Gay Erotic Stories

I filled her water bowl in the kitchen while Andy went to the bathroom to take a leak. Smiling at the situation I found myself in, I listened to my new friend peeing in our downstairs bathroom before I turned the water on--pretty strong stream. That means big dick, right?

Man! When it rains it pours!

First Joey Collucci in the locker room at school, and now this. If my life kept up on the present course, my virginity would be gone by the end of the week! I wasn’t quite sure to whom yet, but that was not too important.

After I put the dog’s water down on the floor, I waited for Andy to come out of the bathroom so that I could take him upstairs to my room. He seemed like he was taking an awfully long time in there. Could he be…?

I left the kitchen and walked over to the bathroom. Andy was nowhere in sight. He had not flushed the toilet, so I did. My parents expected their 18-year old high school senior son to be able to flush the toilet and this didn’t strike me as an unreasonable expectation.

“Andy?” I walked over to the stairs and looked up. “Where’d you go?”

Starting to climb up, I had butterflies in my stomach. At the top, there was still no sign of Andy. “Andy? Are you in my room?” I walked in and there he was, my running shoes spread out on the floor. He was barefoot and peering inside of an old pair.

“What are you, like a size 5?” Andy looked up at me smiling.

“Nine.”

He tossed the shoe at me, hitting me just north of my dick. “These are not nines, dude. They can’t be more than a five!”

I tackled him, knocking him backward onto his back. He held onto another one of my shoes as I wrestled him to a pin.

“They are nines,” I insisted, slightly out of breath from the exertion of pinning him.

Wriggling free, he quickly had me on my back. He grabbed at my crotch.

“This may be a nine, dude. Not the shoes. Perhaps you’re just mixed up,” he grinned. His emerald eyes lit up and locked again with mine.

I tried to break free but Andy kept my chest down with one arm and left his hand on my growing crotch. My cock started to grow. Honestly! How many hardons could I get in one day? I had come once this morning while lying in the extra bed in Will’s bedroom. All it took was Andy grabbing my dick through the blankets not five minutes after meeting him for the very first time. Will had been in the shower and I was just a bewildered kid meeting Andy. He was unlike anybody I knew. More forward…more aggressive; more of a horn dog than anyone I’d ever met before. I might like this.

“It’s not nine inches, Andy,” I said, “Just eight and a third.”

This cracked him up and he let go. He rolled over onto his back and laughed out loud. I sat up on my elbow and looked at him.

He was gorgeous; I’d have to give him that. He had amazing blond hair and surprisingly dark eyebrows. It made an amazing contrast with his green eyes. Andy’s teeth were straight and white. As he laughed, his smile lit up the room. His cords strained against what I imagined lied underneath. He had taken off his shoes and socks and had these big sexy feet. I swallowed hard.

When he stopped laughing at my comment, he rolled up onto one elbow and we found our faces three inches apart. Could this be happening? On the floor of my bedroom?

“Eight and one third inches! Are you sure? It couldn’t be eight and a quarter or eight and a half?” Andy looked at me, smiling again.

“Nope; eight and a third,” I explained matter-of-factly. I looked down at my own groin seeking some sort of validation. “Exactly!”

Andy put his hand on my chin and lifted my face up so that we were even again.

“Could we measure it again just to be absolutely sure?” he asked.

I pretended to be shocked that he didn’t believe me.

“You’re kidding, right? You think I mess up measuring something like that?”

“Well, maybe not. But let’s be sure.”

In one slick motion, Andy pushed me back down onto my back and reached for the snap of my jeans. I lay still and let him remove my pants. My cock was growing and straining out the top elastic band. I looked down at his own pants and was sure I saw his own basket increasing in size. Within seconds, he had my Jockey shorts off and I lay there naked from the waist down.

Andy sat on his bent knees, his bare feet splayed out to the side. He looked at the shaft of my cock. I was totally hard and the tip reached nearly to my belly button. He smiled and shook his head. “Do you have a ruler?” he asked. I thought for a moment.

