Gay Erotic Stories

The First Time That I Fucked a Guy: Part One This story is completely true. The only things that have been changed are the names, including some place names. That's all . . . To start out, I should explain that I was working for a printing company, and had just turned eighteen when the followed happened. Oh, and before I forget, I’m English and live in eastern England [I wish there were more stories from England on this site . . . ] I had been going to a local nightclub every Friday. It was the highlight of the week for me, as I loved to dance and forget the grind of my home and work life. By this, I mean that I did not really enjoy my job; also, I was living with an evil step father, who I felt like throttling most of the time. At the [gay] club, I was propositioned all the time. I looked younger than my eighteen years, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and was smooth and athletic. I didn't smoke or drink (I still don't), walked a lot and swam whenever I got the chance. Not like most of the people you meet at nightclubs, then . . . or so I was to later find out. I had guys coming onto me but I really wasn't interested. I was there to relax, and was really into music. In any case, I had decided that if I was going to get horizontal with someone it would be with someone majorly hot. And special. Also, and it may seem hard to believe, it really didn't occur to me that people went to clubs to meet people so they could have sex with them. I was well-educated yet, in a worldly sense, still very innocent. About a month after I started going, for the first time, someone caught my attention. This guy was a few feet away from me on the dance floor and seemed to be in his own world. He didn't notice me at all, or so I thought. I couldn't stop looking at him though: he had these really chiseled features and a gorgeous body. I mean, what I could despite his clothes. He was also tall, about 6' 2", and had broad, masculine shoulders. He was like a cross between an athlete and a US marine. In other words, my jack-off fantasy since I was thirteen. I didn't think for a minute that anything could happen between us, despite the stirring in my aching loins. He seemed too unapproachable and I lacked the confidence to approach him. I left the club feeling forlorn, hopeless. If only I could be with him. A few doors away from the club, I heard a voice. It was the guy I had seen. He was standing in a doorway, looking at me. I couldn't believe it. I was trembling with excitement. He asked if I need a lift home. I accepted, of course, but I didn't need one. Home was an hour’s walk away but loved walking and being in fresh air . . . We got into his car, which seemed like a James Bond ride. He pressed buttons and screens lit up and things started moving. It seemed impressive but what really impressed me was god seated next to me. He was, close up, gorgeous. He had a strong jaw line yet had a boyish face, with light brown hair and clear, grey eyes. Also, his crotch seemed to be getting bigger and bigger as he talked to me. All the time my heart was pounding through my chest, sitting next to this god. He asked about me and what I did. I told him that I still lived with mother and stepfather. He told that his name was Luke and that he was a building contractor. We got to my place and he turned off the engine. I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to get out but I didn't know what to say. I just froze. As I sat there with my heart thumping, Luke reached over and kissed me. It was forceful yet a gentle kiss, his tonguing searching out mine. I felt an electricity pass through my whole body. I literally felt as though I was being shocked, I was so excited, so horny. It was only the second time that I had kissed someone and nothing has ever excited me so much, before or since. He seemed to know just how to work me and I felt completely in his power. Of course, I wanted to be. My dick responding to his kissing by tenting out my jeans, making a wet patch over the crotch. I had always made loads of pre-cum and he was just sending me over the edge. I pull my hand on his crotch and felt his dick. It was rock hard and felt really thick. He started the engine up again while still kissing me, hardly looking up to steer the car out of my road. He took me back to his place and as soon as we got inside the door, he started pulling off my tight white T-shirt and pulling off my 501s. As much as I wanted him, he was just moving too fast for me. I didn't feel that confident about my body. It seems strange now, it was (and is) lean and muscular but I still wasn't fully confident. He took me into his living room and started kissing me again while we felt over each other’s bodies. This was even better than it had been in the car. I almost came in my jeans, with his kissing alone. But I didn't want it to go any further that night, so I got up moved towards the door. He got down on his knees and sucked my cock through the jeans, sucking the precum away, trying to stop me from leaving. I was really excited, sexually, but I knew, in my head, that I wanted to leave. It was just happening too quickly. I asked him to drive me home. I had to push him away from me, and he relented. We arranged to meet a few days later, at the club. He didn't turn up and I felt terrible. Grief stricken. I walked home crying. I had met the man of my fantasies and thought that I would never see him again. Weeks passed and nothing happened. I would lie on my bed and every car engine that sounded made my heart thump. I ached for him and could think of nothing and no one else. At work I was on autopilot; I barely heard what anyone said to me. In desperation I decided to try and find his house. He lived about six miles from me. I couldn't remember the road but knew where the area was. I caught a bus then walked up and down all of the roads that looked familiar. I had been there in the night and it was getting dark. I tried really hard, walking through every street until late in the night and I still couldn't remember which house. It just made me worse, more dejected. Perhaps the fact that I wouldn't put out the night that I met him had ruined everything? I even went to the council offices in my lunch time, to ask how I would find someone's address. At the counter I met a friend from school, who knew my girlfriend at the time, Andrea. I didn't want her to think that I was queer so I made up a story about someone taking something of mine and not returning it. She helped me look through the electoral register but it contained thousands of names and was sorted my road, not name or even area. I looked for his name, "Luke Edwards,” under all of roads I could recall in his district. Nothing. There was a "Luke Asbjornsen,” but I thought that couldn't be him. Days passed, and slowly I became calmer, resigned too not meeting him again. Then one afternoon at work, there was a telephone call for me. This never happened so I was excited. I picked it up and a voice said 'Eric?'