Gay Erotic Stories

When I was 25 I was in the Navy stationed in Virginia. My unit was due to receive a new member to replace a recent transfer and I was hoping it would be a competent Sea Bee. When the new guy walked through the door, I was shocked. It was Craig, a friend of mine from boot camp and Sea Bee training school. I said hi, helped him get his paperwork in order and asked him where he was going to be living. He didn’t know yet if he wanted to live in the barracks or, because of his rank, live off base. I asked him if he wanted to stay at my place for a few weeks ‘til he got the lay of the land and he said, “Sure…”

My two-bedroom town home was roomy enough that we didn’t get in each other’s way, but I still was able to admire the body that I had admired all those week during boot camp six years ago. Craig was 6’2”, 190, black hair, amazing blue eyes, and a killer smile. He had a rakish grin and could charm the pants off any woman quicker than a tornado. Having him around was at simultaneously torturous and exquisite. After a couple of weeks, we kinda settled into a routine where we carpooled home from work, got cleaned up and would go out carousing for a while. I typically ended at home catching whatever game was on while he came back several hours later. Not that I’m not a partier, but I just wasn’t up for a lot of it right then. Well, one night that all changed.

Craig had been seeing some skirt for about a week. He was supposed to go see a movie and get some food with her on a Sunday afternoon. I was at home watching the Redskins when he comes in at the start of the third quarter.

“Hey, date not go well?” I asked.

“Ya know, I was sitting there watching her eat and I though, ‘What the hell am I doing here?’ I waited ‘til we were done and then I told her I had enjoyed our time, but didn’t really want to date her anymore,” Craig said.

“I see,” I said. “Do you really?” he asked me, watching me the whole time.

I went back to watching the game and Craig came over and flopped down on the sofa. What I thought was odd was he had put his feet up on the armrest and had his head almost touching my right thigh.

“What’s the score?” he asked.

“14-10, Cowboys. So, what made you dump the girl?” I replied.

After a long pause he said, “I don’t know, it just felt like something was missing.” He turned his head away from the game and looked up at me. His eyes have always been difficult for me to look at; they’re an amazing shade of blue, lighter at the center, darker toward the outside. I just want to stare into them and I thought that would make Craig uncomfortable. I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship, so I looked away, watching the game.

“You never really look at me when we talk,” he said. “We’ve been drunk, fucked girls in tandem beds, sheesh, you’ve even held my head while I puked in the john…what’s up?” he asked.

I looked back at him and decided to take a chance. “Well, I think you’ve got great eyes but I didn’t want you to feel weird about it. See, now I’ve said it and every time I look at you, you’re gonna think about it and it could be weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird at all, I think it’s kinda cool.” He looked at me and rolled over, facing me. “I think yours are great too.” And then, totally unexpectedly, he rose up, put his hand behind my neck, and kissed me.

As lips touched mine, I was in shock. Then, I quickly snaked my arms around his chest and kissed him back. I felt his lips separate and our tongues met. I felt the muscles in his back, hard and rubbery, moving as he shifted further up the sofa. His breath was hot on my cheek and all I could think of was, “Is this happening?”

He broke the kiss and said, “You still wanna watch the game?”

I didn’t even answer; I just reached down and started unbuttoning his shirt. Although we had lived together for some weeks, I hadn’t seen him naked since we were both 18 and in boot camp. I could tell from the fit of his clothes that his body had changed and I couldn’t wait to see it.

As I got all the buttons undone, I opened the shirt, and discovered that his smooth white 18 year old chest had become a tanned, muscular, hairy, thing of beauty. He obviously trimmed his dense black mat down to a perfect layer of coarse chest hair. I rubbed my hands over his firm pecs, gently gripping one nipple between my right thumb and forefinger. Craig took a slight breath of air, held it, and kissed me even harder. I broke the kiss and said, “c’mon”, nodding my head toward my room.

As we stood up, I gently pulled his shirt from his shoulders, revealing a defined, but not overly built, upper body. As he walked away from me I reveled in watching the muscles of his lower back and shoulders flex and sway. “You’ve been working out and eating right, I can see,” I said. He flashed that killer smile over his shoulder as he walked down the hall.

He walked in front of me into my room and I quickly caught up with him, reaching around to feel his chest and abs once again. At 6’1”, I was able to easily spin him around and kiss him standing up. As I once again ran my hands over his chest, Craig said, “My turn to see how much you’ve changed.” He quickly whipped my t-shirt over my head and stepped back, “Nice work” he commented. I’d been a gym fanatic over the last 6 years, putting on almost 35 lbs and at 200 lbs, I looked pretty damn good. Craig stepped up and ran his hands down my hairless chest, sucking first one nipple then the other. Moans of joy slowly rose from my throat. His hands worked lower, finding the button on my cargo shorts, lowering the zipper, and dropping them to the floor. My 8 inch cock was causing a severe tenting of my black boxer/briefs that was almost painful. The precum had created a wet-spot and Craig paused and smiled.

“Looks like you’re really enjoying this, huh?” he teased.

“You have no idea,” I replied.

I grabbed him under his underarms and brought him upright again, moving down his chest, following his trimmed stomach hair past his belly button down to his shorts. I noticed a faint smell of rich cologne, something sandlewood and spicy, “My god you smell good,” I said.

“Ohhhh,” was all he could reply as I undid his trousers and grasped his wonderfully hard cock. It was probably 7 1/2”, but was amazingly thick. I pulled down his boxers with his pants and let his cock drop into my hands. I wanted to enjoy this first moment of exploring his dick. I slowly ran my hands the length of him, slowly getting to his nuts. Although his chest, abs, and legs were densely hairy, he had taken great effort to closely crop his pubic hair, with his cock and scrotum completely hairless. I couldn’t resist licking his hairless nuts, gently drawing first one, then the other into my mouth.

