Gay Erotic Stories

Okay this story is partly fiction and partly real; hopefully I have blended them so there is no distinction. The names have been changed to protect the satisfied. My name is Brian and of course I am gay, and I have been in love and out of it like any other high school queen. Let me tell you about myself: at the time of the story I was 18, about 5’10, 155 pounds, sepia hair cut short, hazel almost green eyes and considered attractive by many (of both sexes). His name was Kurt, 18, about six feet, bleached blonde hair, also about 155 pounds, and the most crystal blue eyes I had ever seen. It all started the year before, when we started our junior year. I walked in and sat down in an alien classroom, no one in there was familiar. I knew not a single face in this crowd. As I looked around me I perused the faces and almost fainted. Right across from me was the most beauteous face I had ever seen. I had to sit down for fear of falling down. His features were slightly feminine, large lips and soft milk-white skin. And it was all I could do not to stare at this model of perfect beauty. When the bell rang to end class and head to next period I was so disappointed, I didn’t even know his name. I slowly walked to art class, heavy with disappointment. As soon as I entered I saw him, my blue-eyed hunk. We had two classes in a row together. During roll call I found out his name was Kurt: what a wonderful name, to go with a wonderful guy. He helped me get acquainted with the art room, as I was a new student and he was the art department’s prized pupil (a fact which ticked me off, since I was the favorite in my old school). All year I just couldn’t help myself, I just fell over this guy, whenever he would talk to me, I would get goose pimples and butterflies in my stomach, ending up all tongue-tied. During the year I heard stories of some of the stuff he did while high, some earned him places as gossip of the month, also I learned he had a girlfriend. As our senior year rolled around I met his girlfriend. In fact we were in several classes together: I wanted to hate her. She was in my way, she was an impediment in my way to Kurt, but I couldn’t: she was that nice. So I went around the first few weeks of my senior year with a lot of pent-up frustration. It finally occurred to me why I liked him so much: I was gay. It was a name that had been arbitrarily given to me in my old school. I realized that I had fallen hard for this guy, and that come Hell or high water I would tell him, if not just to get the secret off of my chest. The next day, in our morning art class, I waited until I saw him go into the art supply room and I excused myself to get some matte board from the supply room. I walked over to the supply closet and started rummaging through the cases of matte board. He started the conversation with idle chit-chat about the parties last weekend (as he was only now recovering, it was Tuesday, his first day back in the week). I decide to take a bold step. “Hey, Kurt, want to know a secret?” As I said this, a lump formed in the back of my throat. He raised an eyebrow, “Sure Brian. What kind of secret you got?” I was almost stammering, it was all I could do not to let my knees knock while talking to my blue-eyed hunk. “Well, man… I guess I am, well…you know, gay.” He started to laugh a laugh like a crystal bell ringing. I was a little dumbfounded, not sure about this reaction, and then I looked at his package. It was more than full. It looked as if it might burst from his faded jeans. I let my jaw drop, hit the floor, and keep going. He just smiled his devilish smile, a smile that could unarm any defense and melt any heart. He stepped closer to me and whispered, “Not now, wait until class starts.” I walked out of the supply room quite curious and trying to hide a very conspicuous bulge in my khakis. I didn’t know what he meant, so I just started work. Our art teacher reminded everyone that today was our in-school field trip, and that we would be going to the cemetery across the road. The two of us, Kurt and myself, were allowed to stay behind, as we were of a higher level art. We waited until the class was safely away and we stole out of the Art room. We snuck across the hall, to the back of the stage, him leading me. He led me to the green room, where he locked the door from the inside. “Brian, what was it you were saying?” he asked as he sat me down on the counter. I stammered “I...am…g-gay, and I like you.” I quickly finished. He just laughed that crystal laugh again. “Well, duh, I knew you were gay. I mean, come on, Brian. How long did you sit in Junior English staring at me? I was wondering how long it would take you to fess up.” I just didn’t know how to react; I was still a newbie to the whole gay thing. “But, Kurt, don’t you have a girlfriend?” I asked as he was leaning forward. He stopped and said, “She and I have an agreement: she can sleep with any guy she wants, as long as it’s protected, and so can I.” I was completely in shock. Here I was alone with the guy of my dreams and he was inferring sexual ideas to me. Can you say yippee? I looked again down at his crotch: the jeans looked as if they would explode from the pressure from the meaty Leviathan contained within. I ventured a hand up to his hair as I leaned in to kiss him. Our lips met, both pushing, strong and resilient. Before I knew it his tongue was slipping between our lips and my teeth. As we feverishly kissed, my hunger