Gay Erotic Stories

Paul wasn't sure he could keep his cock in his pants for the next three hours. After lacrosse practice, he'd taken a long shower, waiting for Ryan to show up in the locker room. Ryan always made a point of walking into the shower naked, giving Paul a long glance, and ignoring him for the next twenty minutes. Every couple days, he would nudge Paul as he walked over to get his towel.

"Hey," he'd say. "Five minutes. My room."

Five minutes later they'd be naked in bed, with Paul's lips wrapped around the root of Ryan's thick cock. Paul had never seen a cock like that, big as hell, one thick vein running down the center, muscled, blunt-headed, always hard as a rock. He let his mouth bob up and down the shaft and he could almost cum without touching himself, waiting for Ryan's hot load to hit the back of his throat.

Today, Ryan hadn't showed up.

Paul was more than fed up. After a couple weeks of blow jobs, he couldn't stand the game they were playing. Ryan still claimed he was straight, and made a big point of dragging some girl along whenever he saw Paul in a bar.

"Give it a rest," Paul said to him one night. "You’re fucking twenty-one. Get over yourself."

Ryan had looked shocked, and Paul wondered if he'd gone too far. But the next day he was snaking his arms up Ryan's bare back, kneading the muscles in his legs, tonguing his cock, and waiting for the explosion that would fill his mouth with Ryan's juice.

Today it was going to change.

In an hour he would be at the bar, and in another hour he was going to take Ryan home. He didn't know how he would do it, but it was happening tonight. And when he got Ryan back to his place, he was going to fuck the kid's brains out.

He changed into a tight pair of jeans that gripped his hard butt, and slipped into a t-shirt, the sleeves tight where his biceps were bursting from the gym. He had a great body and he knew how to show it off, but thinking of Ryan--muscled from the pool--he had his doubts. He pulled out his cock and looked at in the mirror, a little longer than Ryan's, eight inches if slender. It was already hard in his hand.

At the bar, he caught Ryan's eye across the room, just as Ryan reached for some big-breasted girl and pulled her into a tight kiss. Paul thought the night would never end. He pounded three drinks and finally found himself next to Ryan, just as the girl insisted on leaving with her friends.

"She always does this shit, man," said Ryan. "I got a case of blue balls that could kill."

"I could take care of that for you," said Paul. "But you don't have the guts to let me."

"Oh I have the guts," said Ryan. "Just not the inclination. I don't want to fuck with your self-esteem, buddy, but I'm not really into guys. Getting head is all fine, but tonight I want to fuck, and when I want to fuck, I want to fuck a tight pussy. Know what I mean?"

Paul looked around the bar, the room beginning to enter out. He felt a combination of disgust, anger, and hardcore lust. He started toward the coat room, turning to beckon Ryan with a nod of his head.

"Come here," he said.

"Where are we going?" asked Ryan.

"Get the fuck over here," said Paul.

The coat room was small and dark, and they were alone there. Paul threw Ryan against the wall next to the rack of hangers. He noticed that Ryan didn't resist much.

"Don't get any ideas," said Ryan. "I'm not into you."

"You need to shut the fuck up," said Paul.

He put his body against Ryan's and ground his crotch into the other man's. Ryan struggled a bit and Paul gripped his wrists, pinning Ryan's arms against the wall above his head. Ryan threw back his head and let out a small groan of pleasure and Paul kissed down the muscles of Ryan's neck. He could feel Ryan's thick cock beginning to get hard, the bulge in his pants growing. He kissed Ryan full on the mouth, feeling the raw heat of the other man's tongue, the fullness of his lips, tasting the beer on his breath.

Just then, the lights went out. He noticed that the bar was silent. There were only two coats left on the rack: theirs. Somewhere in the darkened bar, a door shut. Staff shouted goodbyes. They were alone.

"This fucking sucks," said Ryan. "What do we do now?"

"What do we do?" said Paul. "We take advantage of the circumstances."

He pulled Ryan out of the coat room and tugged off Ryan's shirt. Light came through the windows from the street, highlighting every muscle in Ryan's full chest, his nipples standing hard in the cool air. Ryan gazed at Paul, thrusting his jaw forward in defiance. He slipped a finger under the waistband of his boxers, showing above his jeans.

"You think you're pretty smart, don't you?" said Ryan. "Now that you've got me here, you think you can have whatever you want."

"Yeah," said Paul. "That's right."

Paul pulled off his own shirt and noticed Ryan give him a quick glance, his eyes flashing with interest. He flexed one forearm in the light, admiring the way the muscles twitched. One more look, and he was on Ryan with the heat of a summer storm. This time, Ryan didn't fight it. He thought Ryan might devour him before they could even get their clothes off. He pealed off his jeans, kicking them away from his ankles, and felt Ryan's hands clasp first his ass then his growing cock, gathered against his full balls in the pouch of his square-cut boxer briefs.

Ryan dropped his pants and Paul tugged off Ryan's boxers, lifting him onto a table. Ryan pulled Paul in for another deep kiss, his legs wrapped around Paul's thighs. Paul threw Ryan down on his back on the tabletop and slid out of his briefs. His cock stood bare in the light from the street. Tonight he wasn't going to suck Ryan's cock. Ryan was going to ride his.

