Gay Erotic Stories

I woke up very gently the next morning, and I had that unsettling sense of not really knowing where I was. But as my eyes slowly adjusted to the sunlight streaming into the room, and I felt that I was wrapped in his arms, his legs tucked in with mine, his thick cock resting gently against my ass, it all came back to me. I felt a little strange—did we really do those things? Did I really do that thing? I could almost still taste his cum in my mouth and I kind of liked it.

But I kind of didn’t.

Dr. Cooper snorted and shifted, and I took the opportunity to steal from the bed. I was naked ... of course ... and I grabbed the first thing I could find to cover myself.

It was a luxurious terrycloth bathrobe, and I didn’t think he’d mind if I borrowed it until I found my own clothes. I went to the bathroom and then found my way downstairs. I was uncertain of the protocol—I’d never spent a night like this, and especially since he was still asleep, I had no idea what would be polite or rude or pushy or annoying to do.

It felt a little weird when I walked down the stairs and saw our clothes still lying on the floor in the hall—his jacket and sweater where he’d carelessly tossed them in his rush to feel his skin against my skin, my shirt where he’d peeled it off of my body, and my pants and briefs where they’d fallen and I stepped out of them. I could almost feel his lips on mine, his stubble rubbing against my chin.

I was getting hard again.

And it embarrassed me that I was getting hard.

“Hey.”

I turned around, and he was standing at the top of the stairs. He was naked, and he was beautiful, his blonde hair tousled like a little boy’s, his lean but firm body glistening in the morning sun, his semi-hard cock swaying just a little as he stretched and let out a satisfied morning groan.

“Hey,” I answered and began gathering up my clothes. I heard his bare feet padding down the stairs, and I felt more than saw him standing beside me.

“You okay?”

Clutching my shirt to my chest—I don’t know whether I was protecting it, or it was protecting me—I looked up into Dr. Cooper’s luxurious eyes. “Yeah.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” I replied, perhaps a little too defensively.

“I’d better get dressed,” he whispered more to himself than to me. “Wait,” he called as he climbed the stairs. “Let me throw on some clothes. We’ll have coffee ... and talk. Don’t leave.”

The truth is, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay, but I was embarrassed. What must he think of me? Online, I was an innocent, likeable kid, and now ... It didn’t yet occur to me that he had revealed as much about himself that night as I had revealed about me. I didn’t yet know that that was the beginning of intimacy.

All I knew was that I felt ... not dirty exactly ... but exposed ...

He reappeared wearing a tight, blue tank-top that really hugged his pecs and abs, and a pair of nylon running shorts. Even in this casual, thrown-together outfit, he looked as hot as he had the night before in those incredible jeans.

The coffee was hot and strong and bitter. I liked it. I sat at the table, while he leaned casually against the sink. He held the cup in the palm of his hand with a couple of fingers through the handle. That, and the way he leaned with his legs crossed, his bare feet resting carelessly on the floor... I found him so sexy. I could see the outline of his cock pressing against the nylon of his shorts.

“I suspect I know pretty much what you’re feeling right now.”

I blushed and turned away, choking on the mouthful of coffee I had just swallowed.

He laughed lightly. “That’s not exactly what I was talking about. But that’s okay too.” He paused. “It’s okay to look at me.”

I still stared into my cup.

“Andrew. Out of everyone in the world right now, I am the one it is most okay to look at that way.”

I looked at him, and he smiled.

“Do you regret last night? Do you wish this morning that it never happened?”

I hesitated. Did I? Last night I’d sure wanted it to happen. “N ... no. No, I don’t regret last night.”

“Me either.” He sipped his coffee. “Every couple has their ‘first time.’”

“But do they all have sex the first time they meet?”

“But we didn’t just meet last night, Andrew. We’ve known each other for months. We’ve been growing close for a long time now.”

I thought about what he was saying.

“I’m still LoneOne23, and you’re still 7NotSure77. We’re the same people we were day before yesterday.”

“But we’re a couple now? Is that what you’re saying?” I hated feeling the way I felt. I needed someone to talk to, and I knew that that someone should have been LoneOne23.

“That still remains to be seen.” He walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself another cup. “It takes more than one date for two people to decide they’re a couple.”

“What kind of dates?”

He smiled again and filled my cup. “All kinds. We could have dinner again. Go bowling or play some pool. We could spend a day together and go horseback riding, have a picnic ... or just walk around a museum ... or a mall. You know, spend time together. Get to know one another better.”

