Gay Erotic Stories

This is the third chapter in the history of my sexual experiences with guys. The first was called Fucking the Enemy. The second was A Friend of A Friend. Each one deals with a separate adventure that you’ll probably enjoy on its own, but if you’d like to follow along my life story, you might want to start at the beginning.

Since that long weekend in September when my college roommate Dan and his buddy Mark came out to visit and rocked my world, I’d been on a mission to meet guys. I’d fully acknowledged my bisexuality and was itching to have some more fun. It turned out to be tougher than I’d imagined. Forget about what you always heard about LA; the beach area where I lived was super straight and homophobic. Of course I knew about the parts of town where the boys hang out, but West Hollywood seemed to be nothing but creeps and flamers, and I had no interest in them at all. I was into men but only if they acted like men. I liked the straight lifestyle and I liked regular, normal, masculine straight guys. I knew there must be other guys around who felt the same way, but I had no clue how to find them or let them know I was interested without risking a major scene. I was beginning to feel like if I didn’t get some guy action soon, I’d bust right out of my skin.

Let me back up and tell you a bit about myself. I’m a Midwestern kid, former high school wrestler raised in a farm town; short guy, only 5’6 and 150 lbs, dark hair, hazel eyes. I’ve always been a guy who works hard at everything I do, and I go through life with a basic jock mentality. I’m in the gym six days a week and I run six days a week, and I’m proud to say that it shows. I have a classic athlete’s physique, muscular and lean. Good size arms smooth ripped chest, six pack, nice hard ass, and legs that show every cut of my muscles. I can look at the guys on the underwear boxes and honestly say they don’t have anything on me. But none of that was making things any easier; more than three months after I’d started my mission, I was still only scoring with the girls. As hard as I’d tried to find some way into the action I knew must be going on, with guys I’d been completely shut out.

It was Christmastime. I’d just spent the holiday with my family, and now the flight from Chicago back to LA was stuck on the ground with mechanical problems. I didn’t have work the next day and the time change would still put me home at a reasonable hour, so I wasn’t too upset. The guy sitting across the aisle from me had a bigger problem; he needed to rejoin his unit by morning. Justin was a Marine stationed up on the central California coast, and the delay meant he’d probably miss his connection.

We talked while they worked on the plane. I tried to assure him the airline would put him on the next available flight, and even the Marines had to understand missed connections. When our plane finally got under way he gave me a thumbs-up, put on a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, pulled out a paperback and began to read. I spent a good part of the flight watching him out of the corner of my eye. He was a young guy, couldn’t have been more than twenty-one. About 5’8” and thinner than me, maybe 140 lbs, light brown hair and steel blue eyes. He was wearing a thick bulky sweater so I couldn’t really tell what kind of shape he was in, but his strong hands and the tendons standing out on his neck told me the Marine training had given him a tight and powerful physique. We picked up the conversation again during the meal and beverage service; he was really a very friendly guy, had almost a kind of sweetness about him. But with his quarter-inch buzz cut and his disciplined manner he seemed as military and masculine as they come. I thought maybe I saw a glint in his eye and felt something a little extra in his voice now and again, but it might easily have been nothing but wishful thinking. All the way across the country I fantasized about how I might manage to get together with him, and what it would feel like to put my arms around his tight body.

When we finally touched down in LA his connection was long gone. I stuck by him for support as he spoke with the agent at the gate. Turned out the flight he missed was the last one of the night; they fixed him up with a hotel room nearby and put him on another flight early in the morning. For me that was great news. I knew I had to make a move.

“Hey Justin, you know I only live ten minutes from here. There’s a pretty good brew pub in my neighborhood and I was thinking about stopping in for something to eat. Why don’t you meet me there? Unless you’d rather just sit around your hotel room…”

“Nah hell, a burger and a beer sounds fine.”

