Gay Erotic Stories

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF MAN/MAN SEX. IF THIS MATERIAL IS ILLEGAL IN YOUR AREA, OR YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE, DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. NO STORY IS WORTH PRISON TIME. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first story. I already have a sequel in the works. Any comments or suggestions would be GREATLY appreciated. To contact me, get ICQ! My UIN is 13799377 and I LOVE to chat with all you sexy men out there! ALWAYS CLOSEST TO THE FLAME: "Yeah, Heidelberg, it was great!" He said, smiling slightly. Ethan Boreanez, a gorgeously perfect Arlanda college student, had one of those flashing, dazzling smiles. Every time he said hello, every time he passed an aquaintence - his face brightened with the seductive grin. His light brown, almost dusty blonde hair, and big, deep, blue eyes just added to his already handsome face and sculpted body. "If you think it's over yet, you have another thing coming!" Mark, or Heidelberg as he was called, exclaimed. Mark was an attractive guy, the Mr. Right all the women were after. Just finishing up high school, he was kind, generous, understanding - not to mention being 5'9, and 153 lbs with black hair and eyes blue as the sky. Each time his expression changed, his eyes would twinkle. It was captivating, hypnotizing, exotically arousing. Leaning over Mark placed his hands on Ethan's broad, muscular shoulders and through a sigh of relief, pressed his lips against Ethan's. Sliding his hands slowly down Ethan's back, they came to rest on the firm, fleshly lobes of his ass. Pulling them close, Mark grinded his huge erection against Ethan's throbbing crotch, "God, you drive me wild..." Ethan whispered through the kisses. Diving into Mark's arms, Ethan put his hands on Mark's chest and plunged his tongue into his mouth. They kissed passionately until Mark broke their tight embrace by sliding his hand down between them and fondling Ethan's hard dick through his jeans. Then, the door beside them suddenly burst open, sending a stab of fear into Mark and Ethan both. Smiling and laughing, a tall, beautiful blonde girl stumbled in, "Oh, hey guys! Sorry to...disturb you!" she giggled. "Jesus Christ it was only Clara!" "You frightened the shit out of me!" Clara pushed the wild strands of her Norwegian blonde hair back behind her ears, "Well, sorry!" She laughed, blinking her big, green eyes, "But you two can't just shag anywhere! Geez-us, get a room for crying out loud!" Ethan just stood back and smiled slightly, watching Clara's intoxicated antics, "She drinks way too much, way too often!" he commented. "You think?" She blurted. Mark smiled as he remembered all Clara's previous Friday nights and, holding her by the arm, led her into their apartment's living room. Mark and Clara were roommates, a situation straight out of a daytime comedy show. A high school-age gay man just recently "out-ed" by an ex-lover living with a beautiful, young, FEMALE, Norwegian model trying to make it in the United States as an actress or a can of beer, whichever came first. Then there was Clara's mother, who constantly harassed them, and Ethan, Mark's lover, a Southern gay gentleman stuck in the middle of it all, "Time for bed, Clara," was all he could say. Ethan watched the comical struggle for a few moments and, laughing inside, nudged Mark. When he turned around, Ethan calmly whispered, "I'll leave the two of you alone...phone me when you've tucked her in, okay?" Mark sneered and nodded through a flawless smirk. Waving he led Clara to her bed and knocked her on it, "You're lucky you don't have a straight roommate," He joked, "Or he'd be getting pretty damn lucky right about now!" Clara giggled, "That's all I need, another guy putting the beef to me!" She adjusted her fluffy pink shirt, and pulled her white, leather mini down to cover her legs a little more. Lying down, she calmed a little and kissed Mark on the forehead, "Thanks, love, I owe you again." Mark smiled, "S'okay." He stepped away from the bed and slowly dimmed the light. Shutting her bedroom door he leapt for the phone and punched in Ethan's number. Five minutes later he finally gave up and decided to get ready for bed. Stepping inside the bathroom he pulled his shirt off, exposing his rippled abs, hard pecs, and erect, dark nipples. He unbuttoned his pants, zipped them down, and pulled them off. Only in his underwear, he squeezed the hard-on he'd had all night and pulled down his briefs, letting his young, massive cock spill free. Stroking it a few times he turned on the water and began to fill a nice, hot bath. Lifting his iron thighs into the water, he sat down, spreading those tight, almost virgin butt-cheeks for the first time in a week. Slipping his sexy body beneath the bubbles he took his cock in his hand and started to feel it. First, he tickled it gently, and rubbed between his legs, just beneath his enormous, juicy balls. Then, clutching