Gay Erotic Stories

I looked up at Ryan. He had a look of sympathy and slight amusement and even wonder on his face. I realized that his hand had remained on my penis during all of the orgasm. He drew his hand away and I noticed that it was covered with my sperm. I know I went totally red again. He saw it, smiled, and said, "Wow, Mitch. I guess you were a lot more ready than I thought! And this proves that the first time wasn’t a fluke. My God, Mitch, I’ve never seen anybody shoot off like that. I mean, I’ve never seen anybody shoot off at all except myself. But I’ve seen a couple of X-rated movies, and even the porn stars don’t spout like this." I slumped back in the chair, feeling the pressure on my testicles recede, expecting the erection to begin to decline. I felt the wetness as the moisture penetrated my sweater. My hand reached up to wipe away the layer of semen that lay across my lips. As I did so, I realized that I still had some of what had landed in my mouth lying on my tongue. The taste was interesting, salty, faintly bitter, but rich and sweet at the same time. I swallowed and felt the faint aftertaste as the saltiness coated the back of my throat. Ryan saw the movement of my throat, and I know he had seen the jet of semen that landed in my mouth. He looked down and said, "The taste of it doesn’t bother you?" I tried to think of something to say. After all, it isn’t exactly a normal occurrence for your best friend to watch you swallow some of your own sperm. "No, I don’t think so. It isn’t harmful, is it?" "I sure hope not, or I guess I’d be dead." "You mean you’ve tasted it too?" "Of course I have, Mitch. Every guy, at some time or another, decides to see what his semen tastes like. You never have, I take it?" "No, never. It’s just never occurred to me." "Well then, this is a first. I was pretty young when I first tried it." "Did it happen like this? Where some of it just hit you in the mouth?" "Nah. Mitch, when I tried it, it was really deliberate. I stood in front of a mirror and jacked off into my hand. When I was all done, I just held my hand up to my mouth, sucked it up, and then licked my hand clean. It didn’t taste like I expected, but I found that I kind of liked it. I did that quite a lot for a while. Later, I would lay on my bed, raise my legs up and back over my head until my dick was right above my mouth. Then, when I ejaculated, I would shoot straight down into my mouth. Much later, I discovered even better ways. I also discovered that I really like the taste of it. Are you surprised?" "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I never thought about sperm having a taste. Do you still do it? Taste your own semen, I mean?" "Well, yeah, I do. It’s kind of a turn-on." He seemed to expect me to understand. I know I looked puzzled. "Mitch, this is what it’s all about, being a man. Women have their own mystique. To me, part of a man’s mystique is his seed, his semen. I think it’s fascinating. I’ve thought about it a lot, and for some reason, I’ve always found it to be sexy and interesting. I know you’ve probably never seen a porno movie, but I have. And one thing I’ve noticed is that no matter how into having sex the actors are, the culmination of the film is when the actor withdraws his erection and ejaculates all over the stomach or the back or the face of his partner. It happens in every single sex scene. That makes me believe that most men feel somewhat the same way that I do. Maybe I just get carried a little further than most men by swallowing my own sperm." "Do you do it a lot? Sorry, I don’t mean to be asking such personal questions." "Mitch, I just told you a few minutes ago that you could ask me anything. Yeah, I do it a lot. I jack off once, maybe twice, a day. When it’s all over, I scoop the stuff off my chest and stomach with my hands, and lick it off. If my hand is all covered the way it is now....." he held up his hand, still covered with a lot of my own sperm, "I just clean it off with my tongue." He looked down at his hand. "Always before, it’s just been me. I’ve never tasted anyone else’s semen." He held his hand up to his face, and I saw him stick out his tongue and tentatively lick at his hand. He turned to look down at me. "It’s different," he said. "Yours tastes different than mine." He grinned at me. I was astonished. Even after all that had happened, I would never have imagined this. "Surprised that I would do that, Mitch?" He asked. "Ryan, I thought I was almost beyond surprise. But, yeah, I am." "Does it bother you? Me tasting your sperm, I mean?" "No, I guess not. I just didn’t expect that you would." "You’ve already tried it. Was it awful?" "No." "There must be something in it that you found interesting, or something in what I said that you found interesting." "Why do you say that?" "Just look at yourself. Your dick is as hard as it was a few minutes ago." I looked down and saw that my penis had not started to deflate, but had an erection