Gay Erotic Stories

Who was I to disagree? “I’m into recycling too.” I retorted. Aaron just game me an inquisitive look, which turned into an evil grin and a raised eyebrow, making me wonder just how he took that…then regretting what I said when I considered another possible meaning.

Now my bathtub is standard apartment issue…nothing special…and certainly not spacious…tight quarters for two men. Soon Aaron was soaping up my front, removing the cum and sweat from me. Naturally I returned the favor. Aaron then turned around imploring me to scrub his backside. Front side, back side…what’s not to like?

While my mind was till trying to contemplate just what the hell happened in the last few minutes, my hands were busy up and down his seductively V-shaped back. Surprisingly, as my hands moved lower, Aaron bent forward towards the shower head thereby pushing his butt towards me. I grew bolder…hell…nothing ventured, nothing gained. Soon my soapy fingers were massaging between his cheeks dead ending at his rosebud. Aaron didn’t say anything, just sort of a contented sigh. I didn’t push the issue any further…for all I knew this was virgin territory, deciding not ruin a so far good thing by pushing him beyond his limits.

My consideration evaporated when Aaron did my backside…and I do mean all my backside. Soon his fingers were between my ass cheeks…and he carried it further, the horny bastard was fingering my hole. “Okay, that’s clean enough,” I told him as I pulled away. Now I’m versatile…but only to a point…Aaron was no little boy. If anything was going to happen…it wouldn’t be now…it would have to be in the insane heat of passion; certainly not in a post ejaculatory shower.

We got out of the shower and dried off. I headed into the bedroom to fetch a fresh pair of swim shorts…my usual indoor attire at home, but Aaron placed his hands on the dresser drawer. “You need a fresh pair too? I asked.

“Yeah, but not just now; I like to dry off completely first. Let’s just stay naked for now.” Aaron smiled with a smirk.

“Okay; you thirsty? I asked.

“Guess I could use another brewsy,” Aaron while licking his lips. He bent forward and gave me a peck on the cheek, “You’re such an accommodating host.”

We sat on the couch watching the evening news and contemplated dinner. “Let’s just stay in and raid the fridge,” Aaron suggested.

Sitting there naked on the couch and staring at Aaron’s amazing body, getting dressed for dinner in a restaurant was not high on the list; who was I to suggest anything else?

Diner was simple, steak broiled in the oven, baked potatoes, a salad, and some canned corn. But it was good! We split a bottle of wine with dinner, and as we got up to clear the table, it struck me…we hadn’t dressed for dinner. I told Aaron the only thing for desert if he wanted was some ice cream. He declined, saying he was too full already, maybe later. After the table was cleared and the dishes in the dishwasher, I headed toward the living room to turn on the TV after picking up the TV listings.

“How about we just watch in the bedroom? Aaron asked, “I think the sun and the heat’s taken its toll on me.”

“Sure thing,” I said as I set down the remote, before following Aaron into the bedroom.

Aaron started to straighten up the covers a bit and I told him to hold on, I’d get some fresh sheets. True to form, Aaron just ignored me and planted himself on his back. Well, if he didn’t care, neither did I. When I lay down, I felt damp spots…sweat or cum…I started to get up, but Aaron hand on my arm stopped me. “Really, it’s okay. Besides, they just might get dirty again anyway.” His comment caused an anxious stir.

We lay there resting; the TV was on, but we weren’t watching. About fifteen minutes later Aaron spoke. “There’s something I’ve got to come clean about…” he started tentatively. He rolled my direction placing a hand on my chest, “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression…”

Oh yeah, here it comes…a “boy was I drunk” disclaimer.

“As I said, I’ve got a couple gay friends, and we’ve sort of even jacked off together a couple of times, but I’ve never done anything more until today. I’m not sure what guys really do…or what I really want…but I’ve decided I want to explore things. Actually it’s kind of one of the reasons I wanted to come down to see you. I’ve always liked you and felt safe…I could ask you anything…I could maybe experiment a bit.”

Jesus! Here is Mr. Olympic Fuck-a-Pussy confiding his sexual naïveté and ground breaking bisexuality? I was flattered but at the same time flabbergasted. “I’m no gay Dr. Ruth.” I told him. “I’m pretty sure I don’t quality as a sexual expert…on either side of the fence. I’m glad you feel you can trust our being friends enough to speak your mind and the feelings you’re having. Well, depending on what you want to know, what you want to do…we’ll just take it at your own pace…you make the call.”

