Gay Erotic Stories

It was Saturday night and we were at our usual pinochle game with the neighbors. Our wives had been best friends in high school and college. I had known Barry since we double-dated in college. We both got married the same summer and then found these cute houses side by side in a new subdivision. Our children went to school together. In other words, we had been friends forever. We were partnered tonight guys against girls. I saw my wife slouch in her chair and I saw Barry’s eyes widen with surprise and then back to normal. I figured he had double pinochle or some other incredible partner-helping hand. We finished around ten and called it a day. Sunday the wives had gone shopping, dropping the kids off at the movies. I had just finished mowing the lawn and Barry stuck his head over the fence. “Hey, Buddy, can I come over and talk to you?” He sounded panicked. “That’s what friends are for. Come over and we’ll drink a few beers and discuss whatever the concern is. Hell, we can solve anything if we put our heads together.” “Fuck, man!” he said as he came through the gate, “I am so ashamed that I can hardly face you today.” “Whoa, dude!” I remarked, “Did you kill somebody or something?” “NO!” he interjected. “But I feel almost that guilty.” I looked up at him and could see a tear in his eye. I spread my arms wide and said, “Come to me, I’ll make it better.” He swept into my arms and we held each other tightly, his heart beating way too fast. “Chill, Dude. You are stressing me now. Nothing could cause this much concern.” He held me tight and spoke as he sighed. “Last night your wife slipped her hand up the inside of my shorts and stroked my dick!” He gasped for breath and continued. “I went along with it and she nearly made me lose it!” She had done the same thing with another friend during college and he had just gone away. This was different. Barry and I had been friends nearly twenty years. “I apologize for her loose hands. Your friendship is a valuable commodity. Let me tell you some history about us.” I then told him about my roommate in college and how he had moved in the middle of a semester. She later laughed about his ‘little manhood’. She always complained about the size of mine: that I was too long and too wide and took too long to finish. I went on and on and finally he relaxed against me. His arms still locked tightly about my upper body. He pulled back a bit and looked into my eyes with his lip trembling and a cluster of tears covering his eyes and cheeks. He pushed his pelvis against me and I felt his rigid manhood grind against my own hard cock. He smiled faintly and kissed me tenderly on the mouth. Still holding me in his arms he said, “My wife has complained about my size and abilities since we got married. I never figured my member was more than average. I had two brothers, one older and one younger. We were all built alike; maybe less than an inch difference. I knocked her up on our first date and she has hated it ever since. She told me your wife complained about how gigantic you were. I told her she should be thankful mine was only ten inches long. How big are you?” He blushed when he asked. I blushed when I answered. “Fully erect I have ten inches. It is over two inches across the head and I am uncut. I always figured that my balls were my glory. They are huge and when I unload, I really unload.” I chuckled at him and continued to hold him as closely as he held me. “Ten inches is nearly double the male average. Every guy will brag about his mighty six-incher. But in reality, it is five and one half. It was part of a report I did my senior year in zoology.” His hands slipped down my back and cupped my bubble butt. I followed his lead and still our hard-ons pressed against each other. I knew that if he had ten inches, and it certainly felt that big, that I might be interested in him myself. I slid my hand up the opening of his shorts leg and discovered that he wore no underwear and that his cock was at least as big as mine. He had been circumcised. Nobody is perfect. The fat wide corona was wet and slick with his precum; more surged from the stimulated cockhead. I wiped my finger across and brought it to my lips. I stuck out my tongue and savored the flavor. Delicious. His fist tugged my own erection and he brought my offering upwards to his tongue. We both nodded in agreement. Our words echoed in tandem. “Next weekend at the cabin…”