Gay Erotic Stories

I don't know for certain what my sexual orientation is, but I had an experience with a college roommate that some would say makes me bisexual. I don't really care what you choose to call it. It happened. It was enjoyable.

Brett and I were roommates by chance. I did not know him before we moved into the room that Fall. We were both studying engineering. We got along well, and found that we had a lot of interests in common.

Living in a college dorm means seeing a lot of bare ass from time to time, daily in fact. And I had seen Brett nude often. Brett was about my height and weight, was well put together although not a true muscle man. His equipment looked very average, just like mine. I had enjoyed a few moments fantasizing about him as I saw him bare, and wondered what kind of person he might be in a sexual situation. I would find out.

That first evening, Brett and I were studying, and after two hours of that, we both put down the books about the same time. Brett stood up from his desk and stretched. He was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else. He grabbed his latest issue of a girly skin magazine and flopped down on his bed. Opening the mag, he began reading, or rather looking.

I got up from my books, also clad in my boxers, and picked up a study manual I had borrowed from a fellow several doors down the hallway with the intent to return it to him. I walked the few yards down the hall and found the student to whom the book belonged and returned it to him. We chatted for some minutes about this and that. Saying 'Thanks' once again, I returned to the room.

As I entered our room, I looked at Brett and saw that he had his fist around a full erection with the skin mag in front of his face. He looked over the top of the mag, then lowered it and grinned. "Ooops !" he said. But he made no effort to conceal the hard dick in his hand. "You don't mind do you?" he asked.

I laughed and said something like, "Hey...you gotta do it from time to time."

Then came the shocker. He turned his head toward me and looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Would 'ja be a real Buddy and rub my dick for me?" I hesitated a moment, and looked him in the eyes. His unflinching gaze told me he was serious. I walked back to the door, closed it and locked it. I then walked to his bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. Brett, in one move, slid his boxers completely off and lay there with the magazine in one hand and his dick in the other. He let go of his prick and looked at me.

Not having held another man's dick before, but knowing if it felt good for me it would feel good for him, I simply reached down and put my hand around a warm hard dick. The moment I touched him, his stomach muscles jerked and hardened. The skin of his penis was stretched taut over the hard under-flesh. As I held it and tipped it toward my face, I could see that the hole in the end of his dick was already filled with the clear slippery fluid that made entry into a hole easier. Clasping the shaft of his dick with my fingers, I rubbed my thumb over the clear bead of liquid at the tip of his rod.

When I did so, Brett lifted his head off the pillow and sucked air through an open mouth and between clenched teeth. "Jesus..." he whispered. I moved my hand in a slow stroking motion up and down. I could hear a soft smacking noise as his fluid, caught between the corona of his dick and my fingers, met and then parted. Brett had a prominent pair of nipples, and with his eyes closed, his fingers found an erect tip to gently rub. His head pressed back into his pillow and he closed his eyes and breathed heavily, but softly, to the point of almost not hearing it.

My own dick was now pressed against the fabric of my shorts. I readjusted my dick with my free hand and suddenly had a quick momentary sexual shiver. I was getting into things by now. Brett must have felt his bed shake because he opened his eyes and looked down at my crotch. "You're getting hard too,", he said. And with that comment he put his hand between my legs and felt of my dick. He rubbed my penis through the fabric of my shorts for a second or two and then suggested I take them off. I did so in a flash.

Now we were both nude and fisting the other's root. Brett raised himself off the pillow and propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand on my dick. As we slowly stroked the other's dick, the fluids began to run out of my own. Brett reciprocated my previous actions and paused to rub clear slippery ooze over the tip of my dick. My heartbeat must have doubled by then, and my body began to tense. Brett seemed more intent on my own body by now, and artfully tightened his hand on my dick. Suddenly he stopped, put his hand to his mouth and wet it.

Now stroking a bit faster, he suddenly sensed my reactions and quickly sat up behind me. Throwing his left arm around my left shoulder, he then fingered my nipple as he stroked me. His mouth, only inches behind my ear breathed warm air on my neck. I knew I could not hold back much longer. Brett knew it too. My nuts pulled up tightly next to the base of my cock, and my head tilted back slightly.

"Let me see ya' get one...lemmie see it...get it...get it." he whispered. I could feel that delightful tension building in my abdomen. The full feeling that imitates pissing, the onset of the rapid contractions of the ass hole, the blinding good feeling of muscles contracting in my dick. I squeezed my eyes and mouth shut, trying to hold back a loud scream. The loudest sound that I made would have been heard as a soft, high pitched whining cry. Then came the supreme moment.

My load then came in three strong squirts. My eyes were closed, but I must have unloaded in record fashion, because I could hear in that moment of ecstasy, my cum hitting the tile floor with soft splat sounds. Apparently, Brett was impressed by the performance and softly said, "Mother-fuck... Look at that !"

Brett's fist remained on my cock for some seconds as he continued to stroke. The residual cum dripping out of my dick became squishy and frothed up with each sliding motion of his fist. I became limp and remained motionless for a few seconds. Then the delightful after-shocks of orgasm caused my body to tremble involuntarily. Brett held me for a few seconds longer, then flopped back on his bed and started to stroke his own dick.

I turned to look at his dick and realized he had not wiped any of my cum off his hand, but had lubed his dick with it, and was now busy getting his own nut. "Play with my balls for me....", he whispered. I obligingly did so and watched him in his own pleasure. He rapidly fisted his cock, and closed his eyes. Breathing faster, with his body convulsing periodically, he made a few soft, "Unnh... unnh..." sounds. His nuts also began to pull more closely to his body and I noticed the head of his dick seemed more pink, almost red now.

Then seconds later, he lifted his head off his pillow and tilted it down, looking over his rub-board abdomen at his dick. Now he suppressed a scream. His knees bent, pulling his feet closer to his butt, only to be suddenly straightened again as he reached orgasm. Making soft sounds of "Aah...aah.... aah....", he pushed a load out of his penis. The cum did not shoot, but rather dribbled in long, thick, white globs over his pubic hair. The strings of cum seemed endless, and flowed for long seconds. I looked at his face just as he closed his eyes. I could see a tear being squeezed out between his eyelids.

A few moments later he opened his eyes, looked at me, and grinned. "I must have needed that one...you too!" I found a dirty towel for clean up purposes and we found our underwear and got in bed to go to sleep. Brett and I remained roomies for two more semesters. And yes, we did repeat the mutual masturbation routine more than a few times. Oral sex eventually became a part of our sessions. No anal sex, however.