Gay Erotic Stories

By the end of high-school, we’d both grown much taller. I was about six foot one and pretty solidly built. I was quick on my feet and a natural for football, at which I excelled. Gene was a couple of inches shorter than me, without as much muscle, but what he had was very defined. He had the classic build of a soccer player, and the energy needed to keep him going whenever he was on the soccer pitch. I’d seen Gene naked a couple of times, either at home or in the dressing room showers. His body was superb, and he had more than respectable equipment between his legs. I longed to steal glances of it whenever I could. Both of us managed to get partial sports scholarships to the same college. We shared a dorm room in first year, and a small apartment after that.

What you have to know about Gene is that he never really shed that goofy and geeky persona that he had the day we met first day of middle school. Except nowadays, that personality was ensconced in the very appealing green eyed package that he’d become. Even though he’d grown into this hunky jock of a guy, with square shoulders, strong arms, an awesome chest and rock hard abs, all covered with barely visible blond peach fuzz, he still maintained that goofy toothy grin that he’d always had. Another thing he couldn’t change was how he could blush, from his chest to his forehead the instant he got embarrassed or got flustered about some girl he liked. In essence, he was an extremely disarming, aw shucks kind of guy who had lots of friends and enough charm to be successful with the ladies.

By the time I was twenty-one, I’d maintained my spot on the football team by working hard on the field, and hitting the books hard when I wasn’t suited up. I’d become the serious counterpart to Gene’s easygoing attitude. I knew I had an impressive form and good looks. With my dark curly hair and blue eyes, not to mention a pretty well formed physique, I got plenty of attention from women all over the place. I’d even gotten some unexpected attention from dudes at the park or at a mall once or twice. I’d wanted to follow up on those occasions, but never had the nerve to do it. I went out on dates with girls now and then, but I know that I hid the fact that I wasn’t that interested in women by being devoted to my studies and scholarship. Even my coach would at times advise me to lighten up. Meanwhile, most nights, I went to sleep after jerking of to dreams of the day I would get to suck on Gene’s big cock, slobber all over his balls, and do my best to make his eyes roll back in his head.

That’s where the problems started. I was keeping a lot of stuff bottled in, and I really had no release for any of the sexual hunger that was building up inside me. I was like a volcano building up pressure before it explodes. I was moody and quiet a lot of the time, and I wasn’t talking or spending much time with Gene anymore outside the apartment. A couple of times I was even kind of short tempered and testy with him.

I guess he thought the pressure of classes, football and keeping up my scholarship was really getting to me. He gave me a lot of space and was a pretty good friend despite my being a jerk. One Friday night in February he came in with a plan that he thought would probably cheer me right up. There was a cool sci-fi movie just out, and later we could to some beer party some girl he knew was throwing. He probably saw, from the look on my face that hanging out with a bunch of drunken and horny college girls was about the last thing I wanted to do.

“Riley, buddy, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He was shaking his head, but had a real look of concern on his face.

“You mope around this place and campus like your dog keeps dying every day.

It doesn’t make sense. You’re young and in college. You’re smart, talented and good looking. Girls want to jump your bones all the time. Man, if I had your looks I’d be in heaven. There’d be girls lined up at the door.”

“How ironic!” I thought.

At that point I’d had enough of hiding my feelings from my best friend of so many years. I knew that it was eating away at our friendship to be keeping from him the fact that I dreamed of sucking a guys cock the way he fantasized about feeling a girl’s tits. All this hiding I did, not to be found out, had only succeeded in building a wall between us. I knew, in my heart he would be ok with me being gay. Fuck, he probably even knew it, or at least suspected it! But how would he react to knowing that the object of my most lustful desires was no other but himself.

I braced myself mentally. “Gene, I’m about ninety-eight percent certain that I’m gay, even though I’ve never done anything with a guy. I just know that it’s the thought of guys that gets my blood boilin’. It’s a sexy guy on the beach, or at the park, or in the cafeteria that’s gonna give me a big chubb.”

I studied his face. He started having that little smile on his face when he’s about to sympathize with someone. He just barely got out “It’s cool man!” when I cut him off. “Gene, that not all. There’s really only one guy that I’ve ever fantasized about having sex with.” I took a deep breath. “Dude, it you. I really want to go down on you and give you the best head you’ve ever had. I think about mashing my face into the front of your underwear and your crotch. The thought of burying my nose into your pubes makes my stomach do back flips. I dream of you totally losing control of your body, through pure sexual ecstasy, while I make your huge cock explode down my throat.”

Complete silence. Gene just stared right at me, his mouth hanging open a bit. I couldn’t believe I’d blurted out all that information. I just hung there, waiting for him to tell me to fuck the hell off.

Then I started to see his neck and face turning a bit pink. I’d just embarrassed the heck outta him. By the confused look in his eyes I guessed the sudden realization of being the object of a big football player’s sexual hunger and fantasy threw the guy for a loop.

