Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Mark R. I'm 23, brown hair and green eyes. I have a nice, hard stomach, and a 7 inch cock. I've never had anal sex with anyone, or wanted to. But, in my opinion, men give the best head. I've only been with two guys and three women, but in all the cases, the men knew just what I liked. The ladies did a fine job too, but the men were exceptional. I also love the taste of a hard cock in my mouth. About two months ago, Paul started working with me. He is gorgeous! Although he is also 23, but he can pass for 17 or 18. His black hair is kept very short, and his blue eyes seem to see and know everything. Even through his T-shirts, I can see the washboard stomach. He started working at the company I work at, and I couldn't stop staring. No one knows that I have had sex with both men and women. Anyway, I was very attracted to Paul, and took every opportunity to stare at him, but we didn't work together or talk much. Then, about two weeks ago, I went out to meet some friends at a local bar. We were there for about an hour when Paul and his girlfriend came in. For awhile, they were hot and heavy on the dance floor and I saw Paul throwing back one drink after another. They came over and talked to me and my friends, and Paul even sat down next to me. Just the feel of his leg pressed against mine sent chills through my body. He leaned over to say something about how hot the waitress was, and put his hand on my thigh. I started getting hard in a matter of seconds. They went back to dancing and drinking. I was about to leave after another hour, when I saw Paul and his girlfriend arguing. It looked pretty heated, and I was going to avoid them, but they were near the door. As I got close to them, Paul looked at me. "Fine." he said. "I'll get a ride with someone else." She stared at him for a minute, then stomped out of the door. "You're not leaving yet, are you?" he asked me. "No." I lied. He then asked if I could give him a ride home when I did leave. I couldn't refuse. I almost jumped at him with a yes. So, we went back to the booth and sat down. I had a couple more rum and cokes, and Paul had about five more lemon drops and a few mixed drinks. I finally convinced him he had had enough and it was time to leave. Helping him to walk, I got us to my car. I put him in the passenger seat and went around to the driver's side. I had seen Paul's house before, because it was on the way to my house from work. It was a good thing, because he was out cold. About five miles from his house, he suddenly slumped sideways in the seat, falling over into my lap. At first I tried to get him to sit up, but then I realized his head was just where I would like for it to be. Even if he was facing the wrong direction. I could feel a bulge straining against my jeans. I made it to Paul's house and got him out of the car. I had to put his arm around my shoulders and mine around his waist to get him from the car to his door. I knocked and no one answered. Then I realized that Paul's girlfriend might not have come back here. She might not even live here. I leaned Paul against the house and tried to wake him up. No luck. So, I reached into his pockets for his house keys. I found them in the first pocket I tried, and reluctantly took my hand out. I opened the door and got us inside. There was no sign of anyone else. After I sat Paul on the couch, I went looking for the bedroom. When I found it at the end of the hall, I came back and got him on his feet again. Through all of this his eyes remained closed. I laid him back on the bed and looked at him. He'd probably want his shoes and socks off, I thought. So, I took them off for him. I don't think he'd sleep with his shirt on, I said to myself. I sat him up and slipped the T-shirt off. He didn't even stir. I looked at him again. He had the slightest bit of hair on his chest and the sexiest chest and stomach I have ever seen. Slowly I reached out and unbuttoned his jeans. Nothing. Not a stir. I gently slid the zipper down and stepped back. He would probably rest better without his jeans on, I told myself. I pulled from the bottom and lifted him up slightly. They were off and Paul lay there in just his boxers. I reached out and lay my hand on his crotch. I could feel the heat coming from the other side of the thin fabric. Then, I felt a stir. Paul was still out cold, and snoring slightly, but his prick was moving under my hand. I then went all the way and took off the boxers. There he was. Lying before me, absolutely naked. His cock was beginning to swell. I reached out and lightly stroked it. It jumped up another half inch. When it was done, Paul had about an eight inch dick. All I could think about was sucking him. I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue of the head. My eyes never left his face the whole time. His eyes didn't open. I grew braver and swallowed him. I started working his cock. Gently sucking and licking him, while my head quickly bobbed up and down on his shaft. I felt hands on the back of my head. I stopped, scared that Paul was awake and about to beat the crap out of me. Then I realized Paul was still out, but his hands were pushing my head down on him. He was out, but still must be enjoying it. I started sucking again and took out my aching cock to jerk. Before I knew it, Paul exploded in my mouth. I thought I would choke, but I managed to swallow all of his delicious juice. I stood up, and his hand fell from my head. I looked at his hand lying there for a second. Then, I wrapped his fingers around my shaft and started fucking his hand. After a couple of minutes of furious pumping, I exploded. I wiped up my cum, and licked what had stayed on Paul's hand. I wiped the cum off of my dick, and stuck my finger in Paul's mouth. To my amazement, he started sucking on my finger. I immediately started to get hard again, but figured I had pushed my luck about as far as it would go tonight. I did up my pants and left. As I got into my car, I realized I still had Paul's keys in my pocket. I went back inside and put them on the stand by his bed. As I was walking out of the room, I saw something that shocked the shit out of me. Paul had his boxers back on. I stopped for a second, then kept moving. Paul has never said anything about that night, but he isn't with his girlfriend anymore either. We have been talking about every day now. And today he asked if I was going out to the bar this weekend. I said probably and he asked if I could stop and give him a lift. What am I going to say? No?