I wrote down the name of the place for him and sent him off to find the shuttle to his hotel. Then I cabbed it home and hurried out to the pub, relaxing with a nice cold one while I wondered if I’d ever see Justin again, or if it would just be another of my lame attempts at meeting guys that ended up nowhere. Halfway through my second beer I saw a familiar buzz cut come poking through the door, and a big grin spreading across Justin’s face as I waved him over to my table.

“Man I’m glad to see you,” he said. “I was afraid you wouldn’t still be here.”

We ordered burgers and more beers, kicked back and started trading stories about life at the beach and life in the Marines, and about the little Midwest towns where we’d each grown up. Justin seemed so much more relaxed than he’d been on the plane, and I quickly got used to the eager look in his eyes and his easy grin. After a couple of pints and a good meal we called it a night, and I suggested it would be convenient for him to call a cab from my place. So I led him the couple short blocks to my apartment walking close together to fend off the stiff, chilly breeze coming off the ocean, excited that I’d have him inside my apartment at least long enough for a phone call. Climbing the stairs to my door I got an even better idea.

“You know Justin, I’m gonna be up another couple hours watching TV. You’re welcome to hang out awhile, have another beer or maybe just a glass of water…”

“Water sounds good,” he said. And that sounded great to me.

I turned on the tube, poured two tall glasses of water and sat down a respectful distance from Justin on the couch.

“I hope you don’t mind,” I said, kicking off my shoes and peeling off my T-shirt. “The heater in this place is a little hyperactive, so I don’t wear too much around the house.” I flexed a little and fell back into the cushions, hoping to catch him staring at my worked-out abs and chest.

“It is pretty warm in here,” he said, unlacing his own shoes and pulling off his sweater to expose a Marine-issue olive drab T-shirt. I couldn’t help but take a good long, satisfying look at the way the thin cotton clung to his upper body—sure enough, the boy had a killer physique, thin but solid as a rock from all his hard physical training, not an ounce of fat anywhere, and every muscle on his torso standing out like it was carved out of wood.

But, what now? We picked up the conversation again, joking around together like we had in the pub. I was sure he checked me out once or twice. But I really had no idea how to take the next step. Seducing my college roommate had been easy; we slept three feet apart every night for Christ’s sake. Hitting on a guy I just met, who gave me no real indication he was interested in anything but hanging out like regular guys, was not something I felt the least bit comfortable with. I wanted the kid so bad, but I was more afraid of looking like some creepy fag scamming on unsuspecting young studs. So we kept talking, while I tried to figure out a way to tell if it was safe to make a move. It was so damn frustrating I felt almost like just giving up.

And then, finally, I noticed his pants.

“Hey dude,” I said, “your cock’s hard!”

Justin quickly shut up and stared down at the floor. I moved closer on the couch and reached my arm around his shoulders.

“Is that for me?” I asked.

He turned to me with a shy smile. We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, then both of us broke into wide grins, I wrapped my arms around that hot body and reeled him in.

Our lips mashed together, tongues quickly found each other and delivered a hot and heavy kiss. I broke our hold long enough to peel off his T-shirt; he raised his arms and let me slowly pull it off over his head, pausing while his face was covered so I could briefly tongue his small hard nipples. Then we were back in each other’s arms again, kissing deep and desperate, grinding our chests and abs into each other. I so loved the feeling of pressing up against a hot guy’s body; since that last romp in September I’d been missing it almost more than the sex. Justin was absolutely fantastic. His lean arms squeezing my ribs, strong hands massaging the taut muscles of my back, the raw pleasure he took in attacking my tongue with his, just made me want to hold that boy and make out with him all night. I slid my hand up and stroked the back of his head, loving the feeling of his close-cropped hair bristling against my palm. His smooth chest pressing against mine was so fucking hot. He felt so good, so much like a man.

I pressed my nose into his ear and spoke soft and low.

“Justin, my buddy, strip off those pants for me, I want to suck your cock.”

