Gay Erotic Stories

My partner, Mike, soon recovered from his accident and went back to work. I thought about Kevin and our very hot get-together very often. Normally, when I get with an otherwise straight dude, I will let him call me...I won't bother him. But in this case, I was more than a little concerned about Kevin's apparent agitation as he left my place that morning. I got the impression that he was very nervous, and had a problem with what he let me do.

So one evening, when I was alone at home, I tracked him down and called him. He didn't appreciate that--let me tell you! But I tried my best to calm any fears he might have had.

"That thing we did a few weeks ago," he said, "it will probably never happen again!"

I thought it was odd that he'd say "probably". But he continued: "That just wasn't me. I am totally into women. I was drinking too much on my birthday. You dig?"

I said, "Yeah, I get ya." I figured I'd never see him again. But just to plant a seed, I told Kevin, "But you know, just coming over for some head doesn't make you gay or anything. It just makes you a dude who likes getting a blowjob. And you know, most dudes appreciate a good blowjob now and then!"

Kevin chuckled, but he stayed on the line, so I continued:

"So if you ever decide that you want some good head, with no bullshit, and nothing expected from you in return, just call me, okay?"

Kevin replied: "Okay, but I'm pretty sure I never will." We hung up.

About three weeks later, I'm browsing in the local record store - slash - video rental place, and glance a few aisles over. Who's there but Kevin! Looking good, too...in a numbered football jersey and a sexy pair of tight jeans. He looks up and sees me, and comes over to say 'hi'. We make a little small talk, and before I know it, he's up at the counter with his purchase. After he has paid for his album, he nods my way, smiles briefly, and is gone.

Next morning I'm at work, alone in my studio, and the phone rings. I pick it up. It's Kevin!

"Hey man, can you talk for a couple of minutes?"

"Sure Kevin," I reply.

"Well, over the last couple of weeks, I have decided to admit to myself that I must be bisexual. At least, to the extent that I will let a guy suck me off. I'm pretty comfortable with the idea now. So if you'd like to get together again sometime, I would go for it."

I allowed that I'd go for it, too...so we set a date the following week, when I knew I could be home, Mike would be at work, and Kevin would be available for an hour or two.

That day did not come soon enough for my liking. Kevin was on my mind constantly, and he even called me twice at work. My juices were flowing, and I was ready to pounce on that nice cock of his.

The knock on my door came at almost exactly the time we had agreed on. Kevin was looking fine in a pair of 501s that highlighted his muscular ass, his long legs, and his delectable basket, and a t-shirt that showed-off his nicely developed arms and pecs. He carried a six-pack with him. As it turned out, Kevin had two six-packs...one of beer, the other consisting of his hot, evenly tanned tummy.

I let him in, and he sat on the couch...in the same spot where I'd sucked him dry a few weeks previous. After several minutes of small talk, Kevin made a suggestion:

"Do you still have that porn video we watched that night?"

"No," I replied. "I took that one back. But I rented a new one yesterday, just for you!"

"Why don't you go ahead and pop it in the machine?" So I followed his instructions and soon, there was a beefy guy and a bleached blonde on my TV screen, teasing each other and removing one another’s' clothing. Soon the guy had the woman's left nipple between his fingers, and the other nipple in his mouth, sucking hungrily. Kevin was already leaning back with his legs in front of him, and was gently fondling his cock. I figured I'd better get to work.

I got down on my knees in front of him, and planted my hot mouth on the fabric of his crotch. I caressed his hard prick this way, rubbing my face all over his legs and crotch and chest. Soon, I couldn't take anymore of his being clothed, so I grabbed at the t-shirt and pulled it off of him. I rubbed my hands all over his chest, feeling the heat as it radiated from his skin. Kevin kicked off his sneakers and lay down on the couch, and I began kissing and tonguing his hard abs.

On the screen, the hot guy is pounding the bleached blonde's cunt with about eight inches of Italian salami. She is moaning in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back. I undo Kevin's belt and unbutton his pants, and he slips them down along with his boxers. His cock is angry and red as I bury my face in his crotch, and inhale his manly scent. I can't help myself...I have to get that beautiful dick into my face. I suck it in hungrily. Kevin's legs stiffen, and he pushes up to meet my ravenous throat.

I am sucking with great gusto for a few minutes, and Kevin's breathing becomes heavier. Suddenly, he gently (but firmly) pulls me off of him. He says, "I wanna try some different things."

"Okay," I reply. "What do you want to do?"

"Why don't you go ahead and get out of your pants," Kevin suggests.

"Are you sure you want me to?" I ask, remembering his fit of panic over what we did before.

"Yeah. Go ahead. I've thought it all out, and I'm fine with it."

So I unbutton, unzip, take them off, and toss them onto the nearby easy chair. Kevin is looking me over. He smiles and asks if I'd mind giving him a rim job. "Give it to me, man!" is my reply.

He raises his legs and moves into a position to make my job easier. I delve into his hot ass with my face, and all the power I can put behind my tongue. What a gorgeous ass this man has--a tight, pink, almost hairless pucker! He's so clean, and the scent is hot and manly. I tongue-fuck him for about ten minutes, occasionally moving up to lick his nuts and nibble along his cock, then back down to his asshole. Kevin moans in approval of every move I make. Then:

"Come on up here", Kevin whispers hoarsely. I cock my head to the side, not quite sure of what he means. "I want to try something. Kneel up straight."

When I do, Kevin places his legs up on my shoulders, so that my cock is aimed right at the hot asshole I've been munching. He grabs my prick, and begins to massage it around that tight pucker hole, which is lubricated by my saliva. I don't need to tell you, I was surprised!

"Go ahead and push," Kevin whispers. So I do. And soon, I've slid my entire hardon into his hot, inviting ass. His face is contorted into that familiar pleasure mixed with pain, as he gets accustomed to my hard cock getting past his sphincter and filling his ass. "Go ahead and pump a little," he suggests. He doesn't have to ask twice, before I'm fucking him. His face is turning redder than ever, his teeth in a clenched grin as I gently assault his prostate with my knob. With every in-stroke, Kevin's cock pulsates visibly, and soon there's lots of clear juice oozing from it. Kevin groans, "Oh yeah, fuck me!"

I do.

In a few minutes, I'm reaching the point of no return and I let him know. "I'm gonna come, man!" This just makes him squeeze tighter. As I start to explode, I move my face toward his, hoping to catch his lips and tongue in mine. But he pushes me away. I continued fucking Kevin's virgin ass, until I squirted what felt like a gallon of cum into him. As my prick softened, I let it slip out of him, and we took a couple of minutes to catch our breath.

On screen, a second bleached blonde is getting porked by another stud. Kevin goes into the bathroom for a couple of minutes to take a leak, and to clean himself up a bit. When he comes out, his cock is still purple and rock-hard.

"Man, you'd better let me do something about that!" I said. Kevin laughed, and sat back down on the couch. I quickly enveloped his meat in my mouth and throat, and it was only a half-minute or so before I was lovingly drinking his thick, chewy man juice right from the spigot.

I didn't want to cheat on Mike, so with the next part I post, I'll tell you how we got Mike involved, and made the Kevin thang a regular hot threesome.