was unleashed. I went for the gusto; I began to kiss him with all I had. Soon I felt his hands on my arms helping them out of my over-shirt. I decided to reciprocate, and I slipped his shirt off, without either of us missing a beat of the sexual music thrumming in our bodies. As I helped him slip out of his jeans, he was undoing the clasp on my belt and helping me out of my khakis. Soon, we were both kissing, clad in only our underwear, me in my blue bikini briefs and him in his jockstrap, he had taken to wearing them as underwear when he wrestled. As we got closer to one another, I could feel his pulsing meat pressed further into my crotch. We separated for a moment, “Brian, are you sure you want this, very few have been able to handle my dick.” As he did this, he held it close and protectively. “Oh yes, Kurt. I want this, your meat, you, oh I want it all.” I almost pleaded. He acquiesced, pulling down the jockstrap. I was amazed at the sight before me. I had dreamed it was large, but this was a fantasy come true. It was 11 ½ inches long and as thick as an apple. I was unsure if either of my virgin orifices could handle it. I warned him “Kurt, I am a virgin, will it hurt?” He almost chuckled; I mean I had stuck a dildo up there, but nothing this size. He promptly stripped me of my bikini briefs, and my protruding eight inches seemed so small compared to his monster of the deep. He went down, his warm moist mouth engulfing my penis. I almost vibrated, the intense pleasure this produced. He worked his mouth, licking the head and working his way to the base in one swift move. He deep throated me and still had room for one nut. As he licked and massaged me, I played with his hair, producing little swirls amid the blonde locks. I could feel myself getting close, as I neared climax, Kurt pulled his mouth off of my pulsing prick. He pulled from his backpack two packets of condoms, one his size the other mine, and some lube. He quickly slipped the condom over my slick prick, slick with his saliva, and squirted some lube onto his ass. “Man, would you smear this around my hole?” I obliged, spreading it in and around his hole. “Okay, now slowly thrust in.” I lifted his ankles, and spread them, planting myself in him, pushing myself to the hilt. I thrust in and out for a few more minutes before the wave of pent-up orgasms pushed me. I came once, twice and again. I came so hard, that I burst the condom; we found this out as I pulled out with a torn condom dripping with jism. Exhausted from the climaxes, I rolled over onto the conveniently placed pile of pillows. This is where my job began. As Kurt slid the condom off of me, he leaned in for a kiss, whispering “Okay that was great, but now is when the fun really starts.” I didn’t know how to react to this; I was still tired from my orgasms. I looked up into his face when all I could see was a large dick in my face. As we were kissing, he had slid a condom on and prepared to face fuck me. I opened my mouth expecting a mouth full, but I had no bracings for what entered. It was all I could do to take the first five inches. This throbbing cock was taking all my concentration and I almost forgot to breathe. Kurt took my head and slowly lifted it up, bringing my face into rhythm with his thrusts. I slowly felt more and more of his hot cock entering my mouth, sliding down my throat and almost reaching my gullet. For half an hour we stayed like this, him thrusting into my gradually widening mouth, until the moment came when he climaxed. He pulled himself slowly from my tired mouth, kissing my lips when he was all the way out. “Are you ready for part two?” he asked. I was beyond exhausted; I couldn’t even muster the strength to decide. I just nodded. He swiftly lifted my ankles above me, smearing more lube onto my ass and into the crevasse he wished to enter. He leaned forward and kissed me so tenderly that I didn’t even notice the pain as he slid into me. It took two thrusts until he could get his entirety into my tight virgin ass. I could feel the mushroom head massaging my innards as he thrust into me, gently at first and then with more purpose as he pushed further in. We made love like this for what seemed an eternity, but in reality was only twenty or twenty-five minutes. I didn’t realize that anything in my life had been missing, not until I felt how complete I was when I could feel his cock burrowing itself in me. I never wanted it to end, but like all good things, it did. As Kurt fired volley after volley of hot man cream into the condom I felt it leak through, splashing in my ass and out onto my cheeks. He slowly pulled out, this time with a look of pure ecstasy, and kissed me. As we stood, I felt a trickle of his cream running down my leg from my ass. We kissed a long and passionate kiss as we pulled our clothes on. We were dressed in a hurry, slipping the condoms into the boys’ bathroom trash before we slipped into class. The other art teacher asked us where we had been. We exchanged a look and said we had been sketching people in the halls, out near the cafeteria. He bought it and went back to his class. “Kurt, that was fantastic! Can we do it again?” I asked. “Sure, but let me break up with Vanessa before we get together again.” I asked why he was going to break up with her: if they had the perfect relationship, they could fuck anyone they wanted. “Because, Brian, I like you a lot. And I would much rather be with you all the time.” Can you say yippee?