"What do you want to do with that?" said Ryan.

"That's a stupid question," said Paul, spreading Ryan's firm butt cheeks.

Paul spit in his hand and massaged his wet fingers into Ryan's ass.

"Hey," said Ryan. "Wait. I've never--"

He couldn't finish speaking. Already Paul's fingers were deep inside him, massaging the firm ball of his g-spot, inching further into his hot body. He laid his head back on the tabletop, tilting his chin upward, closing his eyes in pleasure. Every muscle in his gorgeous body stood tense and waiting. Paul worked his fingers deeper, massaging his own hard cock with his other hand. He was opening Ryan's ass to get it ready.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yeah." Ryan was gasping, starting to stroke his cock. "Yeah. Give me more."

Paul needed no further invitation. He reached down into his jeans, piled on the floor, and pulled a condom out of his pocket. When he'd left home, he'd slipped it in beside his wallet, wondering if he was jinxing his chances. Now he smiled as he unrolled the slick latex down the length of his long, throbbing cock. His head was already wet, pre-cum streaming from his slit. He couldn't wait to feel Ryan's tight ass grip his shaft, to hear the noise Ryan would make as he was entered for the first time. He was going to give Ryan the ride of his life.

He started slow, pressing his cock head against the tight opening of Ryan's ass. He could feel Ryan seize up, excited but still stiff and closed. He worked with a steady pressure, pressing his wet cock into Ryan's asshole, and gradually he felt Ryan give way. He was slow and careful, riding into Ryan's ass inch by inch, waiting for Ryan to beg for more before he gave it to him with another slow thrust. Finally, he was buried up to the base of his cock in that tight virgin ass. Ryan's torso shone in the dim light, laid out in front of him like a Greek God, some lost Adonis stretched out for the world to see. He pulled his cock partway out of Ryan's ass and slammed it back in, and Ryan moaned. He pulled out again, and again, ramming the whole length of his cock into that wet hot ass, feeling it grip down around his balls every time he slid inside. He fucked Ryan deep. Paul could feel Ryan's ass grip the head of his dick deep inside, with a warm firm pressure. Ryan arched his back on the table, his thick cock standing out above his washboard stomach. He stroked his dick and showered his chest with flecks of pre-cum.

With another moan, Ryan sat up, Paul's dick still inside him, and wrapped his arms around Paul's neck. Paul put his hands around Ryan's legs to hold him up, supporting his weight. Paul could almost see himself, in his mind, standing naked in the middle of his favorite bar, this muscled co-athlete wrapped around him, fucking like a machine. With every thrust he bounced Ryan off his thighs and Ryan whined and shuddered, begging for more. Ryan's lips were at his throat, his shoulders, his hot breath in Paul's ear, begging to be fucked, dominated, penetrated deeper and deeper.

He couldn't believe it was actually happening, and he wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste. He pulled all the way out and bent Ryan over the table, ready to take him from behind. Before Ryan could say another word, Paul stuck his cock in Ryan's ass all the way, so that his balls rested just behind Ryan's. He pounded Ryan fast and hard, slapping his thighs against Ryan's taught rounded butt. He put his hands on the muscled pad of Ryan's back, threw his head back and hammered Ryan as hard as he could, Ryan stretching out his hands to grip the table.

It was as if he couldn’t control his motions. Ryan drove him wild and it was all he could do not to tear Ryan apart. Another moment, and Paul was on his back on the table as Ryan climbed over him. Ryan stood on the tabletop, straddling Paul's prone form, jerking his dick off above Paul's face. A drop of his cum fell to Paul's lips and Paul tasted the hot salty liquid, ecstatic. He ran his hands up to Ryan's thighs and pulled the man down to sit on his cock. Ryan rode Paul like a horse, Paul's dick moving inside him deeper and deeper. They moved like one animal, moaning and cursing, their cries sounding off the walls of the room. Ryan's pecs and shoulders shone with sweat, and he wrapped both hands around the trunk of his cock while Paul tossed him with his thrusts.

"Oh God," moaned Ryan. "Oh God. You're so deep. Oh God. I'm going to--"

With a jerk and a cry, he began to cum. Paul hadn't sucked him off for a week, and apparently neither had anyone else. Ryan showered Paul's chest and face with cum, shooting farther with each stroke. He arched his back and let Paul have the fountain of his cum. His asshole spasmed around Paul's throbbing cock and Paul couldn't hold back any longer. He exploded in Ryan's ass, his heavy load filling the condom and running down his dick to soak his balls. He felt as if he came for an eternity, ramming his dick up into Ryan's ass, watching Ryan jerk and shoot all over him. Finally, spent, Ryan collapsed beside him on the tabletop, Paul covered in cum.

"So that's that," said Paul. "Fuck you and your stupid blowjobs, by the way. If you want to play after the shower, we're going to play by my rules."

Ryan reached down to hold his cock, still hard.

"Just tell me how soon," he said.