Gay Erotic Stories

People say that college is the best time of your life. I always told myself this when I sat over an unfinished newspaper layout at seven o’clock in the evening. I swear I felt like I lived at that place. It was the middle of my sophomore year, and I had stupidly gotten myself a job as co-editor of the school newspaper. I wanted to shoot myself right about then. It’s not that I didn’t like the job; it’s just that I already had a huge responsibility as an officer in the Associated Student Body. My position in the ASB was that of a gopher. I often forgot what my actual title was—something to do with activities and projects—but I did everything. Although I appreciated the popularity the two positions gave me, I never had a chance to revel in my fame, as I was always too busy with the responsibilities they demanded. Everybody knew who I was, even though no one really knew me personally. Sometimes I wondered if it was all worth it. But I was an admitted workaholic so I stayed a half hour more and finished. I went home to a delightfully empty apartment. I could have saved a fortune by having a roommate, but I loved having a place all my own. Thank God because I needed to relax. I took a short nap and then forced myself to go workout at the college gym. I hated working out with a passion, but forced myself to do it everyday. It’s not that I didn’t like it once I got going, but it took a damn lot of motivation to get started, especially after a stressful day at school. It was nice to have a decent body from all the lifting, and jogging every weekend gave me endurance to get my through the long hours I put in at the school. After about an hour of working out, I stepped into the shower and let the steaming water pour over my body. It was late now and no one else was in the locker room. I love showers. There’s nothing quite as erotic as hot water caressing your muscles. I switched the adjustable showerhead to the powerful massage mode and started breathing heavily as it pounded my body—hard from lifting. It felt like a strong hand massaging me two inches at a time. I started with my broad shoulders and arms, then let it run over my aching pecs and abs. I turned around so that it could pound on my back and sighed as it eased my tension. Fuck that felt good. I moved my lower back into the pleasuring stream of water. My eyes nearly rolled as the hot liquid flowed down my ass crack and over my pink hole. The stimulation there gave me a semi and I contemplated stroking my warm cock, but decided against it. Not today. I liked to save myself for really bad days, and with an executive board report for the ASB at the end of the week, I knew it wouldn’t be too long. After my wonderful shower, I slipped into a soft pair of boxer briefs. I’m an underwear fanatic. It’s not a fetish like some have, just a minor obsession. I don’t really care what other guys are wearing, but I like to be comfortable, so I always have a huge selection of boxer briefs, briefs, bikinis, jock straps, and a couple of thongs, for fun days. I spend more money on underwear than most people do on shoes. Oh well, it keeps me happy. The next day, I had a great idea. The thought of spending another long evening at the school was not very appealing, so I talked some over-eager freshmen into forming a couple of committees to do the work. Ha-ha, I love the power of delegation! I still had a report to write on the basketball team, but I was thrilled to have everything else taken care of. I headed to the locker room at the end of the school day for a couple of quotes. Damn! I missed my PE classes. I realized this was the first time I had set foot in the locker room with other people in it all year, as I had already done all my PE requirements. I always considered myself straight, but there were times when I couldn’t help but admire some of the hard bodies that graced this room. Although I had never had a girlfriend, I had a positive enough image from my work with the ASB and the paper that no one ever thought of me as gay. I didn’t think of myself that way either. I just figured I wouldn’t start dating until after I got my hard classes done, when I might have more time for a girlfriend or something. I walked in with notebook and pen in hand and was surprised by the warm welcome some of the half-naked beaux gave me. They knew right away that I was there for the paper and were happy to give me quotes. Being in the paper was good for publicity at our school, and people usually do whatever they can to get in. So of course I was well received by the popular jocks, and they even invited me to hang out with them. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had hung out with anybody, so I agreed. We went to the team captain’s house. It was huge with a den that had pool and air hockey tables. “What’s up, Darren?” I looked up from the pool table and saw Mitch Becker standing there. I never really did like him. Call it jealousy, but he made me sick. He was a talker. There wasn’t a moment he wasn’t with someone telling them about all the great things he had done. He wasn’t conceited, but had plenty of cool stories from sports, camping, vacations, and his home life. People thought he was funny and entertaining. Maybe he was, but I just found it annoying at the time. “Not much, Mitch,” I finally replied. “It’s about time you pulled yourself out of the office to mingle with the common people.” He set up a new game, which he had apparently invited himself to play. “What do you mean?” “Well, shit, dude. You practically run the school. You’ve got a high rank in ASB and you control the paper. You could make or break anyone if you wanted.” “Mitch, are you kissing my ass because baseball season is coming up and you want to be on the cover of a few papers?” “Um, fuck you.” He sank three balls. “I don’t kiss ass, fag.” I disregarded his apparent insult, as he used the word on everyone, male or female. “Besides, I don’t give half a damn about being in the paper. I was just trying to make conversation, asshole.” He sank two more balls. