Gay Erotic Stories

My sophomore year in college, I had a room mate named Rich. Unless you and your preferred room mate signed up for the same room at the same time, you simply got whomever you got, by chance. That is the way I got assigned to the same room with Rich. Rich was an OK guy by my initial judgement, and the first impression was correct. Rich and I got along just fine. He was the same age as I and was easy going and quick to laugh and share experiences with me. He was one of the most sexually uninhibited people I believe I have ever known. Nothing was too personal nor private that he wouldn't discuss. He would relate stories of his sexual escapades, more often than not, of how he either embarrassed himself, or his girlfriends, by doing something hilariously wrong. He often had me in tears from laughing at his animated and lively stories. Rich had no clue, nor did anyone else that I was gay. I was still closeted and had told no one of my orientation. And for that matter, I never revealed to Rich that I was gay. In my opinion, Rich was straight, and to tell him I was gay may have caused more grief than I wanted. I simply found it easier to function in the university environment as a straight person. Rich and I even double dated on four occasions, and even now I have to admit that it was enjoyable. The story I am about to relate, however, did not occur on a double date, but in our dormitory room. Rich, as I said, was totally uninhibited. Modesty in a men's dorm is all but useless. Nudity was common, and Rich (and I) were no exceptions to the freedom of clothing choice. As a result, I had intimate knowledge of Rich and his anatomy. And of course, his anatomy was striking. His hairless physique was enviable: broad shoulders, narrow waist, blond crew cut hair, muscular legs, and a respectable length of meat between his legs. On most occasions, if we were in our room, we were nude. I quickly became accustomed to being totally naked in his presence and he in mine. I learned how to look at Rich and other men nude without getting a hard-on. I must admit that it took some self control, but I did it out of necessity to hide my orientation. Rich, from the first week we shared a room, made no effort to hide the fact that he masturbated...and often. His frequency was at least 3 times a week. Now, the initial week or two, Rich would make an apology before he jerked off under his sheets after the lights were out. He would most often say, "Hey Roomie.....I gotta' jerk off.....is that okay with you?'" The first time he threw this surprise at me, I hesitated, but said, "Fine with me, fella." He muttered his apology and proceeded to jerk himself off in a couple of minutes while hiding the action under the sheets. After a week or two of this, he didn't bother to announce his acts of self abuse, but instead just pushed the sheets back down to his ankles, and beat off. It was agony for me to lie there in semidarkness and see him giving himself pleasure while my own dick throbbed, grew shiny hard and although I couldn't see it, I knew that the head of my dick was a dark purple in color from the unrelieved pressure that built up. My sexual release usually came when Rich had left the room for class and left me alone. On those days, my sexual tension had built to the point where my nuts were almost painful to the touch. My loads gushed out in blobs of unprecedented size. It was perhaps 6 weeks after we were room mates that Rich, in his usual manner, came into our room at 11 in the evening talking excitedly about a new auto that his father had bought. Not that he would be the driver of the new car, but that his dad had kept the older auto, and would be letting Rich drive it. It was the older Buick that Rich and I would some days later be double dating in. He sat on his bed talking about the car, and while talking, began to undress. He peeled off all his clothes and continued to talk excitedly to me while sitting on the bed. As we talked about the car, he unconsciously began to fondle his dick and nuts. As he talked, he waved one hand in the air for emphasis, and pulled on his meat with the other hand. I tried not to pay too much attention to what was happening to his dick, but only occasionally glanced at his ever growing penis when his eyes shifted away from my face. He stopped at some point, and exclaimed in a joking manner, "Oh man....this is gonna' be better than a piece of PUSSSEEEEY!" He flopped backward on his bed, laughing and causing his hard dick to stand straight up. By this time, my own dick had popped up and not having the sheet pulled up over my body, it was plain to see. Rich suddenly sat upright again, bouncing on the edge of his