Gay Erotic Stories

I couldn't believe it. I was having a gay fantasy about my best friend. I'm 35 and happily married. I've known Brian for 17 years, over half my life, ever since we were both juniors in rival high schools back in Delaware. We went to the same college and were roommates for 3 years. He played basketball while I went the academic route. We moved out to California together and eventually ended up working for the same company. We're both married and our wives, who are also good friends, are both pregnant. So why am I thinking like this? Am I that horny? Maybe it's because I haven't had sex a while. Ever since my wife got pregnant she hasn't had a desire for sex, and lately, well, let's just say my hand has been getting a good workout.

Brian is 6'6", about 220 lbs, and is still in great shape. He has sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and a goatee that looks great on him. I'd say he was a dumb jock, but he's far from dumb. But he is a jock, and a really nice guy. He's standing in front of my desk, slightly adjusting himself. I've seen him naked hundreds of times, from high school to just the other day (we go to the same gym), but up until yesterday I'd never thought twice about him. He's about 7 inches soft (I've never seen him hard) and has good sized balls, all of which he packs into full cut white Hanes briefs. He jokes that his boys need a house. He's not kidding! Yeah, he packs them nicely. And his butt. Wow! Talk about nice and round. It looks firm, but then I've never felt it... Well, except for the occasional pat during a game, but all jocks do that, and to be honest, I don't even remember how it felt.

Mandy, Brian's wife, is out of town visiting her mom for a couple of weeks. Brian is flying out to see her Monday. My wife's in Phoenix for the weekend. Her sister just had a baby.

I had a dream about Brian last night--a wet dream. Ever since then I've been thinking of some way to get my hands on him. Down his pants. I think I've figured it out. We're going down to Cecil's after work to watch the Lakers game. Brian is a huge Lakers fan. If I can get him drunk maybe I can have my way with him. For being such a big guy, Brian can't handle his liquor. Never has been able to, either--especially the hard stuff. In fact, he all but quit drinking when he and Mandy got married a few years ago. Just a few beers now and then. Back in college, though, if he was drinking anything other than beer... watch out! Three or four mixed drinks or shots and he was wrecked. Drunk off his ass. I remember a couple of nights when Brian woke up the next morning with no memory of the night before. Once we were in Atlantic City and after getting nice and buzzed we'd gone to a strip club and then cruised in a limo for the rest of the night. The next morning the only thing Brian remembered was drinking at the casino. No memory of the lap dance, the limo ride. Nothing! He had a total gap of 6 hours! Well, if I could get him drunk tonight.

"Hey, Rick. Are you even listening? Rick!" I snapped out of it as Brian tapped my shoulder.

"Oh, sorry man," I murmured. "I guess I kinda spaced. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that it's about time to head on out," he said, pointing to the clock on the wall. "The game starts at 6:00 so if we leave now we'll have just enough time to get to the bar."

"Cool," I said, powering down my computer and grabbing my briefcase. "Let's hit it."

Twenty minutes later we were sitting at our usual booth down at Cecil's Bar and Grill. I was drinking my normal Vodka tonic and I had ordered Brian a Seven and Seven. Actually, I was drinking only tonic, but Brian didn't know.

We ordered some appetizers and I kept going to the bar to replenish our drinks.

After a while I noticed a change in Brian. I could tell by his eyes and the way he was talking that the alcohol was beginning to do it's work. All I had to do was feed him a couple of drinks an hour and his night would be one big blur.

He nudged my shoulder and shook his head. "I think I've had enough!" He was talking a little too loudly--a good sign for me.

I laughed and patted him on the back. "Come on, pal! This is your night. I drove, remember? Beside, tomorrow's Saturday."

"Yeah, okay. But I gotta piss, man." He stood up, too quickly, and knocked an empty dish from the table. I watched as he bent over to pick it up, his pants clinging to his ass. I could see the outline of his briefs and I had to restrain myself from reaching out.

I watched as he made his way back to the table, weaving all the way. His fly was open. In fact, it was open so wide that I could see his shirt and underwear. I smiled. He flopped down heavily into his chair, smiling his goofy smile back at me. "I think I'm fucked up," he said.

"Yeah, and your fly's open, dumbshit!"

His eyes widened as he looked down. "Oh shit! Thanks, man." He began to laugh.

As he tried to zip up I looked at him. For some reason I found myself totally attracted to him. My best friend! I felt myself going hard as he continued to awkwardly fumble with his zipper. Part of me wanted to reach over and grab his crotch. Finally he got it zipped.

"Here," I said, standing up. "Let me get you another drink."

"Hey, hey, easy man," he said. "I'm good."

I ignored him and walked to the bar. I ordered a Seven and Seven for Brian, tonic for me, and a double whiskey neat. I poured the extra whiskey into Brian's drink. The drunker he was...

He was watching the game when I got back to the table, munching on pretzels. I pushed to drink to him. "Bottoms up," I said, raising my glass. He smiled at me through bleary eyes and drank. If he tasted the extra alcohol, he didn't say.