“You want to ... just ... hang out with me?”

“Of course. Just as I wanted to meet and spend time with a great guy I knew named 7NotSure77.” He looked at me, his brown eyes probing deep into my soul. “Last night was not only about the sex, Andrew.”

“Me either!” Damn! I was sounding childish and defensive again.

“You’re sure?”

I felt like I was going to cry. It was about the sex, but it wasn’t. If we hadn’t had sex last night, I’d have gone home very disappointed, but now that we did have sex, I was feeling weird. “The favorite part of my day is when I’m online with LoneOne23. I look forward to it all day, and I’m always sad when it’s over.”

“I’m still that guy,” he whispered. “I promise. Maybe I was wrong to bring you back here last night. Perhaps you weren’t ready.”

“Last night was great,” I told him. “I wanted it, too ... a lot.”

He set his cup in the sink and stood over me. “What are your plans for today?”

“I don’t really have any. Most Saturdays I sleep a lot later than this.”

“So, then, would you like to spend the day together? Do something?”

“Like a date?”

“Or like two friends hanging out with each other on a Saturday.”

I shrugged and handed him my empty cup. “All right.”

“One thing, though.”

“What.”

“We are not going to have sex today. Or tonight. I am taking that off the table.”

“But ...”

He bent down and kissed me, toying with my ear with his fingertip as he had done the night before. “No ‘buts’.”

He laughed at the confused expression on my face and walked out of the kitchen. “I’m taking the first shower!” he called, and I heard his voice fade up the stairs.

We had an incredible day together. I took my shower at his place, and then he drove me back to campus so I could change my clothes and pick up a few things. Then, just as he suggested, we went to the mall. We had lunch at the food court and played “Who’s hot and who’s not?”

After a few minutes, I noticed that the guys he pointed out were all young-ish, late teens or early twenties ... twinks I guess you’d call them. Like me.

Me, I tended to like slightly older men like David.

He must have realized the same thing because after excitedly pointing out to me someone I actually knew from campus, he laughed and took hold of my hand under the table. He gave it a squeeze, and then placed his hand on my knee, slowly working his way up toward my crotch. All the while, he stared unblinking into my eyes, and it was all I could do to sit still.

The tips of his fingers just reached the growing bulge near my fly, and he suddenly pulled his hand away and stood up.

“Let’s go,” he said. “We have things to do.”

In the bookstore, we both headed for the Art History department and started to leaf through a couple of books. I think he was amazed by how much I really did know and like art, especially Winslow Homer and Edward Hopper. He preferred the Hudson River School. Figures he’d be a Romantic. But it was cool the way we connected looking at the books, and he bought one—for us to look at back at his place.

We went food shopping, and then he took me back to his house where we cooked a fantastic dinner for the two of us. I was surprised at how easy he was to talk to, how much we made each other laugh.

As Dr. Cooper, he’d been one of the more entertaining and witty professors I’d had, but as David—I was getting used to calling him by his first name—he was playful, and silly, and fun.

After dinner, we watched a couple of DVDs—we found we both liked action and adventure films with hot male leads—he liked Matt Damon, I like Clive Owen. We sat on his sofa, me leaning against him and cradled in his arms. He kissed my neck and cheek from time to time, and his hands held and caressed me.

When the second movie was finished, however, he roused me from my half- slumber and drove me back to campus. He took me in the little-used south entrance and pulled his car into the driveway of a maintenance building and shut off the engine. He turned toward me, took my face in his hands and pulled me over to kiss me. For the next fifteen minutes or so, we made out like two teenagers in a 1950s movie. We kissed and bit and groped one another’s bodies —all the while keeping our clothes on. Inside my jeans, I was almost as hard and as wet with precum as I had been the night before, and when I touched him, I could feel he was just as aroused as I was. But just when it seemed as if there was only one way this would end, he pulled away from me, started the car, and drove me to my dorm.

After one final long and passionate kiss, filled with longing and arousal, he bid me good night, and I returned to my dorm room. Luckily my roommate was out, so I could jack off before I fell asleep ... alone.

When I think about it, I shouldn’t have been surprised or disappointed. He told me he was taking sex off the table, and we had had a great day together—just two friends hanging out together.

Well ... maybe a little more than “just two friends.”

But it would be another week before we’d have sex for the second time.