Aaron didn’t say anything; he just moved closer and placed his head between my neck and shoulder; his body was shaking slightly.

What to do? I thought for a moment, then asked politely, “You cold? I can turn off the ceiling fan.”

“No, that’s okay. But I think I’ll pull up the covers if you don’t mind. I think I probably got a bit too much sun today.” Aaron reached down and pulled up the blanket and comforter to our chest level, then replaced his head on my shoulder. “I think I’d like that very much,” he started, “but maybe not on a full stomach.” Soon he dozed off…

I lay there looking at a beautiful man…strong…but vulnerable…a man I thought I knew better…and now maybe I did…but there was more to share… As I was contemplating—if not worrying how to proceed, I too succumbed to my own food coma.

I was awakened by the sensation of being suddenly colder…with the notable exception of a warm, moist feeling around my crotch. Aaron’s nostrils were pointed at my involuntary “morning wood”. Maybe it wasn’t totally involuntary. I watched Aaron’s tongue moisten his lips. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but apparently I stirred enough. Aaron looked up at me after sensing I was awake.

“You know, this is the closest my face has ever been to a dick,” he observed.

“And so…what do you think you’re doing?” I asked with a smirk. I glanced down…Aaron’s dick was rock hard.

“I’ve had lots of blowjobs…but I’ve never given one. I just was wondering…”

“You don’t have to ask permission…if you want to…go ahead and try it on for size,” I told him, and deciding to lighten things up added as I laughed, “but watch your teeth, if you scrape it up, I’ll smack your ass!”

“Maybe you could show me…” Aaron shot back.

“If you want…”

“Thought you’d never get around to it…”

Now I’m not an orally gifted consummate cocksucker, but I can hold my own I guess. But I have a favorite, which revolves around the 69 positioning. I bent down over his throbbing meat, licked it and then wrapped my lips around it. I went down a bit over half way…I told you he was no little man. Aaron started responding, squirming and moaning. He was easily settling in--obviously very familiar territory for him.

He began to buck slightly, trying to push deeper. This was getting to be a problem; I’d reached my limits from this angle. “Hey, if you want deeper, I’ve got to flip around.” I told him. I didn’t even have to move, Aaron eagerly flipped himself around into a 69 position. I continued sucking…much deeper now…and worked past my own sensitive gag reflex threshold. I was now sucking almost to the base.

“Jesus, man…you’re good…no broad’s been able to take it that far.” Aaron observed.

I pulled back and said, “Yeah, but that’s about as far as she goes, don’t get too carried away there; I have my limitations too.” From that point on Aaron was gentle, testing, but gentle. A few minutes later, I felt his tongue licking the side of my cock, then the head, then he took the plunge…and a plunge it was…he engulfed me down to the root. He hasn’t done this before? Just as I was thinking this, Aaron set about gagging, coughing and choking and pulled off.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized; his eyes were watering.

“Not bad for your first shot,” I said, “I was just beginning to think you were a natural.”

He smiled and cautiously returned to sucking; so did I. It wasn’t long before I felt his sausage plump and his head expand…seconds later…he flooded my throat. It was my turn to gage and choke. I managed to dispose of most of his volleys, but some was dripping around my mouth. This set met off too…and to my amazement Aaron was swallowing.

As our sensitivities overcame us, both of us pulled off and sat up…cum dripping around the edges of our mouths and down our chins. Aaron moved forward and kissed me on the lips, then moving his tongue past them. I reciprocated, our creamy tongues doing battle, spreading the wealth.

“Holy shit,” Aaron finally exclaimed when we pulled our mouths apart. “I never thought that sucking a dick…and getting sucked could be so unbelievably hot. And that’s the first cum I’ve ever tasted other than my own.”

“Glad you liked it; any misgivings? Feeling guilty?” I asked.

“Hell no, I can’t wait to do it again.” Aaron replied.

“That can be arranged, but I’ve gotta rest up…too sensitive just now.” I said. “Besides, when you’re up to it…there’s more to learn.”

“If that’s just the starting lesson…I’m ready to fill a textbook full of notes!” Aaron laughed. “As you see, I’m sort of one horny guy…I guess I just like sex…period.”

“Works for me…more instruction tomorrow?”

“What do you think?”

We both laughed, licked our faces clean and settled in for some Sunday evening TV before dropping off for the night. As for the sofa bed…it got a rest.

To be continued…