Justin’s eyes brightened. He stood up from the couch and began unbuttoning his jeans. I let him get his fly open on his own, then reached out and helped slide those jeans over his tight round ass and down his legs. His khaki-colored boxers were tented hugely over his hard cock. I slid my hands up his thighs and into the legs of his boxers to feel the curves of his bare ass. Justin sighed appreciatively. Then I carefully stretched out his waistband and peeled those boxers down, letting his hot member out into the open air. It looked magnificent, long, thick and straight, and from where I sat his swollen head was just about lip level. I couldn’t resist giving it a little kiss while he stepped out of his boxers and jeans.

“Your turn,” Justin said. Get ‘em off.”

I slid my own jeans and boxers off and left them on the floor. My cock was stiff and pointing at the ceiling. Justin took a good long look at me, his eyes running over my naked body from head to toe; I loved showing myself off to him. Our eyes met. He looked like he was about to start drooling.

“God, you’re a stud,” he said.

That was enough for me. I reached around his thighs and got a firm hold on his hamstrings, leaned in and kissed his balls, took each one gently in my lips and washed it with my tongue. Justin exhaled deeply. Then I licked his long, straight cock from base to tip, lapping at him over and over again with slow, broad strokes. His cock grew and hardened even more; his fat head swelled up bulbous and red, gorged with blood.

Justin’s hands wrapped around the back of my head and neck as I took that swollen cock head into my lips and ran my tongue around the sensitive rim, causing him to shudder and moan softly with pleasure. I loved the feeling of his hands gripping me, the muscles in his arms tightening as I teased and prodded all his most tender spots. I moved my own hands up to squeeze both his ass cheeks as I slid his rod deep into my mouth until the tip poked at the back of my throat. Justin gasped as I drew his cock back out of my mouth and then plunged it in again even farther, forcing it partway into my throat so that his pubic hair tickled my nose. I started sucking him in and out with an easy, casual rhythm, running my wet lips up and down his shaft in a way that he most obviously enjoyed. All the while my fingers squeezed his ass cheeks and explored his hairy crack, finding and gently stroking his soft anus. Justin tilted his head back, breathing heavily and every once in a while letting out a deep moan.

Oh God, it was sweet sucking that stud’s cock! The way he responded to my lips and tongue with moans and shudders, the feeling that I owned his whole body as I took him farther and farther into my throat, just made me hotter and stiffer, and ready to drive him over the edge. I stepped up the pace, bobbing my head on his cock as I slipped my finger into his soft asshole—with no protest from Justin, to my pleasant surprise! I could feel his knees starting to buckle, and he released his grip on the back of my head and leaned on my shoulders with both hands, holding himself up and moaning loudly while I buried his cock in my mouth and probed deep in his ass with one finger, and then two, to stroke and tease his prostate. I reveled in the long-lost taste of man juice as his cock began to drip precum. His body tensed, his cock head seemed to swell even bigger—I knew he was about to shoot his load. And then he surprised me by pulling out of my mouth completely, just in time for a surge of hot cream to burst from his throbbing rod and splatter across my chest.

Justin spurted load after load of hot cum onto me, his thick white cream dribbling down the smooth tan skin of my chest and over my rippled abs. I reached out to him and jacked his cock, bringing more and more throbbing spurts of cream my way. I leaned in and rubbed his cock on my chest, between my pecs, his cock gradually beginning to soften but still flowing with cum. Justin was in ecstasy, moaning desperately, hardly able to catch his breath. And all the while I still had my fingers buried deep in the boy’s ass, reaching into hidden pleasure zones he didn’t even know he had. Finally, completely spent, he collapsed on top of me and we wrapped up in each other and kissed deeply, his thick cum slathered between us. Holding that tight body in my arms felt so good, so satisfying, but the night was far from over. My cock was still stiff and aching, pressed hard between our bodies. Justin’s eyes met mine.

“Man I hope I can give you a blow job that good.”

“No need for that,” I said.

Justin gave me a puzzled look.

“Did you like it when I fingered your ass?” I breathed softly into his ear.

“Oh yeahhh.”