it hard in his hands, he began to stroke, almost jerking it. Closing his eyes he let his head fall back, exposing his sensual Adam's apple. Then, like a dream, he felt a moist, warm tongue on his neck, following by a hard, masculine hand on his swelled penis, "You didn't honestly think I would leave, did you?" A voice said. Mark opened his eyes. "Ethan! Actually...ooh...that feels good, right there!," He gasped, "Actually, I did, not that it's a problem." Ethan smiled, and slipped over the edge of the bathtub and in with Mark. Still wearing a T-shirt and jeans, he was suddenly soaked, warm, and horny. He kept his hand on Mark's dick and after some cheek-kissing foreplay, started tonguing. Mark was hot with desire, and started rubbing his hands all over Ethan's wet, clothed back. Then, he slipped his hands into the ass of Ethan's jeans and fondled his naked cheeks. After a few moments, his hands went farther, and Mark began to finger Ethan's hole. Cramming one, two, three, then four fingers deep into his ass. Ethan began to thrust his hips, increasing both their pleasure and he stroked Mark's cock in violent, hard rhythms. "I'm glad we arranged this date, we..." Ethan's sentence was cut short as Mark slurped at his lips, plowing them open and tangling their tongues in a wet, warm mess. They continued like this for minutes on end, connected by the tongue. Ethan jacked Mark over and over, sliding his own tight ass around Mark's fingers. Sex with either of them would be satisfying, sex between them was a nuclear orgasm. Mark's breathing suddenly became heavy as the water drained away after Ethan had accidentally hit the plug. Taking his fingers out of Ethan's ass he gripped both sides of the bath tub. Ethan sat up between Mark's legs and continued to stroke him until his cock began to unload. Tense muscle spasms sent splash after splash of warm, thick cum over Mark's chest and abs. It went on for a few moments until the orgasm had passed. But Ethan was still raw, and he had more to do in mind. Pulling off his wet shirt, he left his jeans on. Leaning over Mark, he pressed his face against his chest. Slowly his tongue crept out from inside his mouth, and he licked the cum, savouring the delicious taste. Sliding his moistness over Mark's nipples he caressed them, savoured them, lapping up the cum that decorated him like icing on a cake. Sliding down to his hard abs Ethan began to lick the grooves of Mark's muscles, where the cum settled in little pools, "Delicious," he said. Mark enjoyed the tongue bath until Ethan looked up, "My turn, Heidelberg," he laughed, and pulled off his jeans. "Lean against the wall," Mark instructed. Ethan stood, and placed his back against the wet, tiled bathroom panels. Slowly, Mark took his seat between Ethan's legs, and ran his hands up his thighs. Ethan began to quiver a little as Mark's hand reached Ethan's dick, "You still got that Chevrolet cock," Mark joked. "Like a rock," Ethan laughed, leaning his head back to enjoy the sensations. Mark raised his head up until his face was pressed into Ethan's balls. Opening his mouth he slurped in the bag all at once and swirled it around in his warm mouth. Ethan started to shake and tremble. Sitting up, Mark was face to face with Ethan's throbbing manhood. Mouth open, Mark's tongue slipped out and licked Ethan's piss-slit. Then, all in one swift motion, he took Ethan's nine inches right down to the balls, gagging slightly, but not backing off. Instead of sliding up and down Ethan's cock, he kept it in his throat, and began to swallow as fast as he could. The smooth contraction of Mark's tongue and throat muscles sent waves of pleasure through Ethan's body. Within seconds, Ethan blasted his load down Mark's milker. Several squirts splashed out of his mouth and began to drip down Ethan's thighs, much to Mark's enjoyment. Coughing up cock Mark began to lick Ethan's thighs, frenching his legs. Eating up the last remaining drops of cum Mark looked up at Ethan's big blue eyes, at his light hair, and smiled, "Forget the date, THAT was great!" Ethan laughed, flashing that flawless smile, "Thanks, Heidelberg. Now, I gotta get home and sleep, Saturday's a big day!" Mark stood up, "Sure thing, Ethan." Leaning in they started to kiss, then to French again. Swirling saliva, cum, and tongues around in their joined mouths they ended the evening, Ethan got dressed and left and Mark walked around in his undies for a few minutes, until he decided to check on Clara. Peeking in he saw her sleeping peacefully, and decided it would be a good idea for him to visit Mr. Sandman too. Little did he know the catastrophic event that was waiting to happen. He couldn't see into the future, he couldn't see the blood, and he fell peacefully to sleep, peacefully to doom. CHECK OUT "ALWAYS CLOSEST TO THE FLAME PART-II" FOR THE EXCITING CONCLUSION! BY: ETHAN ICQ-13799377 COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED, BUT PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME.