Gay Erotic Stories

What better way to spend a tax refund, but to take your hot, newly married friend (and his wife) to Manhattan for the weekend? I had hoped that it would only be Mitch and myself going on this trip, but at the last minute she decided to come too! "Oh well" I thought to myself as we headed toward the city, at least we'll have some fun anyway. I had some strange feelings, "gaydar" if you will, about Mitch. I'd known him for a few years, and had a feeling all he needed was to have some man to man contact for him to know he was into guys. We got there late, and checked into our suite, it was nice, with a small "office" and a bedroom with two double beds. Naturally, Mitch and the wife took one, and I took the other. After settling in, we went out for dinner and drinks, getting home pretty late. When we went to sleep, we were all in our proper beds, but when I woke up, I banged my head against a hard leg. During the night, Mitch had gotten up, and laid down in my bed, with his feet on the pillow, and wearing only boxers! My confusion led way to interest as I noticed he had morning wood. Now, I wouldn't molest anyone, but this seemed more like an invitation. I started to rub that stiff prick through his boxers, and damned if it didn't start to twitch. I was hard as a rock myself by now, but was more interested in his beautiful body, smooth and tan, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, I'd seen every part of it except the stuff covered by the boxers. I decided that I was going to see that part too, even if he did wake up and kill me, or if his wife woke up and killed me, I wanted him! Slowly, so I didn't wake up anyone, I scooted down the bed, so my face was level with his crotch. I rubbed his cock some more, and watched it grow fully hard. I continued rubbing it very slowly, teasing it. Suddenly his hand grabbed mine. I thought he was going to whip my had off and start yelling, but he squeezed his fingers tight around mine, so I was grabbing his shaft through his boxers. I kept on jerking him, but after a few seconds, he tapped me on the shoulder and motioned for me to follow him. We got up, both sporting huge tents, and quietly went into the office or living room part of the suite, so we wouldn't wake up the woman. When we got in there, and I shut the door, I dropped to my knees and started licking his cock through the shorts, sticking my tongue in the slit and tasting (finally) my best friends manhood. I ran my hands over his body, playing with his nipples, running my hands over his sides, and his great cheeks too! "Take it out" he whispered, and I happily obliged, pulling his boxers down to his fuzzy blond ankles, and finally getting a full view of him totally nude. God, what a site! He had a look on his face I'd never seen before, somewhere between confused and happy, and I figured he was struggling with the pleasure and the guilt that straight men go through. I was hoping pleasure would win out! I licked the under side of his 6" cock, tasting his scent, and loving the whole thing. He whimpered when I engulfed his whole cock with my mouth while scratching my fingers up his finely tuned legs. I began giving him head in earnest, feeling his purple crown sliding from the front of my mouth down by throat and back again, licking the whole thing with my tongue as I went along. I played with his hairy balls, licked down to his crack, and then back to the "meat" of things. He began to form a rhythm with me, and started controlling my speed with a hand on the back of my head. I felt his cock begin to grow in my mouth, and I knew he was getting close, so as he would pull out of each stroke, I wiggled my tongue just under the back of the crown of his cock, sending him into little convulsions. His speed picked up, and before long it was all I could do just to keep him from choking me to death with his cock, but all at once I had it…I felt his load shoot down my throat, and fill my mouth. I let his limp dick slip from my mouth after milking all of his jiz out, and then I looked up. He was drenched in sweat, and shaking. I stood up, my own hard on poking him in the stomach, and hugged him. He just held on, and whispered in my ear "That was incredible, the best thing ever" So, what about my hard on? I think that's another Story from Uncle John!