“In the kitchen in the junk drawer I think.”

“Don’t move,” he commanded. Andy leaped up onto his feet and darted out of my bedroom. He padded quickly down the stairs. “Where exactly is the junk drawer?”

I told him. “Why exactly are we doing this again?” But he probably didn’t hear me. I lay back and relaxed. Andy was back in less than 30 seconds, ruler in hand. He was quick when he had me naked and waiting.

“Okay, here we go,” he said. He plopped down on his knees with his beautiful emerald eyes fixed on my mid-section.

I grabbed the ruler out of his hand. “I’ll do it, thank you very much,” I said. "I'm 18 and know how to use a ruler."

He objected. “Dude! You’re not measuring your own penis. You can’t possibly get the angle right. Give me back the ruler. I'm 18 too and I know how to measure a dick.”

I ignored him and lifted up my dick and placed the ruler beside it. There was still more pre-cum on the end so I wiped it off and held my finger up.

“I’ll take that,” Andy said. He grabbed my hand and shoved the finger with the pre-cum into his mouth.

I looked him with surprise. Did he just lick my pre-cum? Oh my god!

“And I’ll take that as well,” he grabbed the ruler away before I could object.

Taking my cock in one hand, he held it gently and lay the ruler flush against my pubic hair. He gave the end a little tug to straighten out the curve.

“Hah.”

“Hah, what?” I said, looking again into the deep green of his eyes.

“It’s eight all right. That’s pretty impressive. But I’m not getting that extra one third of an inch dude.”

“What?”

“I get eight and a quarter.”

“Let me see that.”

Andy’s hand had pre-cum smeared on it again and he went to lick it, but I grabbed his wrist and forced it closer to my own mouth. For the first time ever, I tasted my own juice--or at least the early version of it.

“Wow,” Andy’s face lit up with teeth. “That’s hot.” He didn’t even try to take the ruler back.

With fierce determination, I stretched my dick all the way out to eight and a third inches and showed Andy the place on the ruler.

“See? Eight and a third, buddy boy,” I pronounced.

“Okay, I’m impressed, now get your pants back on. We’re still going running.” He stood up.

From the carpet of my bedroom, I looked up. Behind Andy’s head on the ceiling was my poster of Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta decked out in black leather from Grease. I smiled up at him.

“You’re kidding right? We’re gonna measure you next,” I said.

“Me? No way. We’re going running.”

“But…” I protested.

“But nothing; we didn’t all the way up here to your house to measure our cocks. We’re going running. Then we’ll see.”

“But…”

“TJ! Plenty of time for that later; now get your pants on, dude.”

I laid there looking up at John Travolta. What would he do in this situation? My hard-on lay on my lower stomach, sadly neglected. Slowly, I got to my feet. Andy just stood there, his stunning green eyes boring holes through me. Facing him, my dick finally softened a bit and now pointed straight to the basket between his legs. He noticed and smiled. He bent over and gave the end of my penis a kiss.

Straightening up, his lips were closed. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Here I was standing not half a foot from Andy, this incredibly hot guy in my own bedroom. I was naked from the waste down and this hunk had just kissed my dick. My parents weren’t home until tomorrow night. We were both legal, right? What could not be more perfect about the situation? I should throw him onto my bed and strip his clothes off and lose my virginity right here.

But I didn’t.

I walked over to my dresser, dug out some running shorts and pulled them up over my thighs. Andy was frozen in place; watching me. I threw my shirt into the corner of my room and found a fresh tank top to put on. I sat down on the edge of my bed to put on my socks, then my shoes, the ones Andy had been checking out.

“Size nine, right?”

I looked up from doing my laces. What was he doing to me? “Yup. Size nine. Why?”

“I’m an eleven,” he announced.

I smiled and looked at his bare feet peeking from beneath the bell bottom of the tight blue cords.

“Yes you are Andy, yes you are. Does that mean…?”

He nodded.

We walked downstairs. I locked the door behind us as we got into his car to go to his house to pick up his running gear.