Gay Erotic Stories

As a young teen, epically at college, life can be tough. A common thing that would happen was hazing. The most dreadful form, which I and my predecessors were subject to, was what was called "raping". Basically one would pretend to "rape" an unsuspecting freshman, who was suppose to be scared. I wasn't particularly. If you didn't fight back, you would get left alone.

So by the time I was a senior, and I already clearly knew I was gay, I decided that it was my turn to give a young man his rite of passage. Lewis was his name, a cute freshman who played with me on the football team. Because of football we became friends and eventually roommates. I would always try to fake haze Lewis, and always protected him from all the other upperclassmen.

One night while we lied in our beds in the room, we started talking about the hot girls on campus and so forth. He heard my bed was rocking and asked what I was doing. I said "Come over and find out." Now I was ready to "haze" Lewis.

Because I had rank over him on the football team, he was pretty much under my control. When he didn't respond, I jumped out of my bed and went over to his. Standing with my youthful hardon in his face, I said, "Now guess what I was doing?" He just looked up and wasn't even fazed by anything I had done or said. Then I straddled his chest and told him to open wide and he slowly opened his pink rosy lips in reluctance. Then I tilted his head back and tried make him swallow me in one stroke, and he choked.

For the rest of the night I made him bob up and down on my 7 incher for an hour when he complained about his lips being tired. I said, "Okay, your turn," and pushed him onto his bed and pulled his very, very rigid 5 incher. He apparently enjoyed what he was doing, and by the third stroke he squirted one hard shot down my throat.

That was my first blowjob and cum tasting. I then straddled him again and pumped his mouth for about 10 strokes and gushed ribbons down his throat, making him cough like a madman. We both then got under the covers of our respective beds and went to sleep.

It happened about 10 more times after that, but I will never forget my first mansex.