Gay Erotic Stories

It was about 2 PM on Friday when we made the decision to go to Kentucky for the weekend. My roommate, Taylor, and I (my name is Chris) were both sick and tired of the all work and no play that is common during mid- semester. Being crammed into the little 10' by 12' box that was the University's excuse for a dorm room had finally gotten to us both, and we needed some fresh air and wide open spaces. We had ESPN on the television, and they were hyping up the Kentucky Derby which was to take place tomorrow afternoon. Almost simultaneously, we both said, "Why don't we go?", and smiled at each other. We whipped into action, each packing an overnight bag with the bare necessities. I emptied out the "petty cash" jar. After all, we were going to a horse track and were definitely going to need some money. We practically ran out of the dorm and hopped into Taylor's beat up Bronco. A quick stop for gas and we were on the road. I figured if we kept up our speed we could reach our destination just in time for dinner. Just a couple of guys from Virginia taking a road trip to Churchill Downs! It was perfect. As we flew down the highway, Taylor and I talked about all kinds of things, as anybody does when there's nothing to look at but mile after mile of black asphalt and trees. It was mostly small talk, and it finally wound down to silence. Taylor was driving, his gaze intent upon the road. I glanced over at him, and noticed the way the afternoon sunlight reflected off of his deep blue eyes, while at the same time seeming to be absorbed by his long, dark lashes. It wasn't the first time I had noticed his eyes, or the way they accented the soft, boyish curves of his delicately boned face. No, there was no doubt about it....I was hopelessly attracted to Taylor. This 20 year-old boy was my idol. We had met as freshmen in high school, gradually becoming the best of friends. We both took it for granted that we would be roommates in college. In fact, this was our second year of living together, and we got along great. My attraction for Taylor had been something that sort of crept up on me and took me by surprise. And as my feelings got stronger and stronger, it became harder and harder for me to hide them, but hide them I did. Who can blame me for wanting him, for God's sake?! He's beautiful! Taylor is of average height, but has a slim body. His smooth skin is a very light tan color, sort of like a cup of coffee with three or four creams. He's not all muscled up, but his light build fits him. When looking at him, you think you're seeing an angel, only without its wings. His silky hair falls just down to his shoulders, and has a dark auburn hue. The curves of his calves are exquisite, and the slight concavity of his stomach is so sexy it makes me shudder just to think about it. His narrow shoulders frame a tapered torso that guides any admiring eye downward to his waist, where the curvature of his hipbones are visible just beneath young, satin skin. Having been his roommate for so long, I can tell you that his ass is nice and firm and rounded, and his smooth, silky-looking dick is nestled in a finely-textured soft mat of hair that flows naturally towards a very impressive pair of large, nearly hairless, wonderfully balanced balls. Taylor plays in a band, and the first time I can remember being attracted to him is when I saw him on stage, sweating and shirtless, stroking his guitar hard and fast and furious. The club was filled with smoke and the scents of sex and liquor were all around. I was so absorbed in watching a bead of sweat trickle down the tender curve of his neck, over his chest, and finally come to a stop on one of his round little nipples, that I didn't even hear the music. I got a hard-on just standing there watching him. That memory came back to me as I sat there in the passenger seat, staring at him. I didn't know how much longer I could go on without telling him how I felt. We arrived in town at about five-thirty and made Sonic our first stop. As we were finishing our meals, Taylor suggested that the next thing we ought to do is find a hotel. As it turns out, that was easier said than done. We hadn't realized that every hotel within thirty miles would be booked solid because of the race, but we found that out the hard way after driving around to each one over the course of the next couple of hours. "Well, what do you want to do?" Taylor asked me when the last hotel was a bust. "Hmmmm. It doesn't seem like we have much of a choice. I think we might have to sleep in the car," I replied. "In the morning we can get cleaned up at that truck stop I saw down by the interstate." "Sleep in the car? But, we can't leave the engine running all night, and it's going to be cold!" "Don't we have any