Gay Erotic Stories

Let me start over. My name is Richard… Richard Rubre (Pronounced Rub-er)… Just call me Dick. My parents were of the hippie variety — I think too much pot during their teen years made them a touch perverse — and they wonder why they ended up with a gay son. I’m a senior at a state university studying theater arts. I’m 6 foot, 175 lbs, blond hair, blue eyes, and… yeah.. I’m pretty well endowed.

So I was working on a design project when he wandered into my section of the study room. I’m a dress for comfort kind of guy, and this guy? This guy was total prep/jock. My mouth was wide open for the amount of hot this guy was. Tonight apparently was a busy night for studying, as most of the tables were already full. He searched for a bit till he noticed that there was room at the other end of the table that I was sitting at. He smiled at me as he sat down. I noticed he was packing a semi through the mesh shorts he was wearing. I smiled back at him. We sat there, smiling at each other for a few minutes till I turned back to my books. He was hot, but I needed to get ahead in my work. That lasted for the whole of five seconds. I turned back to him, he was studying now. That’s fine… I watched him, as he sucked on his bottom lip. I knew that by the end of the night that wouldn’t be the only thing he was sucking. Looking up, he noticed me watching him. He smiled again, and started to rub his crotch under the table. I grabbed my books and packed up to leave. I passed by him, stopping to tell him to follow me.

I made my way down into the stacks of the library. When I turned around I saw he was following close behind. I introduced myself, and he said his name was Ryan. He mumbled that he had never done anything like this before. The hell he hadn’t. I told him that it was all right; I just wanted to make sure that he was taking proper care of himself.

He was confused… then asked if I was pre-med. I said of course. I never claimed to tell the truth after all. I knelt down, and lowered his shorts. I gently took his now rigid member into my mouth and began to massage it with my tongue. He quietly moaned as I went to work at the head, licking it, letting my tongue flutter all around it.

I moved down to his balls, which hung a bit further down than mine own, truth be told, and nibbled at them, causing my new-found study buddy to quiver. I rolled one, then the other around in my mouth. He seemed to like that. I reached my hand back around his backside and started to work my way towards his tight pucker. While deep throating him, I slowly worked one finger into his hole. A deep intake of his breath told me that this was a new experience for him. I found my way to his prostate and tickled it as best as I could with my finger. This proved to be too much for him. His balls drew up tightly and he shot like a cannon into my mouth. Six streams all, very powerful. Sweet, yet salty. Seeing that someone was working their way back to where we were, I quickly jumped up, pulling his shorts up as I did so, and told him to come back to my room… Where more fun awaited us…

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