“Oh, shit. No chick has ever done that Pete,” he moaned. Still holding his cock, I stood up, quickly kissing him again and pushed him gently onto my bed. I moved back down to his cock, enjoying Craig’s quick intakes of breath and deep moans with every touch. His cock was unbelievably hard, with veins roping around it thick with blood. I licked the head, tasting his pre-cum and he bucked hard against my face. I ran my tongue down the underside of his cock, giving good attention to his nuts, and then decided to go farther. I’d never rimmed a guy before, but something told me to try with Craig.

As I lifted his legs up onto my shoulders, he said, “Watcha doing? Are you gonna, oh, my god! Shit, don’t stop!” My tongue slowly worked back to his pink ass. He was clenching it extremely tight. The hard, man smell was strong, but amazing. I licked and probed, with each lick Craig loosened up a little. Within minutes I began sliding my tongue slowly into him. Again he cried out in ecstasy, “Don’t stop!”

I worked him for a few minutes until he was a sloppy mess, then I began to work my way back towards his cock, which was oozing a huge amount of pre-cum. As I took the head of his cock into my mouth I gently slid my finger into his ass. Craig’s back arched and he took a huge gasp of air, “YES!” was all I could hear. I slowly probed for his prostate as I firmly worked his tool. His ass loosened up further, so I put another finger in. His reaction was the same energetic writhing. I went for a third finger and was surprised as he quickly pushed himself down onto my massaging hand.

“Yes, don’t stop. My ass has never felt so good! Don’t stop!” Craig moaned. I knew that now was the time for me to take him. I reached under the bed with my free hand and found one of my bottles of lube. I quickly lubed my oozing cock and stood up with Craig’s ankles on my shoulders. He looked me in the eyes with a touch of both fear and desire. I placed my cock in my palm as I still had three fingers in his ass and said, “Just keep enjoying it.”

I gently placed my cock against his virgin ass, removed my fingers, and slid into his hot, tight hole. He was magnificently tight. He sighed and said, “Ohhhhh”. I was surprised because I figured my 8” might be a bit much for him to take, but it slid home like his ass was crafted for my cock. I slowly started a deep rhythm. Craig’s eyes were gleaming at me as his tight hole gripped my cock. I pounded deeply and his cock jumped again and again off of his stomach. His eyes opened wide in surprise as he yelled, “Shit, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Great ropes of white jizz shot out of his veined cock, landing on his neck and chest.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming too!” I groaned. I could feel my balls tingle and burn and then wave after wave of cum poured into his ass. I could feel Craig’s ass become slippery with my cum, but I didn’t want to pull out. As I softened, I slowly pulled out, cum trailed out of his hole, but he quickly tightened up and it was like my cum had never been.

I lay down on top of him, “Wow,” was all I said as his cum compressed between our chests.

“Yeah, but I’m not done with you yet,” he replied. He quickly kissed me and slithered his sweaty body out from under mine, moving into the bathroom and returning quickly with a warm cloth. He descended on my cock, cleaning and wiping our sex off of me and then he took me gently into his mouth.

I quickly regained my hard-on and watched him rhythmically slide up and down my shaft. I had jacked off to this very scene numerous times in the past and to have it now as a reality was amazing.

“You’re amazing, this can’t be your first blow job.” I told him.

He paused in his cock worship, “Actually, yes. I’m just trying everything a chick wouldn’t do, but I always wanted done to me.”

He eagerly resumed his consumption of my cock, working first my nuts, then going further back. He put one finger against my tight ass and began to work it inside. I was urging him on, placing my hands on his head, and he never let up on my cock. As he slipped on finger inside me, I knew I was going to cum anytime.

“I’m gonna blow, man,” I warned him. He refocused his attention on my cock. Again, I felt the cum burbling up from deep in my nuts and then exploding out of me. I came huge gobs, harder than the first time. I was amazed at Craig’s persistence and ability to swallow it all; for a first-timer, a near miracle with my copious load.

“Wow,” he said, “that’s a lot of cum. I thought I was going to suffocate.”

I was completely wasted. I lay back on the bed and he climbed up next to me, curling into my shoulder. Tired as I was, I couldn’t resist playing with him as I lay there panting. He was hard already, so I wrapped my hand around his wonderfully thick dick.

I began to slowly pull his cock. His manhood was still slick with his cum and I continued to work it. Slowly, patiently I worked him up. I bent down and began kissing him as his breath got more ragged.

“Please, faster, now!” he begged. But, I kept my pace constant and slow.

“Aaaaagh!” Craig yelled as he came. It was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever seen as his cock became like a machine gun, shooting small drops of thick white cum in rapid succession for at least 15 seconds. He started to squirm and tried to grab my wrist, but I quickly flung my torso over his lower abdomen and kept jacking him off, holding him down with my own weight. Now, I picked up my pace, faster and faster through his orgasm I jacked him. He was bucking and yelling at the top of his lungs, and cumming in that rapid fire squirting until he was completely silent and still.

His rapid breathing was all I heard. “Craig?” I asked, “You all right?” I couldn’t believe it, he’d passed out!

He opened his eyes and said, “Holy fuck.”

I pulled the blankets up over us and we both fell asleep. The next morning, we got up and went to work like any other day. We had many more days and nights of fun and I still see him on vacations and other trips out west.