Gay Erotic Stories

It was winter of 1999, and I was a college freshman studying with this upper classman in his dorm. We met at a friend’s party in the city. He is really handsome, and every time I gaze at him my pants gets stretch hard and gets damp from my cock wanting to see his mouth and ass. I play it cool, though, and after about 6 months, we are casual about our contact with each other. Neither one of us admits we are "gay" which adds to the mix. We had dated girls before, or so our stories went. I say that because neither of us ever gave any details about the girls. You know, names and what they looked like. Or how many we had, or how it was in bed. You know, the usual guy’s bragging rights and the like. So we are studying and we are getting pretty tired, and I suggested a break. He says, "Sure, why not?" So I go to my fridge and get him a Coke, and myself one, too, and bring it back to the table we are working on. I am standing next to him, and he glances down at the crotch of my bulging Ecko nylon cargo pants in a slippery olive green color. Of course they are baggy because they are a size or two too big, but I like it baggy and comfy. I put down the Cokes, and without a word, he reaches out and grasps my cock and balls through my pants and starts to cop up a great feel. Like I said it was winter and I usually hated to wear underwear, so I wore these Adidas lined warm-up pants under my Ecko cargo pants. Wow, this guy was getting me hot. He got up and led me to his bed. We sat on his bed, legs hanging over the side. He once again palmed firmly but gently the crotch of my pants and moved in a circular motion massaging my cock and balls to a full boil in no time. He would squeeze the head of my cock hard, and it would hurt, but it hurt so good though. He took my hand and moved it over to his Abercrombie khakis and put my hand on his crotch and squeezed it on his cock. I got the hint and helped myself to his khaki crotch and rubbed and messaged those pants sensually. He started to moan and move his head around. Suddenly, he kissed me and his tongue invaded my mouth, all the while we were wanking each other through our pants. My warm-ups were living up to their name, as my cock was boiling hot and, by his bulge in his khaki pants, his, too. He gripped harder and wanked me faster now, as I did him, too. Our legs spread apart to help access to our cum-loaded balls, mine covered in nylon, his in cotton. He squeezed my cock head again as hard as he could making my cock throb. I grabbed a firm grip of khaki-covered balls and squeezed just hard enough to take him close to popping. He was now going to make me cum; he was like a pro, massaging my pants with lightning speed, I couldn't hold back any more and tensed up and shot load after load of mansauce in my pants; it felt like gallons of sperm sauce in my pants. He kept up the wank stroke without slowing, then he tensed from my wanking and spunked his underwear so much his awesome khakis were wet on the front. I kept it up, too, as the wet slippery spot got bigger and bigger and our moans and groans did, too. What an entrée, huh? Hot cocks smothered in pants with white sauce. Our pants, by now saturated with our cum, got us harder, and we took each others’ pants down and sucked each other in a 69 to another exhausting cum session. We both fell asleep on his bed and I left the next day for classes. Later that evening my friend came over and he had a change of clothes in anticipation of another hot cock explosion in his pants by me. I was wearing nice light colored thin pants so my cum will show even better after his massage makes my balls boil, and my cum covers the inside of my pants wet and slippery. Ahh, nothing like a good wank of our franks covered in awesome pants. Then after cooking our franks in our pants oven, we eat our franks and meat "balls". Nothing better than that. P.K.