Gay Erotic Stories

I love living in residence. I have my own single room which I can retreat to anytime I want, while still having the option to join the rest of the floor in the lounge or kitchen. And of course, I love the common bathroom--one for all the girls, and one for all the boys. I love walking into the washroom, and hearing the water running in the shower. I know that on the other side of that thin little curtain is a pulsating, hard naked body. Marc lives a couple of rooms down from me. He is an absolute stud, definitely the best looking guy on the floor. With dark hair, green eyes, and a hard white football-playing body, I always wish that it is him on the other side of the wet shower curtain. Anyways, we had one class together. We didn't sit beside each other or anything, but I always looked for him. He had one of those faces that you just had to look for, because it was just too damn handsome to be missed. One day, in the lounge, I was talking to Marc about our common class. I offered my help in writing the upcoming report. He accepted. We decided to get together in my room that night, and start the paper a week before it was due. After an hour of serious work, I offered Marc one of his favorite beers from my well-stocked fridge. Over the next hour, while we watched TV, I slowly gave him one after another. After his fifth beer, he left to go to the washroom. I took this opportunity to mix some sleeping pills inside his open beer. And I waited for him to come back. After he slugged back the drugged beer, and a couple more, I waited for the pills to take results. He got up to go to the washroom, and after several moments I grabbed my Polaroid and followed him. I quietly looked the washroom door from the inside, and snuck up behind his studly form in front of the toilet. With a swift swing, I gently knocked his head against the wall, and let him collapse in my arms. With the help of the alcohol, the drugs, and a little bang, he was all mine. I dragged him over to the bathtub, and began to undress his body. First I took off his shirt, caressing his smooth and hard chest, down to his pants. I unbuckled them, and ripped both the pants and the underwear off at once. His cock lay still, semi-hard and cut, resting on two beautiful pale tennis-size balls. With a moan of pleasure, I slid into the tub with him, and devouring his crotch with my mouth. I licked and sucked his cock to its full eight inches, while slowly working my index finger into his tight virgin hole. Although asleep, Marc had no trouble getting aroused. Before I knew it, I could feel his hands on my head, guiding his cock into my throat. I looked up in surprise, but smiled as I could see that he was still in dreamworld, enjoying himself. Finally, I managed to work my entire index finger into his ass. Without warning he exploded into my mouth, as some drizzled out onto his balls. His body tense and rigid slowly began to relax, as I sucked the last bit of cum out of his softening cock. He looked so cute, so unaware, lying naked in that tub. I stood, hard and horny, and began to strip off my clothes. I looked in the mirror, and caressed by muscular bear-type body, running my hands down to my hard cut cock, stroking it to its full mass. Gently, I lifted Marc's legs up, and slipped in front of his ass. Slowly and steadily, I placed my cockhead at his hole, and gently pushed in. After several slow attempts, I managed to get my cock's head inside. He was so tight and warm, that I couldn't resist. With all my strength I shoved my seven inches deep into his gut, shuddering in joy as I watched his sleeping face scrunch in discomfort. I slowly rocked in and out, swimming in a sea of pleasure, as I watched his expression slowly turn again to pleasure, and his cock stir once again. With his feet over my shoulders, I used one hand to steady myself while fucking him, and the other to grasp his hard cock and jerk it into a frenzy. I quickly grabbed my forgotten camera from the floor, and took several shots of his hard cock bouncing while my cock rammed deep into his ass. Without the aid of my hand, he started to cum, and I recorded this on camera, switching from his orgasmatic face to his exploding cock. His body tightened again as he cummed, and my dick could not take his ass clenching around my swollen cock. I exploded deep into his ass, and collapsed onto his hard body. After several minutes, I cleaned up my stuff, grabbed my camera and pics, and got ready to leave the room. I turned the shower on, made sure the drain wasn't clogged, and left the room. Smiling, I rehearsed what I would say when Marc came to me. "You left to go to the washroom, and never returned. A little later I heard some water running, and I figured you decided to quit studying and take a shower. So I went to bed." And, with his pictures as a satisfying memory, I can think back and remember how it felt to fuck such a gorgeous stud, so helpless and vulnerable. I'll remember that I explored every part of his body, and violated him to extreme pleasure. And most of all, I'll remember that I am the reason he can't sit comfortably--that as I watch him squirm, I know what he can't remember. I fucked him raw.