Gay Erotic Stories

"Quick! It's a cheat!" I saw the ball pass Rob and Mark’s block and dove for it. I managed to catch it on my outstretched wrists and whacked it back infield. Ronald made sure that it cleared the net and we were safe for the next rally. Another Friday night volleyball match and we were in for another beating: Our opponents were much better. Even though we weren't such bad players, we were definitely out of their league. The guys on the other side were young and very well drilled. I had seen them play before and on our previous encounters we had lost too. But still I enjoyed playing them, for they looked hot. I am very much interested in seeing guys in sports outfits and they were definitely ranked in the top three in our league. It sometimes had cost me my concentration and, inevitably, our team valuable points if I was in the process of checking out our opponents' physiques. But hey, it was Friday night, so I had a right to enjoy myself. I am 19 years old. I have played volleyball from a very early age and I can say that my skills aren't bad, but I'm not ready for the World League just yet. I joined this team just last season; we are playing second division, which isn't bad. I am the youngest player, but also the tallest and also the only one who is gay. I never had sex with a guy before, but definitely wanted to. My teammates didn't know I was gay and I kept it like that. I had checked them out and they all looked fine and I certainly had trouble maintaining my cock during showering. I wanted something to happen though: I had fantasies enough but none of them came true. Yet. As expected, we were quickly defeated. I wasn't even tired. We huddled together for one final team cheer, and then went to the net to congratulate our opponents. After that we left the court. I picked up my sports bag, when suddenly a voice behind me said, "Good game, mate." I looked around. One of our opponents, a tall, dark lad spoke to me. I laughed. "We were slaughtered! We played terribly! But thanks for the lesson anyway." He looked at me. I felt a bit giddy. He really was good-looking. He was a bit smaller than me, nice brown eyes (which darted over me, I noticed); cute young face and wore his red and blue kit. "Don't you remember me? I was in your store last week. You helped me find a particular book?" I looked at him: he did look familiar. Then the coin dropped. "You were looking for some travel guides of New Zealand! That's right. I remember now. I could have told you more, for I have been there once." The guy's eyes lit up. "Really? Then we must talk. Do you want to come upstairs to the canteen? You must tell me about your experiences." I nodded OK. I grabbed my bag and said, "I'm going upstairs now. I'll see you when you have showered.” "Oh that's OK. I'll come up now. I'll buy you a beer.” To that I didn't say no. His name was Will and he was 24. He bought two bottles of beer and we settled in a corner of the big canteen, which was half full. We toasted and drank from our bottles, still dressed in our volleyball kits. He sat across from me and I had a good view on him. He was damn cute! From his tousled black hair to his boyish voice, he was definitely nice. He had leaned forward and his head rested on his hands, which he had folded in his neck. He had spread his legs a bit, so I quickly checked out if I could see anything in his blue shorts. I had trouble staying on the subject of New Zealand. After a while I had noticed him stealing glances too. I sat in his full view, also open-legged, so he could see me in my full glory in my white kit. Suddenly he leaned forward. He looked really intensely in my eyes, then asked, "May I ask you one more important question?" "Sure,” I said, a bit startled. He suddenly put a hand on my bare knee, looked me straight in the eyes and asked, "Do you wear underwear under your shorts?" The following seconds seemed to be taking forever. I couldn't answer. My heart was involved in a mad horserace with my stomach. Then his hand moved up my thigh, touching the leg of my shorts. I looked at his face, which was focused on my crotch. I suddenly saw and felt movement between my legs. Soft twitches made the shiny fabric of my shorts ripple. Then Will’s hand covered it. I let out a deep sigh when he felt me up. I broke the spell, looked up and saw people around me. They didn't notice a thing. Before I could speak to Will, he said, "Do you want me to do something about that?" He leaned back and saw my half-erection tenting up my shorts. I felt like I had a fever. I saw a wry smile on his face. So, here and now. But where? A million thoughts raced in my mind. But suddenly I had it: I wasn't going to let this volleyball stud get away. "We can use the refs’ showers if you like. Nobody uses them.” "Then let's go,” he said. He finished off his beer and jumped up. The ref's dressing rooms are right at the back of the locker rooms and, as I said, were hardly used. I had grabbed my clothes out of my team's dressing room and led Will down the hall. Usually the ref-room is open and you can lock them from the inside, which is what we did. The room had a small bench and also a massage table in there, as it doubled up as a massage room. Will pushed the table against the wall, then turned towards me. He smiled when he saw that I still had half an erection. "I asked you a question, but I'm sure you provided the answer already,” he said. "True. I never wear underwear under my shorts. I like it best like that,” I said. I stood now right in front of him. Eyes locked, then lips locked. We kissed softly. Immediately I felt his hands on my back and I followed suit. I touched his shoulders, went to his back and then his buns. I cupped them through his shorts. Our kisses speeded up, intermingled with soft moans and grunts and quicker movements of our hands. I felt suddenly how his dick hardened against my upper leg. I broke the kiss, now I wanted to see him. His boner bulged up his shorts. He saw me looking, then