Now in a full blush, his face redder than a tomato, his mouth curved into that familiar grin. “So you really got the hots for me pretty bad, huh?! I guess I can’t blame ya, I am pretty fuckin’ hot!” Full grin! He was going to try to talk himself out of his flustered embarrassment.

“That fuckin’ cocky bastard!,” I thought. “Still mouthy even when he’s so obviously embarrassed.” But my heart was also melting just from the fact that he was joking about it and making light of the situation instead of punching me in the gut and storming off. That wall that had been between us had just crumbled down.

“You really want to do all that stuff to me?” Back to reality.

“More than you can even imagine.”

“It’s just so weird… I don’t know what to say…” He was scratching his head and half-grinning, trying to make sense of what I’d just dropped on him.

“Look, Gene, sorry for dumping this on you. Let’s just forget about it.” How can anyone forget about a bomb like that?!

“Nah, it’s OK! I think.” He paused and took a deep breath.

“You really would suck my cock if I let you?” I nodded.

“I’ve never gotten any good head from girls, they’re always either grossed out by it or they get tired of it pretty fast. I don’t want to brag, but my dick is pretty big.”

“Trust me, I know!” I was starting to think that my biggest fantasy was about to come true.

“Well, you know I’m not into guys. But it’s you, and I guess if you’re willing… I just wanna make sure we’re not going to ruin our friendship over this. I’m pretty sure I’m still gonna like chicks even if you give me the best head I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t you worry, buddy. I got it all under control.” That was my green light. With a grin of my own, I moved in. I put my left hand on his shoulder and my right hand right on his crotch. I relished the best grope in my whole life while I pushed him towards my bed. He’d become speechless, just letting himself be manoeuvered and giving me complete control. He was seeing a part of me he probably never imagined existed.

Once I got him on his back on the bed, his legs dangling from the edge and my right hand never leaving the growing bulge in the front of his pants, I started taking his t-shirt off with my other hand. Still massaging the cock I’d imagined in countless fantasies, with my left hand I took of his shoes, then his socks. I took a few seconds to admire his bare masculine feet. Then I proceeded to get those worn out jeans off from his slim hips and muscular legs.

There it was, the scene I’d lusted over since our senior year in high-school. Gene, that goofy, muscular, laid-back stud was lying on my bed, all spread-eagled, with only a crisp pair of cotton underwear separating his privates from the open air. And there I was, between his legs, zeroing in on the prize.

Pausing for only a few seconds to admire the sight, I then put my face right where it belonged on the dreamy bulge of the front of his crotch. Oh Man! I was in heaven. I breathed in deeply, mellowing in the clean musky smell in between my best friend’s legs. I then let out a satisfied sigh and started mouthing Gene’s cock and ball from the outside of his cotton underwear. I heard something sort of like a mix between a gasp and a gurgle coming from Gene.

Pretty soon the whole front of his underwear was wet with my saliva and I could see the outline of a raging hard-on underneath. I teased my darting tongue underneath the edge of his underwear, right where his leg met his crotch. I could feel and taste pubes and his wrinkled nut sac hidden beneath. That’s a tender area and Gene suddenly started giggling and writhing, trying to move my head away and make me stop tickling him with my tongue. But his legs were already resting on top of my shoulders, and my hands were firmly anchored on his hips. There was no way he was going to get my head away from where it wanted to be.

I imagined what this hot scene looked like. A big, muscular jock, fully dressed in jock attire, with his face buried in another nearly naked hot jock’s crotch. By this time, my own cock was so hard and leaking, I was afraid to even touch it.

It was time to ditch Gene’s underwear and get to the main course. Once he’d gotten accustomed to my tongue doing its work down there, he’d calmed down a bit and become very compliant. He was starting to really enjoy the ride and letting his body float on the hot sexual pleasure he was getting from my insistent mouth.

What a beauty! As I peeled of his spit-wet underwear I could only marvel at the amazing vision of his hard cock. It really was huge, just like he bragged. It was thick and long with a perfectly shaped arrowhead tip that reached his cute belly button. The cockhead was as reddish pink as his face got when he blushed (or, in this case, got really turned on). His pole and large, hanging nut sack had a healthy pink tinge to their paleness. His pubes were a slightly darker than the hair on his head and the rest of his body. Those pubes didn’t get the bleaching effect of the sun.

The sight made my mouth water. I knew the saliva would come in very good use in the very near future.

Having feasted with my eyes long enough, I went for the prize. Those sleepless night years ago, when I thought that I was supposed to ache for girls, where the only sleep I got was after finally shot a couple of loads in my hand to the dreams of ravishing my best friends body. The guilt that I carried so long was now evaporated in this instance where I was about to have the genuine pleasure of consuming my buddy Gene’s body, with his full compliance and complete understanding. The moment I put my lips to his hard cock was pure ecstasy. Cradling his cock in my right hand, I gave it several long licks from the bottom of his scrotum to the leaking head. I paused a moment to taste and savour his precum while glancing upward to see him return my gaze momentarily. His eyes were filled with pleasure and amazement, probably at the turn events had taken in the last fifteen minutes.

