Gay Erotic Stories

It was freshman year in high school. That's when I had first seen him. He was of average height, around 5'10", with mid-length dirty blond hair, and the darkest, most mysterious brown eyes one could ever wish for. At that time, I was still unsure about my sexual identity. I knew that I was attracted to other guys, but I didn't exactly know what these attractions would entail. In fact, when I first saw him, I really had no feelings toward him. He was already pretty far into puberty, for a boy his age. In fact, though only 14 years old, he already had a "goatee" and I could see a mass of coarse blond chest hair coming out of the top of his shirt. His name, was Jayse. As my high school career continued, I became more sure of who I was. Though, still being attracted to both boys and girls, though, more strongly to other guys, I considered myself to be..."bisensual." Every time I would walk down the hallways in school between classes, I would find myself staring at the firm, shapely, sensual young asses of the guys in school. I could easily imagine squeezing their cute asses, letting my nose nuzzle into their bushes that surround their springy, teenage cocks. My own preferences, I learned quickly, centered around other guys' bulges in their fronts---specifically, their balls. I wanted to just take their heavy sacks in my eager, massaging hands, and listen to them moan. I wanted, more than anything, to trace my finger between their legs, following their coarse pubes to their tight, wet assholes. I wanted to submerge my finger up into their asses. I wanted to shove my tongue up their assholes. I wanted to feel my own sack slamming against their asses and sack as I banged away. I would imagine all of this, while shoving a candle up my ass at night, while masturbating.... ANYWAY! Back to the story... I realized that I had begun to become attracted to Jayse my senior year in highschool. I was still very much in the closet, and very much a virgin. Jayse was popular, extremely intelligent, insanely handsome, and an all around "nice guy." I had heard rumors (well, in my Freshman year, at least) about he, some bisexual girl, and her boyfriend, laying down somewhere, and him feeling the other guy's package. Of course, there was no evidence to support this rumor, and he tended to have a girlfriend every now and then. As the years went on, I stole quick glances at him in the locker room...when he was in his tight briefs. We didn't shower after gym in our school--don't ask me why, we just never did. I could see his well-sculpted body. I noticed his bulge wasn't all that big, but that didn't bother me. My own cock is only about 2 in soft, but, when I get hard, it grows to almost 7 inches. I had faith that he was the same way. So, now it was senior year. His own looks had matured to the '90s look: gelled hair, brushed forward with a somewhat tossled look. His lips were quite full, and very tempting. It was in my senior year that I realized that I loved him...and would probably never have him. I had become quite good friends with him. We would hang out after school, and I would flirt very subtly. I can't tell you how many times I thought about telling him my feelings about him, just so I could press my lips against his, grab his more than perfectly shaped ass, and just have him hold me. If only I had known... Later in our senior year, he had acquired a girlfriend. I was very jealous. This was the guy I would masturbate thinking about at night...and here he was with some...girl! Of course, I knew that didn't have sex. It just wasn't them. Both of them were the "no sex before marriage type. Sometimes at night I would find myself crying, knowing that I would never have him, could never have him, because of what I was. SO, ANYWAY graduation day came. He and I were completely decked out in our "honors" garb, along with cap and gown. Our school is separated into 3 separate quadrants: a north wing, a south wing, and an East wing. We were walking along the north wing, on the way to the gymnasium to get ready for graduation, having a conversation about high school. He could tell I was depressed; he probably thought that I was just because we were graduating. He had no idea I was almost about to start bawling because I was burning to tell him the way I felt about him. And then, like a big baby, I began to cry. I was screaming, or anything; rather, I was just letting the tears roll down my face. He was still talking, and didn't even notice. Then, as he went to say something, he turned toward me, and saw me crying. Strangely enough, he took a step toward me, so that we were very close. He took me in his arms, and hugged me. My breath paused; I was dumbfounded. He had hugged me before when I was down, but in that "manly, guy-type" way. A quick arm around the shoulder, a pat on the back. Now, he was holding me in his arms. I began to speak, about ready to tell him anything, when he said, "Ted, it'll be fine. We're both going to great schools. Everything will be great." I couldn't believe it! He actually still believed I was upset over graduation. I couldn't take it! After years of secretly loving him, crying over him, I couldn't allow him to continue being blind to