Gay Erotic Stories

We where friends since grade four when he moved here from Volvograde, Russia, his name was Matthew Whitewolf in English but he insisted for everyone to call him Matt. Later in grade six I was dating a girl named Cristal Fernette, when I found out she was cheating on me, I dumped the slut & vowed never to go out with a whore like her again. Since then I began to find Matt hotter every time I saw him.

Then six years later I stead at his house for a week when his parents where back in Russia visiting family. The first week went by normally until the eighth day, Matt was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when I accidentally walked in on him, he was totally naked and for the first time I had past his shirt outside of the locker room, and for the first time every I saw past his boxers, he was even more perfect then I imagined; he had a perfectly defined incredibly muscular body, with a god like ass, when he turned to see what the noise at the door was I saw his dick (possible the thickest cock I ever saw it was at least 1 inch wide and more than 7 inches long. He pulled on the towel as fast as he could, and even thought I liked what I saw I closed the door. Hours later when he came into the bedroom I pretended to be asleep, seeing through my lie he told me "You know it could have gone a lot farther than that, and I might not have objected". That night and many after I cursed myself to sleep for not perusing him further.

Then two years after that the words I was dreading to hear from Matt "I marrying Kirstin!" (Kirstin was his long time girl friend). Although I acted happy for him I felt like jumping off a VERY tall building.

A week later all hope was lost because the wedding was in the next four days. I was sitting on my couch watching TV when I heard a car door close outside; when the door bell rang Matt was standing there with his head against the frame. As soon as I opened the door he walked over to me without lifting his head and grabbed me. I knew something was very, very wrong because he was crying, he didn't even cry when his brother died in a car crash around nine years ago. "What’s wrong?" I asked as thoughtfully as I could. All I got back was tear filled gibberish.

I responded by saying, "Calm down, compose yourself I'm the one who breaks down not you."

"It's Kirstin she was fucking her bride’s maid when I got home from work and she canceled the wedding and kicked me out, I don't know where to go, I don't have any money she wouldn't let me grab my wallet, I...,I...,I..." from there it dissipated into more non-understandable mumblings. "Don't worry you can stay here for as long as you need okay." That was met with sounds that could have been a tear filled thank you or the Russian word for bitch.

That night Matt went to sleep on the couch unable to get comfortable and when I woke up he was in my bed with his arms raped around me, which I didn't mind except the cacophonous wail of a snore he had.

When he woke up he repeated many times, “All I really want to do today is get back at that bitch.”

“How are you going to do that?” I asked without thinking,

He responded by saying, “Tray, it's no big secrete.” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked without thinking again (If you didn't notice there’s a trend forming, I'm not a morning person.)

“Don't play coy, I know your gay, and think of it, she fucked her best friend, so I should do the same.” he replied

I dropped my coffee mug letting it shatter when it hit the floor. Ignoring the mess he walked over and began to kiss me, not being shy, just full-Frenching. I slipped out of my shirt, and then slowly pulled off his. Once up stairs I threw him on the bed taking off his pants then boxers, after taking off the rest of my clothes I jumped onto the bed with him. I started on his sculpted chest slowly kissing him working his way down starting formed pecks down. First I started licking and sucking on his sac with moans of pleasure I proceeded onto his cock, licking the cut head then getting as much of it in my mouth as possible. Then he put his hands on my shoulders as if urging me to continue. Approximately half an hour later he asked. “Can I suck you off?”

“No objections here.” I responded, he got on his knees and I stood up. Without any foreplay, he started to suck, although he was not very careful with the teeth it was perfect, my best friend the man I always wanted I had him.

Getting some lube from the nightstand, he began by flipping me over then he slowly shoved in his dick little by little as if not to hurt me, then eventually he began to start to speed up; it felt so amazing.

It took me almost a month to convince him to try anal, but when he did, he said he really, really liked it.

Now we still fuck all the time and we are still friends…well more than that, now we're engaged, the wedding is going to be on the 18th of July 2009…soon I will officially be Tray Whitewolf-Corimer.

So good bye and wish us luck for the future.