Gay Erotic Stories

It all began last year, when I was getting through my last days of high school; I was a very stressed young man. I completely shut out anything, which didn’t have a place in my grand scheme of things. I was so lost and caught up in my preparations for college, that I didn’t notice a friend of mine, Josh, was being rather friendlier than he had ever been before. I completely shrugged off whatever inklings I may have had, and treated him as per normal. Oblivious, I graduated, and so did he. We ended up going to the same college. It wasn’t until one drizzly day in late August that I saw him again. We were both lugging up our possessions, the first bags, into the dorm. “Hey, Josh,” I said. He mumbled back a not-so-enthusiastic greeting, which I ignored. I thought that the ‘fun’ of the beginning of college was getting to him; the stress was just beating him down. I looked down at the load he was carrying, glancing over my shoulder. I noticed that his armload was a bit too much for one person, so being the nice guy that I am I offered to take the top box, leaving him two suitcases. He silently acquiesced, giving me a sheepish grin, as if to say, ‘Yeah. I know that this is too much. Thanks.’ We entered the main door in single profile. I asked him where his room was. “Room 204,” he curtly replied. I led the way up the slightly narrow stairs, all-but scraping my arms on the walls. We turned the corner and walked straight into the ‘floor boss’, or the ‘Dorm Gestapo’ as we called him. He looked at me, a terrifying visage to say the least, and let out in a deep voice, “Brion, there’s a rooming change. Josh is going to be sharing your room so that two sophomores can share one dorm suite.” I, not being someone to question orders from someone who could answer the retort, ‘And what army?’ quickly led Josh to our new dorm room. Setting his stuff on the upper bunk, having already claimed the lower one, I turned to him. “Josh, is this cool? I kinda like the bottom bunk: I don’t like climbing the ladders onto those top bunks.” He looked at me, then shrugged, a sort of nonchalant ‘yeah’. I was really getting sick of the whole no-answer answer routine, but once again I shrugged it off. We made several trips, helping the other one with armloads here and there. I noticed that though Josh seemed a lot more closed than I had known him to be in high school, he had his brilliant smile whenever I would turn to him, it would quickly disappear. On the last trip for me I set the last of my stuff into a spare corner, near our dresser, as he set a box on his bunk. I lay down, on my back, relaxing on my bed. As I reclined, I looked up at the bottom of his bunk. I saw the end of a box, peeking over the edge of the bed. As I looked closer I saw a magazine in it (as the bottom of the box was one of those that doesn’t quite close all the way, leaving a space). I decided to let my curiosity get the better of me, and I peered at the image, trying to make out what it was. And that is when it hit me: it was a naked man! This was a box of his porno mags. Not only that, they were gay porno mags. I, knowing I was gay from about 12 on, recognized and placed the man, a particularly juicy image I had known. Before he could get back and notice me taking a fancy at his stash, and getting a wicked hard-on from doing so, I got up and rearranged myself. Working my way through packages and luggage I kept my mind on more appropriate things. Josh soon returned, saddled with the last of his belongings. “Hey, Josh, let me give you a hand with that stuff. Here, let me take that suitcase.” Before he could say no, I was already relieving him of his larger suitcase. As I turned and looked at him our eyes met. His crystal blue orbs were entrancing me. I was lost in the ocean of his eyes, they were that blue. They were a blue that you find in those tropical waters, the deep cornflower and cerulean blue, a hue that was enticing to the soul. Before I was lost entirely in them, I hurriedly looked away, so as not to let him know I was as entranced as I was. I had noticed him in school; in fact I had thought him to be a dish. But I had let that go, so when he had been kinder and closer to me the year before, it hadn’t even registered. I knew that this would be interesting if not outright difficult. We hurriedly put our things in order, and the next few days we saw little of each other: I was into the rugby team and he was into the band. I guess by now I should have described Josh and myself. I am 5’11 and 162 lbs; I have hazel green eyes and brown hair, while Josh is 6’0 and 154 lbs, with blue eyes and blonde hair. Neither of us would be cover models, but we are both considered attractive by both sexes. We were in our own little worlds, interacting very little that first week. It wasn’t until the Thursday before classes started that we spent any quiet time together in our room. We were just hanging out, him in his chair at his desk, and me reclining in my beanbag reading an Anne Rice novel. It came to me that this was our first chance to have a meaningful conversation. I was in link with the campus gay gossip, and nowhere was Josh mentioned, meaning he hadn’t come out to anyone here. I took the moment as a sign, and I got up and walked over to his desk. “Josh, whatcha doing?” I asked, noting the quick closing of a screen on his laptop. “Nothing. Now what can I do for you?” he said, turning to look at me, a slight pink to his cheeks. “All I asked was a simple question; don’t be so jumpy. Look, I want us to be good friends; we were once, weren’t we? I mean, back at our old school we were pretty close.” “Well we may have been, but we haven’t been for a while. I mean it wasn’t me who was snubbing people last year.” “So that’s what this is all about? I wasn’t snubbing you specifically those last few months; I was really introverted, concerned about getting in here. You know, I am so anal about getting all the stuff in on time and right, that kind of thing. I was just really focused, believe me, I was just really, stupidly hell bent on doing college stuff. Now come here,” I said as I leaned in to tickle his ribs. He quickly pushed the chair he was sitting in away, almost pushing me over too. Josh, being a full inch taller than me, was easily able to maneuver around and tickle my sides, moving my hands clear away from my defense. We maneuvered like this, each getting the upper hand for a moment or so, then the other overpowering him. Soon we were both tired and really laughing. Our friendship