Gay Erotic Stories

I looked up and saw him. He had light-brown skin and black straight hair. His features were almost perfect and he had steady deep brown eyes and what seemed to be a one day-old growth of stubble. I later worked out that he always had a five o’clock shadow and it certainly suited him.

For the first few weeks I tried not to make it too obvious that I was deliberately running into him all around the building. He must have wondered what the hell was going on every time he saw me in the canteen or in the photocopier room. We even caught the same train to the city centre but this was just coincidence (honest!). Then I overheard him talking to a workmate about his ex-girlfriend and that brought me to my senses. Of course, I thought, He’s straight you fool. After that I stopped stalking him but, ironically, he was then moved to my department.

My boss introduced us, “…And this is Ajay. I’m sure you’ll enjoy working with him.” Cheers, I thought. Now I would never be rid of him. But it turned out Ajay was good at his job and very friendly. We soon found that we had similar interests and became good friends. I managed to keep my feelings for him purely platonic (or so I thought). In the mornings we would catch the train together and chat on the commute. Ajay enrolled at the same gym as me and we would work out together a couple of times a week. He had a nice toned physique and often complimented me on mine (I am black, 6’4” and toned). Of course I didn’t read anything into this. By this point I had convinced myself that I only thought of him as a friend. How wrong I was.

One cold winter morning, around 7 months after we met, Ajay and I turned up at the station as usual. Then we got our first piece of bad news. Due to all the snow, half the trains had been cancelled (even though snow isn’t exactly unknown in the UK). Even worse, the services that were running were only going at half speed.

“Great,” I said, “The journey’s going to take twice as long.”

Ajay nodded sympathetically. “At least it will be warm on the train,” he offered.

The train finally pulled in to the station and all the commuters let out a collective groan. Instead of the usual 6 carriages, there were only 3. The train, already quite full, was going to be absolutely packed. I grabbed Ajay’s arm and pulled him on. We didn’t get seats and so had to stand in a corner facing each other.

“This is cozy,” grinned Ajay.

“Don’t go getting any ideas,” I mock warned him, knowing he didn’t know I was gay, ”stay out of my personal space.”

“Bit hard to do that,” he commented. And he was right. We were all rammed in like sardines. At the next station the lady next to Ajay struggled to get out. He had to turn to accommodate her so that his back was pressed into my front. At the same time several more people forced their way on board (I couldn’t blame them judging from the sleet outside) meaning he couldn’t turn back to face me. By this point I was stuck in the far corner of the standing area with Ajay right in front of me. All the other commuters were pressed into each other including one idiot who insisted on trying to read his newspaper. This effectively shielded us from view of almost everyone unless they forced their way over or climbed out of the train to look in through the window.

It was very warm in the carriage so I unbuttoned my coat. Ajay was wearing a jacket that only came down to his waist. For a couple of minutes the train strained forward, and then I realised that Ajay’s buttocks were pressed against my groin. At first I pretended not to notice, and then the sensation started to arouse me. I started to notice other things; the set of his jaw from behind, the smell of his fragrance (a gift from his aunt in India) and the muscular thrust of his butt. There was nothing I could do. My dick went from being as soft as a cocoon to as hard as a nuclear warhead in about 3 seconds. It was pressing right into Ajay’s arse and I couldn’t move an inch (let alone 8.5 inches) to stop him feeling it.

Ajay never looked round. I then saw his right arm reach slowly around his back and he stroked my dick through my trousers. I gasped, slightly from pleasure but mostly from surprise. I saw Ajay grin slightly and then he started to grind his arse against my front. I couldn’t believe it. Then he reached for my right hand and pulled it round to his loins and made me rub his boner through his trousers.

The man with the newspaper rustled it a bit irritably. Even if he had folded it you wouldn’t have been able to tell what we were up to unless you looked straight at our groins.

I managed to unzip my trousers and unleashed my cock which pressed straight into Ajay’s butt. Ajay moaned very softly and continued to rub my hand against his straining boner. I could feel it rapidly twitching under my palm. I leant my head forward slightly trying to look casual as I nuzzled his neck. No one paid any attention. I desperately wanted to kiss him but that was impossible. Ajay somehow undid his belt and pushed the back of his trousers down and then his boxers so that I was rubbing my tool against his semi-hairy, beautifully rounded butt. I moaned slightly louder this time. The newspaper man glared suspiciously at us but we managed to look quite nonchalant so he carried on reading the business pages.

I was starting to get carried away and desperately wanted to cum. But that would have definitely meant crying out and some pretty violent thrusts. Ajay too was biting his bottom lip and slowly grinding my hand over the bell end of his dick. It felt huge through his trousers. He whispered my name. I was on the verge of unleashing my pleasure all over the carriage when the train pulled into the central station. Everyone started to pile out whilst Ajay and I hastily did up our garments. Newspaper man cast one last suspicious look before disembarking. We also got off.

Breathless I looked into Ajay’s eyes. “I think I might need the day off work,” I said.

“Me too,” replied Ajay. “Whatever you have must be catching and we were pretty close.” We quickly boarded an outgoing train.

The journey back couldn’t have taken more than 35 minutes, but it felt like an age. Finally we were fumbling with the key on my doorstep before falling into the house. There was no preamble, we went straight to the bedroom and started kissing. What heaven. His mouth tasted so good and I could feel him stripping the clothes off me faster than I could. Soon I was naked, my 8.5 inch tool bouncing slightly. Ajay gently grasped me and started sucking. His tongue felt like velvet and I thought I was going to explode. After 5 minutes of this I gently retreated from his mouth and pulled him up so we were face to face. We kissed again passionately before I slowly stripped him. When he was just in his boxers I saw the tent of his 6.5 inch tool straining at his pants. He stopped me from ripping them off and slowly turned around. Then he removed his boxers showing off the most perfect arse I have seen in the flesh. He then rotated again to show his dick, still twitching with excitement. I had to have it and was soon sucking on it with glorious abandon.

Ajay moaned so loudly I thought he’d dislodge the snow from my roof. Then we made out again entwined in each other’s bodies. My hands were all over his perfect butt. Then I pushed him onto his front.

“Yeah, fuck me,” he moaned.

I pushed into him about one inch at a time. He kept gasping and wriggling and saying things like, “You’re so hard” and “Take it, it’s yours” which got me so aroused I almost came straight away. Then I was pounding away at him. He kept moaning and calling my name. Faster and faster I was drilling him. I quickly flipped him onto his back and carried on screwing him missionary style. Then he took my face in his hands and kissed me ferociously whilst I was still plunging into his depths.

We changed positions again so that he was straddling me whilst I pushed into him. I had one hand jerking him off quickly. Then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he started yelling, “Oh fuck yeah! This is it! Oh yes!”

I started to cum violently into him. At the same time he shot his load all over me and the bed. So intense was my orgasm that I was only semi-aware of him bouncing up and down, his thick strands of white juice striking me all over. I in turn was slowly filling up his insides.

Finally, spent, he fell onto me and kissed me again passionately. We just lay there for a while, looking into each other’s eyes and kissing for about 30 minutes. Then we fell asleep, tangled up together.

Now we still work in the same building although in different departments. It doesn’t stop us meeting up in the photocopier room or deserted boardroom for some extracurricular activities during spare time. And after work, we go back to our place to continue our sessions.

Each time is just as great as the first.