whispered, "Grab it." I touched his cock first, then untied the shorts and pushed them down. Covered in a big bush of pubic hair, his half-hard cock jumped out. I went down on my knees. Gently I opened his shoes, he shook them off and then I dragged his shorts completely down. I took his penis and uncovered the glans. I had no experience whatsoever, but I knew what I needed and wanted to do. In one move I took the glans of his 6-incher in. I sucked hard. Will shuddered and groaned hard. I let go of the glans and licked along the shaft. My heart was still racing, but now out of excitement. I was sucking my first guy! And I loved it! The taste was a bit strong in the beginning, but the whole situation got me so incredibly horny, I didn't notice after a while. I felt my shorts, in which now my cock raged hard. Will withdrew his cock out of my mouth. It stood like a flagpole, pointing up with a deep red glans as the flag. He smiled. "Easy, partner! If you keep this up, I'll cum within seconds and I still want to have a bit of fun first.” He made me get up and indicated that he wanted me to lie down on the table. It was fairly small. I did what he said. While I was lying there with an enormous tent in my shorts, he took off his shirt and socks, making him totally naked. Then he stood at the foot end and removed my trainers and socks. He looked at me and got up on the table too. He turned half way around on hands and knees so that he was facing my dick and I was facing his. His balls hung right in front of me and I saw his firm buttocks rise above. Will started to lick my cock through my shorts. I couldn't see, but he took the whole of my shaft in his mouth. Being sucked in my shorts is my biggest fantasy. I closed my eyes and enjoyed! Then Will untied my volleyball shorts and grabbed my cock out. I felt how he licked my penis first, then took it fully in his mouth. His tongue darted around the shaft, hard left and right. I moaned and held his thighs firmly. I didn't hold out for long: in one flash I felt it cumming. I shot my load deep in the back of his throat. He didn't make a sound as he duly swallowed my load. I shuddered when I felt how Will sucked my balls dry. I panted still when Will turned around and his hard cock now almost slapped me in the face. I grabbed it and wanted to take it to my mouth, but Will retreated. He slid off the table. I got up too. "Whoa, that was incredible," I said. Will then took my legs and took them to the side. I sat now on the table. Then he grabbed my shorts and almost tore them off my legs. He grabbed my legs and spread them wide, moving his thighs between them. I lay down, knowing what was coming. Will felt the inside of my thighs, my still wet cock, then pushed my shirt up my belly. He felt my stomach and chest, rubbed softly my hard nipples. Then one hand disappeared between my legs and a finger found its way up my ass. I tensed up at first, but I slowly relaxed to the rhythm of the finger. Then Will retreated, bent over and spat in my crack. Again, he grabbed my legs as the finger distributed the fluid in my hole. He put them above his broad shoulders as I saw his weapon ready to enter me. He took it easy at first, but I flinched when I felt the glans break my assring. Softly he pushed on. I'm uneasy at first, but Will whispered, "Relax, baby. Don't fight it; feel it.” I saw his face, torn between lust and caring. But lust wins in the end as his shaft goes all the way in to the hilt. I felt his pubic hair and balls against my butt. He started to move his thighs and the slow rhythm of his hard cock in me burned my insides. Will kneaded my nipples, which are rock hard. We groaned in rhythm, which had slowly accelerated. After a short while Will retreated and pulled his cock out of me. The emptiness was almost painful. He stood over me while slowly masturbating his pounding cock. Then it came: in short, flashing bursts he shot his cum over my chest and crotch. His sperm dripped from my balls and pubic hair. Will moaned loudly while he supported himself on my chest while he pushed the final drops of sperm on my body. Then I got up. I could hardly stand after my first fuck, but I managed to get my shirt off, cross the small room and go into the one-man shower, where I turned on the water. Will grinned as he saw me growing hard again. He grabbed his sports bag and took a bottle of shower gel out. When he joined me, he had twisted the top open and squeezed some of the gel on his body. I immediately started to distribute the stuff over his hot body. Will’s chest disappeared in the foam. He put some of the gel on my shoulders and back and he rubbed me too. Soon we kissed again and our hands explored our bodies. The heat rose; so did our cocks. I went down on my knees again and I took his hardness in my mouth again. This time I sucked him all the way. Will tousled my hair and pushed his cock almost in my throat. I learned from the way he sucked me and, to my delight, I managed to make him cum. Now I finally tasted his load: it was delicious! I swallowed his cum greedily. My cock ached and was ready for action again. Will smiled and asked, "You wanna fuck me, buddy?" He needn't have asked; my cock almost grew an inch! He turned around and spread his legs. Took my boner and led it gently to his waiting manhole. It looked like a little star. I pushed my cock up towards him, grabbed his shoulders, let out a big sigh and gently pushed. It was like my cock got stuck in a bank screw. At first it hurt a bit, then I felt how his muscles slowly relaxed and let me in. I slid my cock in. Now the feeling made me giddy. I slowly pumped his ass. Will had pushed his ass a bit backward and it was almost as if he was fucking me. The warmth and the smell of Will’s beautiful body overwhelmed me and I felt myself getting close to the edge again. I went a speed higher as I came in his ass. I almost shouted out of excitement. I was more tired now than after the match. The return promised to be a more even affair!