Gay Erotic Stories

I still remember the first time I saw Troy. I was at our collegiate play rehearsal and I had noticed him in the audience. I wasn't really sure why he was there but I was glad he was. Troy was about three years younger than me but I knew of him because we had a mutual girlfriend. I was presently dating Julie, but Troy had dated her before. Julie had told me once of what a "horn dog" he was. I always enjoyed the stories she would tell about how Troy would always want it from her. Troy was a very beautiful young guy. He had soft wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and a creamy complexion. I can't really remember now how we ever became friends, but some how we did. We became very close friends. Which was strange because he was a football jock and I was in the band. Before I knew it, we were going out every weekend. Sometimes taking girls out and getting laid. Once we even switched partners. It kinda turned me on to know that Troy had just been with the girl I was now with. Over the next few years, Troy would show signs that he wanted me, but I would blow it off. I just figured all jocks were like that. For instance, one night I was on the phone with some chick, and he got on top of me and started acting like he was fucking me, and he told me to hurry up and get off the phone. And one night while we were with two girls, he kept leaving his girl to come over to see what me and my chick was doing. We were close friends and becoming closer. And I began to want him more and more. But the big clincher was about to come. The weekend was coming and we were talking about what we wanted to do. Troy said he was tired of doing the same old thing and why didn't we just stay home, get drunk, and do something crazy. Well, I didn't question him. I felt like this was reality slapping me in the face. As the weekend came, I got more and more excited. I was hoping this would be the night. So, Troy came over, we got drunk in my bedroom and it all started. At first, he got real playful and started mooning me. I was satisfied so far. And then he found some porno magazines underneath my bed. The next thing I know he tells me that he is going to whack off. My dick almost broke through my pants. This is what I had been waiting for. I could see his dick getting hard through his shorts. I got up my nerve and reached down to grab it. I gave it a little pull and said. "Need some help". He didn't say anything. He just got up and dropped his shorts. My God. I was trembling. His body was so beautiful, and his dick was just like I had imagined. It was about 6 inches long and his balls hung very nice. He only had a small patch of pubs over his dick and his balls were smooth. I couldn't wait any longer. I laid down beside him and took his dick in my mouth. I caressed it like it was a baby. My own dick was trembling and leaking pre-cum everywhere. After a few minutes, he grabbed me up and kissed my mouth with so much passion, I fell in his arms and just held him. He laid me on my back and took my 6 incher in his mouth. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. I had received a few blow jobs before from girls but this was the best ever. I came in seconds. He swallowed all of my cum that he could and licked the rest of it off my stomach. He told me that he needed to cum. So, I told him to do what he wanted. He hesitated at first and then turned me around so that my ass faced him. He began to passionately lick my ass and crack. My dick started to bulge again. Then I felt him pressing the head of his dick against my crack. I relaxed and let him slide in. I honestly thought I was dreaming. I had wanted Troy inside me for so long. After a few minutes of making love to my ass, he came furiously. I was hoping my parents wouldn't hear. I fell on the floor with Troy on top of me. He whispered in my ear that he loved me and that I was his best friend. I almost cried. We slept naked with each other the rest of the night. A few days later, Troy told me that his mom was moving to a state that was twelve hours away. He told me that he had wanted me for a long time and that he had to have me before he left. He kissed me on the lips and said that he would miss me. We still see each other about once a year. He is engaged and I'm married now. We have never discussed what happened, but when I look in his eyes, I can tell he will always love me.