Gay Erotic Stories

After my story being submitted for such a short time, I have received so much love and support from you all! For those of you who have written to tell me (and especially to those of you who chose to show me), I so much appreciate it. I guess I forgot to add the disclaimer part to the first chapter. While most of the events in this line of stories are based on truth, I have changed much of them to keep and protect the identity of myself and other people in the story. Discretion is now a thing of great importance as I have a job in which doing things considered inappropriate is frowned on. I believe fucking and cumming on cam would be looked down on. Yes, I realized (after the submission of the first part of this story) that I used the same name of my best friend in my first set of stories a few years ago. This is not the same Jake. I have just always had a thing for the name Jake. So, for all you Jakes out there, know that I would probably jump your bones for you name alone! One more thing, yes, this is technically continuation from the previous story, as it is also based on truths. I hope you enjoy the continuation of my story. My E-Mail is sexychrispylove@gmail.com. Here are scenes from the last chapter. If you haven’t read it yet, now might be a good time to go back. “Are we really going to do this?” He whispered into my ear. His breath was hot on my cheek and smelled sweet. I answered his question by pressing my lips into his. Jake sat down in the chair and scooted his ass forward so he could lean all the way back. He closed his eyes tight and started counting. I almost fumbled to get my lips around the soft skin of his cock head. Part Two After a long day of class and dealing with the anxiety of the possibility that Jake was upset with me, I finally made it home. I couldn’t help but think that I was overzealous in trying to make something happen between the two of us. I wanted him so badly that I hadn’t thought straight. I dropped my bag off next to Jake’s by the door. Good, he was home and I can see what’s going on. I walked through the living room and kitchen of our small, two-bedroom apartment. His door was slightly open and he was listening to music. “Hey, can we –" I stopped in my tracks as I pushed open his door. He was in mid-thrust with some random chick. All I saw was his ass rising and falling as he fucked this girl. All he did was look back, and then continued with his thrusting before I could back out of his room. I went back through the kitchen and living room to my bedroom. Before I lay down on my bed, I remembered by the sound of his fucking, that both our beds were against the wall we shared. That was originally a fun thing we did so we could knock and communicate when we got bored at night. I went over to my bed and moved it against the other wall in a full rage. I didn’t even understand why I was so upset. He had brought home plenty of fuck buddies. Even back when we shared a room in the dorms last year, I never had a problem with that. I also never had a problem with bringing fuck buddies of my own home. Jake and I had laid pipe at the same time, many times over the past two years. It just hurt now. I climbed into my bed, held onto my pillow and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, Jake was already gone. I had a quick breakfast, threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a T-Shirt, and then left for a run. The cool air and music helped calm my nerves. After about an hour, I made it back to the apartment. I don’t have any classes on Fridays, so I went on to the webcam website to hang out. I wasn’t in the mood to go hardcore for points, so I set small goals. Within ten minutes, my viewers had me naked. Another five minutes and they had me jacking off. They came close to my third goal to cum, but I was primed and ready to release. I came all over my stomach and chest. After I finished, I ate some of the jizz from my body and chatted with the viewers for a bit. I had completely calmed myself down, so I decided to move my bed back to the other side of the room and cleaned up my room some. I went into the kitchen and did the dishes. I so badly wanted to talk to Jake, but it looked like he wasn’t going to be around. Halfway through, I heard my phone ding in the other room. It was a text from Mr. Madison asking how things were and letting me know that he enjoyed the show last night. I didn’t have the energy to talk at the moment so I sent back a wink and went back to the dishes. Just as I plunged my hands back into the water, the door to the apartment opened. Jake walked in and breezed through the kitchen without even a glance over at me. I was fucking pissed, now. I walked over to his room and pushed open the door, “What the fuck, man? Why are you acting like such a fucking tool?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he brooded. “Fuck that bullshit. Yesterday you completely fucking ignored me during econ and then today you fucking do it again.” I was almost screaming by this point. “What the fuck did I do to you?” “You sucked my dick!” He shouted back. “What the fuck do you want me to say? I didn’t think it would be too weird or anything, but it was.” “So I’m an asshole because I did something you said okay to? If you didn’t want to do it, we could have just said no! We’ve said no to plenty of requests.” I was raging. “Yeah, I know. I’m not mad at you, I guess. I’m mad at myself. It just got too weird. I mean, fuck! We kissed each other. I touched your cock. You fucking sucked me off. Just getting naked and jacking our own cocks was different. We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times. Fuck, I’ve even seen you fuck and get fucked by guys. That’s one thing. But we actually did shit to each other. That makes things different.” He sounded more sad than angry at this point. I sat in his computer chair and ran my hand through my hair, “Does this mean we’re done as friends, then? One stupid call on both of our parts and it’s just all done?” I wiped my face to unsuccessfully cover the fact that I was crying, “You know that I’m fucked, right? After all the fucking shit I’ve had. You’re one of my only friends.” “I just need time. The webcam shit was a stupid mistake. Yeah, we got money for it, but it wasn’t worth crossing that line.” He walked over and put a hand on my back. “Just let me process this.” I jumped up from the chair and stormed out of the room to mine. I grabbed my phone and left our apartment. I began to run. At first it was just an aimless run, meant to cool myself down for the second time today. After a few minutes, though, I had a destination in mind. I made it