Gay Erotic Stories

It was a horrible idea, but one I was committed to. I had to seduce my wife's best friend - Bill. I'm not proud of it, but there it is. My wife, Maryann and I had been having problems throughout our brief marriage and she had moved out to live with another man. Maryann was the first person I'd had sex with if you don't count a teenage mutual masturbation episode with a friend. That time I stopped because I wanted to go farther, but was afraid he'd tell everyone and that I'd lose his respect - and his friendship. I'd had sexual fantasies about males for years. In college, I'd drive to gay bars and drive around the block several times never working up the courage to actually go in. After we were married, I'd still occasionally have homosexual fantasies while having sex with my wife. Since I was "functioning" within a straight marriage, I wasn't looking around at anyone else, until the breakup. Then old demons began to resurface. Bill was an easy target. I knew the darkly handsome 18 year old was probably gay, although Maryann said he wasn't. In fact she thought it would be a good idea if I talked to him. She believed I'd be a good influence since I was creative and intelligent and I was straight. I'd avoided this conversation with him until the break. Then the idea took a whole new turn. Instead of beating 'em, I planned to join 'em. Innocently (hah!) I called Bill's house. His mother answered and I asked for him. We were both interested in old movies, so I invited him to see a double bill of old Busby Berkely films. Since he didn't live far, he walked to my house and we left from there for the movies. Nothing strange happened, even in the darkened movie house. To be sure, there were plently of single males there and even a number of male couples, but I pretended to pay no attention to it. After the movie we had something to eat and then returned to my place. We were sitting on the sofa playing cat-and-mouse when finally Bill told me how much he admired my haircut. The next thing I knew, he was running his hand through my hair and moving in for a kiss. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked "Sure, don't you?" he replied and then there was no stopping us. I don't think I remember a time, either before or since, when my dick was so hard. Hands were everywhere followed by clothing flying everywhere as well. We were embracing chest to chest. His was a vision with fine black hairs swirling from a dense center to his dark pink nipples. Against his pale sking, this was highly erotic to me. My own chest is also hairy and the feeling of his against mine contributed to my "diamond cutter" hardness. After lengthy deep kisses, we decided to move to the bedroom. I could hardly walk with my swollen cock trapped still in my jeans. He led the way and I followed, eyeing his beautifully formed ass. His body was slightly feminine with it's curves, but when he took his jeans off, there was no doubt that Bill was all man. His white cotton briefs could hardly contain his enormous erection. As I started to remove my pants, he said "No, let me." He lowered my jeans and then grasped the elastic waistband of my jockeys. My dick snapped as he lowered the briefs but any pain that might have caused was completely erased by the feel of his warm lips enveloping my hardness. If this guy was having reservations about being gay, his skill was certainly not revealing it. I made him stop so that I could remove his shorts and get at his goods, too. My eyes feasted on ten plus thick inches of manmeat. Perfectly formed, the helmet head throbbed as I took him into my mouth and imitated his actions on my dick. He had me move so that we were sixty-nining in no time. My hands roamed his ass as his caressed mine. I knew with the first taste of his cum that I would never be straight again. Nothing felt more normal than the salty and creamy load he blasted down my throat, warm and wonderful. For myself, I had never had an orgasm as pleasurable since the very first one I had ever had. We kept jerking and sucking until light came in the window. We slept cuddled into each other's body until he got up to go to school. In the end my marriage to Maryann broke up as did her relationship with her new boyfriend. I told her about Bill and I and instead of angering her, it pleased her. It made the end of the marriage MY fault although she had been fooling around on me for over a year before my little encounter with Bill. Later she and Bill became roomates - I was careful not to ask if they had compared details.