Gay Erotic Stories

Jeff fucked me like he owned me. I think that's what made it so intense for me. The way he would push me down into the bed or floor--the way his knees would grind into the backs of my legs sometimes. He never hurt me physically, but the animal-like nature in which he opened me night after night bordered on rape in some sense. When he would pull his swollen, spent, creamy cock out of my ass after cumming--and then grit his teeth and ram it back in for no reason but to make me scream and ache in ecstasy--just to let me know he was always in control. He made me keep quiet when we fucked; in some way that took the filth out of it in his mind. He had the hot girlfriend; he had the 4 x 4 truck. He was the frat guy who worked out each morning at the gym down the street. He didn't fuck his college roommate because he was gay or bisexual--he fucked his college roommate because his college roommate deserved it, begged for it, and needed it. We each had a bedroom upstairs in a townhouse near campus. We had been roommates for about 8 months. Our sexual encounters had started a couple of months into the lease when Jeff caught me jacking off downstairs watching a gay porn flick. He worked dayshift at a hardware store when he was not in class, and I had jerked off to the flick a dozen times before that day. For some reason, Jeff came home midway thru his shift, something he'd never done before. When I heard the key turn the deadbolt, I knew I was busted. Jeff had the only other key, and I couldn't escape being caught. I was completely naked, lying on the living room floor with a stiff greasy cock seconds from exploding, while "The Other Side of Aspen IV" played on the VCR. The big orgy scene was playing, and I punched the remote to turn off the TV when Jeff walked in the door. My heart literally stopped beating: He had caught me. "What the fuck is this shit?" Jeff demanded in his deep country boy voice. His tone seemed more curious than angry. "Fuck man, you having a damn jerk-off session right in the middle of our place or what?" he kept inquiring. I didn't say anything and kind of walked toward the stairs, naked and embarrassed beyond belief. Jeff was wearing tight khaki pants, timberlands, and a gray t-shirt tucked in that was wet with sweat around his neckline and under the arms. "Hold on a damn minute, cocksucker," he said almost laughing. "Don't leave your damn movie down here for all the world to see." It was then that he picked up the box to the flick and saw what I had been watching. He flipped the box over and gazed at it for about 20 seconds before he spoke. "Well, I'll be damned," he said. "What the fuck do we have here? Some kind of gay boy movie?" He then turned toward the television and pressed the power button. The movie was still running in the VCR; I had only enough time to turn the TV off before he walked in. The picture came into focus and the volume was so fucking loud. It hadn't seemed that loud when I was pounding away five minutes earlier. Jeff stood there and watched as the moans and groans from the dozen men filled the speakers of the television. I noticed that he didn't say anything for about two minutes as he watched the tape play. I was on the first stair when he turned around with the strangest grin on his face. Still holding the video box in his left hand, he grabbed his crotch with his right hand and tugged at it. I could see the hardness of his prick forming as he clutched at his cock. "Didn't know I had a cocksucker for a roommate, dude," he said and took a couple steps my way. I still couldn't speak. "Knew I'd seen ya checkin’ me out a few times when I was gettin’ dressed, but never knew you were a fag, dude," he said with a half-cocked grin. Finally I spoke. "Well, secret's out, man. You caught me. If you want me to move out or whatever, just say the word. I don't want any trouble or problems because of this," I told him in a firm but submissive voice. Deep inside, I liked being caught by Jeff. I felt guilty, dirty; yet somehow open and bare at the same time standing there before him. "Move the fuck out? Why would I want you to move the fuck out?" he questioned me, still fondling his dick through his workpants. "I see this working out for both of us--you can be as gay as you want and not have to hide it from me anymore, and you can suck my cock whenever I need it sucked." He was staring in my eyes the entire time he spoke. He was serious. I noticed the flick was still playing in the background--guys shooting their loads everywhere... "Whatever you say, man," I replied. "Whatever you say..." I went to take another step up the stairs when he caught my wrist with the hand that had been on his cock. I turned to face him, and he smiled a half-smile and said, "I think I'd like to see how good a cocksucker you are right now, dude. You think you could show me?" He was still holding me captive by one arm. A million images rushed through my head in the few seconds that passed. If Jeff only knew the quarts of cum that I'd shot thinking about his thick six-inch cock being rammed down my wet throat, he wouldn't be asking if I wanted to suck him off. He had been the object of every jerk off session I'd had the past few months. When he was gone, I