Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter One – Catching Up You could have knocked me down with a feather. Standing there, just across the bar from me, was a real ‘blast from the past’. I stood and looked, my eyes drinking in the sight. He was tall, a blond with wide shoulders and the sort of chest you only get from serious exercise during your developing years, and I should know: I’d watched him doing that exercise during those years. His name was Dave, and we’d been on the swim team together in high school. Back then I was still well and truly in the closet. At a Catholic boys school you didn’t get a choice, but I had ogled him and dreamed of him, fantasized about him during my lonely nights with one hand on my cock and the other pinching my nipples. At that age I wasn’t even convinced I was gay, but I knew that I wanted Dave’s body pressed against my own, wanted to hold him and play with his cock, wanted to kiss him and just be near him. But a fantasy was all it was, and I rarely even spoke to him, let alone suggest that we get together. Then high school finished and we went our separate ways. I went to university, and discovered that there were other men like me. I learned the joys of sex, and received an education in how to give and receive pleasure. During and after my time at Uni, I had many partners, and a few who became boyfriends, relationships that lasted anywhere from a week to four months, but I had not yet found my Mr. Right, and I had forgotten all about my high school fantasy man. Until now. Five years later, and there he was, standing in a gay bar, larger than life and even better looking than I remembered. I made my way over to him, excitement and nervousness growing with each step. “Dave? Dave Mitchell?” I asked expectantly as I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and looked at me, his face blank at first, then a growing recognition spread across his features. I could almost see his memory churning, as he smiled a huge grin. “Mike? Mike Trenton! Incredible! I’m so sorry; I just didn’t expect to see you here. How are you?” “Great!” I laughed. “I know this sounds like a really corny thing to say, but what are you doing in a place like this?” He laughed with me. “Just having a drink before heading to a restaurant across the street. And I could ask you the same thing?” “Nothing so noble. I’m here for the ‘usual’, a bit of a drink, a bit of a dance, and with any luck I’ll go home with the love of my life, whom I haven’t met yet!” Dave smiled again, a look of surprised mirth on his face. “It’s been so long,” he said. “Yep. Five years since we finished school. Do you, er, come here often?” We both laughed at the line, and he answered, “No, you?” I grimaced. “More often than I’d like, but you know what they say: ‘love won’t come knocking at your door, you’ve got to get out there and look for it’.” He laughed then, a genuine, friendly mirth. “I have trouble imagining that you’d find it difficult to meet the right man. You look great – always did! I wish I’d known at school that you were gay. I always admired you, you know.” My heart leapt. “I felt the same way about you! Don’t you just hate it that we wasted so many opportunities because we were too scared to say what we really felt?” “Yeah,” he said slowly, and I could see him remembering the times at school, just as I was. I drew a long breath, and steeled myself as I made up my mind to take that step I never could at school. He was so beautiful, and after all this time I didn’t want to let him get away again. But I never got the chance. Just as I was about to ask him for a date, a heavy set guy came up and elbowed his way between us. “What’s this?” asked the larger man, suspicion in his voice, his eyes flashing daggers at me. “Gerry – this is an old school mate of mine – Mike Trenton. Mike, this is my partner, Gerry,” said Dave quickly. Almost too quickly, like he was trying to show that there was nothing more than a casual meeting between us. “Hello,” said Gerry, shaking my hand. “Hi,” I replied, looking hard at him, and feeling my excitement wither. “So, how long have you two been together?” I asked, trying to make conversation, and keep the disappointment from my voice. “About six months,” Dave replied, slipping his arm around Gerry’s waist. We continued chatting for about 15 minutes, reliving schoolboy jokes, and musing over past feelings that were hidden at school. The whole time, I had the feeling that if Gerry could have made me disappear with his eyes, that I would have been gone in an instant. Finally, he broke into our conversation again. “Come on Dave, we have to go or we’ll lose our table.” “Okay,” replied my old friend. “Nice to see you again, Mike.” “Yeah, same here. Take care,” I said as they turned and left. As I watched them walk away, I feasted my eyes on Dave’s gorgeous arse, and wished once again that things had been different all those years ago, that we had been able to tell each other how we felt, or that I had met him sooner, before he and Gerry became a couple. Two