that was still straining my skin. I suddenly realized that I had sat here, allowed my best friend to reach inside my cords, allowed him to watch as my sperm spurted every which way, and that I had made no move to get up, cover myself, or clean myself up. "I guess you’re right. But remember, Ryan, this is really new to me." I looked over at him, glanced down at the front of his slacks. "Apparently I’m not the only one who finds this stimulating." He looked down at the tented fabric and grinned at me. "Yeah, I guess seeing you shoot off and this...." he held up his hand and deliberately licked up the rest of the sperm that was there, "has got me going." "Ryan, you said your....uh....erection is bigger than mine....?" He looked me square in the eye. "Would you like to see?" he asked. I thought about it, and then, remembering what a dilemma it had been for me, reached over, unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his top button, and slid down his zipper. He stood up a little and I grasped his slacks at the sides and slid them down over his hips where they dropped to below his knees. He was wearing boxer shorts. His erection pushed them out at the front, opening up the fly panel. I could see the smooth, pink flesh of his testicles through the opening. I paused for just a moment before I gripped the elastic waistband at both sides and slid down his shorts. I felt an odd sense of anticipation as I struggled to move the shorts down past his erection. The resistance gave way, the shorts slid down to his slacks, and his penis flopped up, arcing out from his body to point at me. Suddenly, as decisive as I had been in partially undressing him, I didn’t know what to do next. I knew that he had touched me because I couldn’t bring myself to do it in front of him. But I didn’t know whether I should be shy about touching him, nor what I should do after I did touch him. I simply stared at his penis and tried to decide what to do. He was correct. His penis, fully erect, was larger than mine. It was not as large in circumference but it was longer than mine by about the length of the head. Within the confines of his trousers, it had been rubbing against the cloth of his underwear and exciting him. A large, clear drop of fluid emerged from the slit in the end and rolled down the valley of the head as I watched. I was fascinated. I had, because I had studiously avoided my own body for so long, no idea how the male organs behaved. "It’s OK, Mitch. I touched yours. You can certainly touch mine." Tentatively, my hand reached out to touch him. The skin of his penis was amazingly warm and seemed to throb. I circled his organ with my hand, running down the length, instinctively knowing that if I were to touch myself, this is the way I would do it. Into my mind came the thought that sex with a woman would be difficult with a penis this size. I couldn’t imagine how any woman’s body could accommodate it. I was gripped by my curiosity. What an amazing thing this large tube of flesh was. I studied the coloration of his skin, the red darkness of the glands, the veins that throbbed along the top. I moved my hand to his testicles, feeling their weight in my hand, squeezing them gently. Ryan gave a low moan. "Careful, Mitch. I don’t have as short a fuse as you do but...." I looked up at him, not comprehending what he was saying. He saw my lack of understanding. "Mitch, I mean that you can look and touch all you want to. Just be prepared if what happened to you happens to me." I nodded. I understood. "Ryan, do your testicles ache when you need release the way mine do?" "Mitch, I’ve never needed release as badly as you’ve been needing it. But yes, they do. I think that happens to some men but not to all." "Do they ache now?" "Mitch, I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but after drawing you and watching you ejaculate a couple of times, I’m so hot that my balls are really sore." "Do you want to ejaculate now, Ryan?" "Oh, yes, more than anything!" "Why don’t you then. I think I’d like to see it happen if you wouldn’t mind me being here." "Mitch, are you sure? Remember, I’m not as self-conscious you are. I mean, I am, but somehow feel less so now that I’ve seen you do the same thing." "Ryan, I’m sure. Do you want me to help you, to masturbate you? I’m not very experienced, so you’ll have to tell me what to do." "Mitch, yes, I’d like that. It won’t be difficult. Just grip my cock and start the slide the surface skin back and forth. Are you sure you want to? The only other person who ever had his hands on my dick was Fr. Bill." "The priest? The priest put his hands on you and made you ejaculate?" "Well no, Mitch. I mean, he did handle it but he didn’t use his hands to bring me off. In fact, he used his mouth." "A priest did that? With his mouth? How....?" "Mitch, remember I said we used to talk about everything? Once I told him about how hung up I was on the taste of my own sperm. He said that he had heard of