blankets?" I asked as I searched around in the back. I answered my own question as I found one small blanket that was barely big enough to cover one person, let alone two. "I guess that's all we've got," Taylor said. "Boy we didn't plan this trip very well now did we?" "No. I guess we didn't." "Well Chris, I've slept in this car before, and there's only one good way to do it. We fold up the back seat and sleep in the back. We won't be able to stretch all the way out, but it beats trying to sleep in the bucket seats up front. We can use our overnight bags for pillows." We drove around for a bit to find a good place to park, finally settling on a nice grassy area about 200 feet off the road where we wouldn't be bothered by the lights and sounds of traffic. I set about getting our "bed" ready as Taylor changed from his jeans to a pair of sweatpants. I stripped down too, but not having any sweatpants, decided just to sleep in my boxers and t-shirt. Taylor noticed this, saying "Oh I see. You don't bring any sweatpants so you get to be the one to use the blanket!" "Fair is fair!" I laughed, and Taylor gave me a friendly little slap on the cheek as he handed me the skimpy blanket. Then we laid down to go to sleep. Nearly an hour had passed and I couldn't fall asleep. Taylor's back was facing me, which irked me, because I wanted to watch his sleeping face for a while. As if my thought had been subconsciously transmitted to his brain, he rolled over so I could see him. His sleep seemed troubled, because he tossed and turned and was making faces. I wondered if he was having a bad dream, and I considered waking him up. Then, just as I was about ready to reach out and shake him awake, I noticed the unmistakable outline of his hardening penis beneath his sweatpants. Maybe his dream wasn't quite as bad as I had believed. The sight of his concealed, steadily growing member was making me horny as hell, and my dick became rock-hard in seconds, forcing its way out of the opening in my boxer shorts. Now I was more awake than ever. But what could I do? I couldn't jack off in his car! And Taylor's tossing and turning was bringing him closer and closer to me. I was as far over as I could get in the tight quarters of our makeshift sleeping area, and if Taylor came any closer, he'd be up against me. If that happened, I was afraid I'd shoot my wad all over him and me both. My dick was screaming to be touched. I resisted. Now his face was only inches from mine, and I saw that his full, red lips were slick with saliva. He moved again and our hard dicks brushed up against each other (though his was still curtained by his damn sweatpants). The sensation sent a spasm throughout my entire body. He must have sensed it somehow, because I could tell he was beginning to wake up. I was so afraid of what he would think if he woke up and saw the state I was n! But I was helpless. Time passed. It seemed like his sleep was deepening and I was feeling safer by the second, though no less aroused. Then, just when I thought the crisis was over, an owl that must have been just outside the car let out the loudest "hoot" I've ever heard. Taylor's blue eyes flashed open in an instant and stared straight into mine. He immediately rolled over onto his back, and when he did, he couldn't help but notice my full exposed erection. Then he noticed his own! The look that came over his face was shock, mingled with confusion and anxiety. "Uh, I guess I was having a pretty intense dream, huh?" he asked. "Yes", was all I could manage. "You too?" "Uh, yeah, I guess I was." We both just laid there and looked at each other. He knew I was lying. He always knew when I was lying. I decided to go with the truth. "Taylor. Truth is, I couldn't sleep, and you were obviously having such an erotic dream that I guess my imagination ran away with me and I got a hard-on too. There, are you happy?" "Chris. There's no need to be embarrassed. Its completely natural to get aroused when someone else is aroused." He hesitated, then said, "The question is, what do we do about it now?" What was he asking me? Was this a hint? I wasn't sure. I wanted to believe it, but.... Taylor is as straight as an arrow! No way he would consider..... or would he? "Well", I said, "We can't go on like this all night. I certainly can't sleep with an erection like this!" I noticed that he had looked down at my penis when I said "erection", and he was still looking at it. I was just deciding to make a move toward the drawstring on his sweatpants when something totally unexpected happened... Taylor reached out for my dick! He got within an inch of it and stopped, looked into my eyes. I tried to make my eyes shout "YES!" as best I could. He got the message. His hand closed around my member. It was a delicate