hours later I had all but forgotten about Dave. At least that was what I told myself as I downed yet another drink. I could feel the effect of the alcohol and decided it was about time I called it a night, when I felt a hand on my arse. I turned quickly, to find a good-looking guy, dark haired and tanned skin, smiling broadly at me. I must have looked shocked, because he moved his hand away, and spoke quietly. “Hi, sorry if I was out of place, but I’ve been admiring your butt, and the rest of you, for a while, and just had to cop a feel,” he said. I laughed then. “Well, you’re honest enough, that’s for sure, and straight to the point too!” “I’ve been trying to catch your eye for a while, but you seem to be distracted,” he said, almost accusingly. I blushed. “I’m sorry, I guess I had something else on my mind. I’m Mike,” I said, holding out my hand. “Dennis,” he replied, taking my hand in his and shaking firmly. I took the chance to examine him more closely. He was certainly a handsome man, obviously fit, and well built as well. Not really the sort of guy I would usually take to, but he was impossible to ignore standing right there in front of me, almost against me. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, but I shook my head. “Thanks, anyway, but I think I’ve had enough for one night. I was just about to head home.” “Well then, how about a coffee? I make a mean cappuccino, and my flat is just around the corner,” he said, adding softly, “and I’m sure I can take your mind off whatever is bothering you.” As he did, he ran his finger slowly down the front of my shirt and onto my jeans, lingering as he pressed against the bulge of my groin. “You ARE straight to the point, aren’t you?” I grinned. “Okay, you’re on, mate. Lead the way.” We left the bar arm in arm, and within minutes we were at his home. The moment we stepped inside the door, he threw both arms around me, spun me to face himself, and planted a kiss on my mouth. I figured the coffee was forgotten as he practically carried me to his bedroom, as we remained locked at the lips. The energy and enthusiasm he displayed was contagious, and I quickly felt myself becoming aroused. He was certainly a handsome man, and my natural urges kicked in quickly. We rolled around on his bed, quickly shedding our clothes and groping, squeezing and kissing at each other with a growing fervour. I tried to work my mouth down across his stomach, but he lifted my head away and rolled us both over so that he was lying between my legs, his arms under and around my thighs. He lowered his mouth over my raging erection, and as the warm wetness of his throat enveloped me, I moaned with pleasure, my fingers going to my chest where I played with my own nipples while he sucked and slurped his way down the length of my cock. I lay back in blissful enjoyment of his attentions as his talented lips stroked my raging hard-on, his mouth coating my rod with the warm moisture of his saliva. I began to buck my hips upwards, into his soft wet gullet, as he dived down again and again onto my cock. After a few thrusts, he lifted his face away and smiled at me, a lusty grin. “Oh yeah, man,” he hissed. “I’m gonna ride that monster good!” With that, he knelt up quickly and climbed over me, straddling my body and sitting his bum down on my pelvis. Leaning forward, staring into my eyes the whole time with an eager smile, he reached back and grabbed hold of my shaft, guiding me towards himself as he lifted slightly and positioned his hole over my rampant tool. The head of my cock made contact with the soft hot flesh of his arsehole, and slowly but steadily he lowered himself onto me. I felt the soft tissue of his bud yield to my hardness, felt the muscles of his sphincter surrender as my cockhead forced its way into his body, and then the creeping bliss of his heated wet cavern accepting the invasion of my throbbing meat. Finally, his butt cheeks were resting on my thighs, my prong buried completely within him as we sighed together with the first waves of excited passion rolling through us. I began to jab upwards, to force my tool deeper into him and thrust at the soft squelching heat of his body. As I did, I reached for his nipples with my free hands, but he brushed me away quickly. His own hands fell to his groin, one lifting and squeezing at his balls, the fingers sliding back to surround my shaft as it pistoned in and out of his hole, the other hand gripping tightly around his own cock as he started to lift and drop in a steady and increasing rhythm, fucking himself on my upturned weapon. Meeting his passion with my own, I thrust up into him, arched my back and pounded my aching cock into his willing hole as he gripped and relaxed around me. He did as he had promised – he rode me like a bucking bull, rocking against me, lifting and dropping, using the weight of his body to drive my cock deeper and deeper into himself as I thumped myself against his butt. The sensations enveloping my cock were fantastic, but I somehow yearned for more. There was no other