Gay Erotic Stories

My First Time PART I I’ll never forget the first time I had sex with a guy. Actually it was six guys, one after another- six hot college studs who stole my virginity when I was only 18. I grew up in a small town in NJ in a conservative environment. I knew I loved guys the first time I saw a half-naked athlete in one of my older brother Mike’s sports magazines. When I learned how to masturbate at age 13 I would spend lots of time in the bathroom drooling over those magazines, pulling on my dick as I looked at all the hunky football and basketball players. I always managed to get the magazines back into Mike’s room without him noticing. I was a good looking kid: lean but muscular, completely smooth, boyish but with a mansized dick. I had a full head of blond hair and baby-blue eyes, a real All-American “boy-next-door” type. My older brother Mike was quite a good looking kid as well. He was three years older than me and played football. He was way more muscular than me, and more than a few times I caught a glimpse of him changing in his room. I was in awe of his hard developed chest, beautiful tight ass, and big muscular thighs. I used to spend time in his room chatting with him after he got home from football practice. I looked forward to the moment when he would strip out of his gear, all the way down to his tight jockstrap. The mesh pouch of his strap was always packed and bulging. I think he knew it turned me on to look, but he didn’t seem to care. He was proud of his hot body and used to strut around his room in front of me. He’d look over and catch me practically drooling at him and he’d smile and say “Don’t worry, champ, when you get to be my age you’ll look like this too.” I would turn bright red with embarrassment but Mike never made fun of me. He knew I liked guys but he was cool about it. One time when I thought no one was home I snuck into Mike’s room. I had to check out one of his jockstraps. I fished around in his laundry basket and found a strap he had worn in a football game the day before. It was dry but used, and when I put the pouch to my nose I inhaled the most delicious odor of musky man-smell. I started frantically beating off and just as I was cumming the door opened and in walked Mike. It was too late for me to stop, but I was panic-stricken. Mike just smiled, quietly closed the door, and walked over to me. He put his hand on my shoulder as I pumped out the last load of cum, moaning in ecstacy, my nose buried in his jockstrap. When I was done I looked up at him and started to apologize, but Mike just said “Shhh...” He asked “Feel better now?” And I knew it was O.K. as I nodded my head. Nothing more was said. I got up to go to my room and Mike picked up the jockstrap and handed it to me and said “You can keep it stud. Have fun, just don’t tell anyone about what you like.” I was thrilled. Here was my big studly brother giving me his jockstrap and telling me it was no big deal. It was a silent agreement between the two of us that I was grateful for. After that afternoon I would come home from school and find another jockstrap under my bed, the one Mike had worn in the game the day before. He kept me supplied with his hot jockstraps until the day he went off to college. When I was sixteen Mike had been at college for two years. He called me from school one day and said he wanted me to come out and visit him at school for the weekend. He said he had a lot of fun planned for me. I was excited- I had never flown before and I was anxious to get away from my parents for awhile. My folks gave me some money and told me to have fun and that Friday afternoon I was on a plane for Chicago where Mike’s college was. When I got off the plane I was a little nervous. I had never traveled before, and I was in a big city for the first time. I scanned the airport arrivals lounge, looking for the tall, built guy that was my older brother. No Mike. I sat down and waited, nervous about being alone in an airport. I was reading a magazine when I heard a deep voice call my name. I looked up and saw standing before me a big guy, about 6’2, 200 lbs. He had a light brown buzz-cut, deep-set dark eyes, and he was built like a tank. “Are you Tommy?” the guy asked me. “Yeah...” I stammered. I couldn’t keep my eyes from running up and down the length of his body. He was wearing a shiny white mesh “cutoff” football jersey, cropped right above his tight abs, a pair of thin cotton grey practice shorts (which were very short) and a pair of Nike running shoes. His muscles bulged every where, and I could see a bronzed, sculpted chest through the mesh of his sexy cutoff jersey. His tanned tight abs strained above the waistband of his skimpy shorts, and a huge bulge strained against the fabric at his crotch. He had gorgeous muscular legs, with huge thighs. “My name is Dirk, your brother Mike sent me to pick you up” he announced in his deep manly voice. I was chicken-shit nervous as I reached up and shook his big hand. I could barely look him in the eye and was scared I was popping a boner right in front of him. He was very friendly and didn’t seem to notice my fear as he picked up my suitcase and threw it over his solid shoulder. As I followed him out of the terminal I was practically panting as I checked out Dirk tight ass, the muscles of his beautiful butt contracting under the thin cotton of his shorts as he walked ahead of me. We got in Dirk’s jeep. I sat up front with him and continued to check him out, loving the way his gorgeous legs flexed as he worked the pedals, legs spread wide, crotch bulging. This man was a god, and I had never seen anyone like him in person. Dirk kept the conversation going, asking me about school, my life, etc.. I just answered “yes” or “no” and let him do most of the talking. He had a pair of Rayban sunglasses on and the setting sun reflected off his bronzed body as we drove along the highway towards the school. I was excited to be sitting next to this sexy man who seemed to be so interested in me. After about a half-hour of chatting I learned this much about Dirk: he was a Senior, 22, played football for the school, was dating a cheerleader (whom he planned to marry