hand, but very strong due to his guitar playing. I could feel the power in his hand, right through my dick. He just held his hand on me, not moving it, but the sensation was electrifying! I could tell he was very nervous; hell, so was I! This was a forbidden dream come true! I reached out and caressed his dick through his sweatpants, then fingered his waistband and started to pull it downwards. He let me do it, and soon his dick was released from its prison of cotton. He removed his t-shirt and I removed my boxers so that we were both now completely naked. I cupped my hand around his tantalizing balls and gently, lovingly massaged. Taylor closed his eyes and tilted his head back, obviously enjoying it. The muscles in his neck were tensing and flexing. He moved his hand down off my dick and onto my balls, doing the same thing to me. Slowly, I moved my hand up onto his dick for the first time, and when I did, he let out a short little squeak of pleasure. Still fondling him, I got up and shifted my position so that I was kneeling between his legs. It was painful for me when he had to let go of my balls, but my desire to pleasure him overrode my need for him to touch me.... for the moment anyway. I took a long look into his beautiful eyes as I pressed gently against the inside of his thighs. For a moment he resisted, but then allowed his legs to be pushed to either side. We still hadn't spoken a word to each other since the foreplay had begun. I lowered my head to his crotch, and breathed in the scent of his sex. It was sweet as honey with a slight citrus tinge. Then, ever so slowly, I caressed the tip of his penis with my tongue. The waves of pleasure it caused in him were obvious. I had once been told by a boy that my tongue was rough, almost like a cat's, and that it was "incredible what my tongue could do to a man". Gradually I took Taylor deeper into my mouth, using my "cat's tongue" to its full advantage. But I was still holding back, prolonging the experience and enjoying every second. Taylor finally broke the silence, and said only two words in a breathless voice: "Too slow!" From the amount of precum that was flowing out of his dick, I knew that he hadn't been pleasured in a long time. He started to move up and down under my continued sucking. I reached under his thighs to get a better grip and lifted him slightly off the bed. Now I was taking the whole of him into my mouth and throat, orally massaging his sensitive organ. I made a bold move.... I slicked one of my fingers with saliva and precum, and reached down under his buttocks. My finger slid into his tight asshole, and as I did it, Taylor's whole body shook with excitement. "Oh Chris, that feels so good!" This was amazing! We hadn't even kissed each other before! Simultaneously sucking him and fingering him, the pace began to quicken. I was beginning to sweat, despite the chilly air inside the car. My dick was harder than ever. Taylor was making regular noises now, caught in an onslaught of pleasure that he was unable to control. I felt him start to reach his climax, and I reached my other hand down to his balls, cupping them once again. They were beginning to contract and pulsate. I squeezed gently, and all at once he erupted in my mouth. The spurts seemed to go on forever, releasing all the tension in his body through that one small opening and down into my throat. The pinnacle of pure joy. As suddenly as it had begun, his monumental orgasm finished. His body relaxed as I let go of him with my mouth and hands. As he recovered, I licked all the semen off his big balls where it had overflowed my mouth and run down the side of his precious, seven-inch dick. He leaned up and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up on top of him. Then he kissed me with such passion I can't even describe it. His own soft tongue explored the inside of my mouth and licked away the remnants of his own cum from the inside of my cheeks. We looked at each other's eyes while kissing, closer than ever before. Lying there on top of him, my penis was pressing insistently into the concave curve of his smooth stomach. I started to slide up and down on top of him, and he knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My balls were already starting to ache with anticipation. Still lip locked, he reached one of his hands between us and grabbed onto my dick. I pulled out of the kiss and rolled over onto my back. He rolled with me and now lay on top. Slowly, he slid down to my chest and started teasing my nipples with his tongue, while still fondling my penis and balls. I reached up and pushed against his shoulders, forcing him down to my waist. He seemed to hesitate for just a second, then he attacked my dick with a ferocious passion. It seemed if he were going to chew it right off, grazing the sensitive skin of my member with the edges of his teeth. The sensation was excruciating and wonderful! He then moved down to my balls, putting them in his mouth and tonguing them voraciously. