Gay Erotic Stories

This is a story about one of my best friends I grew up with. As adults, we still hung out and partied quite a bit. We had both always jacked off together, but nothing had ever happened between us sexually until this memorable night. I had decided to crash at his house that night. Like always, we started off talking about sex, which led to both of us jacking off. Then Bud asked me if I wanted to stroke his while he stroked mine. He had no idea that our friend Hector and I had been fucking for over a year. After exchanging some jack off action, Bud told me to bend over. Like a nice bitch, I obeyed. He layed the tip of his cock right at the opening of my hole and gently pumped. I wanted him in me so bad! After teasing me like this for a while, he asked me to do the same for him. Bud is about 6'3" and 300 lbs and had a long red beard and a matching pony tale. As he bent over, I could only play nice for so long. With my hard cock almost penetrating his hole, I began to kiss and caress his back side. My mouth gently kissed his ass cheeks all the way to his anus. As my tongue brushed across his hole, he reacted with twitch. I then worked my way to his balls. With this big burly bear on all fours, I sucked and caressed his balls for about 5 minutes. Then I decided to take it to the next level. I layed down under him and sucked him gently while stroking his cock and balls and continuing to run a random fingure across his hole. He finally turned over on his back. I continued to suck his red haired cock and turned up the heat by wrapping both hands around his cock & balls while his cock bounced off the back of my throat. As I worked him in to hyper ventilation, I heard his say, "No more. Stop it. This is wrong!" Immediately, I increased the rate of the blow job to mind blowing speed. I felt his meat swell up in my mouth as he prepared to explode. As his load left the chamber, I opened up my throat and allowed every drop to be consumed. When I got through with him, he didn't have a drop left and almost immediately fell asleep. I dried him off, took one last taste of his pooper, and put a blanket over him. From that night, our relationship was never the same. When others were not around, called me a fag and often made belittling comments because of what I had done. As bad as that sounds, it was actually a turn on for me. I wanted to be his bitch. I wanted to be his sissy boy. Unfortunately, he never offered his cock for my viewing pleasure ever again.