Gay Erotic Stories

The First Summer Ó 1997 It was the first day of my summer vacation from freshman year at college, when I met Matt. I had arrived home and gone to visit my grandmother who was entertaining an old friend and her grandson. Matt and I were introduced, and a summer of fun, learning about each other and our secret most desires was begun. Matt was two years older than I. He had dark hair and an olive complexion, brown eyes and at six foot two, my same height. Even our weights were close, Matt's being 185 and mine 190. As we talked, we found that we both enjoyed playing tennis, swimming, hiking, biking and the out-of-doors in general. Matt was not from my home town, but from a city about two hours away. The local university was the reason for Matt's being here as he was going to summer school that summer to try and graduate early. I, on the other hand, was going to a university in a city about three hours away from my home, so the summer would be our only chance to spend time together and get to know each other. Both of our grandmothers were insisting that we spend time together getting to know each other and "buddy around" together ... and sometimes I wondered if they had an intuition that we were meant to be more than friends. I was only too happy to oblige their wishes, just the thought of spending time with Matt was peeking my interest, and my thoughts were running rampant with ideas of what we could spend the summer doing. Matt and I talked at length that afternoon, learning that we each enjoyed music, good food, making new friends and spending quality time with those who were close to each of us. Our common interests in tennis afforded us an opportunity to meet the next afternoon at my families country club. My drive home that first afternoon was filled with both anxiety and excitement. Anxious because I wasn't sure of where our friendship might lead and yet excited at the possibility that we might become more than just friends. I picked up Matt the next afternoon at his grandmothers house and we drove to the club. Matt was bubbling with excitement that day, talking about his luck at meeting someone who had so many interests in common with his. We played two sets that first afternoon and ended our day in the club pool. I had been trying to figure out how I was going to catch a glimpse of Matt without his clothes on, so the idea of a swim after our match provided me with the perfect opportunity. Hurrying to the locker room, we talked about what each had planned for the evening. Matt said that he had just thought of going home and watching a little TV or listening to music. When we reached the locker room we began to undress. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in Matt's shorts while we walked down the stairs. With each step I felt myself tingling and beginning to grow, the excitement of seeing Matt naked turning me on. By the time we reached the lockers I was certain that I would embarrass myself, but we discovered that there were several others there changing also. We both changed so quickly into our swim trunks, that neither of us had a chance to have a really good look at the other. We swam and lounged around the pool for about an hour before heading back to the lockers. Although there were others in the pool that day, I don't really remember seeing anyone but Matt. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his handsome, muscled body, and that impressive bulge in his speedos. I had to be constantly aware of not staring too hard, even though every time I looked at Matt he was looking my way also, his eyes twinkling and always sharing that big smile of his. I think that we both knew what was happening, but both of us were too shy and cautious to say or do anything. We showered quickly and dressed without talking ... our eyes sneaking glances at one another. Walking to my car I suggested that we meet later for dinner and Matt eagerly accepted and offered to pick me up. Matt waved good-bye as he ran up the walk to his grandmother's house ... and I'm sure that I saw him wink as he looked back before I drove off. Matt arrived at exactly 7 o'clock. He was beaming from ear to ear as I admired his new car ... an early graduation present from his parents. We drove off toward the restaurant ... top down ... hair blowing in the breeze. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him as we wove through the streets ... watching his hair lift with the puffs of wind ... enjoying the way that he looked over at me and talked ... and winked ... and made me feel important. After dinner, he suggested that we go for a drive, and asked where we might go to talk. My thoughts immediately turned to finding some far away, secluded spot where we could be alone. We drove toward a large, man made lake about 25 minutes out of town. Crossing the dam we watched as the sun set, casting its pallet of colors across the waters. We drove for a few more miles off of the highway to the local sailing club. I had told Matt earlier that I loved sailing ... and this was going to be my surprise to him ... taking him for a sail during the early evening twilight. Matt was elated ... and to my delight