. It was Luke. My heart thumped hard in my chest and I started trembling. My dick also started to harden, while my body started feeling the shocks again, even though he wasn't with me. Luke asked if we could meet that night and I said yes. We decided to meet outside my old senior school, which I had only recently left. For the remaining hour of that afternoon I was in a state of high excitement. I ran back home when I finished and almost jumped the stairs to my bedroom. I think I was hard most of that time. I hadn't been wearing underwear, so my jeans were sticky from having a hard-on for the last two hours . . . I ran to my old school and waited outside the main entrance, my heart thumping harder as the minutes passed. It was 19h00. No sign of Luke. I started feeling disappointed . . . then his shiny black car pulled up. "Are you coming,” he asked? I got in and, in what seemed only seconds we were back at his place. I told him how I had tried to look for him and then he told me a few things about himself. He was 'Luke Asbjornsen', the only Luke I found in the electoral register in his area. "Luke Edwards" was a name that he had made up. His parents were Norwegian and he had been adopted as young child, to English parents [he didn't look especially English but I thought nothing of it]. This explained his name but didn't explain his secrecy. Then he told me more: he had been in the navy until the previous year. He was also married, although they had just separated. He didn't consider himself to be 'gay', even though he clearly liked men, or at least me. None of this made much difference to me, although I was interested to hear his life. He made me some food and afterwards we just laid next to each other in his living room. I think that he wanted me to feel more at ease this time and it was working. He played a cd by Chaka Kahn. I was brilliant: funky, soulful, horny music that you never get to hear in gay clubs. We started kissing and I put my hand into his jeans. I wanted to show him and that I was ready. I could feel Luke's heart pounding through his chest. His dick was fully erect, like steel, and wet with precum. Both our hands were in each others jeans as our tongues played in each others mouths. The same electricity was surging through me again. I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans. His dick sprang out. It was about 7", not as long as mine but thicker. He led me by the hand, up a spiral staircase to his bedroom and lay me down on the bed. By this point my head was spinning. He got on top of me and kissed me hard, passionately, as his hands pushed my jeans down over my aching cock. He kissed and licked my ears and nuzzled my neck, as I tried to do the same to him. He was far more experienced than me of course (I had only lost my virginity a few months earlier) and he took the lead. While I lay there breathless, he licked every part of my body from my face downwards. Wherever he moved, I tried to keep hold of his steel-like dick, wanking it when I could hold it properly. He licked my chest and then moved to my armpits, licking all the sweat from them before moving further down my body. He finally got to my dick and took the whole thing into his mouth, licking up all the juice that built up. He was brilliant at this, throating me to right down to my pubes, taking all 7.5" into his throat. He sucked me for what seemed like ages but I didn't come. I was excited but could not let go enough for me to shoot. He then licked my balls and along my legs, parting them as he moved down to my feet, which he also licked and sucked. I felt like I was being worshiped . . . then he turned me over and worked back up my body from my feet, as my hard-on pushed down into the mattress. He licked along the backs of my legs till he reached my firm, still completely smooth ass. I think that this point he told that I had a 'beautiful body', and I believed him. Then he licked all over my butt cheeks as he knelt over me. This tickled and I couldn't help laughing. Then, I felt him pull my asscheeks apart and his tongue moves into the cleft of my ass. I wasn't sure what he was doing; I didn't even know that people licked down there. All this was completely new to me. Suddenly, I felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue against my asshole. It felt strange but good. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. My hole was getting wetter and wetter and then I felt it: his tongue pushed deep into me, while his hands searched out my dick. He squeezed it as he pushed his tongue further into my ass. This felt great but I was still a little uncomfortable with what he was doing. I mean, this was my ass . . . he carried on like this and all the time he was tongue-fucking my hole, I felt his hard dick jerking against my smooth legs, leaking precum over my hot skin. He stopped after what seemed like half an hour and licked along my back. I could feel his whole body on top on mine. It’s hardness and warmth, the steel of his dick pressing against my ass. He started licking the side of my face again before pushing his tongue into my mouth. Kissing me again . . . I became more courageous and pushed him down onto the bed, kissing him really hard, before licking his chest and armpits. He moaned and stiffened. I really wanted to feel his dick in my mouth, to taste it and to taste his cum. I licked from his balls up to the head and then sucked gently, before taking the whole thing into my mouth. I had never deep-throated before (Luke was the second guy that I had sex with) but found it surprisingly easy, even though his dick was really thick. I wasn't an expert, of course, but it felt wonderful to be sucking on his dick, to feel him inside my mouth. After a while, he pulled me up and we kissed again. We lay together but it wasn't long before he started working me all over again with his tongue. He seemed determined to make me come and yet I couldn't seem to make it happen. I still didn't feel completely relaxed with a man, even though I wanted him badly. Luke continued to make love to me for hours, maybe five before we feel asleep in each other's arms. I remember looking at his beautiful face, his grey eyes, and feeling his muscular arms next to mine and listening to him breath. For me this was enough; at this point I didn't need any more. [see 'part two' for the continuation . . . ]