Gay Erotic Stories

After an unforgettable Friday night—the first time I fucked another man, the first time I ever sucked a man’s cock, and the first time I ever drank another man’s cum—and then a really nice Saturday when we spent time together and started to become friends, Sunday was a rude awakening to the real world. I still had studying to do, papers to write, and classes to attend.

The world had not stopped during those dizzying hours we’d been wrapped in each other’s arms ...

I was in the library Sunday afternoon when an IM from him popped up on my computer screen.

>>What are you doing?

> Studying.

>> I’ll leave you alone then.

> What are you doing?

>> Grading papers. Missing you.

> Awwww ...

>> Shut up and study!

And it was pretty much like that every day. He had his stuff; I had mine. I sent him at least one e-mail a day, and I got at least one e-mail from him. We IMmed a couple of times, and every time we chatted, it was like it was before. We talked about stuff. Neither of us mentioned Friday night ... or any future dates.

Until Thursday.

I was finishing up a Brit. Lit. paper, and his IM popped up.

>> Hey.

> Hey.

>> Sorry about the short notice, but what are you doing tomorrow night?

> Nothing.

>> Saturday?

> Same thing.

> Why?

>> I just got invited to a gallery opening in the City tomorrow night. Would you like to go with me?

> An art gallery?

>> Of course. The artist is a friend of mine. It’s his first gallery showing, and he’s really excited.

> I’d love to go!

>> Great.

There was a long pause. I was waiting for him to tell me what time and all. Then:

>> We’ll probably spend the night.

Now it was my turn to pause. Then:

> Where?

>> My friend has a loft a few blocks from the gallery.

Pause.

>> But he won’t be there. He says I ... we ... can stay there.

I couldn’t believe how hard I got so fast.

> I guess so.

What the fuck could I say ... ?

>> You guess so?

> Yes! Yes! Yes!

>> You sure?

> Ohhhh yeah ...

>> :-)

> One thing ...

>> What?

> What should I wear?

>> Actually, you should wear a suit and tie ... but ...

> No prob.

>> Okay. I’ll pick you up at 6?

> Can’t wait.

I logged off and called my mother. I told her I’d been invited to this big art opening and I needed my suit. She balked, I whined ...

“Who invited you?”

“A friend.”

“Do I know him?”

“I doubt it.”

“Andrew ...”

“Just send the suit please ...”

“Do you know how much it’ll cost to hire a courier ... ?”

“I’ll pay. Take it out of my savings ...”

The suit arrived about three o’clock. I was so excited, it was hard not to jack off in the shower, or keep from cumming when I soaped myself up—I was that turned on. I took extra care with my hair ... stole some of my roommate’s cologne, and untied and retied my tie a dozen times before I was satisfied with the knot.

Tonight I had to look perfect for David and his friends.

It was dark when he picked me up, so I couldn’t really see him. I got in the car, and we drove away. Before we got to the Interstate, however, he pulled over at a dark spot and kissed me.

“You look great,” he said. “And smell good, too.”

“Thanks.”

Pulling out onto the road again, he quipped, “I’ll have to take you more places where you need to wear a suit.”

It was about an hour’s drive into the City, and he told me about his artist friend. He was one of the few people who knew David was gay—David was not even out to his parents—and he was the only person who knew about David and me. It kind of shocked me that David was already thinking along the lines of us. He was so excited for his friend’s big break, and I sort of fell in love with the way David was happy for someone else’s good fortune.

The gallery was awesome, and the art was great. I was afraid it would be some modernist shit, but it was really kind of like a cross between Picasso and Dali ... it’s hard to explain. The gallery itself was a series of rooms so that you really had to view them in order, and the paintings were hung so that they almost told the story of the artist’s development.

It was cool.

And it was very cool the way David talked to me about the art as if he believed I also had an opinion that would matter. And he didn’t hover over me like a father- hen, either. A few times he was pulled away to talk to someone, and he just sort of let me enjoy the art. At the same time, however, he did not hesitate to introduce me to people—as his “protégé,” not his boyfriend—but I got the impression most of the people who met me knew exactly what our relationship was.

Which was strange because I didn’t even know exactly what our relationship was —except that it was pretty clear that David was working on a real relationship, not just some “student fuck-buddy” arrangement.

Oh! I forget to describe how gorgeous he was that night. It was obvious from the fabric and cut that his suit was very expensive, probably even tailor-made. Now, David was one beautiful man—tall and lean, muscular without being muscle- bound, not an ounce of body fat or an inch of wasted man-flesh ... but this suit made him look magnificent! I don’t know what I wanted more—to stare at him forever wearing that suit, or to tear if off of him and do nasty things with the beautiful body it both covered and revealed.

Sometimes I stood back and watched him, the way he stood and moved with such elegance, and I reminded myself that I had made love to that man, that he was my date, and we would be spending the night together.

