Gay Erotic Stories

They had caught me by surprise. I had taken in Peter when he had no where to go. I thought we had both fallen in love, Lord knows I loved him more than I thought I could ever love anyone. We had shared 5 years together, and I loved him with all I had. When Peter met my best friend Carla, I was not worried. Peter had given his heart to me. But, it turns out that Peter did not want to be gay, and Carla and he had begun an affair. I still do not know how they kept it a secret, Carla being one of the most popular singers in the world. But, they carried out their affair without anyone knowing.

They never told me, and I never suspected. How could I have been so stupid? I did not think anything of it when Peter went on tour with Carla. Peter had a great voice, and he sang backup for her. Then, Peter called me one day out of the blue. He said, "I am truly sorry, but I’m leaving you."

I was floored. "Why, what did I do wrong?" I asked him. He started giving me a line of shit about how it was not me, it was him. Then, he began telling me that he was in love with Carla. CARLA! What the fuck? Then he told me that they had just got married. Not only had they been fucking around behind my back, but also they got married, and didn’t have the decency to tell me to my face.

The press went wild when the news got out. They were the talk of every tabloid for weeks. They had their happiness, and I was now alone. I had lost my lover and my best friend. I had begun to try to drink away my pain. But, nothing I could do made me feel any better. I wanted to die. I felt used, like a toy. That’s when it happened.

I was sitting at the bar, trying to numb myself when I heard a voice that sounded familiar. I turned and looked into eyes I had not seen since college. "John Parker, is that you?" I asked.

"You remember me!" he responded.

How could I forget? John was my roommate for three years of school. I had the biggest crush on him. But, I was not comfortable in myself as a gay man, and he was straight. John sat down beside me, and we began talking about old times. It was the first time in weeks I did not feel like I was going to die of a broken heart.

It turns out that John had married, but they had divorced two years ago. When asked why, he just said they were just not right for each other. Then, the conversation turned to Carla.

"I heard about Carla getting married. How cool is that?"

When he said that, tears began to fill my eyes. I could not let John see me cry, so I got up and ran out the door. John came running after me, perplexed by my actions. I ran to the park across the street and sat at a bench and put my head in my hands. John caught up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "What’s wrong, Blake?" he asked. I could not meet his eyes.

I began by telling him that I was gay, and that her husband was my lover. John was surprised, and he put his arms around me. When I got control of myself again, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I hated crying, and crying and coming out of the closet to a man I used to have a huge crush on made it even worse.

"I thought you were gay. I saw how you used to look at me. I am so sorry about what happened. You deserve better than that."

"You knew I was gay? Oh, man, you must really be disgusted!"

"No, Blake, I’m not disgusted. When I said my ex and I were not meant for each other, it’s because I’m gay. I have always fought my attraction to guys, but I just wasn’t able to fight it anymore. I didn’t want to put her at risk, and I couldn’t stand to lie to her. I explained it to her, and we decided to divorce. We’re still friends, and I’ll always love her. But, I had to be true to myself."

I just sat and stared at John. I couldn’t believe that he was gay! He was the stereotypical jock, accept he was very smart. He stood about 6'4, and weighed about 250 pounds of pure muscle. He had jet black hair and icy green eyes. I had seen him naked many times, and he was a HUNK! His muscular chest was covered in a forest of dark fur. His dick was about four inches of uncut meat when soft. He was everything I wanted in a man, especially his kind heart and gentle soul.

"Blake, you want to go to my place and talk?" I was quick to say yes. I was surprised we had not run into each other before today. We both lived in Seattle, but he lived outside of the city.

We arrived at his place, and I was impressed. His house was practically a mansion, and he had a nice view of Puget Sound. He led me to his front room, and went to get me a drink. I was in awe. His front room was decorated in an Old West motif, and it was just perfect.

John brought me a Coke, and we sat down and began to get reacquainted. After college, John had made his fortune working for Microsoft. He had met his ex, Kelly, at work. They had married after dating for a couple of months. John was trying to be the man she deserved, but he had to face up to the fact that he wanted men. Kelly had since remarried, and was expecting her first child in a couple of months. John was friends with her new husband, and they kept in contact.

I explained how I had helped produce Carla’s first record, which got her record deal. I was there at all of her platinum album parties, and she thanked me, after God and her parents, when she won her first Grammy. I told him how I met Peter at a club. He was singing with a “boy band”, and was thrown out because he was found in bed with one of the other member's brother. He had no job, no home, and was in a bad place. I took him in, and helped him rebuild his life. I had fallen head over heels for him, and we were happy. Then I explained about his working with Carla.

