Gay Erotic Stories

I met Sam the first year I transferred from my previous college to the one I am at now. Upon first seeing him, I thought I was going to get it. Spiked hair, bulging forearms, solid pectorals, and stretched thigh muscles greeted me as I moved into my new dorm room. When I had prepared to drop my eyes from making contact with Mr. Bully, a warm voice suddenly greeted me and solidly said, “Hey. You must be Mark!” As I cautiously lifted my head, I was immediately swooned by the perfect smile on my hunky roommate.

Even though I intended to fuck him that very first day I met him, I decided to take things slowly. After all, I was a new student. Using that edge, I got Sam to show me around school. Apart from having all our meals together, we also shared a few common classes. On the weekends, he would be kind enough to play tennis with me – with his shirt off. I guess that was why he always jokingly put down my tennis skills. How could I even concentrate, when perfectly defined abs and large pecs danced in front of my eyes? It was already hard enough to conceal my erection, but it was even harder to conceal the lust that was burning in my eyes.

Things got even hotter for me when we would be in our room together. Sam had no qualms about changing in front of – anyone, for that matter. I would be sitting at my desk, studying away, when he would just walk in from his shower and strip to absolutely nothing. His ass was solid too, and his dick was… amazing. A full limp six inches would dangle beside me as he reached for his clothes. At those moments, I would be desperately restraining myself from grabbing my boner and wacking off, there and then.

Checking that there was no one in the near vicinity, I move closer to Sam. Edging my butt to the left, I “accidentally” drop my jacket onto the ground. Bending my, I brush my hands against his muscular leg, brushed with a fuzzy layer of hair. Sitting back in my chair, I catch a glimpse of a grin spreading across Sam’s face.

Was it really a smile? I turn towards him and find the grin still there, his eyes burning desire into my. Still locked in a gaze, I slowly reached down to his crotch and began rubbing his package. Sitting back in his chair, Sam let out a sigh and closed his eyes, still smiling. As I began to rub harder, his breathing quickened and his body gave a few convulsions – convulsions of ecstasy.

Without telling him, I snaked my hand into his basketball shorts and boxers and cupped my hands around his balls. Pulling on them, Sam suddenly stuck his hand up his shirt and began rubbing his nipples. As I started to stroke him, he let out a few moans and stuck his other hand up to his nipples too.

As I wacked off his huge nine-inch boner, I couldn’t resist my self from lifting his shirt and sucking on his nipples. Even when erect, his nipples were huge, making them the ultimate feast. As he pressed his hand against my head, he began to moan again. His body convulsed, and I knew he was going to cum. At that instant, warm creamy cum flowed through my fingers while some leaked out through the perforations in his basketball shorts. “Shit,” he cursed with a smile. “I better go and clean up, huh?”