Gay Erotic Stories

Let me start by explaining some things and telling a little about me. I’m a university student. I’m not very good at it, but with several breaks here and there, I have made it so far. With all of the breaks I’ve taken away from school, I’m a few years older than many of the students in my position. I’m not old, just not as young as some of the hot guys in my classes. I’m 23 and still taking lower-division courses. One day, this gorgeous guy sat next to me in one of my classes, and I had a hard time concentrating for the rest of the class. The teacher of the class knew me from a previous class, and he had commented about seeing me again on the first day of class. Consequently, this guy had sat next to me hoping to arrange a study partnership since he wanted to study with someone that was familiar with what the teacher would expect on tests and papers. Well, I jumped at the opportunity when he introduced himself after class and asked me if I was interested in studying with him. He told me his name was Tom, and I told him mine, Ty. I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to look into his beautiful blue eyes in the privacy of my own apartment. Granted, I’d have to keep my hands to myself most of the time, but I’d take any chance I could to casually bump into him too. Tom’s place wasn’t great for studying, and I lived alone. So, it made sense to study at my place. We made a regular thing of it—every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon right after class. We quickly became best friends, and started spending more time together just to hang out. However, he worked every Friday and Saturday evening, and he made comments about how that ruined his dating life. I never thought anything about it. It just left me alone on those nights because I was not willing to admit I was gay, and I had no interest in dating any of the girls I knew. Well, we eventually found a two-bedroom apartment and began rooming together when he got sick of his roommates. I needed to save money, and he seemed like someone I could deal with. I just had to be extra careful about keeping my gay porn and kinky outfits hidden. I spent a lot of time chatting online because I was able to be gay there. My birthday was coming up on a Friday in a few weeks, and he told me that he was going to throw the party. I questioned him about having to work, but he said that he got another one of the guys to cover for him. That seemed strange to me because he had never gotten a Friday night off since I met him. But, I just figured that he was a good friend, and I felt honored. He wouldn’t tell me what was going on at the party, but he said that he knew I was going to love it. Backing up, Tom had the body I had always wanted—perfectly fit. He wasn’t a huge muscle guy, but there was no fat on him. He worked out a lot, and I started going with him. He helped me—kind of my personal trainer in exchange for helping him ace the class we had together. I very much appreciated the help. I had known nothing, and so my preferences in what to wear were while working out were heavily influenced by his own tastes. Around the apartment, he often went without a shirt, and he wore a lot of basketball shorts. When it was colder, he wore the breakaway pants for basketball over his shorts and a T-shirt. While working out, he would normally wear about the same thing, but with spandex underneath the baggy shorts. Back to the birthday—the only thing he told me was what to wear so that I would be able to participate. He said there would be some work out involved. So, I needed my basketball pants, spandex, and a T-shirt. Well, the night finally came. We got ready and got in his car. He then said that I needed to wear a blind fold to help with the surprise. I usually get a little car sick when I can’t see the road, but I was excited enough to not even get sick. When Tom stopped the car and shut off the engine, I could hear him getting stuff out of the trunk before he came around and opened my door and escorted me inside still blindfolded. I could hear lots of people near by, but they weren’t right by me. Not long after we walked inside, Tom stopped and pulled my hands behind me. Quickly, he cuffed them together and pulled off my blindfold. There I was standing in front of a group of a bunch of hot guys in a dressing room. I was cuffed to a pole that was on a platform with locking wheels. They could move me around, but I really couldn’t go anywhere without their help. I looked over at Tom, and he had the biggest smile I have ever seen on his beautiful face. He came over to me and ran his hands through my hair. I was a bit nervous, and he explained that I was going to have fun. He tried to calm me down as he talked and played with my hair. It helped a little, but I was still nervous. Then, I heard an announcer over a loud system, and the people I could hear in the background quieted down just a little. He