Gay Erotic Stories

I am not going to bore you with details about my cock size here, chances are half those claims are fake anyway. But I will say that I am very happy with what I have though I had always been shy about it being seen in public, since I was embarrassed about displaying it in public like in the showers at school. But to my credit, I am a pretty well-built guy, and have a very solid body. And as I was about to learn, being less private about my cock and body has its rewards. A friend of mine from school and I had hooked up one day to just kick back a bit and talk. My parents were gone for a long time and we knew we had the place to ourselves. We each knew the other was gay, and though we had never really done anything about it I knew he had a major thing for me. I didn’t have it for him though, so we just stayed good friends. He said he was all right with that, but I knew when we hooked up that he wanted me. That’s cool, but I was just not sure I wanted him back. He wasn’t ugly, just not hard and cute all like I preferred. Anyway, we had been sitting and talking for like an hour, playing video games, and whatever. Several times I noticed him looking at me, more intensely than usual, though I pretended not to notice. But I would look over once and a while and catch his eyes suddenly move up from my lap to my eyes, so I could tell he was really horny that day. Well for some reason I was, too, even more than usual. Maybe it was the fact that it was Spring and really nice out, I don’t know, but for some reason just the thought of him secretly wanting me got me all worked up, and at some point I started feeling that familiar tug in my pants. I pretended it wasn’t there, just shifting a bit in my place to let my hardening cock position itself more comfortably, but I guess he noticed. He laughed and I looked over and asked him what. He shook his head, apologized, and said “Man I’m sorry, but I can tell you’ve got a hard on.” I told him I couldn’t help it, and he just shrugged. “Well,” he said, “if you need to take care of it, that’s cool.” I was surprised at this because it was the most forward he’d ever been with me. But I was horny enough this day to play along. “You’d like to see that wouldn’t you?” I asked. He looked up, suddenly unsure if I was serious or not. Maybe it was Spring, I don’t know, but for some weird reason I just got the impulse and lost my inhibition. “You want to watch me jack off?” He was stunned. “Dude, you serious?” I nodded my head. “Hell yeah I’d like to watch that! I’ve wanted to see that cock of yours forever.” I laughed, then thought about it some more. I didn’t really want to do anything with him, but I was getting really horny thinking about stroking my meat in front of this guy. Suddenly I got the impulse. “Tell you what man, I really need to take care of this, so how about I jerk it for you, give you a show?” He sat back and gave me an approving smile. Well by this time I was so hard that the cockhead was already pushing against the seam of my pants, which hurt, so I stood up and undid my belt, then slowly opened the front of my jeans. I liked the way he was looking at me, so I pulled off my shirt to reveal my smooth chest and abs, and I thought he was going to die from the look on his face. He started going for his own cock, and I told him not to, just to watch, then promised him I’d make it worth his while. He agreed. I let my jeans fall to the floor and stepped out of them, and my cock pushed against the pouch of my boxer-briefs in an enormous bulge, aching for escape. I rubbed it through the cotton, enjoying the pleasure of just the freedom, but noticing I was harder than ever, maybe because I was being watched. I turned to face him, in just my boxer-briefs and white socks, slowly stroking my meat through the cloth with one hand, rubbing the other over my chest and abs. I groaned with pleasure. Then I took my hands and slid off the boxers, allowing my cock to finally be revealed. My friend gasped and said, “Oh shit.” That’s all I am going to say about that, except to say he was apparently happy at what he saw there. I now stood less than a couple feet in front of him, naked except for my socks, my hard cock pulsing and dancing in front of his eyes. I squatted in front of him as he sat on the sofa, noticing his own bulge, and began to rhythmically pound my meat while he watched,. Leaning back and arching my back, groaning with delight at the sensation of not only my cock being pleasured, but my friend totally getting off on it, I was in ecstasy. Sometimes I would stop and put both hands behind me and arch back so that my full cock would spring up and stand away from my body, pointing at him. He would make little gasping whining noises (hard to describe) as I did that, seeing my cock so close but not being able to touch it. I could feel it too, more than ever, the sensation of my blood pumping into my dick and throbbing, almost like the head was going to pop off. I was getting off on that as much as he was getting off at watching me enjoy it. Well I finally felt sorry for him, and decided he’d had enough of the tease, so I stood up in front of him and straddled his extended legs, my rock-hard cock now inches from him, my hand slowly moving up and down the swollen shaft and lingering on the glans as it reddened and pulsed with the motion. Then I asked if he wanted to massage my balls as I stroked off, and before I knew it I could feel his trembling fingers reach up between my spread legs and onto my sack, and slowly move my balls around while I stroked. It was an incredible feeling, this guys hand on my balls, like I was ready to explode right there. I could feel the warmth moving through my body that told me I was getting close to cumming, so I asked him if he wanted to stroke me off, without telling him I was about to cum. His other hand instantly reached for my dick and began tugging away at it, awkwardly at first until he found the right angle, then surprisingly well. So I stood there, his one hand stroking my dangling balls, the other eagerly and perfectly stroking my swollen meat. And to my delight, I was totally into it too, and probably the most turned on I’ve ever been. I let my free hands feel the hardness of my body while he did that, and I actually groaned out loud uncontrollably as he moved up and down my shaft, like he knew exactly what he was doing -- which made sense I guess, since we’d done this so many times before, alone. Then I felt it, the moment of no return. I could feel the muscles in my legs and butt contract, and my abs twitched below the naval, telling me it was time for my body to finally relieve itself. I didn’t tell my friend but let him keep on stroking, unaware, then at the last possible second I let out a grunt and felt my body convulse as streams of hot juice raced from my body in long, desperate waves. To my delight, rather than retreating from it, my friend kept stroking, his hands now slowing, getting me off to the last possible splash, then wringing out the last few drops. I looked down to see my friend smiling from ear to ear, his shirt and neck covered with long sticky ropes of cum. I laughed at the site of it, then was amazed when he put his finger into one of the ropes, drew it up to his mouth, and let it slowly drop in. “Mmmm” was all he said, and it was at that moment that I realized that he and I were going to be more than just friends after all.