bed and looked over at me and immediately spied my erect penis. "I see my Roomie is excited about this too!" And with that, he whooped a loud yell and ran, smiling and laughing, from his bed to mine and jumped on me. We wrestled and roughed each other up for a few seconds, laughing and yelling. Then he said, "Hey man....let's jerk off. I am so excited....." I stuttered for a few seconds, "Well...I..Uh..." Then he punched me in the shoulder and said, "Awww, come on man....let's do it!" With that he sat back a little on my bed and started stroking his dick with one hand and reached out and put his hand on my dick. This was the first time I had felt another man's hand on my bare dick and it felt great. He rubbed his own dick and mine for a few seconds, and then removed his hand from my dick and began to jack his dick with his right hand and hold his nuts with his left. I joined his action, and started jacking my own hard-on. After a second or two of this, I boldly reached over and put my hand to his dick. He moved his hands away from his crotch, and leaned back on his hands and allowed me to feel and massage his dick. "Thanks" he said and closed his eyes while I rubbed, for the first time, another man's dick. My dick responded by beginning to ooze the clear, lubricating fluid that signals an impending orgasm. As I gently stroked his root, he reached over and began to fondle my balls. He then held my dick in his fingers, and using his thumb, he rubbed the pre-cum over the head of my dick. The cheeks of my ass pinched suddenly and my hips made involuntary hunching movements. "Hey.....Roomie is about to get a nut!" "Blow it man.....Blow it!" He then took control of my penis and moved his gently firm fist up and down my root. I was laying down and lowered my head to my pillow as I felt the pressure of my load start to build. I squeezed my eyes shut in pleasure as the pulsation's started behind my nut sack, and I could only grunt softly in rhythm to the motions of his hand. I felt the wave of fullness push from my pelvis and up the length of my penis. My mouth opened, but all that came out was a series of soft coughing like noises. My wad splayed over my abdomen and navel and rolled down his knuckles. Rich seemed to know that his stroking should slow to an even pace as the last drops of cum beaded up on the hole of my dick. He pushed the pearl of cum off the end of my dick with his thumb, and then moved his now cum-wet hand to his own dick and stroked. "Give me a hand too.", he said and halted his stroke, waiting for me to take action. Still trembling from the aftershocks of my own orgasm, I reached over and put my fist on his cock. I applied the same pressure and stroke to his cock that I would have used on my own. Apparently, it was the correct hand action, because his eyes closed in pleasure and he let out a soft sigh. I then decided to shift my position and sat up. I slid my left leg behind his back and curled my right leg under myself to give my hand a better stroking action. Instinctively, I put my left hand on his neck and rubbed gently. As I stroked his dick, up and down, I saw his face begin to change. His face became drawn, his lips pulled tightly against his teeth. With his eyes closed, he took short, soft intakes of breath, followed by a noisy exhale of air. His left hand moved to his nipple and he pulled on it repeatedly. I felt the diameter of his dick begin to swell, and his lips now formed themselves into an exaggerated kissing shape. Now the exhaled air almost whistled, and a few drops of saliva shot from his lips as he breathed out. His abdominal muscles by now had formed the washboard shape and jerked inward as he reached his orgasm. His legs stiffened, and he arched his back. I could feel the pulsation of his orgasm in his dick. I knew I should slow my stroke for him just as I did when I masturbated. Rich jerked as the first string of cum left the end of his penis. He cried out "Owww....owwww...owwww" with each jet of glue like cum. His load splayed over my right arm and over his legs. His load felt almost hot on the tender skin of my forearm. I kept my fist on his dick as the last drops of cum squeezed out. Rich shuddered several times and made audible moans with each spasm. "Holy Shit!", he said, and leaned forward with his hands on the edge of the bed. His head was down and he took several breaths while in that position. Then, in characteristic fashion, he jumped up and yelled, "Yaa-Hoooooo!" He strode to our towel rack, reached for a bath towel and wiped the cum off his body and then threw the sperm smelling towel to me. "Wipe off and let's run to the shower....last one there is a cock-sucker!" We ran. He won. I am.