Gay Erotic Stories

I'd like to dedicate this to my new friend Raymond, for encouraging me to write this story and to William for letting me write this account of him honestly and frankly. … His name is William. From the instant we met back in October 2001 we became best friends. Countless evenings we went to movies, cooked each other dinner, bowled, and did whatever else best friends do. It wasn't until mid-January 2002 when things began to change. We were at my place this time, and it was my turn to cook. William was cutting up veggies for the salad while I stood, idly stirring the sauce for the spaghetti. As I stirred, I stood there thinking… "What's up?" William asked as he casually glanced at me. I returned his gaze. God, he is beautiful. Slightly taller than me at 6ft even, thick wavy hair that is salt/peppered. He has the most beautiful hazel eyes I have ever seen. Although he has no beard or mustache, there is a hint of stubble on his jaw line and chin that I find absolutely erotic. "Nothing, Will," I responded. "Talk to me, Richard. What's wrong?" I looked at him directly and decided to boldly proceed with what was on my mind. "William, do you ever get tired of sleeping alone?" I asked. "Yes," he answered without much hesitation. The volume in his voice dropped. "It does get old." I took the ladle out of the sauce and laid it on the nearby rest. I stepped over to stand directly in front of him and put my hands on his shoulders. "Stay with me tonight, William. Sleep next to me." I paused briefly to catch any flicker of shock, but he did not offer any resistance to this suggestion, so I plowed ahead, "This is not a cheap come-on. I'm not asking for sex. I'm simply asking that you to sleep next to me tonight." William opened his mouth to speak, paused, licked his lips, and answered softly, "I'd like that very much, Richard." And so, we prepared our dinner, ate it, cleaned up, and watched some TV together. All the while, we laughed and talked as we always had. When 10 p.m. approached, I offered William clean shorts and a t-shirt if he wished to shower. He accepted. After he was done, I showered as well and both of us climbed into bed. "I sleep on my side," William said suddenly. "That's ok," I responded. He rolled over on his side, facing away from me. Propping myself up on my elbow I asked him, "May I spoon?" I wasn't sure how he would respond to this. Keep in mind, although we are both gay, our relationship has never been sexual, save for an occasional kiss. I was most delighted to hear "Please," as his answer. So, I arranged the pillows to support my head and shoulders and I spooned up behind him. I slid my arm under his arm and around his lower chest. Pressing up against him, I could feel him breathe and feel his warmth. It was heaven. We lay there for quite some time without speaking. I was so incredibly comfortable I never wanted to move. Before long, by the sounds of his breathing, I could tell that William had drifted off to sleep. I'm not sure what came over me, but I could not resist the temptation…the NEED to touch him intimately. Slowly, I moved my hand down, over his chest, his stomach, down, down, until I gently stroked his manhood through those borrowed shorts. He was hard. God was he hard! Suddenly, William's hand touched mine and he whispered, "Richard…" Embarrassed, I pulled my hand away. I untangled my arm and rolled onto my back. William rolled over and faced me. His next question was one that I will never forget: "Richard, do you want to really connect with me?" Now, I know what you are thinking, and I thought the same thing. But I knew William well enough to know that he meant "spiritually" connect. I managed to choke out a "Yes." The rustling of blankets told me that William was removing his shorts. Then, without hesitation, he pulled back the blankets and removed mine, as well. Before I could do or say anything, he straddled me, bent down, and kissed me softly on the lips. My hands immediately went to his face, touching that beautiful stubble. I pulled him down again and we kissed deeply. As we kissed, I used my hands to feel his strong shoulders, his back, and his sides. He scooted up, so that he was almost sitting on my belly and leaned forward to kiss me again. As he leaned forward, I ran my hands over his butt, feeling his strong muscles there. I trailed a finger down his crack, past his hole, and softly, I stroked his balls from behind. "Oh, yes…there," William said when I gently rubbed that area between his sack and his hole. Still straddling me and kissing me passionately, I gently probed his ass with my finger. William gasped and I could feel his cock jerk against me. "Am I hurting you?" I whispered between kisses. "No. Lord, no. Do that again," was his answer. And so, I complied, stroking his hole, probing him, as he sat straddling me, kissing my face, my neck, and my throat. After a bit of this, he pulled back, smiled, and lifted his body to scoot down. He kept moving down. "Where are you going?" I asked, seeing his mischievous smile. "You know what's coming next, don't you?" he teased. "No, what?" I asked. I was truly clueless. Moving further down, he took his hand and grasped my cock firmly. As soon as he lowered his mouth onto me, I knew. I felt his warm, wet tongue survey every inch of me and I almost fainted from the sheer pleasure of it. As William took me into his mouth, he fondled my balls gently. I could not help but thrust up as he tongued that special spot on the underside. "William, baby, you better slow down…" I hissed. Thankfully, he did. Moving further down, he kissed the insides of my thighs, the insides of me knees, and sucked and nipped on my calves. His touch was so incredibly intense. Then, William returned to my cock, taking it once again into his mouth, leaving it very wet and hard. He moved up again, and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste my own pre-cum on his lips. That alone was enough to make me tremble with want. It was then I felt him there, positioning his body over me as he straddled me. He looked me right in the eye and said, "I want to sit on you." Wordlessly, I reached down and held my hard cock as he lowered himself down on me. God, he was so unpredictable; a total delight, a pleasant, breathless surprise. "I need to take this slow," he whispered. "Take your time, baby," I answered. I felt my cock press against him. I felt him steadily pushing down on me; felt him slowly opening to me. Suddenly, I felt myself push inside. William grunted, and sat down on me, impaling himself on my hard cock. He was panting heavily, his eyes closed tightly, as he sat on me letting his body adjust. I reached up and smoothed over his chest with my palm. I gently pinched his nipples and pulled him down for a kiss. As we kissed, I could feel myself pull slightly out of him. When we broke the kiss, he sat up, and I felt myself move deeper inside, yet. Then, slowly, he began to ride me. His body gripped me so tightly I begged myself not to cum too soon. I watched the intense concentration on his face, the way his muscles across his abdomen tightened, the way his hands held me as he steadied himself. I reached out to him, grasped his cock and slowly jacked him while he rode me. He was bucking erotically, as if in slow motion. As I rhythmically stroked his cock, his breathing became harder and louder. In a choked gasp, I heard him whisper, "Richard, yes, that's it…" Then, for what seemed like several minutes, the only sound in the room was our harsh breathing and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Suddenly, William stopped, and tensed up. "Oh, shit, yes!" William shouted as he began to cum in my hand. As he came, I could feel his body spasm around me, gripping me tighter yet. I began to thrust my hips up, pushing myself deep into him. "Richard, please. Cum deep inside me…do it now. Do it," he urged. I gripped his thighs and pushed up hard again and again, and again…until I came with such intensity that my entire body trembled. My orgasm lasted and lasted as I pulled him down on me hard. I felt as if my entire soul was emptying into this beautiful man's body. "Oh, God, William. You stay right here, do you hear me?" I managed to ask, nearly begging. William leaned down, once again, and kissed me. Gently, I pulled out. I beckoned him to rest his head on my chest, which was heaving and sweaty. I could feel him relax against me. I wrapped my arms tightly around as he lay there. Finally, I truly felt that connection he spoke of. I smiled, because I felt as if I had discovered something new and beautiful. I was discovering this man, who had been right there in front of me all of these months. I was beginning to finally see all of him, know all of him. And what a wonderful discovery it was. Motn007@yahoo.com