Gay Erotic Stories

“does he HAVE to be a virgin?” i wondered. adam looked at me. “if he does, we’re shit out of luck here.” i scanned the bar. “this is a pretty tacky bunch,” i agreed. “monsters everywhere, and very few gods.” “i haven’t seen a god in here for ages.” “for that matter, i haven’t seen god himself in here for a long time either.” “i see god when i’m dancing.” “yeah, well. that’s you.” “you should too.” “i don’t dance as well as you do.” “that’s true.” “bitch.” “you dance fine. in a kind of . . .” “what.” “straight boy kind of way.” “ARRGHHHH!” “i meant it as a compliment.” “did you, now.” “well, no, not really.” we both laughed. “how about him?” “derek?” “is that his name?” “derek, eric, something like that.” “he’s deeply sexy.” “and knows it. that’s not innocent. we need innocence.” “do we?” “what.” “‘innocence’?” “why DO they sacrifice virgins anyway. what’s so special about a virgin? what have they got that i don’t?” “a tight asshole?” “whoa now! if you want to play hardball, honey, just let me know.” “i’m not complaining. i like your ass very much.” “you certainly weren’t bitching LAST friday when that cock of yours was buried up there!” “i know, dear. i’m sorry.” “blow me.” “later, honey.” “of course, ‘honey’.” “give me a kiss.” we kissed. “okay, fine. now back to virgin-hunting.” “i mean, don’t you think that WE have power?” “what are you saying?” “i mean that after all these years we must have built up SOME kind of power. some kind of force. from knowing what we know and having been through what we’ve been through.” “maybe you have. i feel normal.” “i don’t.” “well, no. . . .” i gave him a look. “joe, sweetie,” he said, “i know what you mean. it’s like the quote on that site.” “what quote?” “the whitman.” “‘youth, large, lusty, loving—youth, full of grace, force, fascination—do you know that old age may come after you, with equal grace, force, fascination?’” “you memorized it?” “i might need to impress somebody with it someday. i’ve also memorized the beginning of keats’ ‘endymion’. ‘a thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases . . .’” “stop.” “‘it will never pass into nothingness, but still will keep . . .’” “stop.” “‘a bower quiet for us, and a sleep . . .’” adam put his hand over my mouth. “are you finished?” i looked at him with my big ‘i’m sorry’ expression and nodded. he took his hand away. i continued. “‘a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.’” he looked at me with amusement. “i don’t think i WILL suck your dick tonight.” i put my hand on the front of his crotch. “well, then, i guess i’ll just have to suck yours.” he pushed his crotch forward. “deal.” he moved closer—melting his big deep blue eyes—and pushed his tongue into my mouth. i could feel him getting hard as i massaged his box. “stop,” he mumbled. “we don’t want these people getting the wrong idea.” “what would that be?” i asked as i licked his cheek. “they might think we’re lovers.” “nah. they know we’re not.” “i know that and you know that, but they might not.” “so?” “the virgin, remember? it might scare him away.” “you think?” “maybe. right now i really don’t care. i have other thoughts on my mind.” “like what?” “you want to suck my cock?” “now?” “no. later.” “oh, yeah.” “you want to wrap your lips around that pretty dick of mine and suck on it?” “oh, yeah, baby.” “yeah, i know you do. you want to get down on your knees and take that big dick in your mouth and suck the hell out of it, don’t you.” “fuck, yeah.” adam stepped away. “then go buy me another beer, you fuckin’ whore.” i laughed. and bought him the beer. + + + we went back to his place that night. where i did suck the hell out of his cock. and where he sucked me off too. of course. didn’t you know he was kidding when he said he wouldn’t? afterwards, we were lying around in his bed before going to sleep. “i don’t know if we can find somebody else,” i said. he played with the hair on my chest. “i didn’t say it was going to be easy.” “no. it’s not going to be easy. but do you think it’ll be worth it?” “it’ll be hot.” “well, yeah, it would be hot. but do you think we’ll be able to . . .” “to what?” “i don’t know. to make something happen.” “what are you expecting? the stars to fall down? do you want the earth to split open and demons to appear?” “no, and don’t say things like that. it makes bad vibes.” “i know. i’m sorry.” he sighed. “i know what you mean. i don’t know how to put it either.” “i want SOMETHING to happen.” “something will happen.” “i know. but . . . it kind of bothers me that i don’t know what it will be. i mean, i know we can do it. but i want it to be all good, you know? i don’t want it to be any of this invocation-of-the-dark-force shit.” “maybe we shouldn’t do it in the