Gay Erotic Stories

I had known James for some 10 years. We work together, or rather we work at the same location. We often ran into each other at the coffee bar and chatted about any number of things. He was a quiet kind of person, 36 years old. He stood about my height of 5 foot 10 and weighed 170 or so. He had dark blond hair and light blue eyes. Basically, he could not be called handsome, but he had a youthful look about him that made him attractive to me. I had never even hinted that I might be interested in getting him into bed, and that is really the way I preferred things to be. I don't like the idea of becoming emotionally involved with someone I work with. I genuinely liked James and regarded him as a friend and nothing more. One afternoon as we were leaving work and walking to the parking lot, I noticed that he didn't seem his usual cheerful self. And taking a slight risk, I told him that he seemed "down". A step or two further, he confirmed my impression by telling me that he and his wife had just gotten a divorce. I had no idea that his marriage had been in trouble and I gave him some rather weak but well intended words of encouragement. He thanked me for the sympathetic response and continued to say how he had been really dragged down by the experience and was having trouble adjusting to being single. As we approached the parking area, I made a sincere gesture and gave him my home phone number and offered to be a sympathetic ear if he wanted to talk about things. He smiled and thanked me, and then we both turned and left for home. That was on a Wednesday afternoon. It was on Friday that he called. I had just returned home and made myself a cup of coffee and thought about whether I should go out to eat or cook my own meal (I am a pretty darned good cook). The phone rang and it was James, and I could tell by his voice that he was not in good shape. We talked for 15 minutes or so, but I allowed him to do most of the talking. After a few more minutes, I had an idea and decided to lay it on him. "Why don't you get your ass in motion, and come over to my place and let me cook dinner for us?" I added that some of his problem was being alone with his thoughts and being in a place (his and his ex-wife's home) that reminded him of the past. He agreed. I gave him driving directions to my house and about 45 minutes later he knocked at my door. I was in the middle of preparing some pasta and shrimp and asked him to sit in the kitchen so we could talk as I finished the cooking. Pasta and shrimp seasoned with Italian spices calls for a bottle of wine, so we ate and consumed a full bottle of Burgundy. I thought about it as we drank, that maybe alcohol might not be such a good idea if he were in a depressed mood. It didn't happen that way. He seemed to be more cheerful and relaxed and we sat and talked about a long list of things. Almost none of them were about his marriage. After another hour or so, I suggested we watch a rented video tape. It was one of those mindless action films that entertain without straining your intellect. We laughed and joked as the film progressed. It was 11 PM and the movie ended. He rose to leave and thanked me for the evening. I guess it was the wine that loosened my tongue, but at any rate I found myself offering him overnight accommodations. I have two furnished bedrooms and offered him the use of the second bed if he wanted to stay. It was really a kind of reflex action that I took when I said it, but to my surprise, he accepted. I led him to the guest bedroom and said goodnight. I crossed the hallway and entered my room and immediately got in bed. I don't know how long it was, but at some point in the night I felt my bed move slightly and woke suddenly. I sat up in bed and looked to my left and there was James! He spoke softly and apologized for his actions. He sounded embarrassed, but explained that he couldn't sleep and thought maybe we could talk some more. I found it odd that he would do this, and pretended to remain calm, but secretly I was absolutely bowled over. We talked, and this time he poured out some details of the divorce and how the marriage had ended. The ambient light in the bedroom is very low, so I could not see his face well. But the tone of his voice told me he was struggling to say the things he said. I didn't watch the clock, but it must have been another hour that we talked. The conversation kind of wound down, and after a few seconds of quiet, I turned over on my stomach and reached over and put a firm hand on his shoulder. I squeezed his shoulder as if to offer a sympathetic good night. That is when things began to happen. James reached up and placed his hand on mine before I could remove it, and sent a wave of goose-bumps up my spine. His warm hand and fingers gently massaged my own hand. After no more than a few seconds of this, I suddenly felt his body shake. It was the kind of sudden, un-controllable shaking that comes from sexual excitement that is not being relieved. It was a quick but violent shaking. I was still in a state of unbelief, as he gripped my hand and moved it from his shoulder to his abdomen. There, on his stomach, I could feel the violent pulse of his heart. His pulse must have been 150. My dick became rigid in seconds. He wants to have sex! I began to move my hand over his warm body. I let my hand move up to his chest and felt his nipples. His body was all but hairless, and as I rubbed my hand over his pecs his nipples became hard. I could hear his breathing begin to quicken. Over and over again, his body shook with excitement. As I continued to move my hand, he allowed some very soft moaning noises to leave his lips. I raised myself from the bed on my elbow and placing my face over his, I kissed his forehead. He responded by placing his hand behind my neck and pulling my lips down to his own. We kissed. I could feel his soft warm tongue probing my own, and at the same time the stubble from his upper lip brushed against my face. My dick jumped and strained against my briefs, and I felt my own rod begin to get wet. As our mouths pressed together, I moved my hand for the first time to his crotch. His penis was lying flat against his abdomen, but held in place by the fabric of his briefs. I gently felt the end of his dick and to no surprise, the cotton of his shorts were squishy wet with pre-cum. I let my fingers rub against the very end of his dick, and the action began