Gay Erotic Stories

***The following is a work of fiction*** I was a little depressed after breaking up with my boyfriend, Jonny. We had been together all through college, and upon graduation decided to buy a pricey, two-story house. We had barely lived there 3 months when I came home to find Jonny FUCKING A WOMAN IN OUR BED!! I heard him say something about "exploring another side of my sexuality" before I threw them both out on their ears. I was devastated at first, but then I got myself together and burned the sheets (no amount of detergent could get rid of the seafood smell), and I felt a little better. I threw myself into my work. I figured it would distract me, as well as help me make the mortgage payments until I could figure something else out. Little did I know I had another, more pleasant distraction in store for me. Over the next couple of weeks I was vaguely aware of somebody moving into the house next door, but all I saw were the moving men. Hunky though some of them were, I wanted to meet the residents. I saw some workout equipment going in, and hoped it was a family with some hot teenage sons, but then, I thought, that would be too much to hope for. I filed it away and continued on my daily routine. One Friday, I awoke to the sound of splashing in the swimming pool next door. Parting my blinds, I looked through sleepy eyes in time to see Zachery Ty Bryan standing on the edge of the diving board in a pair of tiny black Speedos! Could I still be asleep? No, it was true! The man I had watched grow up on TV, The boy who was responsible for most of my sexual fantasies around the time I was discovering I was gay was moving in next door to me! As he climbed out of the pool, the water rolled off his body and followed the happy trail down into the waistband of his Speedos which held every gay boy's treasure. As a result, I got the most painful stiffie in recent memory. Was that the head of his dick poking out? He spread a towel out and lay facedown on it, slipping his trunks off over his magnificent ass. This was too much for me. I started massaging my cock furiously and shot all over the carpet. After I recovered, I started thinking of ways to ditch work. Then I remembered the mortgage, and decided Zach wasn't going anywhere, and I hoped this naked sunbathing would be a regular thing. I enjoyed a refreshing shower, along with another j.o. and, getting out, I heard the doorbell ring. "Fucking Hare Krishnas," I spat, pulling on my robe and stomping downstairs. Flinging open the door, I saw my new neighbor standing there in a towel! "Hi, I'm Zach. I just moved in next door." "Um...Uhhh...Yes", I stammered, caught completely off guard. "I mean, I know who you are!" Stupid! "My name's Daniel...Danny." I extended my hand, which he shook. I stood there like a deer in headlights, one half of me hoping the towel would fall off, and the other half cursing the wicker furniture in my living room. At long last, I stuttered, "W-w-would you like to come in?" "Actually, I came over to invite you over for a swim in my new pool. It's great!" "Sure! Let me run upstairs and get my trunks," I said. "You don't need trunks. C'mon. You never heard of skinny-dipping?" I noticed those bright, blue eyes. "Yeah. OK," I said, suddenly embarrassed at the tent that I had pitched in my robe, but he either didn't notice or didn't care. When we arrived at the pool, he wasted little time shedding his towel. I tried not to stare, but he seemed to stand at the edge of the pool for a long time before jumping in. He was proud of his body. His torso was completely smooth except for a few hairs around his nipples and underneath his navel. His dick hung a soft 5 inches between two powerful legs that undoubtedly came from kicking a soccer ball around all those years. For the first time in my life, I was self-conscious about my body. I had not been to the gym since Jonny, and besides, I had a big ol’ boner I didn't want Zach to see, so I just sat down at the patio table next to the pool. "C'mon!" he yelled, splashing water at me playfully. "Didn't you come over here to swim?" When I still didn't move, he climbed out and walked over to where I was sitting. "Or did you just come to get a closer look?" He now stood directly in front of me. "I saw you watching me this morning." I was mortified. I had no idea he had noticed. "It's cool. You can touch it if you want," he said, offering his dick. As I took it in my hand it hardened, and lengthened to its full, magnificent eight inches. "Put it in your mouth!" He begged. I wasn't sure I would be able to get the whole monster in, so I started by licking his low-hanging balls, which served to only excite him even more and made his penis grow another half-inch. I decided to do the only thing I could. After all, never again was I likely to get such an opportunity. I swallowed the first couple of inches. Zach groaned with pleasure and suddenly lurched forward, burying the entire length in my throat. I wasn't expecting that, but once I suppressed my gag reflex, my new neighbor's manhood slid surprisingly easily in and out. As he masturbated against my tonsils, he breathed heavier, until... "Uh-...Oh yeah!...I'm gonna...fucking... cuuuum!" I wanted to taste Zachery's semen, so I pulled back so he could shoot over my tongue. At the same time, I found his ass-pucker and drove my middle finger as far in as I could. Then everything happened at once. My teen idol lurched forward again, his ass constricting violently as he screamed and filled my mouth and throat with a shocking amount of warm juice. It tasted just like the dick, only 100 times stronger. I pulled my finger out of him, suddenly embarrassed. I wiped the remainder of his orgasm off my face with my robe and headed for home. "Where the fuck do think you're going?" To be continued...