Gay Erotic Stories

My friend James described it. Laughing. Making sure that I knew he was mocking it and not actually interested. But I could tell from the waver in his voice and the look in his eye that he was intrigued, but frightened. As was I. I laughed, said it was disgusting, and our conversation moved on. Later that week, we were together in the library. On the second floor. We didn't have a great reason to be there. I said I needed a book, which I did, but the book I needed was on the first floor. It was ridiculous really, two college guys, drawn to a men's room of ill repute, desperately curious but too embarrassed to say anything about it. I wanted to see who came in and out of the bathroom but from our angle, we could only see that it was being used infrequently. James looked expectantly at me. I knew he wanted me to make this easy for him. He wanted me to get rid of the awkwardness. But we both just stood there. He was a little taller than me. A very athletic guy but not so much of a jock that he seemed out of place in a library. Blond hair, rich bright blue eyes, tanned skin. "So I guess we should get going. Got your book right?" "Yeah," I replied, but I was determined not to let this opportunity get buried with all the others. "I gotta make a stop first, okay?" Women always go to the bathroom in pairs. Men don't. But, James followed me wordlessly into the restroom. There were three stalls, two cracked urinals jutting out from the wall without the privacy wall that I had come to love, a flickering light bulb and a grimy mirror. There was also an 18 or 19 year old standing at the left urinal. He had a slim build. He was dressed in khakis and a polo. Very preppy. Someone was in the center stall. James, after a moment of indecisiveness, went into the safety of the last stall. I went up to the urinal next to preppy. I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped, and pulled my cock through the hole in my boxers. I had barely finished pissing before I realized that the guy next to me was staring at my cock. His was completely hard and he was stroking it slowly and rhythmically. I could see it perfectly. We made eye contact when he saw me checking him out. And my own cock was starting to stiffen. I was very embarrassed. I didn't know what to do, but he seemed to have done this before. He reached out and stroked mine with his free hand. I swelled up immediately. My fat, long cock filled his hand gratefully and I just gasped and looked at it happening. This was so foreign and exciting. He stood closer to me and pressed our cocks together. His was thinner than mine but just as long. I could feel his breath on my neck. I realized he was going to kiss me. I couldn't resist. I didn't want to. His lips pressed against mine, soft, moist, and his tongue darted immediately into my mouth. My hand found its way to his back. His pants were loose enough so that when my hand slid downward, it found a clear passage directly to his tight briefs and small, tight ass. By this point I had ventured to send my own tongue into his mouth and he rewarded me by sucking on it, vigorously. It was so erotic, so hot. I slid my hand in to his underwear, feeling for the first time a guy's soft, hot ass beneath my hand, and the stretch of elastic keeping it there. Preppy suddenly stopped kissing me and slid, or rather melted down my body. He pulled up my shirt and licked and bit at my hard stomach. My cock, upset at being neglected, pointed towards his face, glistening with a drop of precum. He licked it off and proceeded to suck gently, intensely, on my cock. As he went further down, I marveled at the skill with which he did this. He knew just the places to lick, and which to nibble, and which to suck, and when to do it. I was about to let go and shoot my load when he pulled back and started to slowly lick my balls in wide circles. I moaned so loud that I was sure James must have heard me. Speaking of which, what could he have been doing? I began to worry that he would catch me in this position and so told this stranger I was in a hurry, that my friend might catch me. He responded by pulling my pants down to my ankles, taking my cock into his mouth, tugging gently on my balls with one hand and with the other, much to my surprise, travelling underneath them and tickling my crack. Just as I was about to shoot, he pushed his finger into my hole and as if that was the deciding factor, I shot a huge load down his willing throat. I quickly pulled up my pants and, while preppy was still licking the stream of cum that had escaped his mouth and dribbled down his chin, began to wash my hands at the sink. Preppy had no sooner left the room than James emerged from the stall. We walked silently out of the library. On the way back to our dorm, James finally broke the silence by saying, "I guess I was wrong about that. I dunno. Stupid rumor I guess." "Yeah, that was pretty uneventful," I agreed. And yet just moments ago, when we stood at the sinks the mirror revealed two spent young men, mildly traumatized but also guiltily enjoying that wonderful, elated feeling of post orgasm. I knew that I wasn't the only one who had gotten off because his once clean black T-shirt was not only sweaty and wrinkled but also stained with cum. That wasn't our last trip to the library together.