Gay Erotic Stories

Sheep were the obvious, but that seemed a little boring; my mind couldn’t really sort out sheep from goats anyway. Number of colleges that I was likely to get into was not a very big number so that wouldn’t take very long and probably wouldn’t put me to sleep. Number of orgasms this year, hmm. Now that was something that could help me pass some time and clear my head.

I started in January. By the time I got to February I was hard as a rock.

I looked over at Will sleeping in the bed next to me. He had pushed off all of the covers and just lay there in underwear.

Woof.

I couldn’t really see much in the dark light of the motel room, but I had convinced myself on two or three occasions that Will had an erection in his sleep. I mean, that happens, right? I had one, of course, but then, I wasn’t even sleeping so that may not count.

Maybe Will could have a wet dream tonight? I’d read in a magazine that men of our age, 18, got them all the time. Well, then, what the fuck?

Maybe Will wouldn’t mind if I licked his freshly shaved scrotum while he slept?

Maybe lightning would strike my erect penis and I would get scurvy and die on the spot.

I started to think again about the orgasms I had in March. March was of course the spring of my junior year; I was such a kid! Now that I was 18 and a big senior, last year seemed so childish, so juvenile. Will’s 18th birthday had come a few weeks after mine and we both agreed that now that we were consenting adults and could vote and smoke cigarettes and check ourselves into a mental institution, we would try and do it all. Not right away of course, but as adults, it just seemed like the right thing to do to expand our horizons, our adult horizons. The mental hospital seemed the most appealing to me right now, in fact. Will and I had been best friends since English class our sophomore year. He was Mr. Popular on campus and I was his friend, his trusted sidekick.

Nobody knew (except maybe Andy, the other 18 year old consenting adult sleeping in the other double bed in this stupid motel room) that I had secretly lusted after Will forever. Nobody knew (not even Andy, and certainly not Will) that I was no longer a virgin.

I was screwing the starting quarterback on our football team Joey Collucci for the past couple months. That was quite an achievement.

It had started innocently enough—Joey asked casually if I might be able to tutor him in History, a subject at which I excelled. Of course I said yes, then things just sort of got going from there.

My dick got a little bit harder thinking of Joey’s mouth surrounding my cock. Just to confirm what I thought I was feeling, I put my hand down there and gave it a few tugs. I brought my hand back up to my nose and sniffed. My pre-cum smelled like bleach to me. Absently, I shifted my sticky hand over closer to Will’s face and held my palm in front of his nose.

Nothing. He didn’t even smile, or flinch, or anything.

‘You’re disgusting,’ I told myself, waving pre-cum in front of your best friend’s nose while he sleeps!

I thought about my orgasms in April. There was one awfully good one late one afternoon after I’d gotten back from a long run and was showering in the gym at school; but, as always, with my own hand. It wasn’t until Joey that I finally had somebody else to count on to get off.

I couldn’t think of anything special at all about orgasms in May.

Then we were in the summer between junior and senior year and I was working at the library in town re-shelving books. Helping people fill out their applications for new library cards. Checking out books. More re-shelving. Boring orgasms.

Then came September. Now I started school again and I had to look at the inside of books!

One way too quick orgasm right after school started was kind of fun. One night I was sleeping over at Will’s house on a Friday night. The next morning Will was in the shower and I just laid there in bed fantasizing about what I wanted to do to Will. I never had the balls to tell him of course, and I certainly never gave him any hints that just hanging around him kept me hard all the time. But there I was, lying there with a total boner again in Will’s extra bed while he was in the bathroom.

Then, with no advance warning, Andy knocks on the door, introduces himself as this new dude from New York and tells me that he was going to be joining Will and I moving the football yardage markers up and down the field at our high school games. All I could focus on was the incredible emerald green of Andy’s eyes and how hot he looked in a pair of light blue cords.