The hour grew late, and John asked if II wanted to stay over. I agreed, and I slept in his guest room. That began a pattern of staying at his house. As we spent more time together, I began to heal, and I was getting over some of my anger toward Peter and Carla. John was still the sweetest man I had ever met. I felt myself begin to develop tender feelings for him.

One bright Saturday, I went to John's for a barbecue. He had invited friends of his from work, and I was nervous. When I got there, John greeted me at the door. He hugged me, and then looked into my eyes and kissed me. He stole my breath, and I eagerly returned his kiss.

"I have wanted to do that for a long time," John told me.

"Aren't you afraid someone will see you kiss me?" I asked him.

"These people are my friends. They know I’m gay. And I don’t care; this is my home, and I will not hide who I am in my own house."

I changed into my swim suit and joined everyone at the pool. I felt a little awkward, as I was not in the best shape. But, I was made to feel comfortable. John's friends were great, and I liked them at once.

"So," said a red haired guy in a Speedo, "You’re the one who has John so happy these days."

John and I blushed. We had never done anything more than the kiss John gave me when I arrived, but our mutual attraction was apparently plain for everyone to see. The day flew by, and before I knew it John and I were alone.

I was nervous. I wanted John, and I was sure he felt the same. As I was helping him finish washing the dishes, I looked into his eyes. "John," I began, "I love you. You are the sweetest man I have ever met. Thank you for helping me the past couple of months. You will never know how much that means to me." I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply.

We stood in his kitchen, kissing passionately. Our hands began to explore each other’s bodies. John pulled away, and put his hands on my shoulders. "Before we go any farther, I need to tell you something. I have loved you since college. I want to make love with you. But, I don’t want just a fling. If we make love, I want it to be forever. I have never done this, but I will not be just a notch on your headboard."

"John, I’m not looking for a casual fling. I love you, and I want to be with you forever. Did you say you’ve never done this before?"

"Yeah, I’ve only slept with women, but that’s over. Come to my bedroom!"

He took my hand and led me to his room. We stood at the foot of his bed and began kissing again. We got each other’s shirts off, and we standing chest to chest as we kissed. I moved my way down his throat, kissing all the way. I made my way to his nipples, and began nibbling them. They became hard, and John began moaning. John pulled my head up and he began kissing my neck. He made it to my nipples and began to return the favor. I was getting hot. I began to pull John's shorts down. He had a large tent going on, and I wanted to see him in all of his glory.

When I pushed his shorts off, I stood back and looked at him. He was shyly trying to cover his genitals, but I moved his hand and took him in. I told him how beautiful he was. I pushed my shorts down, and he looked at me. He told me how beautiful I was, and we moved the bed.

John's hard dick was about nine inches and as thick as a can of beer. I am no slouch myself, but my seven inches was not as thick as he. I began to suck on his hot dick, and I marveled at the taste. I was able to take his entire pole in my mouth and down my throat. His moans were making me hotter. I pulled his foreskin down and began to run my tongue along his shaft. He was in ecstasy, and he began to erupt with release. He shot eight times before he was done.

He apologized for cumming so fast, and I just kissed his lips. He began to lick his way down to my cock. He began to suck my manhood, and he started off a bit clumsily. But I just coached him, and soon he was blowing me like a pro. He sucked me to orgasm, and I erupted like a volcano.

It had been a long time since I’d erupted so hard, shooting ten blasts into the air. I saw that John was hard again, so I asked him if he had any lube. He brought out a tube of KY and some condoms. I sheathed his sword as I got myself ready to be fucked. When he entered me, I thought I was going to rip in half, but the pain quickly was replaced by the most intense pleasure I have ever felt.

John quickly found a rhythm, and began plunging into my bowels. When he came, me collapsed on my back and began kissing my neck. After he pulled his softening dick out, I turned over and took him in my arms. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I moved in with John two weeks later. We settled into a happy life together. I have never felt so loved and valued before. He has made me incredibly happy.

John was at my side when Carla and Peter came over to make their peace. It was not easy, but John's love and support helped me forgive them, and we’re now all great friends. I’m even helping Carla produce her next record.

She and Peter are very happy; they now have two children, Gracie Elizabeth, who’s two, mad four month old Stephen Blake. John and I are in the process of adopting a baby from China. Life’s great; I have the love of my life, and soon we will be parents. I am now so glad I was able to introduce Peter and Carla, for if not for them, I may have never caught up with John.