to make audible noises as the pre-cum lathered up. I pushed my fingers under the elastic of his briefs pushing the waistband downward and for the first time allowed my fingers to touch the bare flesh of his penis. As my fist gently encircled his crank, he simultaneously arched his back and let out a long and loud "AAAhhhh......" kind of sound. As I held his dick in my fist, I felt it begin to pulse. Because I was holding his member in a gentle but firm grip, I could feel his dick increase in size with each throb. I knew he was cumming and I moved my fist to cover the end of his dick. In covering the end of his dick I was attempting to keep his load from going all over his body. It would not have mattered anyway, because the size of his load was unbelievable. I could see in the dim light as the cloud-white semen jetted out of his cock. It spurted through the opening between my thumb and forefinger, making loud squirting noises. String after string of rope-like goo left his dick and fell over his chest and stomach. Each wave made James cry out in a high pitched groan. His arms and legs seemed uncontrollable, and jerked violently. My dick jerked with each of James contractions and I became instantly aware of my own unrelieved sexual tension. The bleach-like odor of James semen filled my nostrils, making me begin to moan softly as well. As he lay there covered in his own juice, I fell backward on my pillow and pushed my briefs down to my knees and began to masturbate. James suddenly reached over to my hand and pulled it away from my dick. Without a word, he pulled on my arm, indicating that he wanted me to move toward him. While I sat up, he kicked his briefs off, and still lying on his back, he lifted his legs. With his hands holding each of his thighs, he exposed his ass. My mind was overcome with what he was telling me. I did not need a second invitation, and I moved to his side of the bed, positioning myself over him. In the dark, I could not have seen the color of my dick, but it must have been a dark purple. My nuts normally would hang downward, but at this point they had pulled up against the base of my dick. I was shaking like a teen-ager about to get his first piece of ass. I placed the head of my penis against what was all but a hairless opening. I moved my hips and began to apply pressure to his anus. After a few seconds of pushing, I realized he had never done this before. With a shaky and soft voice, I told him to push out as if he were trying to shit. He complied, and once again I attempted entry. No success. I then reached between his upraised legs and ran my hand through the puddles of cum on his body. The cum was still in the thick state and strands of semen hung from my hand. Using his own fluids for lubrication, I put my finger to his ass and slowly pushed into his opening. I heard him take a breath through clenched teeth as I moved my finger into his body. I rotated my finger and moving further into his rectum, I found his prostate and pressed gently. I watched his dick jump all but straight up as I felt his prostate. I then used two fingers and again gently enlarged his rectum with gentle massaging. I became impatient and removed my fingers and once again reached for some of his own semen for lubrication. This time the lube was applied to my throbbing dick. The cum was like warm cream against the head of my root. I jerked involuntarily as I used my fingers to smear my member. I then inched forward and placed my dick to his ass. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I pressed once more and this time the opening gave way. I felt the head of my dick slip past the muscles of his anus and the warmth of his body washed over me. James hands moved to my hips and pushed me back slightly, indicating that he was feeling some pain. I waited a few more seconds and then began to slide further into his body. James groaned at first and then remained silent as I slipped my 6 inches into him. The intense sensations of pleasure I felt made my brain shut down. It seemed as if my dick was the only part of my body that existed. I was barely aware of the moans that I began making as I pulled and pushed my dick in and out of James' ass. James began groaning, this time in pleasure. I was aware of the fact that he now had his hand on his dick and was masturbating as we fucked. My jerking hips began to increase in speed, and as I looked into James face in the dim light I could see that his lips were open and his face contorted in pleasure. My dick then truly began to dictate my actions. I could feel the muscles in my groin begin to tense as orgasm approached. The "full" feeling in my lower abdomen spread and warmed my lower body. The spasms began behind my scrotum and started the pumping action that caused me to cry out over and over in short sharp bursts. My semen shot from my dick in spasms that shook me from head to foot. I pulled out of James and fell to my side of the bed. James was not finished, and it became obvious as I managed to open my eyes and look at him, that he was going to cum a second time. He rapidly stroked his dick with his right hand and gently thumbed his nipple with his left. He made soft grunts with each stroke of his hand and tightly closed his eyes. His legs had been slightly bent at the knees, but now he suddenly straightened them out and tensed his whole body. His second orgasm started and he lifted his head off the pillow and began to cry out again. He stopped for a moment as a spurt of cum sailed to his pecs, then began stroking a few more times. A second rope of cum left his dick and fell over his stomach. It made a splat sound as it hit the remains of his first load. He then stroked some more and allowed his head to fall back on his pillow as a third wad inched out over his pubes. He then totally collapsed in relaxation and covered his eyes with his left hand. We lay there for some time without speaking or moving. I finally managed to get up on my weak legs and stagger to the john where I washed up and returned with a damp towel for James. I found him lying where I had left him and used the towel to clean up his slippery body. I gently wiped off his now limp penis and then covered him with the sheet. I returned to bed and lay on my back for only a second or two before James rolled over and rested his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arm over my body. That is the way we awoke when the sun rose.