Gay Erotic Stories

It was a Thursday night in the summer. It was a perfect night, with a full moon and lots of stars. I wasn't enjoying it though. I was reading. I should tell you about myself. I'm 17 and bisexual, with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. I live in a house by a lake with my parents, who were gone that weekend to visit my grandmother. My brother was at his best friend's house, so I was at home alone. At about 10 pm that night, the doorbell rang. I was expecting noone, so I ignored it and went back to my book. But the bell rang again, so I went to answer the door. I opened it and saw my best friend Ryan, who was crying. He's a few months older than me, but shorter and stronger. He has short, blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was also a jock, and I wasn't, so I don't know why we were friends. But we were, and we had always been. I was also infatuated with him, I would dream about him and jerk off about him, and he would dance around in my mind. "What's wrong?" I asked. Ryan said nothing, but started crying even harder. I ushered him inside, and brought him outside to sit on the porch. "Me and Jenny broke up," he finally sobbed. I comforted him for a while, and got him to calm down. "Look at the moon," I told him. "It's pretty," he said through his tears, "just like Jenny!" and he started whining some more. "Come back to my room," I told him, pulling him up, and leading the way. We sat on the bed for a while, Ryan just bawling his eyes out. It was getting kind of tiring comforting him. He was my friend, but nobody should cry for three hours and take me away from my reading. I don't care who they are. "Ryan, sometimes people feel better after a hug." I told him, trying anything to make him feel better. "Does it really?" he asked. "It makes me feel better all the time," I told him, hoping that psycology would work. Then Ryan leaned forward and hugged me, and I hugged him back. We just held each other, for the longest time. I could feel his hands on my back, his head next to mine. I don't know what made me do it, but I leaned my head forward and I started kissing his neck. He seemed shocked, but he didn't do anything about it. I moved up from his neck to his mouth. At first I met with resistance, but he slowly opened his mouth to let in my tongue. Our tongues mingled with each other, and then I pulled away. "You kissed me." he said, looking at me. I nodded, feeling ashamed and looking away. "I liked it," he said. I looked back at him, and he leaned in to kiss me. I started kissing him back. Our tongues were playing together in our mouths. We pulled away enough for me to take off his shirt, revealing his smoothe chest, with only a trail of hair leading down to his special place. He pulled my shirt off, too, leaving us both shirtless. We hugged again, our two chests rubbing together. It felt good, our warm skin together, our mouths kissing. I then pulled away, and started to kiss my way down his chest. I got to his nipple, and I started too nibble on it, causing him to moan. Then I moved down down his stomach to his belly button, where i moved my tongue in and out of it. I started to slowly move down from there, where I reached his jeans. I unbuttoned them, and pulled them down, revealing his green boxer briefs, which clung to him, and displayed a big bulge in his pants. I started to lick his underwear, and then I went down further, to his legs, where I licked the hairs. Then I went down to his feet, and kissed both toes. I then brought myself back to his face, which was resting on his arm. I sniffed his armpit, which let out the most amazing manscent. I kissed him again. He pulled up, and pulled down my shorts, leaving me in my boxers, He came up, and we rubbed together some more, grinding our hips. I then decided to go further, where what I dreamed about was. I pulled down his tight briefs, revealing his six inch man meat, which was sticking straight up towards his stomach. "It's beautiful." I told him, before going down on it. First I licked all the way down his shaft, before going back to the head, which I gave special attention to, licking and sucking. Then I went down to his balls, which I began to slowly lick. Ryan was out of control. I began licking up and down his shaft again, slowly, and then I deepthroated him. This caused him to yell out and grab onto my head, which he held in place. I licked and sucked until he started to shout. "Casey, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Then he blew his load into my mouth. His boy juice tasted sweet, and I loved it. I went back and kissed him, and I know he could still taste his cum in my mouth. "That was the best blowjob I've ever had," he whispered, looking at me. "You've got to return the favor," I reminded him, kissing him. He pulled down my boxers, and my seven inches sprang out. He started licking all over, and then he started playing with my balls. I started moaning. Then he deep throated me, taking in all of me. He licked all over, and I started to rub his head. I felt a familiar sensation coming over me, and then I cam in his mouth. He came back and started kissing me. We kissed for a while, our chests rubbing together, our cocks grinding. It felt wonderful. But pretty soon, I came again, and he did to, getting cum all over our chests. We started laughing, and then I stopped. "We had better get cleaned up," I told him, standing up. He followed me into the bathroom, where I turned on the shower, sending a spray of warm water to wash us off. "Will you soap up my back?" he asked. I replied, running my hands over his strong back, enjoying it's feel. When the water had rinsed the soap off his back, we started kissing again. I turned off the shower, and we toweled each other off. Then we went back to my room, where we cuddled for a while, and fell asleep. I woke up early, Ryan still asleep next to me. I looked at his sleeping form, and I started feeling better. I got up, and walked down to my mother's flower garden. I picked the most beautiful flower I saw, which was a white rose. I went back to my room where Ryan was still asleep. I ran the rose up and down his body, until he woke up. "That tickles," he said. I handed him the rose. "What's this for?" he asked. "I've heard stories about how if someone is given a rose, then they will remain together forever. We're now 25. We've graduated from college, where we went together. We're still together, and thinking about marraige and children. And we still have that one, white rose.