Gay Erotic Stories

Pete

All I could do was stare at his crotch. It was a mountainous bulge against the stretching denim. I was so turned on. I had been watching his crotch for thirty minutes: watching the head of his penis slide further and further down towards his knees. I was held in rapt attention.

“ You want some of this, don’t you? You can have it if you know how to ask for it.”

“Gerald, are you okay?”

“Yeah Pete I’m fine, I just had…”

We had just finished our eighth beers. We were out celebrating my twenty-third birthday. Peter was a good friend, but there always seemed to be this sexual tension between us, beneath the surface of our conversations. Always this sexual innuendo, that was always running wild through conversations, when we expected it, but very often when we least expected it. I loved it, but sometimes I think it was…

“…a lit bit too much. Sorry, but you knew I was a lightweight. But you, on the other hand, take everything in stride, don’t cha? I think maybe I need to go home, or at least some lace that not so well populated.”

“Well, we really should call a cab, but we can just leave the car here, and walk to my apartment. You think you can handle me for a block or two?”

“I can handle you anytime, anyplace. I know all of you’re weak spots. Can you handle me, for a block…or so?”

The words were stumbling over my lip and sliding across the floor. I was really drunk. It was nothing new; me being shit faced first. Pete was 6 feet and 180 lbs of solid muscle and sinews. I was 140 and shaped like an anorexic cheerleader, minus the boobs. Pete had biceps like Thor and a six-pack that screamed sexy every time he took his shirt off. I was svelte and lanky, at 5’10.

“No problem, loose lips. Do you wanna crash at my place?”

“Sure.”

We arrived at Pete’s apartment relatively quickly. The air was brisk. I watched the cars streaming through the intersections. The world was starting to gyrate and spin. I leaned against Pete for support. He felt secure and stable.

Pete’s apartment was immaculate and beautiful. He had his black and white prints on the walls, stunningly beautiful shots of landscapes from his adventures around the world. Everything was color coordinated down to the throw pillows. Pete’s girlfriend spent weeks decorating it for him.

I instinctively headed for the comfy couch I usually crashed on. It was oversized and soft. I had crashed onto it on more than a couple occasions.

“ Do you want some blankets and stuff?”

“Sure.”

I felt the comfort of the couch pressing against me. I felt the slight pressure of the blanket Pete laid across me. I felt as if I had sunk into heaven. I heard a slight beep as the TV flicked on.

“Do you mind if I watch a little TV for a little while?”

”It’s cool.”

I drifted off to sleep amidst the sound of roars and yelps, probably Animal Planet. I awoke, awhile later to a strange sound. It was as if someone was playing with their milk in middle school.”

“You want a hit?”

I sleepily sat up, staring at the bong on the table. I took a deep hit, and felt my body quiver. I felt as if my eyes would pop out as I coughed.

“ Take it easy man. This is really good shit. You gag anymore and I’ll think you’re a novice. Don’t suck so hard.”

I simply nodded my head and passed out.

I was having a highly erotic dream. Pete had stripped naked and was teasing me with his cock. It was thick and long. It looked so delicious. I reached for it and he pulled it away. I begged for it.

I awoke to something pressing against my lips. The room was hazy with smoke and the bluish light from the television. I grabbed the bong, but something felt wrong. I put my lips against it and reached for the lighter. I opened my eyes a little wider and searched for it. The bong and the lighter sat side by side on the table. I looked up and realized that I was still at least half-asleep.

“Suck it for me. You know you want it. You were just begging me for it.”

I opened my mouth instinctively. Pete’s cock slid into my mouth. I sucked the precum from the juicy head. It was salty and slick. As Pete slid his cock slowly forward, the thickness stretched my mouth wide.

“Yeah, that’s it. Suck it you fucking cocksucker. I knew you wanted it.”

I bobbed my head up and down the engorged cock going in and out of my mouth. I gripped it firmly at the root. I was thick and long. I bobbed deeper and deeper. It hit the back of my throat and I gagged. Pete incessantly pushed inch after inch into my hot sucking mouth. I gulped down the tangy oozing precum on my tongue. I swirled my tongue around the head and tickled it at the spot right underneath the head.

“Fucking hell, keep doing that! Joan never does it like this. You’re the best. Fucking suck my dick!”

I grabbed his balls and slowly kneaded them. My tongue was rubbing the underside of his fat head while I slid up and down the thick shaft. Pete started to pump his hips into my face, his fat cock throbbing with every thrust.

“Faster!” he commanded. I slid down his prick as far as I could handle. I felt his hand reached behind my head and guide me further down. I managed to finally relax my throat and Pete slipped all the way into my throat.

“Fuuuuuck yeah! Take it all the way. Faster!”

Pete began to fuck my mouth. His balls were bouncing up and down against my shin with every thrust. I was in heaven.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh shit, I’m gonna cum!” he yelled as volley after volley began blasting against my throat. I slipped my mouth up to the very tip of his cock, and sucked every last drop of jizz from his cock.

Pete pulled his softening cock from my aching jaw and mouth. I gave one last relishing suck and let it fall out. Pete grabbed his cock by the root and slapped it back and forth over my cheeks. I licked his weighty nut-sack and sucked each of his testicles into my mouth for a loving bath.

“Dude you got it all, ease up!”

I released his flesh and contemplated where the dream might go next. I had wanted this so long and couldn’t wait until I had a taste of the real thing.