forest.” “we have to do it in the forest. what, we’re going to do it here in this apartment? i don’t think so.” adam grinned. “so now you’re dissing my apartment?” i kissed him. “no, honey. i just mean that i think we can do it out in the woods and get better results there. all the stuff out there isn’t bad. there’s a lot of primal energy out there and we can tap into it easier than we can here.” “woooooooo, wooooooooo.” i lightly slapped him. “oh, baby,” he cooed. “do that again.” i slapped him harder. his eyes got steely. “harder.” i whalloped him. “fuck!” he spat out. he jumped down onto my cock and ate it. i grabbed his head and facefucked him until i came again. + + + “they never buy anything NEW!” i whined. “the jim dine was new.” “no, it wasn’t. i’ve seen it before. years ago, but i’ve seen it.” “did you come to the samaras show when it was here?” “yes. twice. it was a riot. all those straight people oohing and aahing over sequins and leftover dress pieces.” “now be nice.” “no, never.” “are we done then?” “almost. we have to go down to seven.” “sebastian.” “well, of course. i can’t leave here without looking at him.” as we waited for the elevator, adam considered me. “you know it’s not healthy.” “what?” i knew what was coming. we’d had this discussion before. “he’s so gay.” “and what’s wrong with that?” “no. i mean the martyrdom. he reminds me of those queens who wander down the street at three a.m. singing ‘the man that got away’.” “like me.” “in the first place, my dear, you are not a queen.” “thank you, i think.” he grinned slyly. “but you do sing.” “i sing ‘summertime’! that’s entirely different!” “right.” “anyway, don’t dish queens. if it wasn’t for queens you and i wouldn’t be where we are today.” “which is where?” “standing at an elevator holding hands.” he leaned over and kissed me. “god bless the queens.” “god bless the queens.” + + + on the seventh floor, i knew which room to head for. adam trailed behind, idly studying the altarpieces. “uh-oh,” i said. “what?” he peeked around my shoulder. “somebody’s already got your bench.” “it’s what’s-his-name.” “derek.” “eric.” “whatever. just go on in.” “mmm, not yet. let me just watch him.” “him? i thought you said you weren’t interested.” “i said i thought he was stuck on himself. i didn’t say i wasn’t interested.” “then here’s your chance.” “what?” adam nudged me. “go on.” “no. i can’t.” “why not?” “because.” “because you’re a pussy.” “no. i just can’t.” “pussy. pussssyyyyyyy.” “shhh!” “pooooooh-seeeeeeeee!” “STOP IT!” but he knew how to get me to do anything he wanted. “i dare you.” and that was how. “thank you, jeffrey.” “come on, man. i dare you to talk to him.” “stop.” he looked me straight in the eyes. “i dare you.” i kissed him and went into the room. + + + “hey.” “hello.” i glanced back through the doorway. adam raised his eyebrows. “you like this picture?” i asked. the guy on the bench studied me briefly, then took his gaze back to the item in question. “i don’t know,” he said. “it’s a bit much.” “well, yes. i think maybe one arrow would have done the job.” he laughed. “no, i was referring to the expression on his face. he’s supposed to be a saint. he’s in the grace of god. i think they have him looking like he’s . . . doomed. that’s not right at all.” “maybe the painter didn’t like gay saints.” he looked at me sharply. “i don’t think that’s it. it has to be a gay painter. who else would bother. and you know, all those arrows . . .” “yes.” “well, you know what they’re supposed to be.” i was surprised. i hadn’t expected him to be that bright. “yes.” he smiled. “i wouldn’t be too upset, would you?” “wait,” i said. “let me count them. seven, eight? i could handle that.” he winked at me. “i’m sure you could.” if i had ever wished i could make myself blush on cue, i wanted that ability then. i held out my hand instead. “my name’s joe.” “ethan.” “hi.” “hi.” he looked around. “where’s your boyfriend?” “my boyfriend?” “the blond guy.” “oh. adam. adam’s not my boyfriend.” “he isn’t?” “no. he’s my best friend.” “i thought . . .” “you thought what.” “well, the way you two carry on in the bar . . .” “that’s . . .uhh . . .” “you’re fuckbuddies.” “no, we’re not,” i said impatiently. “we’re best friends.” “ARE you fucking?” i can’t blush on cue, but i did feel my face heating up. “yeah, we do. sometimes.” ethan grinned slyly. “how often?” “a couple of times a week.” he laughed. “sounds like a boyfriend to me!” my face was on fire. “i can’t explain it any better than that,” i stammered. he looked at me. he stood up and kissed me very softly on the lips. “i don’t think you need to,” he whispered. “i’ve got your number.” i stared at him, astounded. i walked over to the door. “adam. come here. there’s someone i want you to