I discovered that he loved boating as well. He had never sailed much though ... his time being spend mostly fishing and water skiing. We slipped the mooring, raised the sails, and were off ... the gentle breeze moving us quietly across the water. As the boat began to heel to the breeze, we raised ourselves to the edge of the cockpit as a counterbalance to the force of the wind on the sails. Matt was sitting so close to me now that I could feel his shoulder against mine ... it was electrifying. Matt asked if he could take the helm, and when we changed course, we swapped positions so that he could steer. I was admiring his nimbleness and eagerness at learning the skills of sailing when a gust of wind caused us both to scamper to the high side of the boat. In the rush to counterbalance the boat, our shoulders touched ... thighs and legs touched ... and his hand came to rest on mine. In that one split second I felt him melt into me ... his hand grasped mine ... and as I looked into his eyes, I saw him smile. Matt was gently rubbing and caressing my hand ... and without blinking an eye ... I turned my hand over to hold his. The warmth of his hand in mine made my whole body tingle and feel afire as my heart began to beat furiously. Matt put his arm around my shoulder and pulled himself closer to me as we sailed into the diminishing evening light. As I turned the boat to head back to the club, Matt suggested that we drop the sails and watch the sky for shooting stars. With only the light of the rising moon I watched as Matt removed his shirt to expose his muscled back and chest ... and I did the same. We sat on the floor of the cockpit and looked overhead at the sky as our hands began to explore our bodies. Necks ... backs ... chests ... nipples ... flat stomachs ... muscled calves and thighs. Our hands not missing a spot ... except for that spot down there ... until I accidentally brushed against Matt's crotch and felt the hardness there. No sooner had I touched him than his mouth found mine ... and his hands slid up my thigh and down my chest to my crotch. Within moments we were locked into hot, passionate kisses as our hands slipped over each others' shorts feeling the hardness within. Matt and I both slid our hands up each others thighs at the same time as we slipped them eagerly inside our shorts. His hard cock was straining at his jockeys for release, and a huge wet spot had formed. Inside his shorts, my fingers circled him as I moved my hand up and down the confined length of his shaft. With a single swift move, Matt slid his hand inside my shorts releasing me from the confines of my shorts and then his hand began slipping up and down my length. My whole body began to shake as his strokes quickened. He was rubbing my dripping precum over my cock head and making me throb with desire. I wanted Matt's shorts off so that I could see him naked, so that I could put my hands everywhere, I wanted nothing between us but the cool evening air. Without my saying anything, Matt must have felt the same desires because he suddenly stood in front of me and pulled me up to meet his lips. When our lips met, I felt Matt's hands begin to tug at the waist of my shorts. Within seconds my shorts were laying on the cockpit floor of the boat. I looked down at Matt stroking my cock and then back into his eyes ... and I reached for Matt's waist band. As I was slipping his shorts down, I bent over and kissed his nipple ... my hands pushing his shorts lower until I felt them fall free. Then, with both hands, I began to rub and massage his legs and thighs as I stood. Our mouths met and our tongues began to explore one another as our hands began stroking and massaging each others hardness. I could feel my insides turning to liquid fire as Matt's hands teased and tickled my balls and cock. Then, Matt pulled away from me ... our lips parted ... and he lowered himself to his knees in front of me. I could feel Matt's hot puffs of breath along my swollen shaft and against my balls. When Matt began licking and kissing my cock I felt as if my knees would buckle from underneath me. Matt's tongue swirled over my cock and then I felt him licking my cock head. Matt moaned when my cock head entered his mouth ... I moaned. Matt's experienced tongue began swirling about the head ... and he began taking me deeper inside him. I watched in awe as I disappeared inside his mouth ... 1", 2", 3", 4", 5", 6", 7" and then all 8 inches. I could feel Matt's chin against my balls as he began moving up and down on me. I looked past Matt's mouth on my cock to see him stroking himself, and I greedily wanted to have my hand there ... and my mouth. I could feel the tension building within my body, and I knew that I must stop him soon or cum ... and I wanted to be able to feel Matt inside me before I came. I reached down and grasped each side of Matt's head and gently pulled him up to me. I kissed him quickly before bending over to kiss his neck, shoulders and nipples. I quickly kissed is navel on my way down to his cock, my hands all the time stroking him in firm, long strokes. On my knees I bent forward and began licking and kissing Matt's balls, wanting to do everything