Roger was a year older than me, he must have been 195 cm tall and built like those ancient Greek athletes whose statutes are admired by everyone even today. He was aware I was gay as well, but he never mentioned it to me. He did not ask silly questions like what it was like to have another guy's cock in mouth, or whatever. Others sometimes did. There were some, and even girls, who tried to cross the barrier between me and the rest, but they had only one topic to raise: "What is being gay all about?" And I did not like telling them my most intimate thoughts. But Roger was different. I told myself he either knew it was not a pleasant thing for me to talk about to a straight guy, or - he must have known himself what it is like to be gay. I did not know what to think first. Later, I saw him with a new girl every month. I told myself he must have been straight as an arrow. I tried to be strangers with him again, but he always found the way to talk to me or to go to the cinema with me. And I was not strong enough to tell him in the eye to leave me alone. I liked his care for me. And, let me tell you again, I was very much alone back in my teens. One day he came up to me and asked if I wanted to join him for the weekend. He said he and his girlfriend wanted to go camping to a nearby lake, and there would be room for me as well. I had nothing to do and he was so nice asking me that I said yes. He waited for me in his car when and where we agreed, but he was alone. He said we were going to the girl's place and pick her up on our way out of the town. When we left the town, I asked him where his girl-friend lived. He said he did not care where the fuck she lived and that he never wanted to see her again. I knew he had lied to me and it must have appeared on my face. "Don't worry, I'm not a serial killer. You trust me, don't you? I knew you would not join me if we were only the two of us. I know you've been avoiding me lately. Why?" I was so much confused that I was absolutely honest with him this time. "Look Roger, we've found each other because we're both different from the average guy at school. But we're different in our own ways. And I like you in a different way than you think." "How do you mean we're different from them in a different way?" he asked. "You know that I'm... that I am gay. I fall in love and have sex with other boys. You are different in a way that you are much better than the rest, so they are jealous with you and you simply can't mix with them." My heart was throbbing very fast already because I had come to my mind and I realised that I told him what I really thought about him. I became silent and waited for him to answer. The car was moving and neither of us told a word. I thought he would stop and tell me to find a bus stop and go home on my own, for he was so disappointed with me. I was ashamed as well because I do not like guys who could speak about nothing but gay love and gay sex. And I was just like them right then. After a while he took a deep breath and looked away occasionally, instead of looking at me, as he spoke: "Why are you sure we are that different...? Can't you imagine we have interests in common...? Do you believe we're meant to be loners...?" I literally did not dare to answer him. And he did not say more. In about half an hour's time we arrived at the lakeside and we got out of the car. Then we started setting up the tent he took from home. Meanwhile we chatted about things in general, where we should get wood from or where to go into the water. I was used to seeing Roger in cut-off jeans and a T-shirt or in his dark swimming trunks. So there was nothing special about the first few hours we spent together. The water was very mild and we had a good time teasing each other in there. As a polo player I could not beat him in swimming, but I enjoyed being with him very much. Late in the evening we lit a fire and took the food we packed at home. Modern picnics you see, fire for the milieu but no food made on it. When it was really late, he wanted to swim again. "Come on in, it is going to feel very warm in there now as the air is colder than the water." I joined him. I had never been in there after the sunset so it seemed to be very much funny. We went in and sometimes we lost sight of each other because of the darkness. Once I felt him suddenly appearing from under the water right behind me. He took his hands on my shoulders and pushed me under the water. When I got up again, I told him it was the worst he could do to me and I did not enjoy this at all. I really feared death when I was helplessly sinking into the water with his arms pushing me. I got out of the water right away and headed for the tent. He followed me shouting he did not mean to hurt me, not even to frighten me, at all. I waited for him to catch up with me just outside the tent. "I am sorry, Roger, I couldn't help this. Please do not do this to me again." He nodded and we went inside with one of his hands on across my shoulder. We laid down next to each other and he turned his radio on. There was a slow hit on with some flute solo in it. He was on his back with his hands under his head and I was on my stomach with my head turned in his direction. After a short while he reminded me of the conversation we had had in the car. I did not say a word, I did not want to return to it. "I must admit something to you," he said with a tremendous sigh. "I am so envious of you." I could not understand what he could think of and I raised my eyebrows, but kept my mouth shut up. "You are to face the world. No matter what they say of you, you admit that you are gay." I could not keep silent any longer. "Who can't?" I asked. "Me," came the short reply. I could not believe my ears. Roger, every guy's envy? Roger, who has fucked every pretty girl he has seen? Roger, my closest friend at school? Roger, the gorgeous god lying a foot away from me? I thought he might be kidding or he wanted to frame me. I became mute again, but this time because I could not say a word as a matter of fact. "I'm surrounded by good-looking guys in the pool and the team... I'm wanted by every other girl I know... but I'm more interested in somebody who hasn't got the body I have and who's never came up to me ask me for a date... and who's a boy." "And who's that?" I whispered to him. "You," and with that he turned on his side to me. My eyes were wide again because of the disbelief. "I'm not sure if I'm right to let you know my feelings but please tell me what you think." He was quite different from what he had always been. He was like a huge question mark with expectation on his face. I could not say anything. Instead I turned on my side, too, closer to him and kissed him shortly. That was my reply. When I left his lips, I opened my eyes and I could see his were still