Gay Erotic Stories

When I met Eric my freshman year of college I didn't think much of this short, bulky guy. He was good-looking, I guess. But at this time I was not ready to fully pursue my sexual orientation and I just didn't look at guys. Not that I looked at girls either. I went to my hometown university and most of my high school friend chose to go the University of Texas - the big school. Once they left, I was left pretty much friendless and thus I resorted to hanging out with Eric. He is a short 5'6", about 160 lbs, light brown hair, brown eyes and the most beautiful chest I have ever seen. Eric turned out to be one of the best guys I have ever met. He was kind, funny, intelligent and an overall nice guy. We quickly became best friends and relied on each other for everything. From class assignments and rides to school to emotional support and just laughs. My indifference for him grew to be a full-blown admiration. Then one day it happened. I came to terms with my homosexuality. I always knew I was gay, but I had managed to suppress the feelings for so long that I actually had even myself fooled about who I was. I owe all this to Eric. See, one day I woke up and realized that I was butt-crazy, head-over-heels in love with this guy. All I could do was thinking of him and looked forward to our time together. For years, I hung out at his house and school. We even worked together. We were inseparable. The thought of telling him how I felt never crossed my mind though. Eric was totally straight and although I had accepted my sexuality, I was not ready to let anyone know (as a matter of fact I was ready to hide for the rest of my life) and much less to do anything with a guy. The years passed and all I could do was fantasize about him and jack off in the shower thinking of his succulent ass and large package. I had gotten a few glimpses a few times while he changed or came into his room after a shower or something. The guy looked amazing in his white cotton briefs. That's the image I most often used to jack off. Amazingly, our first trip together did not come until I graduated from college. His cousin was going to graduate high school and he asked me to drive up to New Mexico with him. We would spend the night over there and have a good time. I jumped at the opportunity of sharing a room with him and finally being able to stare and gaze into his face as he slept. I always stared, but it had to be for short periods of time since I didn't want to be caught. We arrived in Albuquerque and did the whole graduation thing. When it came time to go to bed, Eric and I retired to our room and proceeded to disrobe. It was a hot night and we both went to sleep in our underwear. We shared a queen-size bed, which was not an unusual size for us. Many a night we had both fallen asleep in his bedroom. There I was though, the first actual NIGHT. I had about eight hours to get my fill of Eric. I thought it was going to be great ... I never imagined it would be this wonderful. We talked for a while before going to sleep. We talked about his neighbor, whom he was fond. I always encouraged him to go out with girls, but he was so shy that he could never ask anyone out. After an hour or so of talking he fell asleep. I planned to sleep little. As he laid there facing me, I looked at his face. Then, because of the heat, he pulled the covers off his body. My God! I had a view of his chest, his hairy navel and him in his underwear. For 15 minutes I stared and got the biggest hard on of my life. My hand was just 10 inches from his cock. After a while, I decided to go for it. I was going to start playing with him and see where this would lead me. I decided that starting with the legs would be a safe way to start. I tossed my legs and had them meet his. The physical contact was killing me. I was really shaking from the mere fact of touching him. He moved, but only to pull closer to me. I turned around and had my crotch touch his. Our dicks had only pieces of cloth between them and this was getting me hotter than shit. Then I noticed that I wasn't the only guy with a hard-on on that bed. I felt a stiff dick on the other side of the white briefs. I couldn’t believe it. I turned my head to look at him. To see if he was awake. He was not. I gently humped and pulled closer to him. He didn't seem to mind. I humped again and he did the same. I got scared, but since he showed no sign of being "aware" or awake, I continued. I figured it was now or never. With my left hand I reached and touched his dick. Sure enough, it was hard. My God, I could not believe it. I pulled his underwear down and released the most beautiful cock. He wasn't that big, but the thickness of it was impressive. I looked at him and he had his eyes open. He looked at me and smiled. I reached over and kissed him. He returned my kiss. We didn't say a word. After making out for a few minutes, I proceeded to return my attention to his cock. I had never even thought of sucking a dick, but I decided that this was going to be it. I opened my mouth and took it all. All I could think was how good it tasted. He fucked my face as if he had done it before ... I knew he hadn't because he was a virgin. He came quickly. Untreatably, this being the first time he was engaging in any sexual experience. He recovered quickly though and soon my legs were over my shoulders. I don't know how we went about it. Neither of us were familiar with this territory. But fuck me he did. Several times that night. He allowed me to fuck him once, and I was thankful for that. We woke up the next morning, still not saying anything. We never spoke of it again and we never did anything again. The only time we even acknowledged it was when I came out to him officially last year. He freaked out and told me that he wasn't like that. He broke my heart when he quit talking to me. He is the love of my life, but I guess I should be grateful for that one night in New Mexico, were our love was imminent.