Through some sixth sense, Andy knew I was hard. He grabbed my dick through the blankets. Splat! Of course I came immediately in poor Will’s sheets. Fortunately Andy never knew what happened since he had already moved on, walking into the bathroom to chat while Will finished up his shower.

Then the whole thing with Joey. My orgasms improved quite a lot through the fall. Quite a few were never seen at all by me, since I had come inside of Joey’s mouth and come inside his ass while fucking him.

Thinking about all of my orgasms for the year had not done the trick. I was still awake. And hornier than I had been a while ago--if that was even possible. I stuck my thumb onto the head of my cock and rubbed off a little more pre-cum. I licked my thumb and kept it in my mouth, imagining Joey’s thick dick being there instead. I sighed.

Will finally stirred and flipped over onto his side a little closer to me. He was facing me, his floppy underwear just a few inches from my clean hand that hadn’t touched any pre-cum. If I could just inch my hand over ever so slightly, I would be in like total contact with Will’s shorts; and then maybe with Will’s ginormous weenie.

I held my breath and wiggled my hand half the distance to Will’s underwear. My own dick throbbed and I grabbed it with the free hand that wasn’t busy. It goes without saying that I had never touched Will’s dick. In fact, until a few weeks back when Andy arranged a ball-shaving party at his house, I had never even seen Will’s dick. Pretty sad that I know the guy for over two years and can’t even get a glimpse of him nude. Andy moves to town, grabs my cock on the first day we meet, and then has Will buck naked with a hard-on on Andy’s couch one Saturday night a few days later while Andy did the honors of shaving Will’s balls. Will couldn’t of course, he was too high. It was decided. I was going to do this; I was going to touch Will’s big weenie while he slept.

First I slid the front of my underwear a few inches down, but still safely under the covers, and gave my own Mr. Happy a few tugs. Second I had to get my free hand the last centimeter or two over to Will’s shorts. I took a slow deep breath and then slid my hand carefully and silently across the motel sheets. When I made contact with Will’s underpants, Will didn’t move. Bingo! I stopped my breathing completely to get ready for the final part. The part where Will’s immense manhood is in my hand (if it could even fit!). Even more silently than before, I tried to feel what I could with the side of my hand against the front compartment of Will’s underwear. I strain my mind to figure out what it is that the back of my hand is actually touching, but it doesn’t really feel like anything.

Shit! I should have twisted my hand around so that my palm and fingers were facing Will’s underwear and not the back of my hand! I’m not very good at this. Yet!

I withdrew my hand a few inches (all that careful slow effort wasted!) and tried twisting my wrist so that my palm faced Will’s crotch. After a few seconds, I found the position of my arm uncomfortable and realized that I was going to have to shift onto my side a little and then twist my wrist the opposite way. Ever so quietly and ever so slowly, I shifted my body into a very unnatural position for my final assault on Will’s heavy hanging dick. Will still didn’t move, thank God!

At this point, Will and I were both on our sides facing each other, though my arm was in danger of falling asleep. I could feel his breath flow across the little hairs on my arm every time Will exhaled. The arm that was trying to touch or do I-don’t-know-what with his mid-section. All the tossing around had caused my dick to soften up a bit. Did I dare touch my own dick just to get it revved up again before I got down to business trying to get hold of Will? I exhaled and thought to myself, all right you pervert, it’s now or never!

Will stirred. Shit, shit, shit!

I flipped back over onto my back as quickly as I could. Will grumbled something unintelligible but stayed on his side. I watched in horror as Will moved his hand down a little, totally blocking my access to him.

I lay back, ready to give up. I reached into my own shorts and absent-mindedly rubbed my half-hard penis up and down a little. The feeling was re-assuring. Within like 30 seconds, I had myself all the way up to my usual eight and one third inches and my breathing normalized. I looked over at Will. So close, but yet…

What the fuck? It was after 3:00 now and I was not getting even a wink of sleep. Maybe if I gave up on my ridiculous plan with Will and just jerked off that would relax me and I could finally fall asleep.