Once, when we were alone in one of the smaller “rooms” of the gallery, he came up behind me and took me in his arms, pulling me close. I could feel his cock inside that gorgeous suit. “I see you checking me out,” he whispered into my ear.

“You told me it was okay to look at you like that.”

He kissed my neck. “Did I say that?” His lips lingered on my neck.

Without even thinking what I was doing, I reached behind me and gently massaged his crotch. He let out a little yelp and sprang back.

“Why, Andrew Graham, you nasty little boy!”

I felt the cloud pass over my face, and a heavy brick fell in my stomach. Immediately he took my face and held me nose-to-nose.

“I’m teasing. I’m glad you felt that you could—”

Another man entered the room we were in, and David quickly stepped back and turned toward one of the paintings. The intruder didn’t stay long, however, and we were soon alone again.

“I can’t wait to get you alone in that loft,” David whispered.

“When can we politely leave?” I asked.

“Fuck polite. Let’s go.”

We made hasty good-byes. David said something about a sudden headache, and his artist friend winked at me. “Take care of him.”

My cock quivered in my pants to think that someone else knew what we were going to be doing. But I’d had a couple of glasses of champagne, so I winked back and said, “Oh ... I will.”

I couldn’t believe I had more or less admitted to someone that I was going to have sex with Dr. Cooper.

The loft was in an old industrial building with one of those big freight elevators where you had to close the gate before it would go. As soon as the gate was closed and the elevator was moving, David had me against the wall, kissing me fiercely, untying my tie and unbuttoning my shirt.

I don’t know where I got the courage, but I also undid his tie and tore open his shirt laying my hands on his firm and smooth pecs. The elevator slowly groaned and jerked its way to our floor, and he had my fly completely down. His hand was inside my pants, stroking and jerking my cock, massaging my balls, and then stroking my cock again. I tried to do the same thing to him, but he pushed my hand away, released his own cock from his pants and inserted it into mine, plunging it between my legs and thrusting in and out as if he were fucking me.

He pulled me in to him, holding me tight as if he was afraid I might melt or evaporate. Our cocks rubbed together as he moved faster and thrust deeper, and he kissed my mouth desperately, as if the kiss were saving his life.

I don’t think either of us felt the elevator stop at our floor.

Our lips never parted, and our hands never left each other’s body as we made our way down the hall and into his friend’s loft. I don’t remember his fiddling with keys and locks, but the next thing I knew, I was on my back on the bed, and he was bending over me, pulling off my pants.

His cock was still out from the elevator, and it slapped my cheek as he worked over me. I immediately took it into my mouth and began to suck it. The precum tasted so sweet and salty, and I had wanted him for so long ...

While I took as much of him down my throat as I could, and flicked my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive underside of the tip, he maneuvered around and began to suck me. I arched my back and groaned and we sucked each other and brought each other perilously close to cumming.

I thought I had lost it when he began to toy with my ass with his forefinger and inserted it ... just a little but enough to make me bark and jump.

“Not yet,” he rasped.

He rolled me onto my stomach and knelt astride my waist. I felt the heat of his buttocks resting on mine and the chill of his ample precum leaking all over the small of my back. He massaged and caressed my shoulders, my neck, my upper arms. I felt his weight shift, and he kissed my neck, tickling me with his hair.

His hands made their way down my back, and his kisses followed. I felt him move until he was kneeling at my feet. Now his hands were working my waist, the small of my back, and my ass cheeks. I groaned shrilly and arched my back when he kissed me. Then his tongue blazed a burning trail between my cheeks and into my hole. I shrieked as if I were in pain as he worked my ass with his tongue and finger, inserting the finger just enough for me to stiffen nervously.

Relax, baby.

I felt him lie atop me, and I sighed under the warmth of his full weight. He kissed my neck and flicked his tongue around the inside of my ear. Then I felt him move, gyrate, and his hard, huge cock slipped between my cheeks. He propped himself up, and I turned my head to kiss his forearm and rub my face against his downy arm hair.

His cock, saturated with precum, slid up and down between my ass cheeks, and then, slowly, he pressed the tip of his cock against my asshole, slowly and gradually inserting it just a little.

I cried out and bucked up onto my knees. He withdrew and dropped again onto my back, kissing my neck.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “Not tonight. Not yet.”

Giving the small of my back one final kiss, he rolled me onto my back and slid out of bed. He tore open his overnight bag and returned to the bed with a condom that he ripped open with his teeth and wrapped my dick with. Then, telling me to stay on my back, he squatted over me and slowly lowered himself onto my desperate cock.

Oh fuck!

I’m not sure which one of us called that out, as he took all of me inside him, and he stared down at me with such an incredible look in his eyes. I slowly moved and then thrust faster and faster as the look in his eyes communicated deeper and deeper ecstasy.

