Gay Erotic Stories

Continuing the story, I guess I should name myself as Rob Welde , and in part 1 you met my roommate Brett Klasco. Well, after that magical night, I woke up before him, and looked to my left, and couldn't believe a guy as hot as he was, was actually in my bed. To this day, I hadn't let another man enter my hole. I wanted the first to be special, and he really was special to me. I looked at his beautiful face, and I ran my fingers through his hair, and watched him sleep. I wanted to enjoy this moment for a long time, but the clock showed that it was 7:00 am. He didn't have work till 9, and usually took his time to get up. I got dressed and ready. As I was about to leave, I saw he was still sleeping like a log, and I kissed him on the cheek, and left. While I drove to work, went to work, drove back at 5 PM , I didn't know what to do. I really did love him a lot. I didn't know whether he loved me, or I was just a one - night stand. I had to confront him, because either way we were roommates. By the time I arrived home, I knew what to do. He would be home in around an hour or two, so I shaved, took a shower, cleaned myself up well, put on more casual, but nice, clothing. I made his favorite food. I took out a bottle of champagne, then realizing neither of us really liked to drink, so I went with some cider, instead. I set two places on the deck table. I even lit two candles, and played some soft music. I finished, and I closed the doors to the deck and waited for him. At around 6:30, he came in. He looked around for me, and I shouted to him from the deck. "I thought we could eat out here tonight." "Let me wash up first." I waited a few minutes, my heart racing. Then, he opened the doors and came out. He looked great in an olive green suit; his hair was great; he was wearing nice shoes and a nice belt, and a nice tie, all three being black and matching his silky black hair. He smiled a little smile, and then sat down across from me. As we started dinner, we talked and had a nice time together. Different topics, sports, work, friends, and other topics, but I waited to confront him. He didn't eat much, neither did I. I offered him a mint, of course, knowing what I wanted. I told him to sit, I threw the dishes in the sink, quickly. He was gazing at the stars, we continued talking, and I knew it was time. "Don't the stars look great in the dark sky?" "Yes, they look great" I nodded my head. "But not as great as you." He sort of smiled and sort of blushed, not seeming to notice what I just said. "You enjoy dinner?" "Yes, it was great. You knew it was my favorite." "Of course." I didn't know what to do. You know, there was something I wanted to tell you." "What is it?" It was the moment. He looked at the sky some more, and I lightly put my hand onto his. He didn't take much notice, but I tightened my grip as I wrapped his hand with mine. He slowly looked over at me now, directly staring right into my face with an "I-don't-have-any-idea-what's-going-on" look on his face. "Brett, well, what I wanted to tell you was that..." He suddenly took my other hand and wrapped it with his own. "I love you, Brett." I waited for his reaction. In a few seconds, I was scared he would let go and leave or something, but instead, he tightened his grip, and smiled. "The truth is, I love you , too. I didn't know how to tell you, didn't know if I would tell you , even." I didn't say anything. I only smiled. I heard the music more , now . I got up, and so did he. I took my arms, and wrapped them around his neck and shoulder, and we danced, our bodies close together. I could feel his chest against mine. As we danced to the music for a while (We were about the same good height), I kissed him, passionately, for what seemed like forever. We were in each other's arms for almost another hour. I loved being right there, in his arms, in love with him. He came from the back and rubbed his chest against my back. He rubbed my shoulders. We still had our bodies together, and then I felt something. It was his cock, getting hard. I felt it rub against my ass, and felt pleasure. I , too, started getting hard. He kissed my neck, with a deep, wet kiss. My hands explored from behind, his chest, and down to his cock, bulging through his pants. I turned around, and took his hands in mine, and we went inside. We both got on the couch, I was on op, and we kissed, and touched every part of each other's body. We moaned a bit in pleasure. I took off his belt in one quick movement, and he was almost able to do the same. He took off his jacket and shirt and tie. I went to get some oil, and took a tiny bit and rubbed it, sensually, in small strokes, across his pecs and muscles. He then turned around and did his back, and he shined now when I looked at him. He then pulled off my shirt, and took off his and my shoes. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and quickly pulled them off. I looked at him, sitting there in a pair of boxer shorts. I knew he was rock hard at that point, and started rubbing his cock, pulling off his boxers. I kissed him slowly, and he pull off my pants and underwear. I was going to suck his cock, but then he told me to lie down, as he slowly moved his warm mouth over my cock. I moaned as he gave me a great blow job. He used his tongue, and swirled it around my head, giving me intense pleasure, and quickened my breathing. I ran my fingers through his hair, as he increased his pace just a bit, every few minutes. Every time, I felt more and more intense pleasure through my body. He came to his Grande finale, as he began rapid pace, up and down, up and down faster and faster. I held tightly onto his head, and then, the force came, my eyes rolled back , and I shot, stream after stream, feeling like an open fire hydrant. I took a deep breath. He licked up every last bit of cum. He collapsed on op of me, and I gave him a deep kiss. We just held each other in our arms. Then he told me, "I've never had my ass fucked before." "Are you serious? There must of been guys all over you." "I am serious. I never let another guy go that far. I had some fun with a couple of guys, but I pondered letting them do me, and realized I was just some cheap fun to them, and it wasn't worth the risk." "To tell you the truth, last night was my first time I let a guy do that, too." "Shit! No wonder it was so hard! I guess you had similar reasons. Anyway , I wanted to get some, but with a guy I could trust." "Brett, it's time to de-virginize you, with a guy who loves you and you can trust." "I want you to be my first." He took the first move. He got down on his hands and knees on the bed. I didn't want to hurt him as much as possible (like it hurt me last night), so I got some stuff to help (I should've asked that same thing last night, but I indeed did feel pleasure after the pain passed by). I used my fingers at first, and then some lube. He moaned in pleasure and pain, but after I was fully in, and made a few moves back and forth, he moaned in pleasure. After slowly fucking his hole a few minutes, he told me it felt great, and he was glad I was the first one to do this to him. I then laid down on my back, taking him on top of me, as now he started up and down my cock, I felt pleasure, and so did he. Finally, after that, we both stood up, and I went in for the final moments, as I quickened my pace, we were both breathing really fast, and I felt an intense orgasm, and I grunted, again filling his hole with my cum. We again collapsed, and he kissed me, and said "Thank You." I serviced him the same way after that, and we were both drained of cum. We were both tired. Brett collapsed onto the bed.I quickly shut everything off. I got into bed, and he wrapped his arms around me. I wanted to say something to him, but he started talking first. "I just want you to know, how much I really love you, and you are the only guy I want to be with." "I feel the same way about you." I kissed him, and we feel asleep. The next morning, I came into work. A co-worker and close friend, Kathy, could tell I was in a good mood. I had told almost everyone level-headed about my orientation, and everyone didn't mind, some asked that I don't really show affection around them, and I was OK with that, I didn't want to make them uncomfortable. So I told her about Brett, and gave her a summary of what had happened (and no, not every detail!) She found it nice I was in love. I remained in a good mood the rest of the day, knowing I was going home to someone I loved, and that loved me. Read part 3 of this series for the grand finale!