would sometimes jerk off on his bed with a pair of his sweaty briefs lying over my face. I'd listen to him fuck his chick in his bedroom and imagine it was me he was filling with his seed instead of her. I'd peek in his room at night when he was sleeping to get a glimpse of his strong legs or hairy chest exposed in the light from his window. Did I think I could show him how good a cocksucker I was? Within another minute, I had walked over to the couch and sat down. Jeff trailed behind me as I went to turn off the TV. "Leave it on," he told me as he unfastened his belt. I watched him pull down his pants a little and reveal his rock hard cock hidden snug behind his white briefs. Jeff's torso and legs were covered in black curly hair. The waistband of his briefs was lined with the 22-year-old's fur, and I wanted to touch it so badly. Jeff was the kid in high school who had hair on his body first, I imagined. He was probably the first to eat a girl's pussy and fuck her long and hard, too. He was nowhere near fat or overweight, but he wasn't lanky and thin like me. He was a corn fed boy from the south who always played football and liked to drink cold beer. He was the most masculine object I had ever encountered. And his cock was a foot away from my mouth...at last. I reached up to take hold of his meat when he pushed my hand away. He then pulled out his thick cock and stepped a little closer to my face. "Open up and say 'ahhh'," he told me, as if to joke a little to break the ice. I stared up at his dark brown eyes and opened my mouth just enough for him to put his cockhead between my inviting lips. He held the base of his dick and guided the head in and out of my mouth a couple times...almost teasing me with the spongy head. I went to reach for his cock again and muttered, "I want it all, man...let me have it all." Jeff pulled his dick out of my mouth--a thin strand of my spit pulled out with it and splashed down on my chin. "You just shut the fuck up and don't say another word," he told me. "You'll have it all soon enough..." That day marked the beginning of our strange and sensual/sexual relationship. Over the next few months leading up to graduation, I sucked Jeff's cock at least 3 times a week. Each time, I never said anything while I worked on his beefy tool. When he would get close to pumping his load, he'd pull out and spray the thick white cream all over my face, neck, shoulders--wherever he wanted it to land. We never talked about our relationship once my cocksucking was done. We exchanged plenty of glances that only we knew what they meant, but we never talked about it: I had become Jeff's cock slave in every sense of the word. I was at his disposal anytime he needed to get off. And I loved it. In late March, Jeff fucked me for the first time. He had come home around 3:00 one morning, drunk off his ass, and came into my room for me to service his dick. I loved to play with him when he was drunk because he would let me do things and say things to him while I sucked and jerked his dick that normally he wouldn't allow. Just prior to going to bed around 2:00 am, I had jerked off while I finger fucked my ass, and I was still feeling very horny when he came in. I had wanted Jeff to open my ass with his thick cock so many times before--but I never mentioned it to him. I believed that he thought my sucking his cock didn't make him gay or bi, but that fucking me would take it too far. This time, I had a plan. Jeff came in the bedroom and lay down on his back. He had already lost his shirt coming up the stairs, so I undid his pants and pulled down his pants and briefs. He was laughing to himself and smiling ear to ear while I undressed him. He loved this shit, and I loved it even more. I had him lying there, naked except for his socks. I climbed over him and straddled his hot body with my ass near his face. He didn't say anything at all. I bent over and went to work on his cock, steady jerking and sucking for a couple of minutes. Like I said, when Jeff was drunk, he didn't mind me talking or moaning or doing whatever while I got him off. The 69 position was a first for us. Taking the chance, I reached behind my ass with my left hand and started feeling my asshole. I brought my finger back up and wet it with my spit and sent it back to explore my hole. I didn't know what Jeff was thinking or doing back there, but he wasn't saying anything. I poked my bird-finger in my ass real far and pulled it out a couple times. In and out, in and out... then I moaned a little and said, "God, that feels so good up my ass..." I brought my hand back around and wet another finger. Reaching back I inserted two fingers up my well lubed ass and kept moaning, "God, Jeff, that feels fuckin' incredible..." I was still jerking Jeff's stiff pole while I moaned and played with my hole. Shit. I was praying it would give him an idea--an idea to fuck me like crazy. Finally, it did. Just as I had given up and brought my left hand back up to roll Jeff's nuts around in my hand, he whispered, "Bet my cock would feel better in your ass than those two fingers." I stopped sucking and looked back at him. That shit-eating grin was all over his face. I approached him cautiously--"You think you can fuck this