Gay Erotic Stories

"Ahh, I can't believe how tired I am! The work just doesn't stop." I said to my roommate one night, as I stared a good 4 hours of work straight in the face. It was already 11:00 p.m. To top that off, I had a 8 a.m. class the next morning. Oh well, I said to myself. Better just get down to it! I cracked open a soda, took a big swig, and opened my math book. About 90 minutes, and 9 problems later, I was finished my math homework, with only some English to go. The trouble was, it was a shit-load of English -- two essays, and one critique of another mother-fuckers essay in my class. Putting away my math books I noticed, through my mesh pants that I had a little semi-. I turned my head to see if my roommate was looking, but he was engrossed in his classical music (earphones), and did not look like he wanted to be bothered. I sat down at my desk (which faced away from my roommate's desk, and his did away from mine as well). While organizing my papers, and brainstorming for a thesis, I began to think of my best friend (that is, until he moved away, during my junior year in high school). I began to think of how we used to give each other back massages when we were 12. Still very homophobic, but curious, at 14 one of us had the guts to ask the other to take off his shirt before receiving a massage one night. That's when it all started. I was giving him a massage, and I noticed that I myself became hard as a rock! What the fuck?! I'm not gay! At the same time, I noticed that my friend Chris kept fidgeting, and moving his ass (what an ass) around. "I think he's hard too!" I said to myself. As my heart began to beat uncontrollably I tucked my wood so he wouldn't notice, then asked if he wanted me to massage his stomach and chest. "Uh.....ok, if you want you," he said skeptically, then, with his face blood red, he rolled onto his back. I did not look at first, but told him to close his eyes. Once he did, I looked down and saw a little tent in his shorts. I massaged his stomach for five minutes, then just grabbed his shorts and yanked them down to his ankles. Surprisingly, I did not get any reaction from him, he just laid there with his eyes closed. I massaged his thighs, and his cock was now standing on end. What the hell? I thought. Might as well not disappoint him. At that I grabbed his cock with my left hand and his balls with my right -- he moaned in pleasure. I began to jerk him off, and had been doing it for a while when he said, "I want a blow job." Wow I thought. Hmmm.....well "ok" I said, but only if I can butt-fuck you afterwards. "Sure, I've been wanting you inside me for a long time." At that I told him to close his eyes, and I swallowed his whole beautiful manhood in my mouth. Bobbing up and down, with one hand caressing his balls, and the other sticking fingers up his ass, massaging his prostate, he let loose with constant moans of ecstasy. "I'm gonna come dude, you can stop now." I shook my head, I wanted to taste his man juice. A few seconds later I felt warmth in the back of my throat as his whole body convulsed for 15 seconds. When he was just coming down, in a moment a passion, I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him more passionately than I have ever kissed a girl before. We wrestled with our tongues and swished his cum around in our mouths. I was still hard though. We stopped kissing and I stood his up and leaned him over the edge of his pool table. After a brief struggle (his ass was SO tight) I managed to get almost all of my (then) 5.5" into his hole, and I started pumping away. I got so excited at one point that I picked his legs up, and wrapped them around me, so he was parallel to the ground, facing the ground. As I pumped I also played with his sack a bit. He used his free hand to begin to jerk off again, and actually jizzed on the felt of his pool table before I had my orgasm. I pulled his body toward the edge, and he licked up his on jiz. At that, I could hold it in anymore. I pulled out of his ass, and he took me into his mouth. He was lying on his back, with his head draping over the edge of the table so in essence, I was fucking his mouth. About two minutes later, he right before I came, I pulled out of his mouth, and he began to suck my nuts. I jerked off until orgasm, cumming all over his chest and stomach. I was so happy that my first shot of cum landed on his cock, because it gave me another excuse to start sucking him off again. I climbed onto the table, and we 69ed for until we both came again. Our relationship continued for another 2 years, and we did it everywhere you can think of. Cars, parks, even on a plane across country (he jerked me off under a blanket.) Unfortunately he moved away his junior year, but I never miss an opportunity to jerk off thinking of him and his tool!