Gay Erotic Stories

I was just 21 and a student at Leeds University studying Food Science. I had been working during the summer recess shifting heavy weights so my pecs, abs, lats and arms were just perfect! Travelling home from a visit to Leeds I sat at the back of the bus where seats face each other. The bus chugged along getting closer to my home in Roundhay, a fairly rich suburb near Roundhay Park. As we turned the corner in Oakwood the bus picked up the last passenger before my stop. I was lost in thought but he came and sat opposite me in the bus. He was around 18, solid build, straight thick blond hair and amazing blue eyes. He looked very much like a young blond John Denver. I glanced at him and just thought WOW! Unobtainable! On rare occasions you see a guy that is just PERFECT. He just seems too beautiful to be true. This guy was in a white t-shirt and blue jeans and trainers, standard student gear. But his crotch said that this was no ordinary guy. I felt my own crotch fill and subside. I thought nothing more of it as I was going to be getting off the bus shortly. The bell rang and I got up and left the bus, glancing back over my shoulder to get one last peek at this great looking guy. But where was he? His seat was empty! A few more degrees produced the answer; he had got off at my stop! My heart pounded! He lives near me! I might be able to check him out again sometime. I walked up the road towards my home. I glanced back about halfway up the road, and there he was again! He must live very close to me! I continued to walk up the road occasionally glancing back. Then the thought struck me; perhaps he was following me! This thought really set my heart thumping in my chest and my mouth went dry. As home was in sight now I turned around once more and yes, he was still there. Oh fuck! Could this really be happening? I climbed the stairs in the apartment block and entered my apartment and left the door ajar so that I could see if he was following me up the stairs. He caught my eye as he came up the stairs. Yes this was it. He walked straight into my apartment saying, "Hi. I'm Bobby." In a daze by now, I kissed him and held his hand and led him into the bedroom. My cock was so hard now that it felt as if it might rip through my jeans. Now able to look him full in the eyes and less furtively I could not believe just how good looking this boy-man was. His hair glistened in the shaft of light seeping through the crack in the curtains. I was going for gold, too, as I opened the button at the top of his Levis and reached inside. Oh fuck! His cock was enormous; I gulped in almost horror! Could I even take this guy? I sucked him tentatively and savoured the sweet clean smell of his freshly washed cock and balls. The heavy smell of fresh semen rose from the end of his cock. This guy was HOT! Slowly, while still kissing, we took each other's clothes off. Still in disbelief I licked around his ears and nuzzled his neck. He moaned. Hey I was turning this guy on! My own cock was so hard it literally hurt. I had never felt such a rush before. My breathing turned almost to a pant, my skin dampened by summer heat. I wanted this guy up me badly! This was a time before the shadow of AIDS hit gay sex. I reached across and slipped some lube on my ass and around his massive cock and thought, OK here goes. He was lying back smiling, eager to please. I sat across his legs and lifted myself onto his cock. It wouldn't even go in! Fuck it had to go in! I sat down hard and slowly but surely he went in but fuck the pain was amazing yet almost an aphrodisiac in its intensity. He fucked me slowly at first and then much faster. Always he was smiling, kissing me with his soft, full lips. My heart just kept going faster! This was amazing! I was so high I just never wanted it to stop. I slower stroked my cock, never daring to hold it too hard for fear of exploding my cum in his face. Then his pace quickened, he screwed up his face and gave out a short moan, almost but not quite a cry of pain. Quickly I grabbed my own cock and hammered it hard with my tight fist. I wanted to cum with him deep inside of me. Seconds later I shot my load. It seemed as if I was cumming for hours and emptying my whole body of every last drop of juice onto his smooth hairless chest. He grinned his special grin. "Great!" he said. I pulled up and of his still rock hard cock and out poured the biggest pool of blood I have ever seen! I was shocked! Obviously he was TOO big! But the buzz I was getting from this guy meant that nothing mattered at all. I was far more interested in kissing him some more and licking my juice of his clear, bright skin. We lay in each other’s arms for some time that warm summer’s afternoon, talking. It turned out that Bobby lived just a short distance away from me and definitely wanted to see more of me. Unfortunately, he lived with his older boyfriend but this didn't stop him coming round many more times on his racing bike and sharing many more steamy summer afternoons that summer. I knew that this wouldn't last, that Bobby was not mine, but the sex that we shared that summer was just the most electrifying experience of my life. I'll never forget that summer, Bobby!