after they graduated), liked to water-ski and hike in the summertime, and was studying finance. As he chatted away I kept trying to imagine what a thrill it would be to see this man strutting around the locker room after a game, wearing a jockstrap, showering...I tried to calm myself down because I didn’t want to pop a boner in front of him. I was wearing a pair of loose jeans and I’m sure he would’ve noticed if I made a tent-pole in them. Suddenly we were pulling off the highway. “This isn’t the school, is it?” I asked. Dirk laughed “No man it’s about another half hour away. I thought you might wanna have a beer with me before we get there.” “Sure” I stammered, happy to so well-liked by this stud. Dirk pulled into a side street and after a few turns I noticed we were pulling into a motel parking lot. Before I could say anything Dirk read my mind. “I know you’re underage, man, so we can’t go into a bar. I thought we’d get some suds and hang out in a room for awhile”. I gulped but didn’t say anything. I waited in Dirk’s jeep while he went into the motel office. A scruffy man behind the counter seemed to know Dirk, and I saw him smile and look out at me over Dirk’s shoulder. Dirk came out with a key and a six-pack in a brown bag. He walked like a big stud oughtta walk- strong, confident strides, his muscular legs contracting and bulging, the package in his crotch swinging up and down a little as he came back to the jeep. “OK buddy, we got room 25” he announced as I scrambled out of the jeep. I stood behind Dirk as he fiddled with the key in the door, his big strong back straining through the shiny fabric of his nylon jersey, just inches from my face. The door swung open and soon we were in the dark motel room, the only sound the hum of an air-conditioner. Dirk turned on some lights and popped open two beers and handed me one. “Welcome to Chicago” he smiled as he gulped some of the beer. I drank some of mine and sat on the edge of the bed, nervous but excited. After a few more minutes of small talk Dirk walked over to where I was sitting on the bed. Without saying a word he suddenly reached up with both hands and stripped his jersey off, revealing a beautifully sculpted, bronzed torso. Every sinew and muscle was flexing as he rolled up the jersey and tossed it on the bed behind me. “Your brother Mike told me what you like, Tommy” Dirk said to me in a sexy low voice. He was staring right into my eyes. He went on “When I was your age I was into the same thing, and I want you to have a good time. So just relax and let’s have some fun, OK?” I popped a boner immediately and nodded my head. “I..I’ve never done this before” I murmered. “I don’t know what to do..” Dirk laughed and said “We’ll figure something out.” He pulled me up to my feet, put his hand on the back of my head, and pulled my face to his chest, which I instantly started to lick and suck. Dirk moaned softly as I licked at his salty skin, tasting his hard nipples, kissing his strong pecs. Soon I had my mouth planted on Dirk’s, our tongues meeting, as we both softly moaned. He had his hands on my jeans and when he unbuttoned them and let them drop my hard boner popped out and I rubbed it against Dirk’s hard crotch. Before I knew it Dirk had me completely naked and I was tongue bathing his entire body. I got on my knees and slid his skimpy shorts to his ankles. He was wearing a jockstrap and I buried my nose under the mesh pouch, inhaling the delicious odor. “Yeah buddy...” I heard dirk moan. “Sniff that good man-scent, Tommy...” Soon we were on the bed, me on top of Dirk’s hot naked body. He told me too explore every inch of his body, and I did. All the places I had dreamed about while masturbating alone I was finally able to discover: I sniffed and licked Dirk’s armpits, sucked on his strong bull-neck, sucked his big biceps as he flexed them for me, licked my way down to his hard stomach, and finally started working on his massive, hard dick. Dirk taught me how to relax my throat so I could take his cock deep. He loved it. It seemed the deeper I took him the more pleasure he had. “Oh Tommy, yeah baby, that’s so good” Dirk moaned as he bobbed my head up and down on his dick. I tasted his musky balls, and even got my nose and tongue into his sweet crack. Dirk loved every minute of it. I humped Dirk’s massive leg as I sucked. After a while Dirk told me he was close to coming. He asked me if I wanted to taste his load and I moaned in excitement. I sucked him deep, in long, slow strokes, holding his balls in my hand. Soon his legs start to quiver and Dirk yelled “Buddy! Yes! Take it!” I gently squeezed his balls and felt a huge spurt of hot cum shoot down my throat. Without missing a beat I swallowed and waited for the next shot, milking his balls gently as he unloaded. I counted eight hard spurts as Dirk moaned and whined, pumping his cock into my throat with each load. I almost choked on all the hot, thick jizm, but I managed to take it all without losing a drop. It was salty and thick, but the fact that I was taking this man’s load down my throat turned me on. Soon I was cumming too, my legs wrapped around Dirk’s thigh, my cock pumping against his muscled quadriceps. I pulled my mouth of his cock and he sat up and pulled my mouth to his, tonguing me as I moaned and came, shooting a big load all over Dirk’s leg and stomach. We collapsed on the bed in sweaty exhaustion, me in Dirk’s giant arms. I had my face near his armpit and could smell the delicious odor- a mixture of fresh sweat and deodorant. When I woke up Dirk was getting dressed. He looked at me with a big grin and said “Good job buddy! Did you have fun?” I got up and started getting dressed and thanked him for my first time. He flashed me a sexy smile, and sat next to me on the bed, taking my face in his hands and kissing me tenderly on the lips. “Buddy, I got a lot more to show you. And I’ve got some friends that want to have some fun with you too. I promise this weekend will change your life.” Dirk said. I knew it was a promise he was going to keep. We got dressed and got back in the jeep and headed for the college. I couldn’t wait to see what was in store for me. TO BE CONTINUED IN PART II