I’d hungered years to feel a cock down my gullet, Gene’s cock more specifically, and right then I tried to swallow Gene whole, from his fat cock head to his pubes. I got about half of it in before getting a gag reflex. Overhead I heard a sustained “Mmmmmmm!” Being used to pushing my physical limits, from years of being a football jock, I knew if I studied the problem and attacked it properly, I’d succeed. I consciously worked more saliva in my mouth and let it cover and lube Gene cock each time I descended a bit further down on it. At the same time I regulated my breathing and relaxed my body and my throat. With a final lunge, I got the last three inches down and found myself nose deep in his bush. “Fuck, man! You got it all in! That’s so awesome!” In response to Gene’s cheer I gave his balls a good squeeze, to let him know I was in control, and because I also knew there would be a lot of pleasure in that jab of pain.

I continued to work his cock for a while, pausing every few minutes for a good ball lick. Gene was wriggling under me the whole time, hardly in control of his limbs. On one pass down to his balls I decided to go exploring a bit lower. Gene and I both discovered then the joys of the tender and hairless area leading to his ass. “Whoa! What are you… No, don’t, that’s so… Awrrrgh!” That last comment was Gene’s guttural submission to the invasion of my hungry mouth of his puckered sphincter.

I lifted his ass in the air, his legs dangling over his head, and firmly planted my face right in his ass for the next five minutes. All I got from Gene was a stream of satisfied manly grunts and high pitched squeals. He could barely catch his breath.

Wanting to go back to his cock, I put his ass down. Gene grabbed my arms and pulled me up his body so that we were face to face and that my own, pants enclosed leaky hard-on was pressed right against his exposed one. Panting and grinning widely, Gene looked me straight in the eye.

“Boy, you really are a dirty perv aren’t ya!” And with that I felt his fingers snake into the hair at the back of my head and pressure as he pushed my face to his. It was my turn to be surprised as he planted a soul-defining kiss right on my mouth. For a few moments I was frozen as I felt his tongue doing a dance in my mouth. I felt his hands start to paw my ass and to pull at my shirt. We wrestled like that for a couple of minutes, struggling to keep kissing and getting me out of my clothes at the same time. I ended up underneath him, with him sitting right on my hard cock and his own huge pole pointed right at my face. With a sharp pinch of my nipples and a wink, he said, “Now it’s my turn to go all faggot on your cock!”

For the next couple of minutes I felt like I was in heaven while Gene paid attention to my cock and balls. He managed to get about half of my thick eight inches in his mouth, but I wanted more. I was still hungry for his cock, so I manoeuvered us into a sixty-nine so we could both enjoy sucking each other off. Time stood still as we settled into this position. Our hands were on each other’s ass, fingers probing puckered regions or massaging tightening nut sacks. All the while we both had swelling cocks probing the depths of each other’s throats. Gene head came off my member to warn me. “I’m gonna come in your mouth, buddy! And I want you to squirt your load in my mouth too!” As he went back to my cock, I gave him an agreeing grunt, but I was too far gone then to listen to what he had to say. I could feel his cock getting ready to explode and I wanted to drink his spooge more than anything in the world at that moment. I didn’t have to wait long. Gene’s cock started to expand even larger and all of a sudden I felt the hot reward of all my work come flooding into my hungry maw. I let out a happy and triumphant muffled yelp at the salty slimy reward I was getting. I didn’t even feel myself going over the edge when I started shooting my own hot cum into my friend’s mouth. The cum shooting into my mouth seemed to last forever.

When we finally finished, we lied down next to each other on the bed, sweating and panting. The movie we had planned to attend was forgotten and we settled into a spoon embrace as we drifted off to sleep. I was afraid how Gene would feel the next morning, but I really had nothing to worry about. We woke up and had a long conversation, mostly about what I’d bottled in for so many years. We had lunch together and spent the whole day together. We even got it on again in the afternoon, but it didn’t have the animal passion of the night before.

I knew that Gene’s really did go for chicks more than for dudes, and knew that what had happened between us spoke about the depth of our friendship and I was forever grateful for it. I would be able to move on, become myself and Gene and I would still be in each other’s lives.

Eventually, Gene hooked up with Lori, his perfect counterpart. She had this hard to define sexiness to her, while at the same time she was able to match Gene on the goofiness factor. They were the perfect couple, and Lori became a pretty good friend to me as well. Gene even told her about our sexual adventure, to my initial horror. But it became a bit of inside information among the three of us, with Lori once in a while giving me a sidelong, knowing glance whenever Gene was being unconsciously hot and sexy lifting a heavy box, or chopping some firewood.

It took me a bit longer to meet Aiden, but he fit in perfectly with the group and he loves the story of Gene and me. And I like telling it too, when I being pervy and dirty with Aiden.