Gay Erotic Stories

Morning made itself known brightly—I’d forgotten to close the blinds—and there was a rather large window directly opposite my bed that faced east. As soon as the sun hit my eyes, I was awake. If I’d had any preconceptions regarding Virgil’s sleeping habits, I was dead wrong…he was still sleeping soundly. I’d have bet money that he probably usually “woke up with the chickens” at first light.

I had my regular morning erection which was conveniently pointed at the entrance to Virgil’s back door. I decided not to act on first impulse…there’d be a time and a place for that. Best to bring this guy along on his own terms, and not confuse needs with wants. (That’d be Virgil’s eventual need…and my want.) Besides my body was telling me that I needed to piss like a racehorse! I got out of bed and headed for the bath.

I was sitting there pondering the day’s activities when Virgil appeared in the doorway. He was sleepy-eyed and yawning, standing there naked as a jaybird with his own version of a morning woody—jutting straight out. I was not really startled at noticing his presence, but I hadn’t heard him coming. Since I was usually alone, I was in the routine habit of never closing the door, after all—who would be there to notice?

Virgil sort of excused himself for walking in on me, but I just laughed, hit the flush lever and got up. I think he was kind of surprised that I was taking the time to sit down when I pissed, but since it was my bathroom to clean, it make perfect sense to keep the piss spray to a minimum. I signaled him to go ahead if he needed, and I playfully grabbed his dick when he was in arm’s range. Of course this only served to increase his rigidity.

“Oh man, don’t. Let me pee first; I really gotta go,” he protested.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t pass it up,” I chided. “Go ahead, I’ll just wash up.”

Virgil sort of stood there, stalling for time and his dick to go down enough to facilitate his peeing. I regretted pulling his crank, suddenly thinking about the probability of him spraying the toilet. But to my surprise, Virgil turned and sat down, stuffing his still hard dick under the ring of the seat. I was pleased with myself—maybe that extra tug on his shaft made him decide to sit rather than stand and deliver.

Seconds later while I washed my hands, a loud fart reverberated from the bowl followed by an audible splash. “Sorry, I think your ma’s dinner was sort of a shock to my system, I guess,” Virgil timidly said as his face reddened.

I broke into laughter and decided I’d better get the hell out quick before being overcome, “There’s some spray under the sink when you’re done.” I left the bathroom taking care to shut the door on my way out in the interest of containment. Breathing a sigh of relief, I thanked my lucky stars I’d not tried porking him…

I’d contained myself by the time Virgil emerged, still a bit embarrassed. “Whew, that was a relief,” he sighed. “Ya best not be lighting any matches in there for a while.”

I already got more than a gentle whiff of what he was talking about, “What crawled up your ass and died?” I asked. Poor Virgil’s face just got redder…and he wasn’t laughing. I let it drop. “Well, we’d better head downstairs. I’d guess mom will have breakfast ready shortly.” Virgil’s eyes perked up. “I imagine you’re kind of hungry—especially now that you’ve made room for it!” Virgil nodded his agreement, and walked to the chair retrieving his clothes. We were both dressed and heading down the stairs in under three minutes later.

True to form, mother fixed us a full breakfast, which Virgil charged through like a starving prisoner. I watched him as I ate; I guessed he probably hadn’t been in the habit of having much of anything in the morning. He politely thanked my mother twice before we left the table. She was both amused and impressed, “What have you two boys got planned for the day?” she asked making idle conversation while excusing us at the same time.

I looked at Virgil; we hadn’t yet discussed plans for the day. “Uh, don’t know. Might head back to campus and check out the bookstore again. We got a couple yesterday, but maybe there’ll be more available today. Classes don’t start until Tuesday, but it’d be nice to have most of the books out of the way.” Virgil nodded his head in confirmation. I remembered that he said he needed to contact his parents for funds, so I suggested he just call them from the house. Virgil didn’t refuse, and mother pointed him in the direction of the nearest phone.

When he was out of earshot she observed, “He’s a nice young man…courteous and good manners…” She hesitated and then added, “He’s sort of down-to-earth and sure has an appetite.” She was beaming and apparently feeling good about filling him up. Reading between the lines and her hesitation, I knew she’d been surprised by his “down-home” drawl, but I was sure she liked him and viewed him as an honest person.

Virgil returned and advised that his parents would wire his money by Monday, so we took our leave and headed back to campus. We only found two more books, then double checked the bulletin boards, but found nothing. Shortly after noon, we stopped our search. I sprung for a couple of subs for lunch and we ate outside. Virgil then suggested he go back to the dorm, ditch the books and change shirts. He checked with the dorm’s desk attendant for mail and to see if a roommate had been assigned while letting him know the preferred answer should be a “no”. Luckily so far, “no” was the response, and there were still two more vacant dorm rooms that weren’t spoken for, so it appeared he’d have no roommate.

I could clearly see just why Virgil was bent on not having company—the dorm was only about twice the size of my bathroom. A pair of twin beds and two small “student” desks at the end on either side of a small window left barely enough room to turn around. He still had stuff on the remaining bed, not having had enough time to chuck it under his bed and in his side of the thimble-sized closet. He threw his books on the bed, and then started unbuttoning his shirt. I didn’t say anything, being content to observe him. I decided that he really did have a nice chest and he looked more muscular than I’d noticed before—sort of taut muscles concealing a lean frame. He rummaged through his few hanging shirts, and then turned my direction, “What do you want to do this afternoon?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “Don’t really know. You settled in here?” I asked looking around the room. I was sort of hoping he might take the bait; I could help him “settle” and we could kind of just kick back for a while. Sounded like a good plan to me—and maybe…

“Suppose I could tidy up a bit…in case…” Virgil agreed, stopping at the thought of “in case”. As he thought, he reached over and locked the door.

I pretended not to notice or at least have no reaction, but I’m sure he was aware that I’d heard the click of the lock. “It’s probably just wishful thinking,” I thought to myself as I looked idly around the confines again, thinking what to say next. “How can I help you out?” I asked while turning back towards him. He didn’t say anything; I let my eyes travel down his torso, past his belt. A distinct bulge was developing in his jeans, and since nothing was there to interfere, the outline of his struggling penis headed south down his left pant leg. When I looked up, he was looking at me with a wry smile.

“Well, we could just stay here a spell…” he offered, breaking into a full smile as he said the words. I stepped closer, invading his space…still closer… He leaned forward and our lips met…and locked onto each other. Nothing further was spoken. I felt his hands searching for my zipper, as I felt the hardening of his cock pressing against my leg through the material of both our jeans. Within minutes we were laying on the empty bed—naked and tangled.

“Class is now in session,” I thought to myself as I looked at Virgil who was looking up at me in anticipation… “I don’t recall signing up for a Friday afternoon lab, do you?” I kidded.

“Neither do I, but the extra credit hours sounds okay by me…” Virgil responded as his words trailed off…as they were muffled. Let the learning begin...