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be mean,” I said nonchalantly. “Sometimes it just comes naturally to me.” He laughed and screwed up his shot. “You know why I like you, Darren?” He didn’t give me a chance to ask. “Because you’re what I like to call unfuckable.” “Are you calling me ugly?” I asked, smiling at his amusing use of the “f” word, an obvious favorite of his. “No, dude,” he laughed again. “No one fucks with you, making you unfuckable. If you were ugly, you’d be fuckless. Completely different words, bud.” I played a couple more games with him. Although I envied the way he could talk about whatever for countless hours, I had to admit it was fun hanging out with Mitch. I left that night with friendly new nicknames like Little Bitch, Fat-Fag-Fucker, and Beater, because I guess I masturbate an awful lot. The next couple of weeks, I hung out more with some of the jocks and other popular people. Those freshmen were practically begging for work every day, so I was always able to “delegate” most of what I didn’t finish to them. Mitch would greet me on campus with a punch in the arm and a clever putdown like “cock-sucker” or “fag-face.” Sometimes we would pass each other driving and he would smile and wave his middle finger at me. Such a good buddy. I was sitting at home that Friday watching TV when Mitch came over. I met him at the door with a puzzled look on my face. “Hi.” “Hey, dude. What are you doing?” “Uh, watching TV. Why? What’s going on?” “Nothing. I just wanted to talk.” “To me?” He sighed. “Well, actually, I was trying to have a conversation with your door here, but you sort of interrupted.” Damn his sarcasm. “Hold on, I’ll get some shoes on and we can go for a drive. Is that okay?” “Sure. Whatever.” So we left and drove around for a while, as he told me about his frustrations with this girl, Candice or something. He was pretty depressed, so I forced myself to listen and give a little advice. Talking about it made him feel better, so he took me to his apartment, where he proceeded to tell me his life story through sports pictures and home videos with him and his older sister, the former editor of the paper. It was kind of fun seeing her being so stupid in the videos, and I realized that Mitch wasn’t such a jerk after all. I was a bit touched that he chose me to share his problems with. I guess he thought I was more understanding and compassionate than his baseball buddies, which I took as a compliment, and Mitch Becker wasn’t known for giving compliments so I considered myself lucky. He and I started hanging out on the weekends and he eventually convinced me to give up late-night gym regimen and work out during the day with him. We became really good friends, although we were an odd pair. I was the serious academic, and he was the fun-loving athlete, but our traits sort of rubbed off on each other. We spent most of the summer together, which was great because my summers were typically pretty boring. Summer proved to be an interesting time for me though. With the stress of my responsibilities on hold, my hormones became active again. Only they were making me feel a bit different this year. Instead of noticing breasts and long legs, I was catching my eye on muscled chests and rock-hard abs. What the hell was wrong with me? I knew that I had caught myself looking a bit longer at some of the guys in the locker room than I should have, but these new desires were ridiculous. I started thinking about guys when I jacked off. I imagined some tanned stud kissing my body with his tongue as I stroked my meat. My orgasms got better and better as my imagination got wilder. Soon I fantasized about sucking a huge cock and would taste my own cum and pretend it came from some gym god. I was still a virgin and aching to try stuff, but these temptations weren’t easy to act upon. There was no way I could be gay. I didn’t tell anyone about my feelings, and sometimes felt overwhelmingly ashamed around Mitch, my very straight best friend. I found myself masturbating daily to the thought of passionately embracing buff beauties and rubbing cocks together. I had to know what it was like. I went online and used my credit card to order a few porn DVDs. Fuck, those drove me wild. Watching perfectly sculpted guys giving and taking it from each other pushed me over the edge. I had to have that, somehow. I sometimes thought that maybe I could transfer to college in a bigger city and experiment with these crazed feelings. One night I was watching one of my porn videos and stroking my hard cock. I rubbed my free hand over my smooth chest and abs, gently squeezing my pecs and breathing hard. I was really horny that night and decided I would try something new. I put a finger in