meet.” + + + we went back to my place. it was too too hot. maybe because it was our first time with the three of us together. or maybe not. all i know is that it balanced perfectly. of course, that first time we focused on ethan. he was the center of attention. both adam and i spent long minutes sucking on his dick, either separately or together. or one of us kissed him while the other worked his mouth over ethan’s tits. not that ethan didn’t do his share. he liked having two cocks in his mouth. and he liked watching me and adam together. which was the nice part. adam and i still related to each other as we always had. we had never done this kind of thing before, and i had always had it in the back of my mind that i might freak. but i didn’t. and adam didn’t either. i remember looking into his eyes and smiling and he smiled back. it was going to be o.k. we didn’t fuck, that first time. ethan and i beat off on adam’s face while we kissed. then i jerked adam off while he ate out ethan’s ass. + + + it didn’t get to be a frequent thing, not like me and adam, but it happened again. ethan caught on quickly to what my and adam’s relationship was. he understood. and so we understood him. + + + after one of our evenings together, he brought it right out. “you know, i love you two. and what we do here. so don’t be too hard on me with what i’m going to ask you.” we waited. “i’d like to do you separately sometimes.” adam and i looked at each other. he spoke first. “what do you think?” “i don’t know, what do YOU think?” ethan groaned. “oh, god. i’ve done it now!” i patted his head. “no, it’s alright.” i was laying against the headboard, cradling ethan’s body in my arms, and adam was lying with his head on ethan’s stomach. adam began, hesitantly. “you know, i think that as long as nobody hides anything from anybody else . . .” “and as long as you both promise to always tell me the truth . . .” i continued. adam looked at me. “isn’t that what i just said?” “not exactly.” “well, we mean the same thing.” “what i mean is that if i ask you if it’s time for me to go, you’ll tell me.” he looked at me sternly. i could tell ethan was holding his breath. “i will always . . .ALWAYS . . .want you,” he said. “thank you,” i said. “and i will always . . . always . . . love you.” he moved over ethan’s body and kissed me, deeply and passionately. this, of course, brought his cock right over ethan’s face. breaking away from the kiss, i gasped down at ethan. “our answer’s ‘yes’.” and i pushed adam’s butt down until his cock went into ethan’s mouth. + + + so maybe once a week, ethan slept with me, and once a week, ethan slept with adam. and adam and i slept with each other twice a week. the only awkwardness was the first time. not the first time i slept with ethan. but the first time i slept with adam after he and i had both slept with ethan separately. and that didn’t last long. he told me what they had done in bed together and i told him what we had done in bed together and that was that. and then we were all banging each other all together about every three weeks. god, i don’t think any of us even thought about fucking anybody else in the world. well, no, that’s not right, because ethan did. after one of our group sessions i asked him, and he said he still picked up other guys. which only seemed fair. although we were doing what we were doing, adam and i still were a pair of something, god knows what. until ethan made us say it. + + + “you know,” he said. “you two are so in denial.” “what?” “i deny everything,” adam said. “i wasn’t there, nobody saw me, and you can’t prove it anyway.” “what are you talking about?” i asked. “you two are boyfriends,” ethan said. we both groaned. “you ARE,” he insisted. “you just don’t like to admit it because you’re both so scared.” “i’m not scared,” i said. “i’m not scared of anything. oh, except a lighted match.” “and i don’t BLAME you,” adam chuckled. “but i’d face a whole box of them for the chance of getting some brains!” adam was laughing his ass off. “will you two stop!” ethan interjected. “see, you’re changing the subject.” “yeah, so what.” adam got out over his giggles. “suck my dick.” “just did, honey.” “i liked it. do it again.” “and a mighty fine job he did of it, too,” i added. “you boys must have been practicing on your own.” “from what I hear,” adam said, “you’ve been teaching this cheap piece of fuck how to eat ass.” “he’s coming along real nicely,” i leered. “roll over and let him have a shot at yours.” “nah,” adam grunted. “why don’t you do it instead.” about the time my tongue finished licking the butt around his hole and started to really get down to business, ethan got in the last word. “you are boyfriends.” + + + the next time adam and i spent the night