Gay Erotic Stories

I have grownup. I am married with 2 lovely children. But I am still unfulfilled. I am looking for male companionship. I don't consider myself gay, but I must be at least bi. I still give in to desire. Once, I was at a weekend workshop. We were assigned a roommate and it should have been a ‘just share the room' kind of thing since we all had "classes" that would keep us busy the entire weekend. However, things did not go along more conventional routes. When I got to my room about 11 p.m., I stripped down to my T-shirt and underwear and got into bed. I knew I had a roommate because his luggage was already in the room. I left the door unlocked. About 10 minutes later a tall muscular man walked into my room: It was my roommate. He was about 30 with light brown hair. He was broad shouldered and really good looking with an air of superiority that made his basket a little more prominent. He spoke politely to me as he undressed and I didn't stare at him but read a journal I had brought to catch up on. I heard him go to the restroom as he emptied his bladder and flushed. He continued to talk to me as he came back into the room. At this point I was under the impression he was ready for bed, so I put my journal up. I nearly stopped breathing as I looked at a nude Adonis in front of me. He was still putting things away and walked over to the light switch and turned off the light. I tried not to stare at him as I assumed he just slept in the buff, but I was to find out different. He locked the door and went over to stare out the window. He bent over to try to see something, giving me a great view of his bubble butt. It was all I could do to keep from giving him a full rimming right there. He was gorgeous. No fat anywhere, and muscles all over his body. He had a six-pack with just enough hair on it to make it stand out. He then closed the curtains and went back to the bathroom to piss. I asked him if he was ok, and he said he had drunk too much Sprite. As he came back into the room he started talking about masturbating and how it was the only way he could go to sleep. He usually fucks his wife, he said, but his hand would have to do tonight. By this point, I was hard. I was trying to be normal, but I couldn't help it. I had to get some of this action. Especially as he didn't go into the restroom to take care of himself, but proceeded to start whacking off right in bed. I quickly stripped off my underwear and asked if he needed some help. He quietly replied that he was game, and I eased out of bed to his crotch. Laid out in front of me was a god. He was tan, lean, and had a 10-incher. It was broad and full of heat. I could smell his testosterone as I grabbed his cock and put it into my mouth. It was way too long to suck, so I just held it in my mouth as I jerked him. I ran my other hand over his body as he moaned softly. After a few more strokes, he asked if I wanted to swallow it. He wasn't nasty, but I didn't want to catch anything, so I said no, and in a moment he came. I pumped him easily as he shot hot, wet, and sticky gobs of cum onto his chest and abs. I then rubbed it into his chest and abs. He then got up and laid me on my back. He started to grab my cock and masturbate me. I was hot, and started to lose good sense. I raised my legs to his shoulders and felt his stiffening cock press into my ass. He didn't enter me, but started to suck my dick. I tried to press my ass onto his cock, but to no avail. He started to really play with my nipples and balls. I was starting to breathe really heavy. I was going to cum. He wanted it. He wanted it all, so after a few moments I let loose in his mouth. He drank it all up and collapsed on top of me. He wanted to go again, but I knew I needed some sleep as I had a full day’s scheduled. I never spoke to him again, and I don't know his name, but he was gone the next morning. I only saw him from a distance the rest of the day. Going home, I pulled on my dick in the car all the way home. I still regret that I needed that sleep.