Gay Erotic Stories

I am a bisexual male, but no one, except my girlfriend (on again/off again), is aware of my experiences with men. My best friend Phil certainly had no idea, but after last weekend, he experienced it firsthand. Phil and I were among a group of co-workers taking out our buddy before his wedding in April. We went to a local bar, and had quite a few beers between all of us. We were already getting pretty drunk, when someone brought up the idea of going to a local strip bar. Since everyone was going (and I enjoy the sights there as well!), I joined in. The bunch of us were pretty rowdy at the strip bar, and the beer continued to flow. I had stopped drinking, however, because I could feel my self getting a little unbalanced. Phil, on the other hand, continued drinking. We took a cab back to the first bar to pick up our cars. I was OK to drive since I had sobered up a little, but Phil was in no condition to drive. I thought about offering to drive him home, but he lives in the other direction, and I didn't want to drive a long way by myself, as it was late and I had been drinking - I would probably get sleepy on a long drive. I offered to drive Phil back to my place if he wanted. He agreed. Phil called his wife, telling her he would be back the next morning, and hopped in my car. We were at my place in about ten minutes, just enough time for Phil to fall asleep in the passenger seat. I helped him inside, and made up the couch for him. He started to fall asleep before he had even gotten ready for bed. I helped him out of his clothes, and left him in his briefs. But when I started to leave the room, he mumbled "Don't leave..." I turned around to face him, at this point aroused from removing his clothes. He looked at my bulging crotch and grinned, still half asleep. Before I knew it, Phil raised his hips to tug his briefs off. I had seen him nude at the gym hundreds of times, so I knew what to expect. His cock was large; average length, but very fat. He had a great body: big, firm pecs, with a six pack of abs, no hair except for a patch at his groin. I had always admired (and often lusted after) Phil's body, but here he was displaying it for me! "Don't get the wrong idea," he said, "but it's been so long since I've gotten any." He started to slap his cock against his thigh. His tool grew to about six or seven inches, and it was very thick. He began stroking it; all I could do was stand there and stare. "Could you help me out, Brian?" he asked. I pulled off my jeans and briefs so that my own cock could breathe. I stroked myself as I walked over to him, and kneeled between his knees. Phil opened his eyes, smiled at me, and closed his eyes again. He tilted his head back, and sighed "yeah..." With this signal, I lowered my mouth onto his beautiful, hard penis. I sucked Phil passionately for about two minutes, gripping his musky prick while he ran his hands through my hair. It wasn't long before his shaft began jerking, and Phil choked, "I'm cuming!" I tightened my grip on him, and swallowed his load. After he came, I stayed between his legs, planting kisses on his muscular thighs and soft penis. Before long, his shaft was in my mouth again, until he spilled a second load. "That was great, Phil" I told him as he started dozing off. I stayed with him on the couch all night, snuggled up to his warm, muscular frame. I was pleasantly surprised to find Phil awake, staring at me, and gently tousling my hair when I awoke. "I gotta get home," he said, "but I may need to sleep over again soon." I just got a call from Phil today. His wife and son are out of town, so he'll be stopping by in a couple hours, and he's bringing his overnight bag.