Gay Erotic Stories

The first time I met Ron was whilst we were both at university. I was 19 and he had just turned 20. Before I go any further, let me just describe myself. I am black, 6’4”, slim with some muscles and lightly haired. At the time, I recognised him as this guy I’d seen on my course but never spoken to. He was very attractive. He was around 6’1”, slim with longish dirty-blonde hair that came mid-way down his neck and very deep blue eyes. From a distance I had often checked him out and could tell he had one of those perfect bubble-butts that look just great when thrusting away. But I had never really paid him much attention. I tend to find that people who are really attractive know that they are and so are quite up themselves.

Anyway, Ron happened to be in the same video-game shop as me. I was looking around when I heard someone call my name.

“Hello”, I said politely, turning around.

“Hi there”, said Ron, “We’re on the same course at uni.”

“Oh yeah,” I replied, “It’s Don isn’t it?” (Of course I knew his name but I wasn’t going to add to his already over-inflated ego).

“No, it’s Ron”.

“Oh right, sorry,” I said, laughing inside.

“I’m trying to find a game. It’s called ‘Barbie and the Magic Dress’ but they seem to be out of stock,” said Ron with a totally straight face. “You haven’t seen it have you?” I just stared.

“Just kidding!” he said as he cracked up in front of me, “I’m looking for the latest Tekken game.”

I laughed. I always appreciate a good sense of humour. “Well, you can always borrow my copy if you want”, I offered.

That was how our friendship started. It turned out that we had similar interests and likes. Ron could also be quite sarcastic which I liked. I reckon sarcasm is really underrated. I also came to realise that Ron was not egotistical at all. In fact, he was quite shy around people who obviously fancied him (which was, practically the whole planet). Girls would swarm around him like a flock of overexcited geese but he never seemed interested. When I asked him why, he would just look at me and say none of them measured up to his ideal partner.

At first, our friendship trundled along happily for a few months. Then it happened – I started to really fancy Ron. At first I just liked him as a friend, even though he was so hot, but now I really wanted him. But I wasn’t going to ruin our friendship over this so I kept my feelings to myself. Hell, he didn’t even know I was gay anyway. I even refrained from jerking off whilst thinking about him, hoping that eventually my feelings for him would wane. Of course, that plan was doomed to failure.

A few weeks later, I noticed that Ron would sometimes get this faraway look on his face and start sighing as if it was the end of the world. This continued for a couple of weeks until the night of my birthday.

The night had been really good actually. About five of us went back to the flat afterwards before retiring a little early. There were lectures the next day after all. Soon, it was just me and Ron left. He was doing his sighing act again.

“Ron, I think I know what’s wrong”, I said.

“You do?” he was startled.

“Yep, you’re in love with someone aren’t you?”

I recognised all the symptoms, after all, I was practically in love with Ron myself. Now I know this might sound quite stupid, but it hadn’t even entered my head that Ron might be gay. I assumed there was some lucky girl out there he really wanted.

Ron sat next to me and said, “Listen. You’re always saying we should live every day like it’s our last. I just wish I had the guts to go for what I really want. But I’m scared. Scared of rejection and the chance that I might ruin everything.”

Now, I’m not really big on mushy speeches and cheesy moments in films. I have never come close to crying in a film. I actually laughed out loud when ET ‘died’ (that film is so overrated). But this was my best friend and he looked so down. So I did something I’d never done before – I hugged him.

“Mate,” I said, “You have to go for it whatever it is. You have to take that chance.” He just looked at me, then hugged me tighter and whispered “OK.”

The next thing I knew, the hug had become a bit more intimate. His whole body was pressed against mine. I still hadn’t worked out what was going on and just thought he was really upset. Then I saw him staring deep into my eyes. Well, I just lost it. It was like being sucked into a deep blue whirlpool and time just stood still. Then we kissed and I was swept away. It seemed to last forever, our tongues all over the place, the slight stubble around his mouth brushing against mine, the amazing taste of his mouth. It was unbelievable.