had been saved. Months went by, the school year rolled on, both of us dating a girl or two, just to keep up appearances (though it was tough, being on the rugby team, seeing all those sweaty and muscled guys, but that’s another story). We were good friends again, but I still wondered. At night when I feigned sleep, I would sometimes notice Josh’s bunk slightly swaying. I knew what he was doing; only I didn't know which figure from his stash he was fantasizing about. I found myself thinking about his crystal blue eyes often, wondering what it would be like if we had the same feelings and yearnings for each other. I found it hard to contain myself when we had our little tickle fights. It was all I could do to restrain myself and hide the joy I found in his company. I decided the Friday before Christmas break that I would find out if my wayward thoughts were reciprocated. I was a little uncertain as to how I would do so, as I was still quite virginal, though I knew and was known in the campus gay scene. I walked in after the end of my last class and plopped myself down on my bunk. I was beginning to relax, spread out my arms into the ‘snow angel’ pose, when I heard the door open and Josh’s footsteps. I heard him stalk into the room, as a confidant executive strolls into an office. I opened my eyes, looking up at the brilliant white ceiling light and I saw his baby blues, surrounded by a halo of golden hair, looking down at me. Upon his face he wore a silken smile, one that had melted my insides for months, that selfsame smile which had distracted me on the exam I had just finished. “What pray tell are you looking at, Josh?” I queried. As soon as I said these words, Josh turned around quickly, avoiding my gaze. He went to his desk, sitting down in a loud ‘flop’ on the oak chair. I decided that this was as good a time as any to find out. “Josh, I have a question. And I want you to answer truthfully; don’t hold back, okay?” He turned his head, cocking it to the side, “Sure, what kind of question?” “Well,” I said, as I got up and walked to the desk, leaning on it “I want to know something. We are roomies, so we should be real close, right?” He nodded his head. “I want to know why you haven’t been out with many girls? And don’t say it’s because band keeps you occupied, because we both know that to be false.” He looked at me, a look of dumbfound horror came across his face, before a look of conspiratorial glee came to rest there. “Hmn. I don’t know. Why haven’t you been out much? I mean you are on the rugby team and girls just love men on sports teams.” I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Because I am gay. I like guys. So what’s your excuse?” Again he looked at me, this time slightly appalled, then a little cheekily. “Well, I guess if you can say it, then I can too: so am I.” It was all I could do to contain the shouts of hurrah! and yippee! in me. I took Josh by the hand and led him to my bunk, where we sat for the next several hours, spilling our innermost thoughts and emotions. Where we spoke of the crushes and the harbored passions. The topic of love came up, and I almost bashfully admitted that I thought he was attractive. Before I knew what was what, Josh had me in an embrace, his lips encompassing mine. He pushed on top of me, forcing me onto my back, softly landing in the pillows of my bed. We kissed fervently, our lips searching out every square millimeter of the other’s. I slid my hands up and down his back, slipping them under his shirt. I caressed his soft, milky skin, cradling his buttock in one hand and the back of his head in the other. We broke apart enough to slip our shirts up and over our heads. We quickly embraced again, caressing one another with our feverishly curious hands. I slipped my hands back down his shorts, cupping both buttocks. I withdrew my hands only to push his pants, shorts and all, down off of his frame. We both slinked out of our clothes, and were soon naked, sitting on my bunk making out like two long-lost lovers. We were reclined, me on the bottom, as I snaked my leg around his form. I felt his rock hard prick pressing into my abdomen. We parted long enough for each of us to get a good glimpse of the other’s package. His was at least a solid nine-and-a-half inches long and three in diameter, while mine is a slightly smaller at eight inches long and two in diameter. We once again embraced, letting our bodies come together like two magnetically charged entities. “May I slip it in you, Brion?” I heard Josh ask. I nodded a fervent ‘yes’, thus allowing us to kiss a second more before he pulled up, reaching for his dresser drawer. From it he pulled two condoms and a bottle of lube. We both placed the condoms on ourselves, the hormones running wild left my penis rampant and stiff as a board, easily allowing the rolling on of a condom. Josh was busy slicking lube onto his prick and in my ass while I hungrily nibbled at his right nipple. He leaned in, pulling my face into his for a passionate kiss. I had been drilled by a dildo or two in my time, so I wasn’t unused to the sensation, but I hadn’t been prepared for him. The kiss had distracted me from the momentary discomfort as he slid himself in. We grappled as two lovers do. Arms entwining, hips thrusting, we were a gymnasium of sexual moves. We were entranced. So much so, that I did not notice, until it was too late, his penis expanding. I felt him push the lining and inner walls of my body, filling me gloriously. His orgasm came and went, and we still were making love. We grappled with one another for another hour before he pulled his spent and considerably smaller dick from me. As he pulled the condom off of him, he leaned down into a sweet and sloppy kiss. He took his kiss from my lips to my chest, licking and sucking both nipples, making his way down past my navel. He wrapped his lips around my cock, engulfing it into his warm delicious mouth. He bobbed up and down on my pole for what felt like a blissful eternity, until I felt the familiar tingles of the orgasm. He slipped his tongue down the condom, playing with the ribbing, as I erupted. I filled the condom and felt more leaking down the sides. We pulled ourselves into a loving embrace, lying side by side on my bed. “Wow,” those were the first words either of us had spoken in an hour. “That was incredible, Josh.” He looked at me, that dreamboat smile playing on his lips, “Now you know why I was so hurt when you seemingly snubbed me. I love you.” All I could say was, “And I love you, too.”