Gay Erotic Stories

I went through my teens scared to death that my parents would find out I was gay before I was ready to tell them. College provided me my first chance to move away from them and I jumped at it. But, oh Lord, how fast college life moved! I was told that I would be sharing a room in a dorm with another student. Days later, I was still looking for him. Gay guys were easy to identify, but getting one to stop long enough to get acquainted was an almighty trial. "I can't stop and talk," said one gorgeous blond. "I'll be late for my execution." He was the one I wanted for a "roomie," but he had already been claimed. Outside my window, my attention moved from one gorgeous hunk to another moving across campus. Until one morning I saw a six foot tall, ruggedly built young man with dark shoulder-length curls enter the dorm. "Oh, please, let him be my roomie," I prayed, and opened my door. "Are you Darryl?" he asked. "Ohmygod!" he heard me exclaim. "And you have blue eyes, too!" Toby had to live it up there for a while, realize that the friends he hung out with didn't give a hoot about him, then he settled in. How long it took him to put two and two together is unclear. All I remember is how I felt the first time he moved over to my bed and took me into his arms. No other nineteen-year-old hunk could've had eyes that blue or arms that inviting. Slowly, he moved over me and I lifted my legs up around him to hold him over me. His dick swelled in response. The thought of it being so close now to my anus had me reeling. I drank in the sight of it bobbing, shaking, then reached for it. Toby's eyes widened in astonishment now, muttered something about never having done anything like this before, then watched my move. I put him into me. I was already slicked up and waiting for the chance, I told him. Slowly, he filled me, his expression one of awe until pleasure closed his eyes and turned his head. He surged ahead out of control until it seemed the bed beneath us might break. He looked over at our door as if expecting to hear someone knock. "Nevermind!" I told him, and pulled his mouth roughly to mine. He came at the exact instant we kissed. I fell back into myself seeing him grimace. "We did it," I told him, and he shook his head, grinned, and muttered, "uh-huh, we did, didn't we?" And then he collapsed. Slowly, he came back to life. Opening his eyes, he smiled seeing me smile, then took a deep breath, and raised up on his elbows. I kissed a finger, put it to his nose, and asked him why it took him so long to come. "You said you had never been with anyone before?" "I was nervous," he said. "It was a big jump out of the closet for me. This is my first time away from home." "And now how do you feel?" "Like there's a lot to look forward to. Especially here with you." "You were late in getting here." He raised up smiling. "I know," he said. "But I was thinking ... if we could stay here in this bed, I could do a lot of catchin' up."