Yes. Yes. Oh fuck. Andrew!

I was bucking and thrusting as hard as my body would allow, when he tossed back his head and a weird, breathy groan escaped his throat.

I did not expect it at all, but he started to cum, shooting thick streams of creme onto my stomach, my chest, one reaching all the way up to my face. His expression was pure, delirious joy, and he screamed my name as spasm followed spasm, and he saturated me with his cum. I felt myself getting close, and I couldn’t catch my breath. He clenched his butt and pressed himself onto me so that when I came, I was completely engulfed in him.

He grunted and groaned ... oh! oh! oh! ... with each of my spasms and clenched his ass to squeeze out every last drop of my cum. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t catch my breath, and I thought I might pass out. My cock still hard and still buried in his ass, he leaned forward and began to clean his cum off of me with his tongue. He used his finger to wipe the one stream that had landed on my cheek, and he fed it to me. I licked off his finger and then wrapped my mouth around it and sucked on it like it was a cock.

Without thinking, just moving on a passionate frenzy, I pushed him down onto the bed and took his now-flaccid cock into my mouth. I felt it swell and stiffen as I began to suck and stroke it. My favorite thing to do was to swallow him all the way down until my chin rested on his shaved belly and then slowly, with my mouth closed tight and my tongue pressed against him, slide him out until only the tip stayed in my mouth. I sucked and licked the tip and then slowly lowered my head until I was swallowing all of him again.

His breathing was coming in short gasps, and he arched his back and writhed in near agony. I knew he was about to cum, and I sucked and licked frantically, wanting more of the delicious creme he had fed me with his finger.

Andrew ... he panted. Andrew ... wait.

But it was too late. My hands found his ass, and I explored him with my finger the way he had explored me.

With a scream, he gushed into my mouth, and the feel and taste of his cum made me greedy for even more. I plunged my finger all the way into his ass until I felt the nub of his prostate and I massaged it while I kept sucking him. Even after I felt his orgasm stop, and his breathing slowed to a heavy pant, I kept sucking his cock and tickling his prostate.

He groaned and grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up to him to kiss me.

“Oh fuck, Andrew,” he whispered and he kissed me again.

I was still aroused, and I could tell by the way he was kissing me that he was too. We were both drenched in sweat, and the bed was a mess of rumpled sheets, discarded clothing, and cum stains. But our kisses were not gentle and slow like after sex, but hard and desperate and craving. Without saying a word, he rolled onto his side and drew up his knees.

He didn’t have to instruct me what to do. By raw instinct, I slid over to him and entered him for the second time that night. I was still wearing the same cum-filled condom, but the bliss of being inside him again far outweighed anything else.

Slow baby. Make it last.

I entered him completely and wrapped my arms around him. His pecs were hot, feverish, and his nipples were hard like peas. When I kissed his neck, he sighed contentedly and pushed back onto me. Slowly, gently, I worked myself in and out, hugging him close and kissing his neck, his back with every plunge.

His groaning was soft ... drowsy ... and sounded of complete satisfaction. Carefully, so as not to dislodge me, he twisted onto his back and curled his arm around me. I loved looking into his drowsy, delirious eyes while I fucked him slowly, and he raised his head and kissed the tip of my nose, my eyelids, my mouth.

My arms around him and his around me, we hugged and stared nose-to-nose into each other’s eyes. I didn’t think I had anything left in me, but he took my face in his hands, held me in close eye contact, and began to thrust his hips to intensify my gentle motion.

I felt my cock swelling in his ass and knew that I wasn’t too far from cumming. Still staring into his eyes, his hands gripping my face, I thrust in and out of him deeper and faster.

Deeper and faster, and still he held my face, and still we were lost in one another’s eyes.

Deeper and faster—desperate now because I’d reached the point of no return.

He must have known how close I was because the minute I knew I was going to erupt, he fell back onto his pillow, pulled me down with him, and kissed me hard as my swollen cock gushed another load of cum into the condom. He drew his knees even further in and I hugged him tight, pulling him back onto me. We lay completely still with our eyes closed and our lips barely touching.

“David,” I whispered.

“Shhh ... Just stay inside me as long as you can.”

“I can stay inside of you all night. Forever.”

“Shhh, baby ...”

His eyes were closed, and within barely a minute or two, I could tell by his breathing that he was asleep. I carefully withdrew, took off the condom and tied the end of it to keep it from leaking. Then I sat beside him in the bed and watched him sleep ... this gorgeous, gorgeous man who had described himself as shy and lonely.

Once I gently touched his cock and then cupped his balls in my hand. He smiled and inhaled deeply. I was tired too, so I pulled the covers over him and slid into bed next to him. He was still hot, and I snuggled up close to him for warmth.

“Good night, Dr. Cooper.” I kissed the back of his neck and then closed my eyes. I was asleep in no time.