together, it came up again. we had done the sex. we were lying together in the dark, his chest to my back, his arm around me. i was holding his hand to my lips when he spoke. “he’s right, you know.” “yeah, i know.” and that was that. + + + did it change things? no and yes. we didn’t make plans to move in together. we discussed it briefly, yes. but it wasn’t important somehow. everything was going so well as it was, that living together wasn’t a real consideration. and it didn’t change things as far as ethan was concerned. we actually discussed this more than our living arrangements. through talking it over we discovered that—surprising to both of us—ethan was not a threat to our relationship. if anything, he was the proof of it. what did worry us was that ethan might see a difference now and leave us. we would have been able to function without him—and at that point we might have seriously considered the living-together option—but the fact was that we were both in love with him. not in the same way we were in love with each other. but adam and i outright said to each other that we each loved ethan and didn’t want to give him up. “you know we have to tell him,” adam said one day. “yes, i know.” “tonight.” “o.k.” + + + we had sex with ethan that night. it took about two hours, like it usually did. i’m sure he sensed something was going on. i could sense something. it was there in the way adam was humping his ass, with hard deep thrusts, like he had never fucked ethan before. it was there in the way i kissed ethan, holding his face between my hands and devouring his mouth. like the first night, we both made him the center of attention. we worked his mouth, his tits, his cock and his ass until he was fucking shouting. and shooting long thick ropes of cum all the way across the bed. “goddamn!” he groaned, after we were done. “what the fuck was that all about!” we waited. until everybody had caught their breath. i just said it. “we’re boyfriends.” ethan rolled over and eyed us amusedly. “yeah, i told you that a month ago.” he lay back down with his arm behind his head. a minute passed. we weren’t above a little mental torture. “oh,” he said. adam and i looked at each other. “and we’re in love with you,” he said. another minute passed. then ethan sat up. there was a smile on his face. “you know, i think i understand. you don’t want me to go.” “NO!” “oh, GOD, no!” adam and i had blurted out our words at the same time. we all three burst out laughing. “fine, fine,” ethan chuckled. “i get it. you two are just going to keep me around as your little fuck toy while you go off to make housey together.” “don’t . . .” i said. “ethan . . .” adam warned. “you’re right, i’m sorry,” he said. “that wasn’t fair. i know what’s what. and i’m o.k., really. i just . . . don’t want to be left out.” so we kissed him, and held him, and then we all went to sleep. + + + i woke up before they did. and i lay there, looking at two men that i loved. and i knew what we should do. when adam woke up, i had my opening line all ready. “boyfriend . . .” “what, boyfriend?” i paused for dramatic effect. “i think we’ve found our virgin.” + + + when we had explained it to ethan, as best we could, he had gotten it right away. + + + we all took the next friday off from work. we figured there would be less people up in the mountains. we left town fairly early, but—by the time we got into the foothills—the morning’s coldness was already fading. adam and i had a fairly good idea of where we were going. we had found a couple of suitable places before, when we had been out hiking. i was the only one who brought anything with me. the cardboard box sat on the front seat between me and adam. although we hadn’t discussed what each of us would do or bring, he knew—i’m sure—what was inside. we were all fairly quiet, lost in our own thoughts. it must have been about ten-thirty or eleven when we pulled off the road and started walking. down over the hill, without paths mostly, but pretty sure what we would find at the bottom. and then there it was. a mountain stream, still being fed by the melting snows. i remembered when adam and i had been here before. he had brought a picnic lunch and we had run around the woods. i had fucked him up against a tree. we looked for a clearing near the stream. it didn’t take much time to find one. we stood there looking at each other. “who’s going to start?” ethan asked. “i am.” i sat the cardboard box on the grass and, kneeling down, took out what had been inside. it was a large cedar case. “hello, darren,” adam said. “what?” ethan asked. “he was my lover,” i said. “oh,” said ethan. i held it there on my lap for a second, feeling its weight. “what do you think? in the water or on the ground?” “you’re