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the owl which had hooted some time ago was watching us through the large glass back window of the car, its huge yellow eyes intent upon Taylor's devouring of my manhood. For some reason the animal audience seemed to arouse me even further, if that were possible. There was no judgment in the owl's eyes, only the keen interest of a forest creature observing something it had never seen before. It never looked away once, and I found myself unable to look away from it, even as Taylor moved back onto my dick and began a less viscous and more sensuous suckling. For someone who had never sucked a guy off before, Taylor was extraordinarily good at it. A lot of what he was doing now was what I had done to him, and as I had hoped, his finger found its way to my asshole and began a cautious but irresistible exploration. My legs were spread as wide as I could get them. I was finally able to close my eyes against the owl's piercing stare, but I knew it was still watching and wondering I imagined that Taylor's mouth was really his asshole, and I began to fuck his face. God how I wanted to be inside of him! To open up that tight virgin ass in a storm of love and sex! I was quickly building to an orgasm that had been on the edge of happening for a long time now. Taylor seemed to sense this and he backed off a little bit, prolonging the agony but intensifying the pleasure. Then he stopped sucking my dick completely and started rubbing a strong delicate hand up and down my member at an ever increasing speed. His other hand was fondling my balls with the perfect amount of pressure. Now it was my turn to start making noises. I got louder and louder and it only seemed to encourage him. I was completely at Taylor's mercy! I wanted it to go on forever, but with an arch of my back and a yell that broke the silence of the night I came like I had never cum before. It shot into the air and spread across my stomach and chest. Taylor continued stroking throughout my orgasm, and the strength of his hand milked me dry. In the midst of my nirvana I heard the voyeur owl screech and take off in a flurry of flight....my scream of passion had scared him away. After licking my body clean, Taylor came up and lay down beside me as I closed my legs and started breathing normally again. I embraced him and kissed him again, this time with a more peaceful and satisfied intensity. He pulled the single little blanket up over us as we both began to feel the chill of the night against our young, naked bodies. We held each other for hours, and finally fell asleep in one another's arms. I awoke first in the morning, and kissed Taylor gently on his lips. He opened his eyes and stretched like a panther. His full nude body was angelic in the morning sunlight which shined through the window. Small specks of dried cum could be seen here and there on his perfect, glistening, creamy skin, and I almost became aroused again. I felt like I needed to say something, but I didn't know what. Taylor looked at me and I looked at him. Then I knew what I should say, and there would be no going back once it was done. "I love you," I said softly. And it wasn't my dick talking, though it certainly agreed. "I thought so," he replied. "But I'm going to need some time to think about this. I mean, I've never done anything like that before, and there's a lot to consider. Even so, I enjoyed last night very much. You made me feel.... wanted; loved." Then Taylor leaned over and gave me a quick but passionate kiss on the lips. I knew what he was going through. It had taken me a long time to come to grips with the fact that I was gay. But the fact that he didn't look upon last night as a mistake encouraged me. There was hope for us at least. "What do you say we get over to that truck stop and get cleaned up? We've got some high-class betting to do today. I want to look good, Chris." "Taylor, you look good just the way you are." He was, of course, still completely naked. That made him laugh, and I smiled. "By the way, Chris, did anyone ever tell you that you have the tongue of a cat?" "As a matter of fact, they have. Does it feel good?" "Better than you can imagine!" "I'll take that as a compliment, then. Has anyone ever told you that you have the graceful body of a cat?" "Only you, Chris. Only you." We got dressed in yesterday's clothes and headed off to the truck stop for breakfast and a shower. It was going to be a beautiful day. Next time: The truck stop, Churchill Downs, and a room at the Marriott!