Gay Erotic Stories

This is a true story that happened a number of years ago during the pre-HIV era. It was the first time I had sex with a man. I was in college working part time for a large public agency in the city in which I live. This agency is a major provider of well-paid part-time jobs for guys like me who needed to work a job around a college class schedule. After about six months on the job, I had to attend a day-long pre-summer training seminar for other part-timers like me. One of the other part-time guys was a drop-dead gorgeous look-alike for a well-known movie man’s man of an actor with a pro football player running back’s physique. He caught quite a few glances and his ease in conversation made him popular during our breaks. I don’t remember who initiated the conversation between us, but we hit it off. We shared a lot of the same interests, outlooks, outdoor sports, and attended the same large public university. And we were both Christians. By the end of the seminar we had exchanged home phone numbers and agreed to phone each other and get together sometime in the near future for a beer after work. That phone call came that night when he called me suggesting we meet on campus for lunch that week. We agreed but talked for another two or three hours. We were really clicking. In retrospect, we both found the other attractive and interesting, but didn’t consciously realize it at the time. It seemed the more we prayed for love in this world, for those we knew, and for each other, the closer we grew. For several months of doing every imaginable recreational and social thing the best of friends usually do, including double dating girlfriends, we decided to move closer to the university. It was also closer to the church and collegian bible study both of us had begun to attend. He and his roommate moved first, and then I got a one-bedroom unit in the same building. He and I spent even more of our time doing stuff. Then came the event that changed everything. A couple of months later, I got a full-time job and had to go out of town on a business trip to a popular tourist destination and planned to arrive on a Friday night to enjoy the weekend there. I asked him if he wanted to go and he jumped at the invitation. We arrived mid-afternoon on a Friday and went out for beers and something to eat. By early evening, we were well into the beers and were becoming very physical with each other: arms around the shoulders, hugs, lots of guy kind of touching. But we were feeling very close to each other. It was hot and humid there and we went back to our hotel room where we stripped to our shorts and watched some TV. He told me what a great time he was having and invited me over on to his bed to pray and give thanks for our friendship and brotherhood. We faced each other sitting with legs crossed, holding hands that were resting across our legs. Without even realizing it, I was getting a hard-on. Then I saw that he was getting a hard-on too. He let go of my hands while we were praying and gently moved his hands to gently rub my legs from knee to the edge of my crotch. My cock was hard and steel and throbbing and he gently pulled the top of my shorts down, exposing my raging hard-on. He held it in his large hands and began to stroke it. It felt so good. I slowly leaned back on his bed and uncrossed my legs and put them over his still-crossed legs. Then he leaned over and put his mouth over my cock and gently sucked the length of it. I was in a different and wonderful world! We didn’t see much of the city that weekend. We spent most of the time having sex all over the room and in every possible position. By the time Monday morning rolled around, I had become very comfortable with sliding my cock into another man’s pussy. I was “hooked” being on my back, legs in the air, while he plowed me with his thick 8 ½-inch, cum-filled man meat. Prior to that weekend, I had never thought about having a man’s cock and cum in me. From then on, I thought about it often. I just couldn’t get enough of him cumming in me. I got used to putting a Kleenex tissue in the crack of my ass so his cum wouldn’t leak out of me and show on my jeans or slacks, especially after some of the many fuck-on-the-fly kind of quickies when we didn’t want to wait to get to a truly private place. There were times we were so horny that as soon as we slid our cocks in each other’s hole, two or three pumps and wham! We got in, got off, and got out! Eventually, we became roommate fuck buddies. We still dated and had sex with women. But, we had sex with each other all the time too, sometimes three times a day including the two hour break between out morning and afternoon classes. We looked forward to those times we would leave class, go back to the apartment, fuck for an hour in bed and in the shower, and then go back to class. Our relationship continued into both our marriages, attending the same church, and having kids. Our families were very close. When either of our wives was being bitchy and wouldn’t put out, we always had each other to pump and cum to the rescue. My buddy gave the best head of any man or woman and my tight energetic ass milked his cock like no woman’s pussy. Best of all, we never said that we couldn’t have sex because of a headache, period, or because we “weren’t in the mood.” We always wanted to have sex with each other; it was just that good for us! Through it all, we loved our wives, our children, and each other. If you have comments about my true story send me a note at collegeman31@hotmail.com