Gay Erotic Stories

When I was at UNI, there was one of my housemates that I really fancied. His name was Dave and he was absolutely gorgeous. He had slightly tanned skin, dark hair was 6’0” tall and was slim but had muscles. I used to find myself fantasizing about him sometimes before I fell asleep and this always took me by surprise. I was turning 20 and had never thought of myself as gay. I had had one gay experience two years before and had enjoyed it but the thought of doing it again was, strangely, a big turn-off. I had certainly never thought of Dave in any way other than one of my good friends.

One day in mid-winter, Dave and I went down to the gym for our workouts which we do 3 times a week. The gym was only 5 minutes walk away but it was so cold that by the time we got there we decided to go to the sauna to warm up. Dave got changed in the cubicle next to me. I was just putting my things on when I noticed there was quite a large gap under the cubicle walls separating us. I carefully squatted down and found that by just kneeling I could see up to Dave’s knees. He was facing the other way so I bravely crouched down as far as I could. For about 5 seconds I just stared at Dave’s beautiful arse. It was almost perfectly curved and only lightly covered with hair. Then I noticed Dave was about to bend slightly to put on his swim shorts so I hastily got up and rearranged myself so my 8.5” boner was hidden from view. Later, when we got back, I jerked off whilst having a shower, still unable to believe I was sexually attracted to Dave.

My previous gay sexual experience had been with a guy who had been eyeing me up in one of the local pubs. I am black, 6’4”, toned and attractive. Curious, I met up with him later and he sucked me off and I sucked him. I enjoyed it at the time but looking back I only felt disgust.

Anyway I still secretly fantasized about Dave but never did anything about it. In fact, in order to quell my feelings for him and to make sure no one ever found out, I started giving him the ‘Cold Treatment’. I wasn’t overtly rude or nasty to him. What I would do was stay away from him and make sure we never really spoke much. I started going to the gym on different days. Dave’s room was downstairs and slightly isolated from the rest of the house as it was part of the extension. My room was upstairs so I stopped going near his room. I had an excuse, as I never needed to go there. I was always perfectly polite when we did bump into each other. I stopped telling him jokes and fooling around and instead would talk about trivial things like when you do when you talk to someone you don’t know very well. I always acted friendly but distant.

I hated what I was doing – I felt like some sort of lovesick woman – but I felt it was necessary for both our sakes. I didn’t want him to find out about me then reject me, and I thought if I could become less friendly, I would work him out of my system and stop lusting after him. It’s weird but the thought of doing anything sexual with any other guy made me feel ill, it was only Dave who turned me on. I used to masturbate twice a day just thinking about him.

Well, it took a while but Dave finally cottoned on to the fact that we hadn’t really talked in about 3 months and we hadn’t gone out to pubs and clubs together for ages. Sometimes he would come up to my room and try to talk. However, I would pretend to be immersed in work so that he never stayed long. At least, I thought, I’m guaranteed to pass this year with the amount of work I’ve been doing. I knew that Dave was talking to my other housemates about me and wondering if I was angry with him for some reason. Whenever my other friends asked if I didn’t like him for some reason I always reacted with surprise. They couldn’t pin me down because I was always perfectly nice to him. I just said I’d been busy lately and hadn’t really noticed a change in our relationship. They would counter by saying that they saw enough of me. I just said that it was just coincidence that Dave and I didn’t see each other that often and so they left me alone.

Things finally came to a head on the day of our departmental ball. We had it at the International Convention Centre and afterwards I had booked a specially discounted room at the very expensive Hyatt Hotel just over the road. I was really looking forward to the ball; I had a date and was planning on fulfilling one of my dreams--to take a beautiful girl back to an expensive hotel room and screw her all night. As it was, things turned out a little differently.

At the ball, I sat at a table with 10 of us. Dave was positioned 3 seats away from me, too far away to chat so I managed to avoid him at dinner. When the after-dinner entertainment started, I whisked my date away for a few dances then we explored the whole building going to the casino and a chill-out room amongst other places. Sometimes I would catch Dave looking around for me but I always managed to stay out of his way. At one point, around 10:00 pm, we did bump into each other. Luckily we were next to some loudspeakers and even though I knew perfectly well that he was mouthing, “Why won’t you speak to me?” I pretended not to hear and then ‘caught sight’ of another friend and went to talk to him.

