Gay Erotic Stories

Tex and I grew up together, best friends from grade school. From the time I first met him in the sixth grade, I knew that there was something different about him. I liked the way he looked, I liked the way he smelled, I liked him. I was beginning to have the stirring of a long-time battle to control my true sexual feelings. We were friends and did lots of things together. We played together and later we cruised around together once we could drive. Occasionally, when he would be at my house, we would even wrestle. I don't know if he noticed, but I always tried to grab his jeans just right so that they would unsnap. He never knew how much enjoyment I felt with his body next to mine. The years passed and we remained friends, even though he lived a long way from our home town and we didn't see each other much. We both married, he had two children and I had three. Life went on, but I still carried that desire to be more than Tex's friend. At our 25 year class reunion, Tex appeared, just as handsome and sexy and desirable as ever. We had a great time getting reacquainted at the reunion, but there was more fun ahead of me...I just didn't know how much. Tex's wife returned home, but he had to stay in town on some family business for a week. My wife was going to visit her parents out of state the same week. Naturally, I invited Tex to stay with me (after all, what are friends for?). He accepted and I looked forward to the chance to spend some time with him. I took a few days of vacation so that I could spend some time with him. The first couple of days were great. We relived old times, laughed, and talked about the days of our youth. I don't think that he ever noticed how being near him affected me. Although I tried to concentrate on other things, I could only think of him...his penis in my mouth, my penis in his, kissing, wrestling like we used to (but naked this time). I spent those two days with an almost constant hard-on. The second night, I decided that the moment of truth had come. I disabled the air conditioning in the house and it became miserably hot. Since we had a window unit in our bedroom for noise if I had to sleep during the day if I had worked all night at the hospital, I suggested that Tex sleep in there with me. "After all," I said, "it's a king-size bed and there's plenty of room. And we can keep on talking!" He agreed and phase one of my plan was complete. As we got ready for bed, I quickly stripped down to my boxer shorts, careful to make sure that I was showing through the flap. I'm not usually very big, but with the stimulation from being near him, I was already a little enlarged. I hoped that he would notice. He had already told me that he slept in the nude, so I casually told him that I would give him some shorts if he wanted or he could sleep in the nude and it wouldn't offend me. Much to my dismay, he accepted the shorts. I purposely picked some smooth, silky ones so that he would be rubbed by them every time he moved. Phase two was only a partial success. We got in bed and started talking with the lights off. As we talked, I did everything that I could to bring up sexual subjects. We touched on them briefly, but he didn't press the issue. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I told him that I really want to tell him something serious, and that I hoped it wouldn't damage our friendship. He assured me that nothing would damage our friendship, but he didn't know what was coming. "Tex," I started, "you know that we have been friends for a long time, but there is more to this than you know." I asked him just to listen, not to say anything until I finished and he agreed. "For years, I have wanted you. I want to touch you, make love to you, play with you, enjoy you. I know that this may come as a surprise to you, but I have thought of you often over the years, wondering what it would be like to be right where I am now." I went on to describe my feelings and express my deep, sincere love for him as a friend and as the object of my desires. Then, I was finished. In the deep black, I couldn't see anything. I couldn't even hear him breathing. Not a word, not a sound, not anything. I realized that I had probably blown the best friendship that I had ever had. I lay there in the dark, sorry that I hadn't continued to suppress these feelings. What seemed like hours passed, and I couldn't bring myself to say anything. Then I hoped that he had fallen asleep while I was talking and hadn't heard anything. The silence continued and I lay there not knowing how I could undo this mess I had gotten myself into. And then,.... Suddenly, I felt Tex next to me. He reached over and kissed me. I almost shot my load at that point. What followed was the most wonderful experience of my life. Tex told me that he had always considered me his very best friend and that although he hadn't ever done this before, it just seemed right with me. "Rex," he said, "I love you too...in fact, I want to do all of those things that you want to do. We have three days left and we can make the most of them." I pulled him close to me, feeling his hairy chest against mine. Reaching down, I felt for his cock and found it, already beginning to grow from the excitement of his anticipation of what was to come. By now, my rod was sticking out of the flap of my boxers like a flagpole. He slipped my boxers off and I ripped off the silky shorts I had given him. We lay there, naked, in one another's arms. We were both inexperienced...two 43 year old married men with no experience with another man, but that was about to change. He was bigger than me, maybe 7", and hard as a rock. I couldn't wait any longer, so I slipped out of his arms and began exploring his organ with my tongue and mouth. It was absolute ecstasy...after so long, here I was, living out my youthful fantasy. I sucked and licked and sucked some more and then I took as much as I could in my mouth and he blasted me with sweet tasting cum. I swallowed all that I could and then licked him clean, making sure to use my tongue to clean every last drop, even from the hole. Then it was his turn, and I almost exploded with excitement as I felt his lips and tongue on my penis. I am about 5.5" but I think that I managed more that night. The blood flowed so hard into my dick that it outdid itself. He did too...for someone inexperienced he gave me the most wonderful feeling of my life. It didn't take long and I knew that I was going to cum. I pressed as far as I could into his mouth and then I shot my load. It was the best release that I had ever had...far better than anything that I had felt with my wife, my only other sexual experience. And he returned the favor that I had done him by licking me clean as well. I almost could have come again when he tongued my hole. What followed was the longest (and shortest) night of my life! We lay in each others arms for a while, basking in the afterglow of our experience. Then we kissed, deeply with open mouths. I could taste my cum still in his mouth, mingling with his that was still in mine. We rubbed our penises together, limp now from their passionate exercising, but still pleasing as we touched. I massaged his body, every inch of it, paying special attention to his crotch, his balls, and that glorious rod that I had dreamed of for so many years. He massaged me, his touch on my cock bringing more waves of desire to my mind and trembling to my body. We rubbed baby oil on ourselves and wrestled. I liked the body contact, especially face to face and dick to dick the best. Once I could get it up again, I lubricated myself and turned him over...plunging my pole into him and pumping out another load. Although I was fearful of his larger cock, he lubricated himself and I felt him enter me, plunge past my prostate, and give me the ride of my life....actually making me cum again just as he emptied his load into me. It was a night to remember and I always will. We repeated this scene over and over during the days he had left. And then, unfortunately, he had to go back to his home, taking with him only the memories and probably a gallon of my semen that I had deposited in various places. This was in the summer of 1999 and I haven't seen him since, but he will come back here some day, and we will make this happen again. Every word of this story is true...I know because I am Rex...satisfied now that Tex and I have been bonded together forever as special friends.