Gay Erotic Stories

In 1983, my partner Mike (who I'm still with! Over 25 years now) was hospitalized for a few days following an auto accident. He had the presence of mind to ask his doctor to place a note on his chart, that I--as his "spouse"--was to have all-hours access to see him.

At around 2 AM the second night, I was awakened by the telephone. Not a sound you want to hear in the middle of the night under any circumstances, but especially when a loved one is lying in hospital, right? I jumped up and bounded out into the living room to answer it. On the other end was a young man who sounded at least slightly inebriated: "Hi, Dave? You don’t know me. This is Kevin, the second-shift security guard at the hospital..."

Startled, I interrupted: "Is Mike all right?"

"Oh he's fine. I'm sorry to startle you, and I’m really sorry to call at this hour. But I've been kind of curious about a couple of things, and I wonder if it would be OK if I were to come over and talk with you about Mike for a little while."

I was nonplussed, but after several seconds, I replied, "Well, I guess it's OK. But when you get here; you'll have to hold up your ID at the peep-hole, so I can decide whether I'm going to let you in." Kevin agreed, so I gave him the address. About ten minutes later, he arrived. I actually recognized him, because I had given him a good looking-over the previous evening at the hospital! He sure looked good in his uniform. About 5'10", stocky build, very Irish with wavy light-brown hair and blue-green eyes. And he was just as sexy, outside my door, in a mid-length football jersey and a tight pair of Levis. I opened the door and invited him to sit down.

Indeed, Kevin had had a couple of beers, and was pretty well loosened up. He did ask a few questions about Mike, and how he had been injured. Then, the conversation turned to various other subjects, including his live-in girlfriend. I still wasn't absolutely sure why Kevin was really there, but after an hour or so of chitchat, I found that he and I were getting along really well, and laughing a lot. I also found out that the previous day was his 23rd birthday, and that the sexy clothes he was wearing were actually birthday gifts.

My normal getting-up time back then was 4 AM (Yaaawwwn! I'm glad I don't have ‘that’ job anymore!), and I told Kevin that he was welcome to hang out or get some sleep on the couch if he so desired, while I got myself showered and shaved. He noticed the VCR on top of the TV (not everyone had one back then), and asked if I had anything he could watch while he waited. I replied, "Sure! I have a few movies... bunch of TV shows...and even a little bit of porn."

Kevin jumped on that one: "Cool! Why don't you stick one of those in the machine!"

I thought for a second, and decided I'd better ask his porn preference: "Would you rather see one with all guys, or guys and girls fucking, or all girls?" He replied that he preferred either hetero porn, or all girls. So I put in a straight fuck flick, and headed for the shower.

I washed and shaved as quickly as I could, and when I stepped out of the bathroom, the video was at my favorite part: A cute female dance instructor was giving lessons to a very hot, longhaired young Italian stud, who wasn't quite getting it. Frustrated, she stripped him down to his shorts, began rubbing his crotch, and told him to "just let go...ya gotta move your body just like you're fuckin' somebody." He got it then!

I began teasing Kevin good-naturedly, "You didn't go touchin' yourself while I was in there, did ya?"

"Nope", he replied.

I glanced at his crotch, and he was sporting a very obvious hardon. "Good thing you're wearing those new jeans you got for your birthday, huh?"

"Why's that?" Kevin asked.

"Because", I replied, "If you were wearing old, worn-out pants, you probably would have busted through 'em by now!" He laughed. I headed for the kitchen to get him another can of brew.

The dance instructor had now dropped to her knees, and had slipped the student's shorts down to his knees. She's tonguing and sucking his sweet looking cock, and I decided to make my move.

"She's doing a nice job, isn't she?" I asked.

Kevin says, "Yeah, she sure is!"

"When was the last time you had a decent blowjob?" I teased.

"Well, I can honestly say, I've never had a real good blowjob." Kevin confessed.

"Really!" I exclaimed. He sheepishly shrugged. I waited a few beats, and then continued, "Do you think you might like one now?"

About two seconds passed, and Kevin asked, "What -- Do you want to give me one?"

I said, "Sure!"

He said, "Okay!"

Kevin stood up and undid his pants, pulling them and his briefs just down to his knees. He sat back down. His cock remained standing. It wasn't real big, just about 5.5 inches, but it was very perfectly shaped with its mushroom head--real suckable!

A long string of precum stretched from the slit to his thigh. He started to remove it, but I grabbed his hand, took the glistening mass in my mouth, and tried to suck it in like a strand of spaghetti. I then buried my face in his crotch and inhaled the manly scent, as I flicked my tongue around his cock and balls. Kevin's breathing became audible, and he sucked down a couple more gulps of beer. I sucked down that sweet, delicious cock.

Kevin placed a friendly hand on my shoulder, and gently pumped his hips while I worked to drain his nuts. I reached up to massage his nipples, which were nice and hard, but he moved my hand away. So I kept my hands in motion around his crotch, caressing his pubes and his rocks while I made like a Hoover on that man-tool.

The couple on screen was fucking each other really hard and fast, and as the guy began to shoot his wad, Kevin's cock became more and more difficult to suck. As he pumped his prick into my face, he took both hands, placed them behind my head, and pushed me all the way down on it. As he dumped his huge load into my mouth and throat, I thought I was going to drown! I even choked a bit, but was determined not to stop...and not to lose any of that sweet, salty nectar.

Finally, Kevin's groans came less and less, and I eased the last drops from his nuts through his delicious cock. I savored the flavor as long as I could, but Kevin jumped up and got dressed, seemingly pretty agitated...and maybe suddenly a bit guilty. I'd had the same thing happen with straight guys before, and I've seen it a couple of times since.

More about Kevin when I get time to write!