I checked one last time to see if there was any way I could move my hand back over to Will’s shorts, but his hand was still in the way. Too bad for me, I probably wouldn’t have many opportunities like this in my lifetime; at least not with my donkey-cock friend Will.

Giving up, I decided if I was gonna whack off, I’d better just get to it. I slid both hands into my shorts and rolled them up and down along the shaft of my penis a little bit more. With protection from the covers, I put both hands onto my dick and started rubbing up and down. The wet sticky head of my cock brushed lightly against the sheets. This turned me on even more so my rubbing became a little more intense.

I started thinking about the first time I had seen Joey in the shower. He looked so hot just standing there in a towel looking at me naked and half-hard. I had been trying to hide my hard-on from him, but he noticed it anyway. I was a little embarrassed, but not really. In truth, I was pretty proud of my dick and I was sort of glad he noticed.

After another minute or so of playing with myself lying there next to Will, I felt I was getting awfully close. I shut my eyes and tried to think of some 3-way sexual position that I might get into with Will and Joey.

“Ahem.”

I froze. I wasn’t sure if the sound came from Will or from Andy. I was too scared to open my eyes.

“Ahem,” the sound came out of nowhere again. Fuck! I’d been caught!

“Shouldn’t you be asleep, T.J., you horn dog?”

It was Andy. I opened my eyes and looked over at him in the other bed. He was sitting up on his elbows, smiling those perfect teeth of his at me. At least I think he was smiling in the dim light of the room.

“Shh,” I said. “He’s asleep,” I jerked my head toward Will to indicate the obvious.

“So we’d better not wake him up then,” Andy said.

“Shh,” I said again.

Andy lifted the sheets of his bed up.

“Get over here.”

“What?” I whispered.

“I said, get over here.”

I peeked over at Will to make sure he was still sleeping. Or that he might represent a better offer. He seemed out to the world, so I flipped the covers back gently and quietly eased out of bed. I looked back one last time before hopping into Andy’s bed, under the covers he had risen up.

Andy was on his side up on one elbow. He was shirtless and only wearing some black Calvin Klein boxer briefs (I had taken careful inventory of the night time clothing habits of my two fellow travelers before the lights got switch off). He was grinning at me with those straight white teeth of his.

“So?” he whispered to me loudly.

“So what?” I asked back as innocently as possibly.

“So what were you trying to do with Will over there?”

“With Will? What do you mean?”

Andy lifted the covers and reached into my underwear to grab my dick. “I mean, you’re like over there beating your meat, while poor Will sleeps quietly beside you. What were you meaning to do to him?”

“Nothing!” I said with as much indignation as I could put into my whisper.

“T.J., you’re like hard as a rock here.” Andy used the back of his hand to lift up my underwear to show me visually what I was all too aware of already.

“So?” I said again.

“Here, let me see what I can do,” Andy said. Before I could stop him, Andy dove his head under the covers and stuck my dick in his mouth and began moving up and down with both his tongue and his hands.

“Oh,” I said, a little too loudly. Andy was pretty damn good at this!

Andy licked my dick up and down and nibbled lightly on the end. He drove me crazy until I started bucking my hips and then he would slow down and shove my balls into his mouth. I shaved them just before we went to the airport so that anybody who came into contact with my scrotum on this little college road trip would not have to endure even a single stray pubic hair. Andy noticed, and came up for air, poking his smiling mug out of the sheet.

“T.J., you’re balls are smoking hot,” he said. “Outstanding shaving dude!”

I looked over at Will who was still sleeping away facing us. I started to say ‘thanks’ but Andy dove down again and surprised me with by slurping and stroking my penis at the same time and all that came out of my mouth was a moan of delight.

About now, I had had about enough of Andy controlling the shots when it came to my cock. With a speed and a strength that surprised even me, I pulled his lips away from my dick, threw him onto his back and managed to get his shorts pulled down to his knees. I shoved my face into his crotch to finally take this New Yorker boy’s manhood into my mouth.