introduced Bradley, and the crowd cheered as he said, “Here’s Bad Brad!” One of the guys in the room got a smile on his face, winked at me and ran out of the room. After he left, Tom, wheeled me over towards the opening Bradley had run through. The music started again, and Bradley started to move around on a stage. As I suspected, I was at a strip bar, and these guys in the back room were strippers. I stood there watching as Bradley removed his shirt and then his pants to be left dancing around the stage in a very skimpy bikini. As the music stopped, he ran back to where I was, out of the view of the audience. It hadn’t taken long for my dick to get hard, and I was loving this experience, despite the slight discomfort of having my hands cuffed behind my back. When Bradley got over to me, the MC began talking again. He got the crowd involved in some games keeping them busy and getting them excited for the next dancer. Tom then rolled me over near a platform and Bradley followed smiling the whole way. Bradley got up on the platform and when Tom said, “OK,” Bradley ripped off that tiny little bikini and right there in my face was Bradley’s semi-hard cock. Tom said, “Ty, that dance got him excited. This horny guy needs to be relieved. Suck his dick and drink your first taste of cum.” Then, he added, “other than your own,” and winked at me. I was in shock, and Tom reached over and with the help of a knife ripped my shirt and removed it. At that, Bradley said, “OK, Ty, suck it. We haven’t got all night, and you’re going to love it.” And, he started rubbing it in my face. I knew at that point, that I was pretty much stuck. Since I had always wanted to do this, I just wanted to enjoy the moment. As I put my mouth around that beautiful stick, I couldn’t believe this was happening. There I was surrounded by fifteen hunks as they watched me suck the dick of a stripper god. They cheered me on as I got used to the feeling and Bradley relieved his cum. The taste was similar to my own, but I was surprised that it was a bit different. When he got done, he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and wiped up the cum on my face. Then, he stuck his fingers in my mouth so I could get the cum I had missed. By this time, Travis had just left, and I was returned to my position so that I could watch him undress. The same scenario happened afterwards, except this time I was familiar with the routine. This time, Tom reached over and ripped off my pants—much easier with the breakaway sweats. After I had finished swallowing Travis’s cum, I was wheeled back over to watch Jason strip. By the time Jason got in the back, I was getting more comfortable with my position as the relief man. However, I still wanted to hurry so I could watch Troy perform. I was disappointed when Tom didn’t remove my spandex. I figured that was all the farther he was going to take me. However, I wanted to get down to my thong underneath them. I had worn my favorite shiny purple one that night. So, before I started to suck Troy’s dick, I asked him if he would reach down and remove my spandex. He was happy to help. As I was left there in my thong, the guys cheered and several made comments about pushing me onto the stage. Well, this went on for a while. I sucked each of their dicks after they got done on the stage. I thought they were done, but the MC started announcing another stripper for the finale. After the comments earlier, I started to get nervous. Were they going to have me strip next? But, then the MC yelled, “Take ’em off Tommy!” And, my roommate ran out on the stage. The guys laughed as they watched my expression, and then they moved me over so I could watch my best friend strip for a bunch of cheering fags. All this time, I never knew that my roommate was a stripper. Not only was he a stripper, but he was the finale. No wonder, he had been able to afford rent only working a couple hours twice a week. When Tom was done, he was wearing a purple thong just like the one I was wearing. Tom came back to me and said, “Now you know what I do at night. However, you’re not going to suck me here. I get to finally relieve you this time.” With that, he leaned down, pulled of my thong and engulfed my cock with his beautiful mouth. I was in heaven. I never thought it would feel this good, and I had high expectations. On the way home, Tom explained that he had sneaked a peak at my computer one day when I forgot to activate the password, and he found out my secret chat name that I used when I was playing gay on the internet. With that, he had chatted with me one night from the other room. I told him my fantasy of sucking the dicks of lots of guys. He figured that he could arrange that with the guys from work. Then, I remembered that part of the fantasy I had told that unknown guy ended with him fucking me back at home. The night ended just the way I had wanted. The feeling of his dick in my ass is something I will never forget.