contact between us than the penetration of his body by my prong and the weight of his arse on my thighs. My hands rested on my chest, and my fingers found and began playing with my own nipples as my eyes closed and I tried to make the most of the rollicking fuck we were sharing. My mind wandered even as we were joined like this. The physical sensations were incredible, yet I felt as though climax was a long way from me. I usually preferred to bottom, so maybe it was being the ‘fucker’ rather than the ‘fuckee’ that was my problem? But no, I was enjoying this immensely. Then why couldn’t I just let go and really get into this coupling? Maybe, it’s the alcohol I’ve had, I told myself. I tried to block the thoughts from my mind, and concentrate on the purely physical pleasures emanating from my cock, and the tingling of my fingers playing with my tits. I became aware that his grunting and moaning had taken on a new timbre, a greater urgency, and I opened my eyes, to see him literally bouncing up and down on me now, his eyes closed and his face contorted as his hand flailed in a blur at his erection. Suddenly, and without warning, he dropped hard against me, impaled himself on my dong, clenched his hole tightly around my shaft and gasped. His cock exploded, shooting wads of cum up and out, splattering my chest and stomach with his cream as he twitched in climactic release. For several minutes he continued to be rocked by spasms as my throbbing prick was buried deep inside him and his nuts emptied their juices onto my body. Finally, the heaving slowed, and he opened his eyes, looking at me with a satisfied smile as his frame slumped down in exhausted completion. He lifted himself off me, grinning, and knelt beside me on the bed. “Thank you!” he said breathlessly as I lay there, my cock slimed but unfulfilled and throbbing with need. I reached for myself, my right hand closing around my own shaft and my left pinching hard at my tit as I began to jerk off. “Can I help?” he asked quietly. “Finger my arse!” I hissed at him as I began to masturbate, my eyes closing and my face contorting. I felt his hand at my butt, felt the tentative intrusion of his finger into my puckering sphincter, and I pounded my cock with my fist in a fury of need. My mind went blank as I felt the urges boiling up within me, and then the blessed eruption of release as my cock exploded, wads of cum flying up into the air and crashing down again, joining the lake of ejaculate he had already deposited on my abdomen. As my orgasm faded, my hand trailed in the sticky ooze, which had collected on my skin, mixing our joint emissions together. I smiled at him, and took his hand, leading it to the collection of cream, but he pulled away again. “Sorry, man, but I can’t …” was all he could say. Ten minutes later he was wiping me clean with a towel, looking tenderly into my face as he did. I could feel a genuine enjoyment and real sense of satisfaction in him, and I felt gratified by the physical release I had experienced, but somehow not fulfilled. “You were incredible!” he said softly, leaning down to place a tender kiss on my lips. “Thanks,” I responded, “you were great too.” “My name’s Dennis,” he said simply, looking me in the eye. I was surprised at the tone in his voice. “I knew that,” I said, confused. “You told me at the bar.” “Well, it’s just that when you were cumming, you called out ‘Dave’ a couple of times.” I turned bright red, felt the heat rushing to my face. I was so embarrassed. “Hey, I’m really sorry, Dennis,” I said, sincerely. I could have crawled under a rock and hid at that moment. “Hey, it’s no big deal,” he reassured me. “Hard to remember a name so quickly.” We lay side by side for a long while, quiet and just touching against each other. I don’t know what he was thinking, but my mind was racing. Why had I called out Dave’s name during sex with someone else? Why didn’t I remember it? What was Dave doing now, I wondered? It occurred to me that I was being totally unfair to both Dennis and Dave, and to myself. I raised up on one elbow, and trailed my hand across his chest slowly, making him smile, and sigh happily. “It’s getting late,” I said slowly. “I should head home. Thank you for a wonderful evening.” Dennis opened his eyes and looked at me. There was a yearning in his voice as he said, “You’re welcome to stay the night…?” “Thanks, but no. I think I should really get back to my own place.” A sense of guilt began to gnaw at me. “Would you like my number? Maybe we can get together again some time?” I asked him, trying to sound like I wanted it. A resigned grimace was on his face now. “No, that’s okay,” he said softly. “Thank you for tonight, and I hope Dave realises what he’s missing!” I blushed again, but couldn’t find any words. I dressed quickly, taking his hand as I made to leave. “Thank you again, Dennis, really,” I said, and walked away. Was it possible to feel any worse than I did right now? I doubted it. To be continued…. Comments, complaints or compliments? Email me at iainlthr@hotmail.com