my mouth and sucked on it for a while, soaking it with my spit. I put it my smooth ass crack and rubbed my eager hole. Slowly, I pushed my middle finger inside. My anus resisted at first, but I breathed and managed to relax enough for the tip to penetrate. FUCK, IT HURT! I winced and jerked as my anus tried to push my finger out, but I kept stroking my dick and the pain subsided. Biting my lip, I pushed my finger the rest of the way in and held it there for a while as I continued to slowly pump my rod. After all the pain was gone, I began sliding my finger in and out of my tight hole. It hurt at first, but after a minute, my anus relaxed and I was able to slide my finger around easily. With my hole more open, I was able to probe my sensitive insides, and I began feeling around the walls of my rectum. It started to feel kind of good. I pulled my finger out completely and then popped it back in, my hips jolting a bit at the re-entry. I did this over and over, each time my finger went in with less difficulty and more pleasure. I brought my hand to my mouth and lubricated another finger with my saliva. I slipped the one in and felt around a bit, and slowly pushed the other in. It stung a bit as it stretched my anal muscle open wider, but it felt great once it was in. I resumed massaging my inner walls, moving around and groaning a little with these new sensations. I pushed both fingers in deep and bucked my hips when I hit my prostate. Breathing hard and very erect all of a sudden, I brushed my fingers against that soft spot again and my hips thrust in response. Holy fucking shit, that felt amazing! I started rubbing my cock in my fist again, and gasped as I felt intense pleasure coming from nerves I didn’t know I had! I was thrashing around on my bed, one hand pounding my dick and the other probing deep tissues in my ass. My breathing became faster and faster and my muscles started to tense. I felt an orgasm coming but it felt completely different this time. I could feel it rising from deep inside my prostate as my fingers pushed and rubbed it. I felt the cum traveling through my inner tubes as my breaths got shorter and faster. My ass was wide open and I was whipping my fingers in and out of it lustily. The pressure was building and I wanted to reach out and grab something, but both hands were very occupied. In a few more strokes, I felt my juice making its way up my thick cock and finally shooting out of it and splattering on my face, neck, chest and abs. It was the best fucking orgasm I had ever had! Each time cum shot out of my throbbing dick, my ass clamped on my fingers so tight I thought it would pinch them straight off! I kept stroking and more and more of my sweet juice shot over my tense body. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy! My spasms eventually subsided and I just lay there, dick in hand, breathing heavily and exhausted from my own lust. I must have drifted off for a few minutes, and when I opened my eyes I looked down at my body. Shit, I had cum a fucking lot! I had a huge pool of my semen gathered in my navel and in the crevice of my neck. I looked to my sides and saw that some had rolled off my hard abs and onto the bed, wetting my sheets. Damn, that meant I’d have to clean them if I wanted to continue sleeping in my bed. My room reeked of my sex act, but I kind of liked it. I looked around for something to wipe off my cum mess. There was a shirt on a chair near my bed, but if I reached for it, all the cum would run off me and wet my sheets more. I figured then I might as well try eating some of it. I had never tried my cock’s milk before, but it did have an interesting smell, and it was still pretty warm… So I fingered a glob of it and slid it onto my tongue. Hmm… I taste pretty damn good! Liking what I produced, I proceeded to finger the rest of my man juice into my mouth, leaving my throat coated with my own sweet semen. After I was all cleaned up, (although I was still smacking my gums a bit trying to wash down the residue my cum left behind in my mouth) I laid back and sighed. I couldn’t help but smile, thinking about what I had just done. I had seen other guys get fucked in porn like it was nothing, but I was always afraid that it would be impossible for me. I don’t know, I guess I just always assumed that those guys were really in pain and just doing it for the money, but boy, was I wrong! Those damn lucky bastards got paid for all that pleasure! My ass felt great. It was still really relaxed, which made the rest of me feel the same way. There was a little soreness, but it was well worth it. Someday, I would get myself fucked silly by some hot stud. I smiled again at my horny thoughts. One thing was for sure though; no one could know about my secret desires—especially Mitch! If he found out that I wanted to fuck around with other guys, he would probably beat the hell out of me and never talk to me again. I couldn’t lose him as a friend, so I would just keep my future male carnal acts a secret. Maybe I could fake a relationship with some girl to throw him off and keep him from suspecting anything. Ha! Maybe that girl will have a really cute older brother who’s just a bit curious! I let out a quiet giggle at my naughty thoughts. Yes. Someday, I would have my man action. Someday… I’ll post the sequel to this later. If you have comments or suggestions, send them to b_waters77@hotmail.com