At last, 2:00 am rolled around. I smiled a seductive smile at my date who blushed. I had never felt so horny. At that moment Dave reeled up and I could see, and smell, that he was blinding drunk. He was swaying so much I thought he was going to fall. I caught him before he did and, with my date helping we carried him to a taxi. The taxi driver refused point-blank to take him home by himself and so, after lots of hair-tearing, I decided to take him up to my hotel room (I wasn’t going to let my ₤100 go to waste). Once in my room, Dave collapsed on the bed and started to snore. I looked at him in disgust and then finally had to awkwardly apologise to my date about him. She was really good about it and we promised to meet up later. I saw her to a cab and then went back up to the room.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Dave sitting up and waiting for me, looking about as drunk as my teetotalling mother.

“What the fuck d’you think you’re doing?!” I roared.

“I wanted to talk to you so I splashed alcohol on my clothes and pretended to be drunk”, said Dave calmly.

“Couldn’t it wait?” I yelled.

“No”, he said. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for months and you’ve totally avoided me. I just want to know what is going on.”

I was so angry at my dream being ruined that I couldn’t help myself. “You want to know what’s going on?! I’ll tell you! For 4 months I have fantasized about fucking you almost continuously and it’s really pissing me off. I thought if I could stay away from you I could stop lusting after you. It would have been the best thing for both of us. I didn’t want you to find out but you managed to fuck that up. I also wanted to have all night long passionate sex with my date, one of my lifelong dreams, but you fucked that up too. I didn’t have a wank or any other sexual release for a week because I was saving myself for tonight. Thanks for ruining my whole evening!” I yelled all this at him and watched as his face changed from concern to shock and then cracked into a wide grin.

“Well”, he said softly, “let me try to make up for some of my crimes” and with that he grabbed me, threw me on the bed and then shoved his tongue between my lips!

I was so surprised I pushed him off and asked him if he knew what he was doing. He replied that he did and suggested I lie there and enjoy it – so I did! He clamped his mouth back against mine and thrust his tongue so far into my mouth I thought it would enter my stomach. All this time our bodies were pressed together and I could feel his meat straining against his tight trousers.

I broke away and stripped in about 3 seconds flat. Without a word, Dave dived down towards my dick, which was harder than it had ever been before. He slowly licked away the precum and then deep throated me with amazing ease. He hadn’t been sucking long before I was on the verge of cumming and so he rested whilst I took off all his clothes and then put his 8” hard-on into my mouth. It tasted so good that I almost went into delirium.

After a few minutes of this Dave whispered that he wanted me to fuck him hard. I was only too willing to oblige. I was just slipping a condom out of the packet when he whispered that he wanted me to be ‘uncovered’. I hesitated but then slowly entered him from behind. At first he groaned with pain, then started gasping with pleasure as I rubbed against his prostate. At this point I was feeling blinded with sensations especially the one of imminent ejaculation in my dick and I came with such force that cum spurted out of his arse, all over the bed sheets and onto the floor. I also let out a groan so loud that I was worried we would wake up the other guests!

When I had finished Dave started to jack himself off. I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He didn’t answer, just turned me onto my back and spread my legs so that we were facing each other. He entered me slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until the pain turned to pleasure. When I groaned for him to fuck me, he obliged with enthusiasm and rode me faster and faster until he moaned that he was going to cum. At this point I caught sight of our reflections in a mirror and could see Dave’s arse pounding away nineteen to the dozen. Nothing turns me on more than a gorgeous arse and as Dave came inside me, almost crying with pleasure, I also came once more over our chests.

After this breathless exchange I sat up and kissed Dave as his dick slowly softened and slid out of me. I decided that we needed a shower. When we got to the bathroom we found something much better – a Jacuzzi. We had great sex in the Jacuzzi twice and then twice more on the bed. We even had a bit of ‘rough’ sex as we just grabbed each other and I fucked Dave hard as we rolled around the whole room. By the time 10:00 am came round, I had come 11 times. A new record for me!

I only had the room till 2:00 pm and so we checked out in the afternoon. The receptionist must have wondered why we looked so tired but kept grinning. We got home and went to our separate rooms to sleep.

I woke up at about 8:00 am the next morning wondering why I felt so happy. Then there was a knock at my door. It was Dave of course. He came in and we had sex again but this time quietly so that we wouldn’t disturb our other housemates. It was amazing!