Gay Erotic Stories

I have a problem. I seem to fall head over heels for straight men. Masculine straight men who show me the slightest bit of affection. Its sad but its true. A couple of years ago I was rooming with a co-worker of mine who played soccer with a bunch of other guys from work. I liked to tag along and watch; partly because it was fun and partly because more than one of them was really cute. Especially Gary. Gary is from England and didn’t mind changing his clothes on the bleachers in front of everyone. Now Gary isn’t a supermodel by any means, but he just has that THING. You know, that thing that just draws people in and make them want to be around him. He is confident (at least on the surface but I’ll come back to that later), charismatic, intelligent, masculine, athletic and a man’s man. After the soccer (or football depending on which country you are from) matches the group liked to go out and grab a few drinks. It was through those outings that Gary and I became very good friends and began to spend a lot of time together. Now Gary also had problems. At the time he was going through a divorce and when he drank, he had a tendency to overdo. Since I have one of those caretaker type personalities, I would drag his drunk ass home and put him to bed, at least on the nights that he didn’t have one of his ladies pick him up. Now on several of the nights that I got him home, he wouldn’t want to be left alone and would pull me into bed with him. Again, Gary is completely heterosexual and is completely confident in his sexuality and masculinity, which is probably why it wasn’t a big deal for him to have another man in bed with him. I was just the equivalent of a nightlight or stuff animal. The first time it happened I was petrified. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before and I was terrified that in the morning he would realize what he had done and wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore. But in fact it was like it never happened. He definitely remembered, we just didn’t talk about it. He did, however, become more affectionate with me when he was drunk, and he would regularly kiss me. Sometimes even on the mouth! I know its sad but I grew to rely on his affection and I started to fall for him, hard. Refer to the start of this story: I have a problem. One of these nights he drank a lot more than usual (I think it was when he found out he ex-wife was pregnant with another man’s child). He was getting kicked out of bar after bar and finally I had to drag him back to his home before he got arrested. As was becoming a habit, he pulled me into bed with him and he was rambling in his drunken depression about all the shit that was happening in his life. He was on his back and he had pulled me to him so that I was on my side with my head on his chest, my hand was resting on his stomach and his arm was around me. Eventually he started to get quiet and I thought he was falling asleep. I was just about to extricate myself from him and head home when I fell him grab my hand on his stomach, and he slowly but surely moved it until it was resting on his pants directly over his penis! I was stunned and freaked out! I froze. I knew what he was asking for, but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to deny him what he was asking for (both for his and my pleasure) but this was a lot more than just lying in bed with him. I didn’t want him to hate me in the morning. It felt like I was frozen with my hand on his crotch for an hour, though it was probably only a minute, before I succumbed and slowly started unbuttoning his pants and slid my hand inside his boxers. Now I knew from his drunken confessions that his sexual prowess and stamina were impressive and even only semi-hard I could tell he had a dick to match. It was thick and growing and I could wait to see it. I finally worked up the courage to look at his face and I found him looking down at me. Our eyes met and wordlessly I was asking permission to continue and he was giving me permission. I rose to my knees and I stripped off his pants and boxers with his help and there it was. It was a beautiful thick uncut cock. It was dark but I guessed it was around 7.5 inches long. He then settled back with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. It was such a manly dominant posture. He was expecting me to please him and I was happy to oblige. I went to work on his dick which tasted amazing. I had never sucked an uncut cock before. I wanted to give him so much pleasure. While I was licking, kissing and sucking I ran my hands over him. I had a feeling this would be my only chance So I wanted to worship and memorize his body while I had the chance. I cupped and squeezed his ass cheeks, I caressed his stomach and arms, and pinched his nipples. At somepoint during all this I suddenly felt him shift and his hand was on the back of my head, urging me to take more of his cock. Now if you haven’t been able to figure it out yet, I am more of a submissive individual. So hyper masculine, dominant behavior really revs my engines. I sucked on his English dick like it was my lifeline while his hand pushed me down on his meat over and over. Finally I felt his body start to convulse and tense and I knew he was about to cum. I had never swallowed before but I had it bad for Gary so I wanted to taste his seed. He held my head down and I felt his load shoot inside my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. When it was over I didn’t know what to do. The full realization of what I had just done came back in a rush, along with the fear that I had just ruined the most important friendship I had. But before I had too long to worry about it he took my head in his hands and brought me back up to his face and he kissed me long and hard. Then he held me back until we were looking into each other’s eyes again and asked, “You ok?” Was I ok!?!? HE was asking ME!? I was so stunned all I could manage was, “uh huh.” He then moved my head back to his chest and we resumed our previous cuddling positions. After about half an hour I decided it was time to head back to my place, even though I could’ve stayed that way forever. No matter how cool he seemed to be with everything that just happened, I was still concerned about what would happen if we woke up in the morning and I was still there. He was very sweet and insisted on showing me to the door (with his pants still off by the way). He even hugged me before I left. As worried as I was about our friendship changing, I had nothing to worry about. With one exception we never talked about it again and we still hang out and are best friends to this day. I was even his best man when he got remarried a couple of months ago. While I still love Gary and probably always will, the more we hang out, the healthier my feelings for him become, though I still fantasize about him quite a bit. Stay tuned for additional stories with my fantasies of Gary, but this will be the only one that ACTUALLY happened.