the one that knew him best,” adam offered. “i think . . . on the ground. i can see him wanting to be in flowers more than i can see him wanting to rush off to the ocean.” they waited. as i turned away, adam asked, “do you want us to come with you?” “no, thanks. i’ll be back in a minute.” i walked about a hundred feet away. there i found someplace that felt right. it was cool and shady. the earth felt soft and rich beneath my feet. next to a tree there were some columbines growing. i put his ashes around the base of the tree, and around the flowers. it was funny that i was crying because i knew that he wasn’t in the ashes. i knew he was someplace else. i said “goodbye” out loud. halfway back to the others i realized i was still carrying the cedar case. i left it there on the forest floor and kept walking. they were softly talking as i came back into the clearing. i wiped off my face and looked at adam. “your turn,” i said. he waited a second, then took off the silver i.d. bracelet that he always wore. he laid it on the ground and then sat down. he took off his shoes and socks. his jacket, flannel shirt and tshirt followed. he unbuckled his belt and took his pants off. as he straightened up, naked, i could see the way the last remaining chill of the morning made the hairs on his body stand up. his body was long and lean and as pale as a pearl in the bright light of the day. he stood there and we looked at him. “this is it,” he said. “this is all i have.” we both smiled at him. ethan was next. he held out his hands toward each of us. after adam took his right hand and i took his left, adam and i held hands too. ethan closed his eyes for a moment. then he opened them and—raising his face to the sky—spoke. “credo in unum deum, patrem omnipotentem, factorem caeli et terrae, visibilium omnium, et invisibilium. et in unum dominum jesum christum, filium dei unigenitum. et ex patre natum ante omnia saecula: deum de deo, lumen de lumine, deum verum de deo vero. genitum, non factum, consubstantialem patri: per quem omnia facta sunt. qui propter nos homines, et propter nostram salutem descendit de caelis. et incarnatus est de spiritu sancto ex maria virgine: et homo factus est. crucifixus etiam pro nobis: sub pontio pilato passus, et sepultus est. et resurrexit tertia die, secundum scripturas. et ascendit in caelum: sedet ad dexteram patris. et iterum venturus est cum gloria judicare vivos, et mortuos: cujus regni non erit finis. et in spiritum sanctum, dominum, et vivificantem: qui ex patre filioque procedit. qui cum patre et filio simul adoratur, et conglorificatur: qui locutus est per prophetas. et unam, sanctam, catholicam et apostolicam ecclesiam. confiteor unum baptisma in remissionem peccatorum. et exspecto resurrectionem mortuorum. et vitam venturi saeculi. amen. when he had finished, we were all looking up at the sky. we all saw the golden circle rise from us. it lifted slowly and hovered in the air. it stayed there, over our heads, in front of our eyes, long enough. and then it rushed outward in all directions. i never closed my eyes as i felt it flow through me. as my gaze came back down, i saw that adam had a hardon that stuck out like a baseball bat. ethan and i were cracking up, but adam just stood there lazily gazing out through his half-closed eyes. “you know,” he murmured. “you guys really should’ve had your clothes off for that one.” i took mine off then and got on my knees in front of him and sucked his cock. after ethan got his clothes off, i sucked on him too. + + + round and round and round. + + + after we all came, we were lying on the grass. “what was that?” i asked ethan. “what was what?” “what you said.” “the credo?” “i thought so. i recognized the beginning. nice. i hope we don’t all burn in hell now.” adam snuggled up against me. “that won’t happen. there is no hell,” he said. “i know,” i said. “it was a joke.” “hmmm. is this what we have to look forward to from you? bad jokes and early cumming?” “hey! i just came FIRST! somebody has to!” “yeah, well, i suppose.” “ethan?” “yes, joe?” “how about—next time—we make this son-of-a-bitch come first?” “and how are we going to do that, joe?” “i’m not sure. we’ll talk about it.” “okey dokey.” “this sounds fine to me. two men plotting about how they’re going to make me shoot my wad.” “we are going to work you over, man. we are going to tie you down and jerk your dick until you fuckin’ beg for us to let you come.” “ooh, daddy.” “daddies.” “growwllllllll. i can’t wait. look what you two are doing to me already.” “yeah, i can see. you want to take care of that, ethan?” “my pleasure. get ready, you big stud. i’m going to suck your cock.” i was holding adam tightly in my arms when he blew his load all over ethan’s face.