Gay Erotic Stories

Blair and I have been really good friends ever since that first Summer. My family was, to put it politely, dysfunctional. Blair's mother and father had four sons, and made it very easy for me to be their 'adopted' fifth. I spent more time with his family, than I did my own. Before long, we were spending every minute of our time together. We all did really...me and my new 'brothers'. Things really could not have been better. At this point in my life, I had never really given sex with girls a thought. I realize that at eighteen, the thought should have at least crossed my mind, but it hadn't. Being around these guys though, I began to realize how different this really was from the rest of them. By no means did I consider myself gay. The gay kids at school were quiet, and weak. They were the kids that took the brunt of teasing and ridicule. That wasn't me, not by a long shot. I didn't have a reputation with the girls, obviously, but still I was popular with many of them, and had been on a few dates. None were of any consequence. Blair had a steady girlfriend. It was a girl that I knew pretty well. She came from a family that was very involved in some church and all of its rules. Most of what she did had to first be run through the 'do and do not' list that had been permanently etched into her consciousness. This made it really difficult for Blair to make it very far with any of the physical advances that he would make toward her. It was a source of real frustration for him. He would often talk about how crazy it would make him when things would get to a certain point, and then this chick would just put an abrupt end to it. Not only did I find it odd that I wasn't the least bit attracted to girls, I really became puzzled by the thoughts I was having about Blair. I found myself more and more interested in seeing him. I watched him in the pool with his shirt off, I watched him when we played basketball, and the muscles in his legs and back would be tight and his body glowed with perspiration. What was I doing?! This thinking cannot go any further! That is what my mind told me, but my eyes betrayed me. Along with my teenage cock. It became increasingly difficult for me to explain the hardons I would get for 'no apparent reason'. I slept over at his house all the time, so the boners in the morning were relatively easy to explain. And at the pool, an erection could be explained away by pointing out a girl in a bikini. But other times, like lying foot to foot on the couch watching TV, or lying back on his bed tossing a baseball back and forth just didn't make much sense to Blair. Over a period of weeks the curiosity I had about Blair's body just couldn't be contained. I would begin to watch him sleep. As I lay in the bed next to him, I could see his breathing, and the muscles in his chest would rise and fall, catching the moonlight perfectly. I remember inching my way closer and closer to him, to the point that I was able to feel the heat that emanated from his body. At 6'1, he was a couple of inches taller than me. Physically there were really very few similarities between us. Only the fact that we both maintained pretty good muscular tone. He was blond, blue eyed and tan with a trail of hair that began between the mounds that were his chest and trailed across his flat stomach, disappearing beneath the waistband of his briefs. I was a more fair complexion and had green eyes and hair with a red/ copper tone. My body was smooth with the exception of some red beneath both arms and at the base of my crotch. One night, while lying next to him, I really couldn't discourage the blood from flowing to by dick, and it grew hard. So hard was it, in fact, that it escaped the confines of my tight, white underwear. I loved the way my dick looked when it was hard. The shaft is slender and shows veins running up to a round bulb of a cap that's much more purple in color than the flesh tone that supports it. About two inches of this one eyed monster was now peering from above the elastic waistband. It encouraged me to move even closer in Blair's direction. I allowed my fingers to tentatively brush against the fabric on his hip. "As long as I don't touch flesh then this really isn't a sexual advance" was what my mind concocted as sound judgment and explanation. It was a really hot night, so the blanket and sheet were in a ball at the foot of the bed. The light streaming through the blinds made a strange, but extremely interesting striped pattern across the two of us, as I continued my exploration of my best friends body. I laid very still and held my breath for a couple of seconds. Once I was sure Blair was still sleeping, my fingers continued by tracing the elastic, around his hip, across his waist and to his stomach. I left my hand on his stomach for what seemed like several minutes. I am certain that it was not long at all, but I wanted to check the status of my sleeping friend. I was lying on my right side, and my left hand was comfortably resting on Blair's stomach. Not really sure where to go with this exploration, I soon was shocked as I looked into my best buds open eyes! I would have snapped my hand back, but he had taken my wrist and held it over his navel. In one fluid motion he also kicked his left foot behind my knees and pulled me closer to him. I couldn't say or do anything. I was stunned and had been caught. Blair's crystal blue eyes had a different look in them. A look that I hadn't seen before. It was focused, and intense yet very warm and inviting. Finally he spoke and said, "So, where do you want this to go?". I was still unable to speak. As he took my open hand and moved it up and down the trail of hair that lined the center of his stomach he asked, "Does this feel as good as you have been imagining?" It began to occur to me, that the response I had expected, didn't happen. Blair hadn't tensed up, freaked out, or pulled away. As conscious thought returned to my brain, I relaxed and soon my hand was exploring without the help of his. Blair put his hands behind his head and stretched out next to me, keeping his left leg flung across mine. My fingers traced their way up to his chest and lingered on the points I located on both the left and right pecs. They were different than when I saw them on the basketball court. They were hard and