Gay Erotic Stories

I had just gotten home from work; I checked my messages on my answering machine. My best friend Chris had left me an urgent message; he wanted me to call him back as soon as I got home. He sounded out of breath and somewhat nervous on the message, which was unusual for him. I had never known Chris to be nervous about anything; he was just the kind of guy who always seemed confident and sure of himself.

I finished checking my messages and called him back. His roommate said he had just stepped out and didn’t say where he was going. I decided to call him on his cell phone when my doorbell rang. I answered and there was Chris. He had called my office and my secretary had told him that I was already gone for the day so he decided to come and meet me at my apartment. I invited him in, and offered something to drink, and he accepted a coffee.

I had been working long hours all week and since this was a Friday, my apartment was predictably a huge mess, unwashed dishes in the sink, laundry overflowing from the laundry basket with more clothes strewn throughout the apartment where they fell as I undressed at night. I apologized for the mess and tried to keep him in the kitchen while I darted in and out of other rooms trying to do a quick clean up job. I had a feeling he’d be here late so I cleaned up the living room first, then the bathroom, then the bedroom just in case he decided to spend the night.

After we had talking for a while, catching up on the things that had happened since we last got together, he told me he had just broken up with his boyfriend again, I was trying to remember if it was the fifth or sixth time now. He must’ve seen the “here we go again” expression on my face because he promptly said that this time it was for good. He had caught his boyfriend in bed with a much younger guy and finally decided that it was time he stopped ignoring the obvious and come to terms with the fact that his boyfriend would never feel for Chris the way Chris felt for him. Of course, I had told him this on many occasions prior to this night, but Chris is the kind of guy who needs to understand things by himself, no matter how many people might try to make him understand.

I was somewhat relieved, but also knew that I had heard this story before and that Chris would probably go back running to his ex in less than a week. After Chris finished his coffee, I told him to help himself to a beer in the fridge. He grabbed one for himself and also one for me and brought it to me in the bedroom, where I was currently trying to stuff as much dirty clothes in my closet and under my bed where it wouldn’t be seen by a casual observer.

When I took the beer from Chris, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him and proceeded to give me a very hard and passionate kiss. I had been lusting after Chris since about two minutes after I met him at work a few years ago. When he finally let go of me, he told me that he knew that I had a crush on him and that every time he broke up with his boyfriend, he always knew that I would be there to support him and to tell him what he most needed to hear, even when it wasn’t the nicest thing to say.

This time it was my turn to kiss him, I must’ve completely lost track of time and space during that kiss, because when I finally broke off the kiss, we were half naked and he was lying on top of me in bed, both our beers were on the dresser. I had kissed and been kissed before, but this kiss was just incredible, there are no words to adequately describe it.

Before I knew what was happening, he was unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants and underwear. Then he proceeded to take off the remainder of his own clothes and lay back down on top of me and started kissing my neck, my ears, my eyes, my nose and finally on the lips. They were tender kisses; it was as if he was making love to me with kisses. While he was kissing me, he was rubbing his hands all over my body, first on my neck, down my shoulders, down my arms and then back up to my shoulders again. Then he brought his hands to my nipples where he started pinching them lightly, just enough to enough the pleasure of the kisses.

While he was exploring my body with his hands, I was exploring his body with mine, at least as far as they could reach, which was right below his butt, which I gave a generous squeezing. I spread my legs wider so that our crotches could get better acquainted with each other.

He started grinding his cock against mine and I could feel his getting harder by the second. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer; I flipped him over and saddled his thighs. I pinched his nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, then slid down lower on his legs and took each nipple into my mouth, first the right one, then the left one, biting down on them lightly, making him gasp. I then went back up and kissed him the same way he had kissed me, first the neck, the ears, the eyes and finally on the lips. I broke off the kiss and started kissing him first on the neck, then the nipples, then in a zig-zap line to his navel and finally down to his cock.

I took my time when I got to his cock; I wanted to savor the moment and his excitement. First I lifted his cock and took each testicle in my mouth, sucking on them gently, so as not to hurt him. He spread his legs a bit to give me more room to maneuver. Finally when I sensed that he couldn’t take it anymore, I took his cook in my mouth. He must’ve enjoyed it because a few minutes later, he breathed between gasps that he was about to cum. I continued to suck on his cock and swallowed every drop that came out.

He told me not to swallow, but instead to kiss him. I let his cock slip out between my lips and went up and kissed him, he sucked his own cum from my mouth and swallowed it. I lay next to him and rested my hand on his chest. I could feel his hard beating, slowing down to a normal rhythm. I looked up into his face; he had his eyes closed with an expression on his face that couldn’t have been anything but great contentment.