I ordered him one more drink before we left. By the time we left he was having a hard time walking. As I helped him into the jeep I let my hand roam to his ass. He had no clue. I laid my hand heavily on his crotch while I buckled him into his seat. Still nothing. I leaned the seat back for him and told him to lie back. By the time I pulled out of the parking lot he was snoring softly, his lips slightly parted.

Instead of going straight to his house I stopped at an adult bookstore. I locked the car doors and went into the store. I was embarrassed, but my horniness took over. It took me a few minutes to find what I was looking for: wrist restraints, lube and poppers. Brian was still asleep when I got back to the jeep.

I pulled into his driveway and leaned over him to get his keys from his pocket, making sure to explore a little while I fished. I rubbed his soft cock through his suit pants and he moaned. I looked up at him. Still asleep. I helped him out of the jeep. He could hardly walk and he leaned heavily on me as I helped him through the front door and to his room. I laid my bag from the adult bookstore on the night stand. I sat Brian on the bed and sat down next to him. He was unsteady and had to lean against me to avoid falling over. His eyes were glazed, his breathing was a bit rushed and his lips were moist and slightly parted. I put one arm around his waist to steady him and the other on his crotch. He had a nice sized bulge and as I began rubbing it I could feel it grow slightly. He started to moan and his head lolled from side to side. While continuing to rub his crotch through his pants, I took my other arm, still wrapped around his waist, and pulled his shirt and t-shirt from his pants. I snaked my hand under the t-shirt and up his stomach to his chest.

I moved my hand back and forth, alternately plucking and twisting his now hardening nipples. His bulge continued to grow. I blew in his ear, flicked my tongue in and out, and nibbled his ear lobe, all the while twisting his titties. He began to resist, pushing against me, but I held tight. I opened the bottle poppers with my thumb and held it under his nose while tightly twisting one of his nipples. I told him to sniff and he inhaled deeply. His body jerked and he began babbling as the aroma threw him into a sexual high. He was off balance now, not knowing where the next sensation was coming from, but obviously enjoying them. I pulled him the rest of the way on the bed and laid him down. He was moaning and groaning from the sensations, his body thrashing. While continuing the titty torture I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I could see the waistband of his white Hanes Classics briefs! He moaned again and I gave him another hit of the poppers. I decided to take a hit myself. Wow! They were fucking fantastic! I had never tried anything like that. My head was spinning and I could feel my crotch growing.

I maneuvered myself so I was on stop of Brian in a straddling position. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his t-shirt up to his neck. I almost drooled as I stared at his broad, smooth chest. I leaned in and began nibbling at his rubbery cones.

As he moaned I could feel him growing harder under me. I got off him and traced my hand down over his stomach and to the mound in his pants. I slowly pulled his zipper down and watched as his huge white bulge spread the material apart. I took another deep breath of poppers and then ran the back of my hand softly over his crotch. I worked his slacks down to his knees and stopped to take a look. There was Brian McEachern, my best friend, and now the object of my desire, lying on his bed in bulging white briefs. He was completely out of it and unaware that my hands were exploring every inch of his hot, magnificent body. His eyes were open, but they were glazed and unfocused, and his head was rolling back and forth. I lifted his head off the bed, put the bottle of poppers under his nose and made him inhale again.

I slipped off his shoes and stripped his slacks off completely. I took out the restraints. I fastened one end to a bed post and cuffed the other end around Brian's wrist. I did the same with the other. Then I spread his legs apart and kneeled between them, softly cupping his huge bulge which was still covered by his briefs.

"Hey there, Prince Charming," I whispered, knowing he could hear me but would never remember anything that was happening. "How are you feeling?" I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking his ear.

"Mmmmm..." he moaned drunkenly. I my hand up his inner thigh, over his crotch and up to his nipples, softly tickling all the way. My other hand stopped stroking his hair and now massaged his crotch.

"Here, buddy" I said, putting a bottle of whiskey to his lips, "drink this."

I lifted his head and thrust the bottle in his mouth. His mouth was quickly filled with the liquor. He tried to spit it out, but I pushed his head back and stroked his throat with my other hand. He swallowed, drinking at least three more shots.

"Good boy," I said. Setting the bottle down and wiping Brian's mouth and chin. "Very good. You should be feeling relaxed really soon." I reached inside his bulging briefs and ran my thumb over his shaft and head. It was sticky with pre-cum.

His nipples were erect. I had never realized how big they were. Almost like bullets. I wet my fingers and continued to pluck at them and rub his crotch. "Well, what do we have here," I said, my hand coming to rest on Brian's bulging crotch. By now his hips had begun to rock, slowly thrusting up and own. "It looks like you're enjoying this. How about some more of this?"

I put the bottle of poppers under his nose again. "Here, inhale."