I stopped.

“What’s going on Andy?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’s going on’? Are you gonna suck my dick or what?”

“Um, well, yeah, but you’re not even, like…hard,” I said quietly.

Will groaned in the bed next to us and rolled over. We both stayed very still for about a full minute.

“Come on man, you don’t have an erection,” I complained, once the coast seemed to be clear.

“Hello?! You were the one who ripped my underwear off. If you want me to have an erection, make it happen.”

“Um, well, okay, but why isn’t it hard already?”

“I don’t know, it just isn’t.”

Andy pushed me away from his flaccid penis and started pulling on it with his hand. “Here, let me help you get it going,” he said.

I moved his hand away.

“I’ll do that,” I said. I took Andy’s soft dick into my mouth and gripped his balls with one hand. I had never had a dick in my mouth that wasn’t hard. Not that I had all that much experience in the field yet, anyhow, but the sensation was weird.

After about a minute or so, I could feel Andy growing inside me. He started to move his butt back and forth in rhythm with the bouncing of my head. His balls were shaped a little different from mine, more oval than round, and I liked the feel of them between my fingers. He was right about one thing. They were indeed as soft as a baby’s bottom. His dick itself wasn’t what I’d expected. It was long and thin, sort of like the inside part of a paper towel roll. The end was about the same thickness as the base, and there wasn’t really a big knob on the tip like I’d gotten used to with Joey. He tasted like skin and hair and band-aids all at once. Nice.

Since Andy had been patient enough to let me get his cock totally hard, he then twisted around in the bed and took my dick back into his mouth as well. Mine hadn’t gone down despite the mix-up with his. Andy’s tongue danced up and down the shaft of my cock, and I tried to imitate the motion on his cock with my own mouth. He moaned a little. So did I.

Andy flipped me onto my back and straddled my face with his legs. He started to play with my ass, so I returned the favor and let my fingers poke on his hole a bit too. When I started to apply a good amount of pressure, Andy’s moaning increased, and his hips started to buck more violently. He shoved his finger inside me and I drew back a little from the feeling. But he left it there and the pain settled. His lips and hands on my eight and one third inch hard-on felt so fucking good! I tried sticking my first finger inside of Andy’s ass very gently and it slid in without any effort at all. Andy found my prostate and pushed down against it. He slid a second finger inside me and finger fucked my ass.

After about a minute, I was toast.

I exploded into Andy’s mouth with a force I’d never felt before, the pressure of Andy’s fingers inside my butt felt so funny but so great all at once. I kept trying to do the same to Andy as my own orgasm subsided and Andy gave a huge jolt and screamed out.

“Ahh, shit!”

I don’t know what surprised me more. Andy’s cum inside my mouth or his loud scream. We both stopped breathing and looked over at Will. He was on his back and took a big sigh. When he seemed to get back to just sleeping regular again, both of us let one another’s dick slide out of our mouths. I guess I had swallowed all of what Andy shot in my mouth, though my mouth felt strangely gummy. Andy twisted back around in bed and moved his head up near mine.

“That was way fucking hot, T.J.,” Andy whispered in my ear. Then he licked my ear.

I giggled and pulled away. I stared up at the dark ceiling.

“Um, yeah, that was great. I can’t believe what you did to my butt.”

“T.J., you’ve got a hot butt. I told you that already, right?”

“Um, yeah, well maybe. Yours is pretty great too,” I said. “I pretty much shot my load that first morning we met when I saw your ass in those tight cords you’ve got.”

“Hah! I knew it!”

“Well, yeah. I mean, what’s the big deal? I was just sitting there in Will’s bedroom with a hard-on and then in walks this incredibly hot new gay guy from New York. What did you expect me to do?”

“Um, T.J., I’m not gay.”

My eyes left the ceiling and focused on Andy’s face to see if he was serious.

“Come on, Andy, you’re totally gay. So am I. I think.”