my true feelings. I decided that a small approach would be best. So, I kissed him, lightly, on his cheek. I said, "I love you, Jayse." Without returning the kiss, he said, "I love you, too." He turned toward me, with that cute little smile of his. I closed my eyes. I was screaming inside. "Just Fuck it!!!," I thought to myself. I through my face toward him, and felt my lips touch his soft, firm, full, sweet lips. I think I shocked him, because he stayed still for about 10 seconds, while I just pressed my lips to his. Then, without a word, I felt his lips push back on mine. He was returning my kiss. I opened my mouth, somewhat in shock, to say something, when I felt his tongue flick gently against my lips. I then felt his tongue entering my mouth. I returned the kiss, giving him my tongue, in response. As we were kissing, I led him to an empty classroom. When we were there, my hands slowly moved down his back. I took in two handfuls of his sweet, teenage ass. As if some sort of signal, he started to kiss me with greater hunger. I could feel his spit enter my mouth, as our tongues played. I could hear and feel him breathing heavily. Without a word, with my eyes closed, I brought my hand to his front. I moved my hand to where his crotch would be, over his graduation gown. As if I had told him, he quickly slipped the gown over his head. He then took me back into his arms. Nervously, I placed my hands on his torso--so firm, so real. I slowly slid my hand down the front of his pants, and felt what I was searching for. His dick was perfect. I stroked his pubes, rubbed his sack. It was then I finally spoke. Pulling his mouth reluctantly away from mine, I said, "I want you inside my mouth." Still not speaking, though looking so beautiful, he nodded. He laid down on the floor. I pulled his pants down past his waist. I was surprised to see that his cock, in the seconds in took for him to lay down, was surprisingly, already hard. I nibbled my way down his "happy trail," down and down, licking the hairs, until I got to his full bush. I nuzzled my nose in it. I went down to his balls, licking the length of his shaft along the way. I gently put own of his balls into my saliva filled mouth, and sucked. He moaned. I brought my hands to where my face was. I fingered my way along his crotch, until I came to his hole. God, even his asshole was beautiful! I gently inserted my first two fingers into his ass. I heard his quick intake of breath. I took this as a sign to keep going. Keeping my fingers up his warm, pulsating hole, I brought my mouth back to his cock. I placed the head in my mouth. I could resist. I began sucking it, harder and harder, all the while pushing my fingers in and out of his sweet ass. I stopped after a couple of minutes, and told him to turn over. He smiled, though complied. I'm sure he knew what was coming next (no pun intended!) When he turned over, I finally noticed my hardness in my own pants. I put my face to his ass, his so beautiful ass, and began to lick. I licked his crack. I took a deep breath, and smelled his sweet ass sweat. Then, without hesitation, I went down on him. At first I only flecked his hole with my tongue, tasting him. However, after one taste, I realized I wanted the whole thing. I began to suck on his hole, tasting the sweetness of this guy that I knew I loved. After I stopped sucking, I took off my own graduation gown, and pulled down my pants. As expected I was around my usual 7in. hard. He turned over, and kneeled. He leaned over, and kissed me. Then, he lay back, on his back, and lifted his knees to near his face. Unrestrained, I mounted him. I began to kiss him, again. I could feel my hard, throbbing dick right next to his hole. I could feel his hot prick, lathered with pre-cum, pressing up against my torso. Then, with little thought, I began to enter him. At first there was some resistance. Then, after only a couple seconds, he loosened up. The spit that had been left over from my rim job helped guide my cock in. And, once I was in....OH! I had never felt anything so.... good. I was up inside the guy I loved, his hot, wet, tight ass surrounding my cock. Slowly, I began to pump. He began to moan. While I pumped, I began to kiss him, with more fervor than ever. Some time into our lovemaking, I grabbed his dick, and started pumping. I began to slam his ass harder...faster! I could feel my sack slamming against his ass. I could feel every hair of his body, thick with sweat, pressing against me. Faster and faster I fucked him. Then, I knew it was time. With a few more thrusts, I climaxed. I shot load after load of hot, sticky cum into his has. I could feel it dribbling out, running down his sack. And, as if this were some sign, he began to shoot. I kept pumping his ass and cock, feeling our two juices intermingling, creating a sticky glue to seal us together. We slowed down. Our kissing continue, though slower, though still passionate. Finally, I collapsed. I stayed on top of him, though. My cock shrunk back to normal. I pulled my face away from him. I looked into his eyes, they were filled with tears. Finally, he spoke, "I didn't know how to tell you.... I love you." We told each other. The language was perfectly clear.