Gay Erotic Stories

Dan, my roommate the last two years of college, was the only guy I had ever been with. After graduation we had gone our separate ways—he went to an East Coast law school, and I took an engineering job in California. I was living at the beach and loving life. The casual, laid-back atmosphere was perfect for me, and there were hot girls everywhere. I didn’t really give much thought to scoring with a guy again; the area where I lived was very straight and homophobic, and besides, I didn’t really think of myself as bisexual. The way I looked at it, Dan and I had a special friendship, and whatever had happened between us (repeatedly, for the better part of four semesters) was just between us. And, who needed to go dogging after guys anyway when I was already getting laid more than ever?

We still kept in pretty close contact—we called each other often just to trade stories about girls we were dating and bullshit about life—but almost never mentioned our sexual past. Now, more than two years since I’d last seen him, he was finally coming out to visit. He was flying in for Labor Day weekend, the last big party weekend of the summer, and I was looking forward to showing off my new lifestyle and spending some quality time with my old best buddy. I felt a little like I’d been sucker-punched when he called a week ahead to ask if it was okay if he brought a friend along—a guy from his law school classes. Of course I told him it was all right with me, but inside I was disappointed, suddenly looked like I wouldn’t get the reunion with Dan that I’d been hoping for.

I picked them up at the airport on Friday evening. There was no mistaking Dan standing at the curb outside the baggage claim—he was the same good-looking blond-haired, blue-eyed stud I remembered sharing a bed with so many times. The other guy, Mark, made me do an immediate double-take. We honestly could have been brothers. At about 5’7” or 5’8” he was only an inch or so taller than me, had the same lean, muscular wrestler’s build, same clean cut dark hair. Being from the northeast he was several shades paler than me and his eyes were brown where mine are hazel, but anyone who saw the two of us together would say we looked pretty much alike. Even his fashion sense was similar; he was wearing the same kind of close-fitting T-shirt and baggy shorts that I had on, contrasting Dan’s more preppy and tailored look. It bugged me a little; I started to wonder if maybe he was my “replacement”. I felt like there was a competition going on, and I’d already missed the starting gun.

But two minutes after meeting the boy I forgot about all that. He was just such an obviously nice guy. Mark had one of those open, very genuine personalities that made you feel good just to be around him. He treated me like an old buddy from the very moment we met, and had me laughing on the short ride back to my place, asking me goofy questions about California, bouncing from window to window in the back seat gawking at all the sights like a little kid. Dan was full of questions too, but more concerned about how I was doing and whether I was enjoying myself. The tone of his voice and the brief looks we exchanged told me all I needed to know. We were still close, close friends.

We dropped the baggage off at my apartment and walked down toward the beach to grab some food and beers at my favorite local pub. The place was jamming on the holiday weekend; luckily I found us seats at a table with some guys I knew, and I got to make the introductions and prove to Dan that I was making friends and fitting in just fine. We spent a couple hours catching up and making each other laugh—Mark of course had everybody cracking up, and buying him beers. One of the guys knew about a party a couple blocks away, so the whole group picked up and moved down the street. But Dan and Mark didn’t last long. They were still on East Coast time. I gave them my keys and pointed them back toward my apartment, while I stayed out and drank and socialized. When I came stumbling home around 2 am the place was dark and they were sprawled out in the living room, fast asleep.

Next morning they were both awake before me. When I rolled out of bed and plodded to the living room I found Dan already fully dressed, but Mark was still just in his boxers. I got my first good look at what was underneath the tight T-shirt he’d worn last night. The kid had one hell of an upper body: nice round biceps, powerful shoulders, absolutely chiseled pecs and six perfect rippled abs. All summer I’d been seeing those beautiful tanned bodies down at the beach, but there was something about smooth, creamy white skin on a tight muscular frame that I seemed to find so very appealing. I couldn’t help sneaking guilty glances, and I also couldn’t help flexing a bit, instinctively feeling somehow a little threatened even though I knew my six days a week in the gym had me looking every bit as ripped as him.

Dan asked where he could find some coffee—always the hard-core jock, I never drink it myself and didn’t have any in the house, but there was a Starbucks just down the street, and off he went to get his caffeine fix, leaving Mark and me on our own. I offered Mark an orange juice and he gladly accepted. I brought two glasses out from the kitchen and handed him one, strutting a bit in the loose cotton shorts I always slept in, honestly not trying to turn him on but just making sure he saw who I was. I guess I hadn’t given up on the competition quite yet. He sat beside me on the couch, closer than I’d usually sit with another guy, but it was Mark so naturally there was nothing awkward or uncomfortable at all. We finished our juice, set the glasses down on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch.

