Gay Erotic Stories

My buddy J and I met through a common friend and started hanging out pretty regularly. We went to the bars. We hung out in classes. We even did a radio show together at one point. Life was good. No complaints. But as school went on I became increasingly aware of something that I felt like I needed to let my friends in on if only so I could just relax and let life happen. I'm bi. I was noticing that some of the girls had some hot men on their arm and I was increasingly finding my eyes bouncing from one to the other.

J and I used to head to the pool hall or the bars to check out the local tail. Even if one of us was dating someone at the time, the tradition didn't really change. It just turned from "I hope I can catch her eye so we can get together" to "I bet she WOULD be hot IF we got together". And when the "others" had a busy weekend we tended to seize the opportunity to rent porn and see what if sex still looked the same with people we WEREN'T dating. Let me say this for the record...sex never changes.

On one particular night J and I got particularly drunk. We decided to check out the Pam & Tommy Lee tape. What little sex there was got us interested...but all those "I love you" and "planning the wedding" scenes put a damper on that interest pretty quick. J decided we should head back and ask to exchange the movie. Still being drunk, and thinking that whatever anyone says when I'm drunk is usually a good idea, that's exactly what we did. One the way back from the movie store, I decided now was the time to tell J my secret:

"Dude, I gotta tell you something." I said.

"Was that it?" he asked.

"No, dick. I just don't know how you'll respond. And I want you to keep this between us." I continued.

"As long as you ain't killed nobody, then I don't really care so go ahead."

"Alright...okay...I'm bi." I sputtered.

Nothing. No reaction. He was a couple of steps ahead of me at this point so I couldn't see his face, but there was no visible response.

"Dude?" I said.

"What? Alright, I don't care so don't worry about it." J said.

And that was that. He knew. I could chill. I didn't have to worry so much if he saw me checking out a guy here and there. The bigger problem was that I thought J was a cool guy and was so easy-going that I thought he and I could "help each other out" without it becoming some big deal. He's a fit and good-looking guy. So am I. I don't want a boyfriend. I just wanna fuck around now and then. And while his nonchalance was comforting, it made me think he wouldn't really be into it. It felt like more of a "as long as we don't discuss it, I'm not gonna be freaked out" reaction more than a "I support you and hope you're happy" kinda thing.

So we headed back into my place, J handed me the video, and went to the washroom telling me to gets things started. So I did just that. I took off my jacket and shoes, put the video in, grabbed a couple beers from the fridge, and headed back into the living room. I sat on the couch and waited for J. When he came back in, he asked if he could setup the pull-out couch so he can crash whenever he happens to do so. I set up the sofabed, grabbed him a pillow and blanket, and planted myself on the chair.

The new flick featured some pretty hot ladies so we both commented on the first duo sharing their man in the first scene and then just enjoyed the movie. After the first movie, J seemed to be shifting under the blanket. A couple seconds later he dropped his pants on the floor next to the bed. He saw me notice and just laughed and said not to get excited that he just isn't gonna sleep in his pants. But then he leaned over the side of the bed (away from me) and was reaching for something.

"Whatcha got man?" I asked.

"Nothing, just sorting out my stuff." he replied. When he returned to the prone position I noticed he was rubbing something into his palm and then put that hand under the blanket. Now, until I met J it had never occurred to me to use lube when I jerked off. I don't know why. I'm cut, so it should have made sense. Anyway, I found myself watching him more than the movie to see if he was gonna beat off under his blanket. After a couple of minutes, I saw his hand moving...slowly, but surely. So I decided, I was gonna join him. I stood up, dropped my pants, grabbed a blanket, and sat back down...to J laughing at me.

"What? You're doing you thing. Why should I have to wait?" I shot back.

"Alright. Here." He reached down and tossed over a jar of Vaseline.

"I knew you had something down there!" I said.

"Hey, I got it in your bathroom. Enjoy!" he chuckled.

"Never tried it. So we'll see." I replied.

"WHAT?? Man, you're gonna love it. Anyway, shut up we're missing the movie."

So I spread a thin layer of Vaseline on the palm, reached under the blanket and into my boxers, and discovered that lube is just about the best invention ever. Stroking my cock with the lube was incredibly hot. So hot that I found I had to slow down so I wouldn't cum too quickly. But I started to play with the head of my cock and fingered my balls. I really got into it. But as I continued I found myself more and more annoyed by the blanket sitting on my lap. A wool blanket and lube creating a challenge all their own.

"Fuck this." I said as I threw the blanket to the ground, stood up, and dropped my boxers.

J laughed and said, "Dude!"

So I walked right in front of the TV and grabbed by hard cock.

"Problem?"

"Naw man. But I can't see the TV." J said, clearly trying to avert his eyes.

I reached behind me and paused the video. "Dude, you can look at it. Fuck. You have a cock too. It's in your hand right now." I said and started stroking my cock.

J looked and said, "Alright I saw it. Put the porn back on."

So I hit play and sat back down jerking my cock all the while. I flipped between watching the ladies dyking it out and watching J stroking his cock under the blanket. So, feeling ballsy I grabbed J's blanket and threw it to the floor. At first he covered up and started reaching for the blanket.

So I said, "Dude I'm out for all the world to see. What's the big deal?"

He said, "You just stay there then." and went back to stroking his cock. His was a little longer than mine but we're the same girth. And we're both cut. I have to admit, he has a beautiful cock.

So we both grabbed a little more Vaseline and got back to jacking our cocks. I found myself watching him more than the movie at this point. So I quickly got to my knees and grabbed his cock and began stroking him. At first he tried to pull away but I told him to relax and he dropped his hand and enjoyed. After a couple of minutes I was jacking myself as I stroked him off and got ballsy again. So I went down on him. Again he resisted but I persisted and after a minute of hesitation he grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my face. A moment later, having never stopped pulling my meat as I sucked his cock, I came on the floor. Soon after he tapped my shoulder and said, "I'm gonna cum."

"Mmm-hmm"..was all I could mumble. I wanted him to cum. Right down my throat. And cum he did. He came hard. And I sucked it all back and I licked him dry and kept sucking as he began to go soft. Finally he pulled away.

"Dude! It gets sensitive after you cum!"

I had to agree. It's true. But I regret nothing. It wasn't the last time I tasted him either. But that's another story.