to him that he had done to me. I grasped Matt's throbbing cock in my hand and began licking its length, wondering how I would ever get all of its length down my throat. I knew that I was 8 inches long because I had measured myself once while reading an article in one of my workout magazines about the size of an average man's cock. And now, sliding my hands up and down Matt's cock I knew that he was longer and bigger around than I ... how would I ever get his 10 inches of throbbing cock down my throat without gagging ... somehow I had to find a way. I eagerly kissed and licked Matt's cock head, tasting a man's precum for the first time ... reveling in its slightly salty but sweet flavor. I parted my lips and let his cock head slide in my mouth ... my tongue swirling about it ... licking the leaking precum flowing quicker now as my hands firmly stroked him from the base upwards. I was amazed at how large his cock was ... my jaws began to ache as I sucked on his length. I tried as hard as I could to take more and more of him inside my mouth, but it seemed that I could only get about 4 or 5 inches in my mouth without feeling like I was going to gag. His cock head was hitting the back of my throat as I sucked and licked his shaft ... his cock seeming to be getting even bigger the harder that I sucked ... the precum flowing now like a river. Matt began swaying back and forth as I sucked harder, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth faster and faster, and then before I knew what was happening Matt grabbed me and pulled me off of his throbbing cock. He reached down and grabbed himself to stop the rising waves of a climax. Matt grabbed my hand, laid down on the floor of the cockpit and pulled me down beside him. We kissed briefly before Matt turned around and lay beside me, turning me on my side and pulling my lower leg up under his head. Then, slipping his arm up under me, he pulled himself closer to me and I felt my cock slipping once again inside his mouth. I eagerly turned to Matt ... put my head on his leg and grasped his cock. Within seconds we were sucking each other ... both at the same time ... our cocks burning with desire for release. The next few minutes were blurred with passion as we licked and sucked at each others cocks. To my surprise and delight, with each thrust of Matt's hips I could feel him sliding deeper down my throat. Soon I was swallowing Matt's full length, amazed at my dexterity, and delighted that I could take all of him as he was doing to me. Now our bodies were in auto pilot ... our hips thrusting ... our mouths sucking ... our tongues madly licking at each others sex. I could sense that Matt's cum must rising as his precum began flowing steadily and his breathing started getting faster. My own body began to respond as I felt myself nearing an organism. Matt pulled off of me only long enough to warn me that I might not want him to cum in my mouth ... this being my first time ... but I only sucked harder. Within seconds I felt Matt's cock getting even harder and more rigid ... then he thrust once again ... and I felt his hot cum splashing against the back of my throat. At the same moment, I too began to shoot. We swallowed frantically trying to get every last drop, sucking on each other until the flood of cum dwindled to only an occasional droplet. Still we sucked and licked each other ... our cocks refusing to loose their hardness. Reluctantly we let our cocks slip out of each other's mouth as we turned to lay on our backs ... our heads still resting comfortably on each other's thighs. Matt's hand found mine and we gently, softly touched. We sat up at the same moment and kissed, our tongues darting in and out ... our fingers slipping through each other's hair now damp with perspiration from our lovemaking. Our breathing began to slow back down to a normal pace but our desire to be close was still burning within each of us. It was now close to midnight and I asked Matt if he was ready to return to the club. He looked into my eyes in the dim moonlight and said "No, but I suppose that we should before someone began to miss us". I smiled and kissed him hard, slipping my arm around his broad shoulders and pulling him closer. "Let's sail back to the club naked" I said, an evil grin spreading across my face. Matt smiled back. It took almost two hours to get back to the club, and we sailed sitting side by side ... holding hands ... often kissing ... often letting our hands caress each other's cocks ... and often alternately sucking each other passionately. We both came two more times that evening before reaching the club. That day and evening was the beginning of a summer filled with excitement, new thrills, and sexual exploration. Matt and I were inseparable, spending every possible minute together. His days were filled with summer school and mine with summer apprenticeship work ... but the evenings and weekends were ours alone. We traveled our home state from the mountains to the coast ... enjoying its beauty and each others company. I still wonder if our grandmothers knew what a profound influence they had on our lives ... and I'm forever thankful that they introduced us.