“You know, you’re in really good shape,” he said to me.

“Yeah thanks, you’re in pretty great shape yourself.” I took one more peek at his smooth ripped chest.

“Dan says you have a beautiful cock.”

I turned to him startled, and instantly got lost in a pair of deep brown eyes. “Uhh—” was all I could say.

Mark edged closer, and laid a hand on my crotch. “I’d love to get a taste of it…”

“Ummm—” I stammered as my cock began to stiffen, “Dan—”

“Dan can wait his turn,” he said.

Mark rubbed my hardening cock through the cotton. That’s all the coaxing I needed. I draped my arm around his neck and pulled him toward me, and we kissed each other hungrily, long and deep. Mark’s tongue was everywhere, lapping at mine, exploring my mouth, his jaw flexing as he mashed his lips into mine. I’d almost forgotten how hot it was kissing another guy, how much more physical and passionate it felt. I wrapped both arms around him and held him close, feeling his hard muscular body rub against mine, grinding our chests together. His hard nipples were poking into my flesh; the feeling was electric. Mark held me with one arm while his other hand continued to stroke my cock. I felt his own hard cock bulging out of his boxers and pressing against me. We broke our lip-lock for a moment and looked deep into each other’s eyes.

“You’re good at this.” I said. Mark just grinned.

He leaned in and kissed my neck, ran his tongue down my breastbone between my straining pecs, then started licking and sucking and nibbling at my nipples. God, it felt so good! I stroked the back of his head with one hand and rubbed his shoulders and back with the other. He teased and played with my nipples relentlessly; nothing I’d experienced with Dan had been quite like this, and before I knew it I was letting out a long, low moan that told him how much I appreciated his efforts.

Mark moved slowly downward, running his lips over the ripples of my abs, pausing to swirl his tongue briefly around my navel. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and eased them down, so slow and sexy it made me shiver. My cock sprang out, swollen and ready. Mark bent in and rubbed it with his cheek as he pulled my shorts down to my ankles and dropped them on the floor. He kissed my aching rod, rubbed his nose along the underside all the way to the head, and licked softly around the rim.

“Mark,” I said, “Mark buddy, sixty-nine with me…”

He grinned, backed off a step, stood before me and started pulling on his boxers. I reached out and slid them down for him, making sure I got both hands on those firm, round ass cheeks, exploring the contours of his muscular thighs. His cock looked magnificent, long and straight and hard as a rock. He stepped out of his shorts and leaned back into me, and for a moment before getting down to business we just reveled in the feeling of our completely naked bodies pressed against each other.

We stretched out together on the couch, heads pointing toward opposite ends. I couldn’t have asked for anything more beautiful than the sight spread out before me, Mark’s ripped abs and tight ball sack and his stiff, swollen cock just begging to be sucked. I ran my tongue across his cock head just as I felt the first teasing brush of his lips against mine.

I wanted so badly to just swallow his whole cock in one gulp but Mark seemed to have a more gradual approach in mind. His lips played with my cock head, rubbed against it in a way that gave me such intense pleasure it bordered on pain, gently squeezing and rolling and working it. He focused nearly all his efforts on my head until it was swollen and sore and ready to burst, occasionally breaking just long enough to lick my whole shaft from bottom to top in two or three quick laps that made my whole body tingle. I tried my best to stay with him, working his cock head just as he was doing for me, but there was no way I could keep up with that master.

He knew his way around a cock like nothing I’d ever imagined. The kid had me absolutely rigid in no time, and when he finally began taking my rod deep into his mouth in long, slow drafts, it was all I could do to hold back my load. I eagerly sucked his cock in, tilting my head back and straightening out my neck so it glided easily down my throat. The feeling he was giving me was astounding; I wanted so bad to make him feel every bit as good. But just as I began to taste the first drops of his precum, Mark surprised me by sliding my cock out of his mouth, pulling his own meat out of mine and pushing away. We sat up on the couch and looked at each other; his eyes were gleaming in a way that made me want to give him anything he asked for.

“I want that fat cock inside me,” he said.