it but didn’t have any knowledge of it. A few days later, we were talking again and he told me that he now had a little more knowledge because he had tried it for himself, after masturbating himself, he had swallowed his own sperm. I asked him whether he thought it was crazy, and he said that he didn’t think so, that he had pretty thoroughly enjoyed the experience. He said that he wished he had known about it before he became a priest because he and his brothers used to jack off together. If he had known, he would have tasted the sperm of all of his brothers when he had the chance. I asked him why. He said that, now that he had experienced it, he just wondered whether the semen from different men tasted different. I told him that I didn’t know, but that there would be differences and similarities. I told him that if he wanted to, he could try mine." "I think I was only half serious, but, Mitch, you should have seen how excited he was. We were in his office. I walked over to stand just in front of his chair and pulled down my cut-offs and underwear. He reached up to touch me and started masturbating me. To catch my sperm, he got onto his knees, opened his mouth, and rested the head of my dick on his tongue while he moved his hands back and forth. Eventually, he closed his mouth and started to move back and forth with his lips clamped around my shaft. The idea of someone else milking the semen from me with their lips excited the hell out of me, and I quickly started ejaculating. Apparently, the stimulation produced a lot of semen because he couldn’t keep up with what I spurted out. Some of the sperm escaped from the corner of his mouth and rolled down his chin." "Ryan, I think I’ve heard of that but I never imagined it was something real people did. Did the priest want you to do the same thing to him?" "Well, I think he wanted me to but was afraid to ask me. I suppose I would have if he had asked me." "But, how....?" "How could a priest have done it? I think he got to thinking about what I told him and got more and more steamed up. I don’t think it occurred to him before he did it that that’s what he was going to do. Once he started, he was too turned on by the idea to stop." "What about him? If he was so excited, how did he control himself?" "He didn’t control himself. When he got off his knees and back into his chair, the front of his slacks were soaked." In spite of myself, the mental picture of the priest on his knees with his mouth around my friend’s erection, holding it as I was now holding it, made my erection even firmer. Droplets of clear fluid began to flow from the slit on the head. Despite ejaculating twice in the past half-hour, it began to look as if a third orgasm was going to be the only way I would ever get my penis back into my trousers. "Ryan, what was it like. I mean, how did he do it, and how did it feel?" "Mitch, it felt wonderful. His mouth was warm and slippery. As to how he did it, do you want me to show you how he did it? On you, I mean?" "Ryan, I’m....uh....really? You would put my penis in your mouth?" "Sure I would. First, you already heard me say how much I like to taste sperm. Your dick is still covered with it, and the fluid leaking out of it right now is something I like nearly as much as I like semen. Second, if I show you what it feels like, maybe you’ll want to give it a try. You don’t have to, of course, but...." "Ryan, yeah, OK....if you want to try it. I guess it might be really interesting. But what will you do if....?" "If you start to ejaculate again? Could you really do it again, Mitch?" "I’m sure of it. In fact, I’ll probably have to do it at least once more if I intend to get my erection to subside." "Well, if you think you might, don’t hold back, OK? Just let go. I had a small sample of what your sperm tastes like and I wouldn’t at all mind trying a larger sample. Besides, if you do go off, it’s going to be interesting to feel all that force and volume happening inside my mouth." My friend stood up, removed his shoes, and kicked off his trousers and underwear. "Do you mind if I take off my shirt, Mitch? I don’t want it to get as messy as your sweater is." Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt, drew it back off his shoulders, and stood in front of me completely nude. It had never occurred to me that my slender friend might be an attractive man. To me, he had simply been Ryan. Charming, artistic, witty. With no clothes and his huge erection standing out in front of him, he became a wildly erotic figure. I studied his body in the way he had already studied mine. His skin, though pale, was a bronze color with an olive cast, and so completely smooth that it seemed to have sheen to it. He, like me, had very little body hair except for a low growth of curled hair at the joining of his legs. He was standing close enough to me that I caught a faint odor, a mixture of soap and semen. Without intending to, I reached out my hands and stroked the