to the campus dorms in quick time. The front desk checked my ID and I made my way up to the 5th floor, three steps at a time. When I got to the door I was looking for, I knocked urgently. Matteo answered the door wearing one of those sexy V-neck T-shirts he looks so good in and a pair of very tight jeans. “Chris, what’s up dude?” He looked concerned; probably because I looked like a complete hot mess. “I needed to see you.” I couldn’t hold back the begging tone from my voice. “You know this isn’t a good idea. I’m with Ben, now. You made it clear you didn’t want to be with me.” The hurt look on his face just about killed me. “It’s not like that and you know it!” I sighed as I sat down on his bed. “Can you just hold me for a bit? We don’t have to do anything.” Matteo hesitated and bit his lip. I loved when he did that. He slowly walked over to the bed and sat next to me. We laid down, him behind me and he held me. There has never been a safer feeling in the world than being in Matteo’s strong, warm embrace. “I love you, M.” I held onto his arms tightly and began to cry. “And I love you. It’s the reason I’m so fucked up.” He dryly laughed. I laughed, “Sorry.” “No you’re not, you love making me crazy.” He kissed the side of my neck. “I do… But I am sorry. I wish I wasn’t a fucking asshole… I miss you.” I fell asleep shortly after in his arms. When I woke up, Matteo had a leg draped over mine and I could slightly feel his bulge against my back. When I reached down to dig my phone out of my pocket, Matteo began to stir behind me. “What time is it?” He asked, groggily. “We’ve been out for three hours.” I turned myself so that I was facing Matteo and rubbed my leg up against his bulging jeans, “I can help you out with that.” “I’ll be just fine. Thanks for the offer, though.” He slid his hand down his pants and readjusted his beautiful dick. I would have given anything to be able to see it, touch it, and taste it again. I had fucked all that up, though. “Thank you, M.” I climbed off the bed and started for the door. “I will always be here for you. Never will I break that promise.” He had a serious look to him, “I love you, Chris.” “Love you, too.” I walked out of his room and made my way out of the dorm. I missed him so much sometimes. I try to stay out of the way of his life because I have hurt him so many times and in such big ways. He found out about Mr. Madison and me shortly after we first spent the night together. I promised him it wouldn’t happen anymore, which of course ended up being a lie. He forgave me multiple times over the years for multiple indiscretions I made and every time I ended up breaking his heart. His final straw was last year when he found out that I was hooking up with guys on CL. It wasn’t just a couple here and there, it was all the time. I have always been a glutton for punishment. I needed some quick release, so I hopped on the bus and rode it out to the final bus stop outside of campus. From there, it was an extra mile of running down the access road that runs parallel to the expressway. I made it to the truck stop and went inside. The trick here is to make yourself known to the truckers by wearing a back-facing baseball cap. I grabbed one from a rack and put it on. Within five minutes I had a moderately good looking trucker approach me. He was taller than me, and had a bit of chub on him, which looked good. He motioned for me to follow him, so I obeyed. We walked out to his rig in the back and climbed into it. He had a nice set up in the back of the cab. I slid off my shirt as soon as I climbed inside and he already had his pants and underwear around his ankles. He had a nice sized cock and a beautiful bubble butt. I slid my shorts off and the dude went to town on me. He took my cock in his mouth before I had time to say anything and made it down to the base. I moaned and grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, forcing him to take me deeper and harder. He liked playing rough, so I placed one hand under his chin and continued force myself into his mouth. I continued fucking his mouth and throat until his gagging became too much. “Condoms?” I asked. He reached over into a small compartment and took one out. He did the work of opening it and rolling it onto my readily hard dick. “I want you to call me daddy when you fuck me. And be kinda rough.” He seemed almost too shy to ask. I, of course, responded by slapping him and saying, “Shut the fuck up and get ready for my cock, daddy.” The guy let loose a low growl and got on his hands and knees on the bed. I positioned myself behind him and grabbed the bottle of lube from the condom compartment. “No lube,” he was breathy from desire. I obliged and pressed my cockhead against his fuck hole, and then forced myself inside of him. He cried out in pleasure and begged for more. “Do you like my cock, daddy?” He let out a loud groan in response and I pulled myself completely out, and then slammed myself back in. “Oh daddy, I’m gonna cum in your fuckin mouth when I’m done.” I forcefully grabbed a chunk of his hair and began thrusting myself into him, fast and hard. Everytime he made a noise, I pulled his hair harder and spanked him. I made quick work of his ass and was ready to blow my load. “Dinner time, daddy!” I growled. He quickly turned himself around and pulled my condom off for me. He took my cock head into his mouth and sucked me off like he was drinking from a baby bottle. I came fast and he swallowed every drop. I grabbed him by the face and pulled him up to my face. We kissed hard and I could taste my seed on his tongue. I broke the kiss and pushed him backwards on the bed. I grabbed another condom and rolled it onto his thick dick. He may not have wanted the lube, but I put some on his dick and in my ass before climbing over him and sliding down onto it. “Oh fuck, daddy, you’ve got a thick fucking dick.” I grabbed onto his chest hair tightly with both hands and began to gyrate my hips so that his cock swirled in my hole. He moaned loudly after I began to ride him, bopping up and down fast and hard. He began to moan and groan more, so I slapped him hard in the face and continued my ride. shortly after my slap, he got a look of surprise on his face and I could tell that he already finished. “Awwww, daddy, I wanted to taste your cum.” I feigned sadness. “I, uh… Sorry.” He stuttered. “It’s fine, I have to get going anyway.” I leaned down to kiss him again and began to put on my clothes. “Can I get your number for the next time I’m around?” He asked. “If it’s all the same, I’ll just get going. I don’t like to fuck the same guy twice.” I climbed out of the cab and began my journey home.