Those were the sweetest words I’d heard in two years. I took that beautiful stud in my arms and kissed him again, long and deep, tasting the drops of my own precum that still lingered on his tongue. Slowly I lowered him onto the couch on his back, and he eagerly spread his thighs around my waist. I slid my hand down to feel his smooth shaved ass and ran my finger around his soft hole, gaping wide in anticipation of what was to come. Mark moaned lightly as my cock head pushed against it and slipped inside, and my rod, still wet with his saliva, slid neatly and steadily up his perfect ass. It went in so smooth, he so easily took my hard cock, that before I knew it I was buried to the balls and his low moan ended in a sharp yelp. We looked into each other’s eyes. I brushed the hair back from his forehead and started pumping him slow and easy. His focused expression changed to one of absolute, transcendent pleasure, and for my part I could only grin broadly. That was the moment I knew that my relationship with Dan had been no fluke; I truly loved having sex with guys and I needed to have it as much as I possibly could.

Mark began to squirm and moan loudly as I plunged into his ass hard and fast. He started blurting out, “Fuck me, stud! Ohhh—gimme that hot cock!” It turned me on more than anything. At college Dan and I always had to struggle so hard to keep quiet so the guys in the next dorm room wouldn’t hear; now I felt like I could really let loose for the first time. I moaned along with him, and cried out, “Oh yeahh—ahhhhh—I love your sweet ass!”

Maybe the neighbors could hear it all, but I really didn’t care. Looking down at Mark as I fucked his hard tight body, watching his muscle fibers strain and relax, feeling his stiff cock poking and rubbing against my abs as I continued to drive my cock in and out of his hot asshole—and it was all the more exciting because the two of us were so perfectly matched. Our arms and legs and torsos seemed so interchangeable, our bodies fit together so well, our looks were so similar, it really felt almost like I was fucking myself.

But Mark never quit reminding me where the differences lay. That boy was worlds ahead of me where man-to-man sex was concerned. His ass seemed to massage my cock on every stroke, knowing just when to push and squeeze and give in to make this by far the wildest ride I’d ever had. It was all I could do to bear down and plow him over and over again, tuning out everything else, my every muscle stiff and hard, my moans and lewd talk pared down to animal grunts. And Mark was fine with that; his whole body began to buck and quake as I gave him my best pounding, and he cried out loudly in desperate pleasure. His strong legs wrapped tight around my ribs, arms flexing as his fingers intertwined with mine, his eyes shut tight and jaw clenched. I felt every twitch of his body as if it were part of my own. My balls were drawn up to my crotch like rocks, hard and sore and begging for release. And then his muscles tightened with a jolt, he cried out, “AHHHHH—” and I felt his hard cock throb and a warm flood of thick cream gushed between our grinding abs. His body quivered against mine in the throes of orgasm, and seeing the look of ecstasy on his face, hearing his breathless, unbridled moans, it pushed me over the edge. I let loose my own load inside him; my cock exploded in a huge wash of hot cream that drenched his insides, and spurted again and again, and again.

Mark’s body still shook and twitched as I poured my load into him. I felt every quiver of his muscles, felt deeply connected to him through every square inch of skin on skin. Every move we made seemed to be in tandem, and his throbbing pulse, the gradually slowing waves of orgasm, his lengthening moans, “Ahh—ahhhhh—ahhhhhhhh” all made me just spew out more and more of my cum. I wanted to drain my whole body into him. Finally I collapsed onto him, rolled off and stretched out alongside. One more look into those eyes and our arms were around each other again, exhausted now but totally at home with each other and kissing long and slow. Our twin bodies were pressed together in prefect alignment, tongue to tongue, nipple to nipple, navel to navel and cock to cock. I was so fucking shattered by the experience of being with a guy who truly knew how to please a man, I could have just held onto that body and kissed that sweet kid forever.

“I hope you guys saved some for me.”

The voice came from across the room. I looked up and there was Dan sprawled out in the armchair, a cup of Starbucks in his hand. I’d never heard him come back in; no telling how long he’d been sitting there. For a moment I was startled, anxious and a little guilt-ridden, but one look at the huge bulge in my old buddy’s shorts and the smile on his face told me he was fine with what he saw.

Mark laughed. “Shut up and drink your coffee,” he said. “You’ll get your turn soon enough.”

It was all a set-up, of course. Dan and Mark had come to play, and this was their way of getting me into the game. The whole rest of the weekend was one great experience after another; I let myself go maybe more than I ever had in my life, and really learned how close three guys can be. When it was over I couldn’t wait until the two of them came back for another visit.

But in the meantime, I wasn’t holding back anymore. I knew what I wanted and I was ready to go out and get it.

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