I had this strange feeling that something was…off. I awoke and stared at the clock, 10:00 am. It looked odd and unfamiliar. My head throbbed and I pushed my face beneath the pillows; wondering, when did Pete drive me home? As my hands stretched across the sheets they made contact with skin.

“About time you woke up.”

Pete was sitting up in his bed, reading a magazine. His shirt was off, revealing a powerful chest, with just a subtle suggestion of hair in the middle. His dime-sized nipples were pointed and erect. His happy trail began just above the line of the sheets, but I could tell he had a morning wood.

“Dude, I had the most incredible dream last night. When did I end up in your bed?”

“About 4 am. My roomie came home with a guest. I looked and you were humping the couch like a wild man at the carnival,” he smirked. “I made you get up and get in my bed.”

I was more than a little ashamed. Not only had Pete seen my behaving scandalously, but also his roommate Dave and someone unknown had seen it too.

“ Leave it to me to make a drunken ass outta myself, even while asleep,” I groaned.

“Oh yeah, you said some…interesting things in your sleep,” Pete replied with a wicked looking smirk on his face.

I cringed at the thought of what had slipped out of my mouth unknowingly in the night. “What did I say?”

“’Fuck me Pete, fuck me…deeper…harder…faster. Just let me suck it a little more’ It was all very tempting. You were humping the bed and pillows, moaning. Dave probably thinks I’m gay the way you were carrying on.”

“ I…I…I’m sorry dude. It was the booze and the pot. I was so horny. I kept dreaming I was…doing stuff with you. It wasn’t intentional, ” I sobbed, as I was on the verge of tears. “I promise…”

“Dude! knock it off. After that blowjob you gave me last night, I’ll make sure you always crash in my bed. You were sucking and slurping on my dick like there was no tomorrow. I had to fight you off after I blew my load. Your mouth was golden though. I was actually hoping maybe, you’d be up for a fuck.”

I didn’t have time to respond before Pete was over top of me grind his crotch into mine. I gripped the sheets and moaned. He kissed me, prying my lips open and sucked on my tongue. He twisted my nipples and ground himself harder onto my crotch.

“But…But…but what about Janna?”

“What about her, is she here? Suck on this!”

Pete stuck his finger in my mouth and I gave in to my desires. This was exactly what I had been wanting for so long. He played with my tongue, gripping it and pulling, and began pushing his fingers in and out of my lips. With his other hand, he pulled the sheets from off us. He was already naked. My briefs were soaked. I helped him pull them off.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth and moved until we were in a 69 position. His cock was massive. If I was half-awake during that dream last night, I should have known I was in for it. His cock was thickest in the middle, and the head was red and slick. It had to be at least 7 inches long and 2.5 inches thick in the center. I lunged for it with my mouth and swallowed it. Pete moaned with delight. I felt his fingers burrowing into my crack, his finger trailing my own saliva all over my ass. He found my hole and slowly pressed one finger in. He swirled it around and around. I moaned around his dick as he spit on my hole and slid another finger in. He started roughly fingering my hole using the same rhythm his cock thrust in and out of my throat. His finger made gentle popping noises as he removed them from out from my moist and loosened chute.

“You ready?”

“Ughhhhhmmmm!”

Pete maneuvered our bodies until he loomed over me, holding my knees against my chest, with his cock sliding up and down over my hole. “You want it? Beg for it!”

“Fuck me, fuck me hard. Give it to me. Stuff your big dick up my…”

He pressed his cock against my hole and pushed roughly. My back began to arch and Pete pressed more firmly on my thighs. Three inches or so of his cock tunneled its way into my ass. It burned and ached something fierce.

“Fucking give it to me. Please,” I gasped.

Instead, Pete began pulling his cock out. “You’re too tight, you’re gonna break my dick off!” he complained.

I looked into his eyes and started crying, begging him to fuck me. I wanted it like I had wanted nothing so much before. Pete gave me a sad smile and shook his head no. I felt like I was dying.

Suddenly Pete’s buried his cock deep in my ass, with one thrust. He began fucking me with long, fast strokes. As he thrust his hips forward I felt his balls slapping my ass. All the pain, pleasure, and confusion swirled around inside me.

Pete pulled out so far, his dick popped out of my ass. He jabbed it back in and with quick thrusts began drilling my ass. He twisted my nipples and started nibbling on my neck.

“Fuck…ughhh, deeper, deeper!”

Pete leaned forward, pulled my legs wider and then behind his hips, and pressed down on the bed. I saw stars as dove into my ass with all of his weight focused on his dick. I screamed and yelled and begged for more, “Harder…Harder!!!”

The headboard struck the wall viciously as Pete pounded away at my ass, growling and pouring sweat. I heard the sounds of picture frames hitting the floor. The bed itself began to jump off the floor.

“Faster Fasterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

Pete grabbed my dick with both hands and stroked me as he fucked my ass like a jackhammer. I knew I couldn’t last much longer. ”I’m gonna cum!” I hissed. I shot jizz onto the wall behind my head, onto the pillows, on my face and on Pete’s chin.

“You’re ass is sucking my dick, feels so good. I’m gonna come, get ready for it,” Pete warned. Pete thrust in as deep as he could go, and moaned as his dick shot my ass full of cum. I could feel it oozing and swirling out around his dick, as he continued to fuck me with his now deflating dick.

“That was the best fuck scene I’ve ever seen,” a voice said. Pete and I both turned our heads in confused shock. At the foot of the bed stood Dave, stroking his tool. “Can I get some of that ass next time?”

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