closed. "This was my ever first kiss from a boy. And it was the first one of love," he told me with his eyes still closed. I moved even closer to him so now our bodies touched. He opened his eyes and embraced me so tightly as if he had never wanted to let me go. Then he motioned his head towards mine and our lips met again. This time he reached his tongue to find mine. I felt like our tongues were bathing. His kissing was very hard. When our lips parted, I told him to kiss softly. "Girls say I kiss perfectly. I can't do it otherwise," he said and I could see he was confused or disappointed. "Just leave it up to me," and with that I took his head in one of my palm's and kissed him as softly as I could. First he began to moan, later on he started getting into the groove. We must have kissed for an hour. I do not think either of us wanted to go further that night. We shortly kissed good-night and went to sleep holding each other's hand. Next day I examined him very carefully. I had had sex with straight boys who seemed to enjoy the night with me but did not want to see me again any more. Roger was not like them. By the time I woke up, he had been out of the place, shaven and just preparing the coffee we took for breakfast. During the day, we went into the lake for a short swim, biking and back into the water before the sun set. Late in the afternoon, we noticed a car appearing a short distance from our tent and fireplace. A boy and a girl in their early twenties came camping, too. We met when we got out of the water. They were kind and looked a nice couple but they were not so warm with us that we would have invited them to join us by the fire. But we were not exactly alone any more. We did not expect them to peek into our tent, but we were afraid of being overheard. I mean, Roger was, I did not care much about them when we were in the privacy of our tent later. "Roger, have you had sex with a boy ever in your life?" I asked him. "No, I mean once a mate in the team sucked my cock. I didn't cum for him so that was all." No more words were said, he moved on top of me. I was lying on my belly as usual. We had our trunks on but soon we were nude, you can imagine. It was a wonderful feeling to have this huge guy over me. Soon he became full of lust, I could feel his breath in my ears, his hard-on in my arse crack and his whole body moving on my back, butts and even my legs. He whispered something to me but I could not understand a word of it. Soon I became erect myself, too. His moving over me moved my entire body as well which gave me the jerking I needed. He kissed my neck, my arms and my cheeks with passion. I could feel he was enjoying it very much. He positioned his cock between my legs stimulating my balls not just with the head of it. He had a long cock and he nearly reached the ground with it. I told him I did not have a condom and because neither did he I did not let him fuck me. But I would have loved to suck him. He said next time I could but he could not stop doing this to me and he wanted to cum right down there, between my thighs. My hole loosened up and he could have shoved his cock inside me, but I did not tell him to do so. I am very much afraid of unsafe sex. And, by the way, he gave me enough pleasure with fucking my thighs. I nearly went crazy. This guy might have been new to gay sex but he had the instinct for it and had stepped over his inhibition to make love to me. I was partially somewhere else. I drifted away thinking of the time when we were in the water and he hugged, lifted and threw me away back into the water again. Once he put on of his hands under my chest. He half embraced me very tightly, half lifted my upper body off the ground. His movements became faster and faster, and even longer between my thighs. His cock was moving so smoothly that I was sure it was soaked with his own precum all over. I stretched my things to give him a tighter feeling. He whispered he loved it and that he loved me. With that I could feel something very hot and wet among on my balls and at the bottom of my own cock. He came, I was sure of it. I could not think about anything else but seeing ourselves from above. No two other guys could have been closer and moving more in rhythm with each other making love in a more perfect way. I had not realised my own cumming was building up, I just shot it onto the sheet under us in all of a sudden. He let me lay back on the ground but did not release me. "I love you," he said. "Are you sure? Isn't it the sex you liked very much?" "Don't disappoint me, I love you. Sex is a part of it. But I love you," he whispered into my ears. But he sounded very serious at the same time. I believed him and I loved him very much, too. I had not loved before and I had not been made love to which gave me such pleasure, either. This was the first time we had sex. And this is the story how Roger and I fell in love. Roger knew it was very uncomfortable for me to keep up the aversion when we were at school. He told me not to pretend but he did not want to declare he was gay, too, and that we went out. Once he had to face the situation that he either joined the rest teasing me of being gay or standing next to me. It meant that they would find out about us. He told them the one looking askance at me triggered his anger because he 'did not stand his love offended'. Then I thought my Roger was a knight. Our love lasted for about a year only, because he had to move into another city to embark on a professional water-polo carrier. We did not break up, at least we have never declared so. And even, we keep in touch, write to each other at least once a month letting each other know about everything that happens to us. I have left our old town and settled down on my own. My family was very hostile towards me when they realised I would never turn to girls. When he visits my city or I go to his, we still meet. Every now and then we can manage to spend the night together and making love is still as passionate as it has always been. We have got our own relationships but we never say no to each other. I still have high hopes with him. When he had just broken up with his partner and his team lost the final of some very important championship, he gave me a call and came over to spend the weekend with me. He showed his weakness and wanted me to forget his disappointment and move on with his life. I share this story with you, many unknown people, because I have a secret dream: I wish that he returns to me and we shall be together again. It would not be the same, five years have gone by, but this new relationship would be perfect, too, I am sure. I know I should not tell this to him, I must wait for him to realise it. But I cannot keep it to myself. I took the old advice, 'You cannot tell it anybody, so tell it to the whole world.'