“What else would you like?” I stroked his back and squeezed his ass cheek.

Justin smiled mischievously. “Give me your cock,” he said. “Fuck me.”

“Come with me.”

I led him to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, a condom and a bottle of lotion, then showed him into my bedroom. We stood facing each other beside the bed. I wiped his sticky cum off my chest with the towel, then dabbed him down gently, gazing deep into his eyes all the while. He looked back at me longingly; his breath became deep and quick. I knew he’d be just fine. I turned down the bed and motioned for him to sit down. Then I tore open the condom packet, took out the rubber and rolled it down my hard shaft. I moved slowly and deliberately, wanting him to see me, to watch me every step of the way. I squeezed a big glob of the lotion onto my hand, smeared it between my fingers and then spread it over my cock, stroking myself smoothly up and down. Justin’s lips parted, his gaze moving back and forth from my eyes to my crotch. I squeezed out another glob of lotion.

“Lie back,” I said.

Justin eased himself down onto the mattress.

“Now raise those legs and show me your ass.”

He lifted his knees, looped his hands around his hamstrings and spread his cheeks for me. I took a good long look at him, his smooth, firm ass cheeks and the light brown hair of his crack surrounding his soft, puckered hole. It was going to be such a good fuck. I began rubbing the cool lotion around his rectum causing him to moan softly, “Mmm-mmmm!” and then started probing inside his anus, working the lotion in with my fingers to get him good and lubed. Justin responded strongly to my touch; he was eager and hot for action. I tested his readiness by plunging my fingers in strong and deep, and he took them in gratefully and seemed to yearn for more.

“Okay buddy,” I said, “get ready for me.”

I prepared to pin those lean legs up against his chest for a good face-to-face fuck but Justin surprised me by rolling over face to the bed with his feet on the floor, bent over the mattress supporting himself on his elbows, legs spread wide. The way he assumed the position was so automatic, almost like a routine drill. Guess this is the way they do it in the Marines, I thought to myself. Well, I had no problem with that.

I pressed my cock head to his anus and it slipped easily inside; sliding my hard rod farther in it was all smooth sailing. Justin’s ass seemed willing and determined to take my whole shaft, and as I eagerly pushed in I was met only with a long, low satisfied moan. I began to pump him slowly and Justin used his sphincter to grip and lightly squeezed my cock on every stroke. It felt amazing. I couldn’t believe how expert this shy young kid was at giving me an incredible fuck.

He’d sure been getting some practice somewhere. I leaned into him, wrapped my arms around his torso, pressed my chest to his back and held him close as I stepped up my rhythm to give him a good solid banging, one hand stroking his balls and his soft but stiffening package. Justin’s moans came freely now, sometimes sharpening into an excited yelp as I drove hard into him, my balls slapping against him, my thighs muscling into his lean legs. My own deep moans quickly joined with his. His ass felt so perfect around my cock, his cries of pleasure so hot and satisfying, it wasn’t long before I felt my balls tightening and aching, and the warm flood of orgasm welling up, begging for release. I gripped him tightly and slammed away with three or four powerful strokes, and then there was no holding back any longer. My hot cream burst forth, my cock throbbed wildly, and filling my condom with liquid pleasure as I desperately took the last ecstatic plunges into that wonderful tight ass. Justin whimpered softly as my grip on him tightened, my whole body rocked and quaked, and I gave that stud everything I had left. Finally I collapsed on top of him, limp and exhausted. We lay on the bed side by side, holding each other, looking deep and longingly into each other’s eyes. Justin’s cock was hard again. It was poking into my abs.

“Your turn,” I said. “What do you want to do?”

“Umm—“Justin stammered, “could you blow me again, like before?”

“My pleasure; but, wouldn’t you like to cum in my mouth this time?”

Justin smiled shyly. “Sure I would.”

“Why didn’t you do that before?”

He looked at me with round, honest eyes. “Well, you’ve been so nice to me and all… I just didn’t think it would be polite.”

God, I love Marines.

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