ass?" He pulled his legs up toward him and nodded like a cocky bastard as if to say, "bend over and bite that pillow, dude." He repositioned himself on the bed as I stood to get a lubed rubber from my nightstand. He was pulling gently on his hard cock as I unwrapped the rubber. I looked in his eyes and began to wrap his tool with the latex. I couldn't believe this was happening. "How do you want it?" he asked me--as if to finally give me some say-so in this sexual frenzy we had built. Before I could answer (I really wanted to sit on his cock and look at his face while he fucked me) he barked back, "Just get on your knees on the floor, bitch, and take it like the horny stray that you are." GOD! I loved the way he said that to me! He didn't seem as drunk as he was when he first came in the room, and I prayed that he would remember how good this was going to be. I got down and assumed the position as he took to his knees behind me... I was about to experience what Jeff's girlfriend had been getting in the room across the hall. If only she could see her jock stud now! I remember closing my eyes and waiting--waiting to feel the bulbous spongy head I'd sucked so many nights invade my tight and hungry hole; waiting to feel the thick mass of cock fill my chute like no guy had done before; waiting to see how Jeff would fuck me to death. The warmth from Jeff's thighs was heating me up from behind. I heard Jeff spit into his hand and heard the squirmy sound of him stroking his cock. I didn't look back. I just waited. Then it happened. Jeff pressed his shaft right into me; a good 3 or 4 inches rammed straight in. Right when he broke through, I pushed out as hard as I could and gritted my teeth with the worst statement on my face possible. GOD: I felt like someone had shot me. My chest muscles tensed up and wouldn't relax--my neck was tight from the strain...I felt him pull back after resting inside me a couple seconds. He didn't say anything--and he pressed forward again, over and over, breaking me in like I was his bitch. My ass got adjusted to his pole in no time, and I was throwing my head back and moaning real quietly as he thrust in and out, in and out. I finally felt Jeff's beefy hands grab onto the sides of my ass. He put a lot of pressure in his grip and then really started hammering it home. My cock was streaming pre-cum and I was bouncing forward and backward with every jet packed thrust Jeff gave me. I was clawing into the carpet and praying that this feeling would never leave me... Out of nowhere, Jeff starts talking down to me, in this demanding, almost condescending voice... "How does it feel, boy? How do you like that cock? What you thought it would be? Huh? Huh? How's it feel to be fucked like a fuckin’ dog, like a fuckin’ bitch in heat? You like to be fucked by a real man, is that it? Huh? You know you've been fucked when I finish with you, believe that..." I couldn't stand it anymore. I put all my weight on my left arm and hand and reached back with my right to jerk my throbbing bone. I hadn't stroked five times when I blasted the most intense load of jizz all over the carpet. I felt surge after surge of cum run up through my vein and pump from my cockhead... In the next 10 seconds, Jeff started barking that he was going to cum inside me. He got real furious with his thrusts and finally pushed real deep inside of me and let got real still. In a split second, he pulled back out a little and started erupting. His hands were squeezing at my flesh as he gyrated and quivered while he dumped his sperm deep in my gaping ass. He kept thrusting the entire time, and my dick was already beginning to stiffen again... When he was done pumping me full of his seed, Jeff let out an exhausted, "Ahhh, fuck dude...Ahhhh, fuck...that was hot as fuck!" I lay with my elbows down on the floor as he stood up, the condom almost falling off of his dick from the weight of his cumload filling its tip. My chest brushed against the pile of spunk I had dropped on the floor. I gave in and just laid down, my stomach flat against the carpet and cream. Jeff began to walk out of the room toward the bathroom and turned back to ridicule me: "Didn't that feel better than those two skinny fingers?" I looked up at him, but he'd already walked away. He let out a loud "Whew!! Fuck yeah!" as he walked into the bathroom--like he'd won a ball game or something. I was lost in the sheer ecstasy of what had just happened--as Jeff turned on the shower to rid himself of our hot encounter. We fucked ten or so times before graduation from college, and every time was just as intense as the first. Jeff liked to fuck me rough, and I loved it. The last time we fucked, Jeff did me missionary style and I got to watch his expressions as he talked to me like a dirty dog who deserved nothing better than a hot cock pounding deep inside me 'round the clock. I never said a word while he used me for his fuck toy. He wanted it that way, and I liked it. I miss sucking and fucking with Jeff. I've had plenty of encounters since Jeff, but none quite as deep and mysterious. We lost contact a couple of years back, but I would love to meet up with him at some random hotel and relive one of our nights all over again... Sure hope that happens!