smooth skin of his hips. He glanced down at me with a small smile and an expression that I found hard to read. As he knelt in front of me, he said, "Mitch, I think we ought to get you out of those clothes before they get any worse." He grinned at me, reached forward and began to unbuckle my belt, and unbuttoned the waistband of my cords. He moved back, and I stood up to help him as he pulled my trousers and shorts down. I had a little trouble getting the shorts off with my hard penis sticking through the fly. Finally, I took off my sweater and sat back down. Ryan untied my shoes and pulled them off, then pulled my trousers and shorts off my legs. I leaned back, more excited than ever. Ryan looked up at me as if to say "OK?" I nodded at him. His hands stroked the skin on my upper thighs. They moved down, one hand reaching behind my testicles and pulling them up. He leaned forward and carefully ran his tongue over the shiny surfaces. His hands had still not touched my penis, which was now so rigid that it seemed to vibrate. The pre-seminal fluid now began to come out in little spurts about a half-inch high. The quantity and frequency of these small jets had wet my erection so that it gleamed. Knowing how volatile my physical response was, Ryan had deliberately not touched me. Now, he hooked a finger around the base and pulled it toward him. He pursed his lips, and brought them close to my slit until he had covered it. I jumped in my chair as I felt his tongue probe the slit which was now so engorged with blood that it had opened up. I felt his mouth begin to open, saw his head begin to move forward, felt his tongue swirl around the head of my penis. Suddenly, I felt as if I were plunged into heat and warmth and wetness as he pushed his mouth onto me, pushing down until I felt the breath from his nose against the skin at the base of my penis. The reaction was instantaneous. As I felt myself penetrate his throat to the farthest extent, a low scream began in the back of my throat. As he heard me, he pulled his mouth back just as the first jets of my semen started to erupt. I could not contain the sound that was torn from me. I bucked my hips up as I threw my arms and head back, feeling once again the explosive force of my ejaculation. This orgasm seemed to be much more powerful than the last. Every jet I expelled seemed to take several seconds, during which I felt the hot fluid being propelled from my body. I looked down at Ryan and saw his cheeks moving as if to take in air through his nose and swallow at the same time. I saw the reflexive movement of his throat as he struggled with the volume I was shooting into his mouth. He swallowed quickly, breathed and swallowed, again and again. I noticed that large amounts of my sperm were escaping from his lips and pooling in the hair at the base of my penis. My hands reached out and stroked the hair on the sides of his head as he tried desperately to keep up with my orgasm. After what seemed to be about fifteen long-lasting surges, I felt the force and amount begin to diminish. Ryan kept his mouth tightly around me, moving up and down slightly which had the effect of prolonging the last few jets. I felt his tongue swirling around and felt the pressure of his lips as he milked the last of my ejaculation from me. When no more semen was left, he pulled his lips away in a manner that stripped off whatever sperm was coating the outside of my penis in his mouth. As he pulled off, I could see runnels of milky fluid running down his chin. He smiled and I could see that he had caught in his mouth a large quantity of my sperm. His mouth closed and he swallowed. He leaned forward, then, and began to clean me with his tongue and lips, suctioning the pools of sperm at the base of my stomach. I felt completely drained, just as I had last time, but noticed that there was still no partial flaccidity apparent in my penis. My hand reached out and grasped Ryan under the arms, pulling him so that he was moved against me in my lap. I lifted his head, smiled at him, and gently began to lick my own sperm from his upper lip, chin, lips and neck. I was astonished at how erotic this simple act was and how I immediately felt a jolt within me of renewed physical energy, as though my sexual energy had suddenly become recharged. "Ryan, that was amazing. Amazing!" For once, he seemed to be without words. I could see the muscles of his jaw working, knew that he was still living the moments of what he had done. I wondered how he felt and quickly decided that I would see for myself. I helped him to his feet, got up from my chair, and eased him into it. Then, kneeling between his legs, I circled his erection with my right hand. With my left hand, I stroked his large testicles, kneading them gently between my fingers and palm. After a moment of hesitation, I got very close to the tip of his penis and looked at it carefully. More fluid was running from the end. I pushed the fluid with my tongue