stuck out much more prominently now. I gently pinched one and noticed that when I did, Blair closed his eyes and gently moaned under his breath. This must have felt good to him. I continued this same motion with both his nipples and felt Blair's body become more tight and aroused in the process. I looked at my best friend's crotch and noticed that he too had an erection. There was no doubt though what had caused this one, and neither of us bothered explaining it away. My hand left his tits and slowly traced the hair across Blair's torso to the white elastic above his crotch. Blair keeps his penis in a tucked position, and with all the blood that now engorged his dick, it made a tent in his briefs that stood several inched from his body. My hand, moving very tentatively cupped the mound of flesh between his legs and squeezed it, very gently. I felt it twitch and respond to my squeezing. It was growing even more. Just then, Blair removed his hands from behind his head and slid the waist of his briefs down around his thighs. His rod sprang from it's confines and hit his lower belly with a slapping sound. My hands now cupped his furry ball sac, and I played with the egg-like balls with great enthusiasm. As I played with his balls, Blair used his right hand to stroke up and down the shaft that was now as hard as steel. Blair spread his legs further, and I pressed my crotch tighter into his hip, as I pulled and tugged on the skin sac hanging between his legs. I had to taste my friend. I wanted to kiss him, but did not want to push things too far. He might get grossed out and call everything off. I looked up at him. He had his eyes closed, and was stroking his dick. He sensed my staring and looked back into my eyes. I instinctively moved my face closer to his. As our mouths approached one another our lips instinctively opened and I tasted the soft lips of my friend. I had kissed a couple of girls before, but this was way different. The most erotic part of our kiss was the way the light growth of whiskers on Blair's chin and cheek felt as I rubbed my face across his. I kissed him on the neck and decided I would taste his nipples and moved slowly that direction. I kissed along his collar bone and nibble the muscles of his chest until I found the dime sized knob that I wanted. When I found it. Blair arched his back, and released his cock, placing both his hands onto my shoulders. I couldn't enjoy his tits for long, because of the gentle but persistent pressure that Blair applied, pushing my face lower onto his body. There was no doubt where my buddy wanted my mouth to be, and his urgency to get it there made it even more appetizing in my mind. My wet lips trailed along his stomach, and then I was face to dick with Blair. I looked at it. It was fiercely pink, with an unmistakable curve in it that looked corkscrew like. It must have curved that way since it had been tucked into his briefs so tightly. Blair's breathing had stopped altogether in anticipation of this moment of contact. Viciously, I decided to prolong his agony another moment. I slid his briefs the rest of the way off and I crawled between his widespread legs, hooking them onto my shoulders. I lifted his ass and hips off the mattress and moved his crotch closer to my face. I used my tongue to trace from his left knee, along his thigh, just under his balls and down the right leg. I reversed that same pattern and then returned to his balls again. My tongue moved beneath his sac and tickled gently the spot between his balls and his ass. This is a spot I discovered in one of the frequent stroke sessions I enjoyed with myself, and was anxious to point it out to my friend. It was obvious to me that he found it as much a turn on as I did. He writhed on his back and again placed his hands behind his head. I took this as a sign that he was turning the entire scene over to me, and I would be allowed to used my own discretion and instincts from here. My nose had been nestled into his hairy ball sack long enough. It was time to taste those orbs. I took them, one at a time into my mouth. Generously coating them with warm, wet saliva. As I made love to them, I observed his balls drawing closer to his body, and the skin that held them there was much tighter than before. I took this signal as my cue to get to the meat of things. I traced the corkscrew shaft with my tongue right to the tip. I kissed the top of his cock gently and then, sucked just the head inside my lips. I applied a continuous, gentle sucking motion and allowed my tongue to trace back and forth along the slit in the middle. My lips moved farther down his shaft, and before I knew it his entire penis was within my hungry mouth. I slid off him slowly and then in an instant swallowed him to the hair that surrounded the base. Blair's mouth was wide open at this point and his eyes were closed tightly. Sounds of erotic pleasure were escaping from his lips, but he was in no way controlling them. I am not even sure he heard them. I continued my up and down motion on his rod which was now slick with my saliva. It was just a few moments when I noticed a thrusting motion in Blair's hips. His hands still behind his head, he was arching his back and thrusting deep into my anxious mouth. I sensed the moment would soon arrive. I would get my reward for a job well done. I tightly gripped Blair's hips and made a tight ring of my mouth. Blair was in control now. Suddenly, both Blair's hands gripped my head tightly and he pumped ferociously into my mouth. In three, two, one more thrusts a gusher or creme escaped his tool and filled my mouth to overflowing. He continued to trust into me as his body convulsed and his cock erupted in shot after shot of the salty slimy juice he was feeding me. I managed to swallow most of it, but significant pools of the slime ran past my lips and down his shaft. With his fingers still entwined in my hair, I licked Blair's crotch clean, and with a couple final slurps had gotten my lips and chin cleaned as well. I laid back on my pillow and turned my back to Blair. I had no idea what words could possibly add to what had just happened between me and my best friend. He apparently felt the same way because we both slept very soundly. The next morning, Blair and I got in his car, picked up his girlfriend and went to the pool. What a summer!