Gay Erotic Stories

I swear on my mother, this story is true. Last year when I was a sophomore in college, I was stuck for three hours in a class about the history of cinema, stuck sitting behind the hottest guy in the whole fucking school. Week after week, I watched him in the dim lights as the light from the films flickered across his smooth, dark face and it made me so fucking horny that I had hard-ons through half the class. His name was Chris, but that's not the point. This story is not about some fantasy encounter with him. It takes me to the streets of West Hollywood, a place I had only driven through before. A place I drove to that night because Chris made me so fucking horny I couldn't stand it any more. And I wasn't out or anything. I'd never even been with a guy. My school is forty minutes from the city so by the time I got there is was almost midnight. I had no idea where to go. No idea where to park. So as soon as the gay section started, I stopped. I was right on Santa Monica Boulevard next to a gay porn theater showing some military shit. I'm not into that uniform stuff... if you are, right on. Whatever. Even though it's not my thing, I was thinking about going in. There were a few guys standing around but nobody too cool looking. Until I got up closer, I didn't see him. He was inside the theater lobby chatting it up with some older guy. Fuck he was hot. He was older than me, maybe 25. He was in black jeans and a black t-shirt, boots, I guess. He had light skin and beautiful dirty blonde hair that was short, but long enough to where he had to brush it out of his face when he talked. And a silver necklace. I didn't know what cruising was at the time. And I definitely didn't know that this was THE place for cruising. I was going to go in but making eye contact with him made me stop. I turned away and walked toward the corner, every muscle shaking, both from being in such a new and scary place and from seeing a really hot guy there and not wanting to freak out. Which I guess I'd just done. I turned the corner and leaned against the wall, figuring I'd light up and try to at least look cool. I watched the traffic for a minute before lighting my cigarette. And then my boy came quickly around the corner. He saw me right there and stopped. I figured later that he was looking for me and was surprised to see me right there. He smiled/laughed and said, "Hi. What's up?" "Hey." I must have sounded like a dork because I was nervous as hell. He came over and stood close. "You're cute." "Thanks." I'm sure I turned red. "You a top?" I had NO fucking clue what he meant. "What?" He smiled, shook his head and looked me in the eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?" 10 minutes later we were at his apartment. He didn't say much, which sucked because he had such a sexy voice. He pushed his way through a curtain into his bedroom and stripped off his t-shirt. His body was fucking awesome. His chest was chiseled and smooth and tan and perfect and his nipples were already hard. His silver necklace looked so good on his bare neck. I still think about it when I jerk off. He turned to me and said, "Come here." I did and he grabbed my 32" waist. His hands moved up and he took mine off too. Without waiting, he bent down and started sucking on my nipples, his tongue expertly touching, then biting, then sucking, then licking. God I was so hard. His left hand massaged my tight ass as his right pulled me into his mouth. My dick pushed out of the waist of my boxer-briefs. I moaned loudly and pulled away. My nipples are sensitive. That encouraged him and he licked harder and wetter. I could feel a touch of cold as my pre-cum soaked through my underwear and into my jeans. He started rubbing my cock through my jeans and it felt so fucking amazing. I didn't know what to do, so I just started feeling him. I had never felt the skin of another guy like that before. I felt his back and his chest and his nipples and his legs and the back of his neck. "Fuck, you're cute," he said. "You're amazing," I said and I started undoing his belt. He let his hands hang loosely at his side while I worked. It took me awhile because I had never done a belt backwards before. He was mostly hard by the time his dick was free of his black jeans. His briefs were wet too. I pulled his dick out. It was so beautiful and BIG! It was thicker than mine and a little longer too. I shoved it into my mouth immediately. He probably figured I'd never done it because he pulled back a couple times and said, "Let me show you." He pulled my rock-hard dick out of my jeans and my underwear. He spit into his hand and looked at me. He smiled as he massaged the spit into the head of my penis with his palm up and down and it made me freak. The pleasure shot through me like adrenaline. He knew it would do that. Then he looked at my cock and took it into his mouth all the way until I could feel it at the back of his throat. I moaned again and grabbed the back of his head. He moved his tongue around the base of my shaft with the whole thing in his mouth and I couldn't stop shuddering. And he was really into it. He sucked my cock for about ten minutes and let me try again. "Better," he said. Then, "Good." Then, "Yeah. Fuck, yeah." And his hands were on the back of my head and he tasted so good. Sweet and salty and he had a smell that I'd never smelled before. That sex smell I came to know. He laid down on the bed after I sucked his cock for a while and pulled out the lube. (Which I'd never seen before.) He pulled his legs back and rubbed the lube into his asshole with two fingers. It was really hot. He beckoned me over and I kneeled in the position. He grabbed my cock with his lubed-up hand and got me ready with condom and lube. He pulled me down on top of him and kissed me for the first time. His tongue was sweet and warm and it made me melt. I never wanted the kiss to be over. As we fought with our tongues feverishly (my high school girlfriends always said I was an amazing kisser), he maneuvered my dick at the entrance to his ass. And I slid in. I didn't even realize I was doing it; he did it all. Of course, the feeling of your dick sliding into some hot guy's asshole is an unmistakable and wonderful sensation, and it took me by surprise. He groaned as I slid in and out of him. As I figured out a rhythm, he began working his dick, which was still rock-hard. I fucked him for about twenty minutes on his back, on his side, and on his stomach. He yelled to stop and I did, thinking I was doing something wrong. Instead, he turned over, grabbed my arm, and came, shooting his load all over his stomach and chest, some drops landing on the tip of his chin. He sat up, ripped off my condom and started jerking me off with his lubed hand. He squeezed hard and I lost it. I shot onto his chest and shoulders, a line dripping down his back. He smiled at me again as he wiped himself off. I tried fumbling with some words of goodbye, but mostly just quickly put my clothes back on. Before I had my shirt back on though, he came over and kissed me again, his tongue finding mine. "Later." You know how sometimes when people say things you can hear it in your head for a while after they said it, exactly as they said it, same pitch, same volume, same inflection? I can still hear the sexy way he said that. "Later."