and then formed my lips into an O and pushed my mouth down his shaft. A series of soft cries reached me despite my concentration. My mouth, apparently, was having the same effect on him as his had had on me. As I pulled back, I tried to keep the pressure of my lips tight while, at the same time, lubricating the surface of his penis with my saliva. Again, I pushed myself down, trying to force his length even further into my mouth, but found myself stopped by an overpowering urge to gag. I fought this impulse and decided that I must somehow learn to relax my throat if I expected to do this the way he had done with me. I tried taking a deep breath, and deliberately relaxed my throat. With an effort of will, I forced the ring of my lips to the base of his shaft and held myself there for as long as I was able. When I pulled back so that only the head of his penis remained in my mouth, I was able to breath deeply and to relax once again before I forced my mouth again to the base of the shaft. This time, I was able to force my lips tightly against the skin over his pubic bone, his pubic hair tickling my nostrils. I imagined that he might be feeling that he had penetrated my mouth to the maximum depth possible for him. Twice more I repeated this procedure, reveling in the feeling of the smooth hardness of his warm flesh. As I pulled back for the fourth time, I felt the head of his penis begin to flare, and my tongue told me that the slit at the end had suddenly dilated. Quickly, I slightly increased the pressure of my lips and drove his shaft down my throat. I felt his erection grow even larger and the head, now deep in my throat, flared as I felt the pulses of his ejaculation begin. I tried to look up at him as I heard him say my name again and again. His eyes were narrowed as he stared down at me, the look on his face one I had never seen before. It was a look that I can only describe as enthralled passion mixed with relief and triumph. The expression was surprising considering that I caught it just as his body shuddered with the first release of his sperm. The timing of his orgasm was very different from my own. Instead of long surges of pumping semen, I could feel short, sharp bursts of pressure and the warmth of the jets as they shot against the walls of my throat. I fought to keep myself impaled upon him until the large ejaculations had passed and only began to ease up when the pulses had slowed. As I eased my lips up the stem of his still throbbing erection, I felt the taste of seawater far back on my tongue, and realized that the main portion of his ejaculation had erupted so deeply in my throat that I had not tasted it at all. Now, I resolved to capture the remaining spurts in order to sample the taste that so fascinated my friend. I pulled back until only the head and an inch or so of his penis remained in my mouth. I felt the last gentle emissions, flowing out rather than being expelled with force, as I swirled my tongue around him, still maintaining the pressure of my lips. When I felt that his orgasm had passed, I once again drove myself forward to the base and then drew myself back, grasping his penis once more with my hands, and lingering for a last moment at the head. I pulled my head back and stared at this large organ. A final drop of white fluid appeared at the slit and I leaned forward again and wet my lips with it. As I looked up at him, it suddenly came over me that I had just had my first sexual experiences with someone other than myself. I was startled as I considered that my imaginings about sex had never considered that my eventual sexual partner might not be the woman I married, but another man. Not in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined the body of a man as a desirable thing. Yet, here I was, kneeling in front of my friend’s smoothly muscled body, licking the last of his sperm from my lips. I was amazed at the tenderness I felt toward Ryan, how proud of myself that I was responsible for the sleepy, satisfied look on his face. Feeling this, I noticed the fineness of his features, the long dark lashes, the defined eyebrows, the faint sheen of perspiration at his temples that matted the fine curls of his hair against his skin. I reached out, ran my hands over the smoothness of his chest and stomach, my fingers gently exploring his brown nipples. His penis, now becoming soft, rolled up against his stomach. Again, I leaned forward and placed my lips against the small indentation at the place where the head met the shaft. "Mitch?" I looked up at his face. "Are you OK?" I smiled at him. "Can I tell you something?" he asked. Again, I smiled. "Since Fr. Bill did that to me, I’ve dreamed about it happening again." I nodded at him. "Never, in my wildest imaginings, did I dream that it would happen with someone like you." "Like me? What do you mean?" "Mitch, I’ve always thought of you as the straightest guy I knew. But I’ve also thought of you as the most perfectly