"Ooohhh," he moaned as the aroma threw him into a sexual high. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck!" I put the bottle to his other nostril and he inhaled again. "Unnhhh!"

While his hips continued to thrust I pulled off my already loosened tie and lightly gagged him. Then I slipped his briefs down. His dick now exposed. It was about 10 inches erect! His balls were each about the size of an egg. I took two fingers and began to rub the knob, which was now leaking pre-cum. Brian tried to avoid the sensations by hunching his body, but I sat on his legs and continued the assault. My hands alternated between his nipples and his cock. That, along with the combination of whiskey and poppers, was keeping the big stud off balance. He was higher than a kite and gave in to the delicious torture.

My fingers crawled up from his nipples to his drooling mouth. I was surprised when he began to suck on them. I felt my own crotch tingle. I clamped my lips around his left nipple and he moaned in pleasure. He was so drunk and high that he didn't seem to know where (or who) the sensations were coming from.

I looked down at his throbbing cock. Fuck! Up until this night I had never even had a sexual thought about a guy and here I was working over my best friend! I shrugged my shoulders. Bending down I took his swollen cock into my mouth, almost choking. His cum tasted both salty and sweet. I started to suck.

"Unnggghhh! Fuck! Oh man, oh man!" He was almost screaming. My mouth pulled off him slowly and my soft tongue began swirling over his cock head. I wrapped one hand around his shaft and cupped and jiggled his balls with the other. I reached over and grabbed the lube and coated my fingers. I began to bob my mouth up and down on his cock while I slipped a finger into his tight virgin hole and began to probe.

"Shit, shit, shit!!!" Brian screamed through his gag. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

I plunged my finger deeper up Brian's asshole, rubbing the prostate while his hips were bucking wildly. His long toes were curled and his thighs were spread wide. With one final pinch of a tit and poke of the finger, Brian's dick knob expanded and then exploded. I pulled off as he shot wad after wad of thick cum into the air and onto his chest. His muscles went rigid and he began howling and thrashing about as I kept jacking him until every drop of cum had been worked from him. Then I began to work my tongue like a lathe over his dick head again. His hips jerked and rolled, desperately trying to keep the ticklish sensation of my tongue from lapping at his overworked cock head. I just kept nursing on the cock with Brian begging and pleading him to stop.

"Oh, fuck man! Oooohhhhhh.... stop!!! Please!!!" But as long as my finger was up his ass and my lips were wrapped around his cock he was unable to relax it and make it go soft. After ten more minutes of sucking and bobbing anal probing, Brian came again. This time I swallowed it all. Every drop. Hell, I'd gone this far. Why not?

Brian has passed out after his orgasm and I smiled as I looked up at his peaceful face. I began to feel guilty for what I'd done. But there wasn't anything I could do about it now.

I decided to get him dressed. I figured I'd put all his clothes back on, except his shoes, and lay him out on his bed. Tomorrow morning he would just think that I helped him upstairs and let him pass out. He would never suspect that anything else had happened.

I slipped his briefs back up and rested my head on his full crotch for a while, wishing I had a camera. Maybe when we went fishing next month... I'd bring some whiskey, the poppers and a Polaroid camera. Get the big stud drunk again... maybe get him to suck my cock this time... Poor Brian would have no clue. Again.

I finally got him dressed--auit coat and all. Except his tie, which he had taken off at the bar. Once I got the big stud dressed again I let him flop onto the bed. He curled up in a ball, his big butt sticking up at me--smooth, round, firm. I licked my lips, softly squeezing and massaging his ass cheeks. Something came over me. I had to have him again. My hand crawled over, unzipped his fly and reached in. He had gone soft--nothing a few seconds of cock massage wouldn't cure!

Taking my tie, I bound his wrists loosely behind his back and rolled him onto his back. The dazed stud was trying to move his arms, but he was too hammered to put up any kind of a struggle. I undid his belt once again and opened his pants. I sat him up and onto my lap and let his pants fall to his ankles in a puddle. For some reason it turned me on. Having a big, drunk, hunky, dazed stud sitting on my lap half-dressed and helpless was almost too much... His head was lolling. I put the poppers under his nose and he took a big hit. He did it almost automatically. He was drooling and babbling as I began a slow, insidious massage through his nice white briefs. He was getting hard again and I kept him off balance with random hits of the poppers. I spread his legs a bit and slid my hands between his legs. I could feel the heat from his big, trapped balls. I slipped my fingers under the leg and tickled at his sweaty scrotum. I probed until I found his hole and I worked my finger in. He began to quiver, still in the sexual high from the poppers and I worked my finger around more. A moan escaped his lips and I knew I had found his prostate. I continued frigging him until I felt him shudder in my arms. His hips bucked a few times and I knew he was flooding his clean white briefs with a load of sticky jizz. I smiled as I saw the spreading wet spot.

I pulled his pants back up, tucked his shirt back in, did up his pants and laid him back on his bed. Come morning he would have no clue. None.