“No, T.J., I’m not. I like chicks. I'm 18 and I know I just like everything with sex. I just really, you know, I just really wanted to let you suck my cock.”

“Well, thank you. I appreciate you letting me do that.”

“Sure, no problem; you did a great job, by the way.”

“Okay, thanks again. You’re not so bad yourself, you know, at sucking cock. And you’re pretty good at prostate massage too.”

“T.J., don’t get all pissy with me. I mean, we just had a blast here in bed, take it easy.”

“What the fuck, Andy? You, like, play with my head for weeks, grab my dick at Will’s house, screw with me even more at the department store when we were getting our uniforms. You teach me how to shave my balls, then you give me probably the greatest blow job in the history of blow jobs, and you tell me you’re not gay!?”

Andy put his fingers to his lips. “Shh,” he said, “I don’t want to wake up Will.”

“Screw you!”

“Okay, we could try that, but my butt’s gonna need like a fifteen minute break,” Andy said, and then laughed silently.

“Are you still messing with me?” I asked.

“T.J., really, I just like sex. That’s all. I’m not gay, I’m not bi. I’m pretty straight, trust me. I fucked around with guys like since I was just going through puberty. It’s just sex!”

“And you do it pretty well, I’d say.”

“Yeah, well, the more you practice, the better you get at it.” He kissed me on the ear again and let his tongue stay inside. I cracked up again and pushed him away. Both of us yawned.

“So like what about that butt thing? Straight guys don’t do that. Do they?”

“Yeah, that was a blast, wasn’t it? Somebody taught me to do that a few months ago before we left New York,” Andy said casually as if someone had taught him how some video game.

“Um, yeah. But, doesn’t it mean…”

“T.J., just chill. I’m beat. Let’s go to sleep.”

“This conversation is not over,” I said. “But right now, you’re we should probably sleep.”

“Right, dude.”

I cuddled into Andy’s shoulder and was asleep in seconds.

The next morning came far too quickly for my liking. I was twisted around Andy, both of us still with our underpants somewhere at the bottom of the sheets. There was light streaming in from outside the window that the cheap black-out curtains barely contained. I looked over at Andy in the bed next to me, then over at Will in my original bed; both, totally snoozing. Maybe if I got up quietly I could shower before everyone else. Yawning and stretching, I sat up on the edge of the bed naked.

Before I stood up I thought I shouldn’t be walking around bare-assed in our motel room so I dug around at the bottom of the bed for my underwear. The first pair I pulled out were Andy’s. I gave them a sniff.

Yep. They smelled like Andy’s dick all right. I put them under the covers in the vicinity of Andy’s mid-section and then found my own. Will stirred and I froze.

“Hey, T.J., what are you doing over there?”

“Um.”

“That’s cool, was I snoring?”

“Um, yeah…you were snoring,” I stammered. “I mean, it was pretty loud.”

“Shit! I’m sorry, you should have poked me or something,” Will said, turning onto his shoulder to face me in the other bed. I was still sitting there nude, my underwear in my hand. Inside I was dying. Poked him indeed!

“No, really, don’t worry about it. I just, you know, switched to Andy’s bed at some point,” I explained, trying to act as if this sort of hopping between beds thing was pretty normal for me.

Andy rolled over and smiled. He looked at the two of us as if to say, ‘what the fuck are you two doing up so early?’

“Hey Andy,” Will said. “Thanks for taking T.J., sorry about the snoring, hope I didn’t keep you up too.”

Andy didn’t miss a beat. “No, I was fine. I admit I was a little surprise to find T.J. in my bed sucking me off during the night, but you know, no big deal!”

I gave Andy a look of death. Both he and Will busted out laughing.

“Speaking of which, I don’t know guys, it’s like there’s something going on with me lately,” Will said. I stood up and put my underwear on, turning away from both of them.

“What do you mean?” I asked, taking the bait.