beautiful man I have ever seen." "Ryan, I don’t think I understand what you’re telling me." "Mitch, I’ve known I was gay since I was 8 years old." I thought about that. Somehow, the idea of the Ryan I had known for so long as a homosexual came as a surprise to me. To my knowledge, I had never met a homosexual before. I suppose, to be accurate, I should say that I had not met anyone that I knew to be a homosexual. I felt a faint sense of puzzlement to realize that Ryan had look at me and desired me for a long time without me ever being aware of it. But I still was not following what he was saying, and told him so. "Mitch, gay men, or at least this gay man, have opportunities to be promiscuous. I never have been even though I’ve wanted to. About the time I decided that I was being silly to wait for the right person to come along, I met you. From the very first, I have been hopelessly crazy about you without the slightest hope that anything would ever happen between us. Even so, it has kept me from becoming physical with anyone else. I expect that I would have eventually found someone, but in my heart I would have known that no one would ever measure up to you." "Ryan, I’m hearing your words and I sense that you are trying to tell me something. I’m sorry. I’m still not getting it." "Ah, hell, Mitch. Maybe I don’t know what I’m trying to say either. All I know is that I have desired you for a long time. If you had permitted me to explore your body without reciprocation, I would have felt that to be enough. To have you reciprocate as completely as you have is something that I’m finding is making me feel buoyant beyond the physical relief that I’m feeling. In short, watching you force my dick all the way down your throat and to drink my semen has been nearly as much of a turn-on as anything I’ve ever done." "Ryan, had you thought that if I knew about you that I would have been upset?" "Yeah, I guess." "I don’t know. Maybe I would have been. But I don’t think so. Whatever else you are, you’ve seemed to me to be a pretty complete person. I think, somehow, that knowing you to be homosexual would have seemed just a little unusual but nothing to be concerned about." "Mitch, how do you feel about being a homosexual?" "Me? Am I? Homosexual, I mean?" "Well, to tell the honest truth, sucking on another man’s dick and letting him shoot off in your mouth isn’t exactly what the world calls normal heterosexual behavior." He grinned at me as he said it. I thought about what he said. "Ryan, maybe that’s what I am, but I don’t think so. I mean, wouldn’t I have known that? Wouldn’t I have been attracted to other men instead of to women? Wouldn’t I have had dreams of men instead of the women I do dream about? I do know that I enjoyed what I just did, and that I’d like to do it again. I also know that I want your hands and mouth on me again, probably pretty soon. But I can’t imagine wanting to do this with any other man I’ve ever met. Is there, perhaps, a degree of homosexuality that allows one man to enjoy the body of one specific other man without having to change his entire sexual orientation? I mean, I don’t know much about this sort of thing. All I know is how I feel right now. Ah, hell, Ryan. If putting your penis in my mouth makes me a homosexual, then I guess that’s OK. Because I loved it, loved every part of it. It came over me just before I got started that what I really wanted to do was cause your body great pleasure, and that I was willing to do nearly anything to bring it about. That’s why I tried so hard to do what I needed to do. By the way, since I’ve never done it before, was it OK? I mean really OK?" Ryan looked down at me, a bemused expression flitting across his features. "It’s OK, Mitch. Maybe you’re not gay. Maybe I’m a fluke. Whatever. If I am a fluke, I hope it doesn’t end soon because what just happened with us was thrilling beyond anything I ever hoped for. As to whether it was good for me, let me just tell you that though I don’t have a lot of experience with other men, all of the porn movies I’ve seen indicate that most porn actors can’t manage what you managed. It wasn’t just OK, it was astonishing! How the hell did you know what to do?" "I guess I’m just a quick study. You just did it to me and knew that I wanted to make it feel good for you. So I just did what I felt was needed. Incidentally, you’re right. There is a difference in the way we taste. I’m not certain why but I also think I could really enjoy this connoisseur aspect of tasting sperm." I smiled at him and leaned forward to place my head against his stomach, and slid my arms around his back. His skin felt so smooth and soft and warm. I felt his hands massaging my shoulders and upper back. I felt contented and, aside from the first stirrings of aching in my testicles, as comfortable as I could ever remember. I could hear Ryan’s voice speaking to me. It seemed as though it came from far away. Then, slowly, the voice faded and I slept.