Gay Erotic Stories

The element of surprise is probably the neatest gay experience that I enjoy. I enjoy catching people off guard and throwing them into confusion about what’s happening. Especially the “straights”. Straights are usually not willing to admit that they have had fleeting thoughts concerning sex with the same gender and so it is harder all the more to approach them or to try and push or prod them a little to re-evaluate themselves. For the most part, gays generally rejected being gay and claim being straight till they can’t deny it any further. This story basically deals with an my way of getting a straight in a sexual situation without them actually knowing what it is till the principle applies “a stiff peter has no conscience”. At this particular time I was in the closet, though I did enjoy sex with men but only in discretion. My name is Jon and the then unknowingly participant’s name was Jim/Jimmy. Jimmy was a man of the cloth, a preacher. But we we’re pretty good friends. He was married and I was single (at the time I was 19 and he was 28), and he was moving to another town to start a church about 3 hours away. I being a pretty good keyboardist, went along with him to play the music for the church. Now we would travel to the church on Friday evenings and return Sunday evenings, but his wife rarely came so we would usually travel together and end up staying at a hotel. Now my friend is Italian and a very good looking man with hair all over. He’s simply beautiful. I think I was in love with him from the get go and secretly I think he knew it. One night on our weekend trip we we’re staying at a hotel that had a convention staying there and since we were coming in late we took an available room that only had one large bed. He didn’t say anything about it and neither did I. We just kinda assumed that this was somewhat awkward, but what the heck we’re friends and it’s just for one night so everything is all right. BUT there was no way that I was going to get any sleep in that bed at all. I was so nervous. I was nervous because this was the stuff that fantasies are made of, day dreams, wishes and desires, and now it almost seemed as if it was going to happen. I was totally unnerved at this situation. Now as I said before my pastor/friend sorta knew about me but we never “went there” nor ever addressed the subject. Well it was incredibly difficult trying to get undressed and not allow a hard on to start or to show one starting. I sorta just did the turn your back to the person and undress thing and slipped into the bed. He on the other hand took his time and casually just undressed himself. I tried to act like I wasn’t “looking” and just tried to keep small talk with him so that I could get a round about glance at his front. He got down to his shorts and I thought I would just blow right then and there. He got into the bed and we were laying in the dark and we were just finishing up are small talk when he turned out the light and said good night. I lay there trying my hardest not to pant out loud. I was sooo nervous. Finally sleep came over me and I dozed off. But it was probably about an hour later I felt him get up to go pee and return to bed. I made the comment that he was a noisy pee’er and he laughed a little. Then I noticed that as he got into bed he pulled his underwear off! I said “are you naked?”. He replied yeah, but don’t worry I’m on my side of the bed, I’m just not use to sleeping with my shorts on, then he turned over and said good night. Well by then I had the most raging hardon that I had ever had. I was dying for release. I was afraid that I was going to get myself into trouble by doing something foolish. After about another hour passed and I heard him breathing heavier, he turned onto his back and I could see the outline of his manhood on the sheets (he had at the beginning gave me the covers, he only like the sheets). He was not hard or anything but I could still see it. Well, having a stiff peter gave me a daring boldness that I usually do not have. I became very curious if I could sneak a peek and maybe a quick feel. He was laying on his back but his face was facing the wall away from me so, I kept an eye on his face as I set up and listened for any change in his breathing as I moved about. I slowly but steadily touch the sheet that lay over his manhood and barely touched it. I didn’t rub it for fear that would wake him. Then I tried something that I had never done before but I thought was pretty smart. I started to blow on the sheet that was over his manhood. You see, guys can get a hard on from light pressure of any kind. I tried not to make any noise and after a few minutes of blowing I saw it began to take shape and form. As a natural reflex to the hardon he was getting, his legs began to move somewhat to accommodate the rise. This just about sent me over the edge. I then stopped for a few minutes so as to make sure that he was breathing heavily and not being stirred by the motion and all. About 3 minutes passed and I slowly lifted the sheet to just sneak a peek (though there was not much light in the room, but enough for me to see the outline) and it was semi-hard. I put my nose up to it and smelled his crotch, it was definitely a musky but clean smell. By the dark patches I could tell that he was very hairy. Being somewhat hard he was about 6 1/2 or 7 inches long and pretty thick. All of sudden I was overcome with emotion for him and his tool. I placed my mouth ever so slightly over the head of his penis and began to taste it, he then began to stir and I started to take it further in my mouth, he then woke up with a “What the heck are you doing?” At that moment I ran my hands over his hairy legs up to his sack and I went to sucking like I never sucked before. He started to push my head off of him and to maneuver himself out of my mouth, but I then placed the tip of my finger of my right hand at the soft part of his ass hole and pushed his with my left hand back down, all the while sucking the hell out of his dick. As I did this lust and desire over took my preacher friend and he began to resist less and instead of trying to pull my head away, he began to push me further down on his cock. He started to moan almost with a cry in his voice, saying “O god, no, I’m gonna.....oh shit...(such language from a preacher huh?) ...oh....oh...uhhh uhhhhh...” and then he shot his load deep down my throat. His dick was shooting madly in my mouth, it was so hot and thick. He was huffing and puffing while shooting and all the while jerking in my mouth as he kept pushing me down on him. He finally became soft and I began to finish off the residue that was left. He just lay there sorta limp from the experience and didn’t say anything. I then covered him back with the sheet turned over and when he didn’t say anything but turned his back to me I eventually dozed off. It was probably about another hour later and he woke me up saying, “you prick, you got me before I could fight you off”, but he said it in almost a humorous way that I didn’t take offense to it, and I said..”hope you’re not too angry but I couldn’t resist myself”. He said, “no, but this changes a lot of things you know? I’m no queer and the church frowns on such behavior.” I then replied “I know, and I know that you may hate and despise me in the morning, but I really do love you and your wife, and I’m not trying to get in between you and her. I just love you so very much that I wanted something that she gets all the time and this is my way of showing how much I care”. He laughed a little out loud and said “you’re crazy for talking like that”. He then took my hand placed it on his tool and said “show me some more”.