Finally we broke away, though still holding each other. I then realised that there was something quite big digging into my right thigh with such force I thought it was a WMD. Ron didn’t say anything; he just kissed me again and removed my t-shirt. Then, I removed his and slowly kissed his nipples – his pecs were really firm and yet so soft as well. If someone had asked me the first thing I would do in this situation, it would have been to grab his arse. But now, I just wanted to explore his entire body.

Suddenly, I was naked and totally hard. My 8.5” was gently bouncing as though there was a slight breeze in the room (probably from all the heavy breathing). Ron gently took me into his mouth and sucked me expertly. My balls kept hitting his chin and he kept making little moaning noises that made me hotter and hotter. Soon, I had to stop him otherwise I was going to shoot my load much too early. I reached down and took off his jeans and then his boxers. Finally I got my hands on his firm butt. It was so smooth and round and firm! I just wanted to keep holding it forever.

I had never liked the thought of rimming before, but now I just wanted every part of my body to touch his arse. As I was pressed up against him I could feel his 7.5” tool pulsing gently on my six-pack. I slowly felt down and gently grabbed him. Ron had this look of ecstasy on his face and guided my mouth down. His dick was so thick and smelled so amazing that I soon had it halfway down my throat. What a feeling. I slowly sucked on his machine, one hand on his arse, fingering his tight hole, the other moving up and down his washboard stomach and pecs. I had never seen him even topless before, and I was still in shock that his body was better than even my fantasies had portrayed.

Soon we were kissing fiercely again, our hands roaming over each others’ bodies. Then I realised we were still in the lounge.

“Ron,” I gasped, “We have to get to the bedroom.”

“Alright,” he panted.

But we didn’t want to let go of each other. We eventually compromised by slowly moving to the door whilst still entangled in each other. It must have taken 15 minutes but somehow we made it to the bedroom and I threw Ron on the bed. He just looked at me and the said, “Take me. Now. Please. I need you inside me.”

Good grief. Those words were almost enough to make me explode. There was no time for any protection (and judging by how long it took us to get to the bedroom, it would probably have taken a couple of days to locate a condom). Ron lay on his back and put his legs up. I slowly pushed into him, an inch every few seconds. Ron was moaning so loudly I thought the whole city would hear it, but I was beyond caring. I slowly slid out of him, and then back in again. Then I was pounding him savagely. Ron was gasping and moaning, his hands on my arse as I drove in and out of him. Then we paused as I turned him over so we were doggy-style. I grabbed his dick and pumped it hard as I rode him. Ron’s moans turned guttural and he kept gasping “Oh yeah. Oh my God that feels so good.” I was so close to cumming but now it was Ron’s turn.

He didn’t actually go inside me that first time. He just lay on top of me so we were face to face. Then we rubbed our cocks together furiously, all the while moaning really loudly and never taking our eyes off each others’ faces. Actually at one point I looked in the mirror at the corner and could see his arse pounding away and it looked absolutely amazing. Then, at the same time, we started gasping. By this point, I don’t know who was on top. We were rolling around so much and rubbing up against each other in such a frenzied fashion that we were tumbling all over the place and probably causing a minor earthquake. Then, with my hands clamped to that perfect butt, Ron came gasping my name over and over. I had never seen so much cum. It could have filled a couple of small swimming pools. But there was no time to ponder this as I came as well. It went everywhere, all over me, Ron and the bed. I almost blacked out the orgasm was so intense.

And then we were just lying there in each other’s arms.

“I love you,” murmured Ron as he gently kissed me.

“I love you too,” I said.

We lay there a bit longer before I realised it was morning. “Time for a shower,” said Ron. I was too tired to move so I just lay there whilst Ron showered. He then walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel with a large tent in it. This time, he fucked me and it was amazing. His dick seemed to just get bigger and bigger with each thrust until he came inside me, warming up my insides. Then he sucked me off again until I came in his mouth. Wow.