“I mean, it’s like, well Peggy and I had sex twice this week; first on Monday over at her place, then on Thursday, just before we left to come up to Cal.”

“Yeah, go on…” Andy was intrigued with any talk of sex.

“So like on Monday night right after, you know, Peggy and I did it, I went to bed and I had this wet dream.”

Andy chuckled and I just stood there in my underwear listening.

“And then, like, Tuesday I was so fucking horny at school that I couldn’t wait to get home to masturbate.”

“Masturbate?” Both Andy and I said in unison. We laughed at the word.

“So I do it again on Wednesday, once at school right after lunch, then again when I get home that afternoon. Thursday Peggy and I make love again, and then Thursday night, wham, I have another stupid wet dream.”

“Sounds like you’re going through a hyper-sexual phase,” Andy explained with a straight face.

Both Will and I looked at him.

“What the fuck is that?” I said.

“You know, you just can’t get it enough--happens to me all the time.”

“Not to me,” I said.

“T.J., you’re a bad liar. You’re horned out all the time, you’re just not honest enough to admit it to your buddies,” Andy said.

“Screw you, Andy, I am not horned out.”

Will interrupted us, “Guys. Guys. Forget about it. I just don’t understand it. I mean, I think I had another wet dream last night. My shorts are wet and I’m hard again.”

Andy and I turned our heads as Will bent his knees and pulled off his underwear to show us. Yep. There was a wet spot right in the front--the same general area that I had intended to nuzzle up against during the night.

“I hope it happened after you left the bed T.J., I mean, how embarrassing!”

I swallowed but could not respond.

“And my penis is like huge!” Will said.

He threw the sheets back and Andy and I looked. My mouth went dry and I saw Andy’s jaw drop.

“This is just so fucking strange,” Will said.

From our vantage point, Will had an erection all right, a really, really big, fat erection! Fit more for a horse than a human though. It lay sloppily against his lower stomach, completely covering his pubic hair, and then extending all the way to his belly button and about two inches past.

“Jesus Will, put that thing away, you’re going to hurt somebody with it,” Andy managed.

Will chuckled. I sat down on the edge of Andy’s bed since I could nothing else.

“Yeah, Peggy says it’s the biggest she’s ever had, but you know, I don’t really know.”

“Will. I have the pleasure to inform you that yes. You have a large penis,” Andy said dead-pan. “T.J., would you agree with my assessment?”

I looked at Andy and wanted to kill him again.

“Um, well, I guess,” I said.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do?” Will asked nobody in particular. “I just don’t want to get hard at some weird time during the day. I want this whole…what did you call it? This hyper-sexual phase? I want to get past it.”

“Hmm.”

“Is there like a pill I could take?” Will asked.

“How the fuck should I know?” Andy said. “T.J.’s the doctor here.”

“Um. Well, you know, we don’t learn about this in high school biology,” I said finally, my mouth still completely dry.

Will laughed.

“Okay then. Well, when you become a real doctor, you can prescribe something for me.”

“Will, buddy, if this is still happening by the time T.J. finishes medical school, you’ll be famous all around the world,” Andy said, cracking himself up.

“Thanks. So, do you mind if I go first in the shower, T.J. I feel gross and I want to clean this stuff off of me.”

I looked over at Will lying naked on the bed. For someone who did practically no exercise, he had an amazing body. But that dick! How could I possibly have been Will’s best friend for all this time and not known about it. It was still rock solid lying perpendicular in the center of Will’s body. I thought I saw it bounce a few times as we were talking.

“Um, well, sure. I mean, of course, go ahead,” I finally said, when I could take my eyes off it and look at Will’s face. He smiled, realizing I’d been gawking.

Will stretched his arms and yawned. Then he got up from the bed, swung his enormous cock off the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom. Me and Andy’s eyes never left the middle of Will’s body.

When Will was in the bathroom with the door closed, we heard the shower turn on.

Andy and I looked at each other. Silently we both mouthed the same thing.

“Holy shit!”