Gay Erotic Stories

Helping Out a New Friend Many years ago, I was in Montréal, Canada on business. I visited a great drag bar, called L'entrepeau - great looking drag queens (except that they don't speak English very often, which meant that I didn't understand many of their jokes), and a very fun place. I was working on my third or fourth beer when I noticed a very cute Asian guy, doing the same thing as me. We made some eye contact, but I had to work early the next day, so I didn't think too much of it. However, as I left, I noticed that my cute friend was close behind me out the door. I stopped on the street and let him catch up to me. We introduced ourselves, and determined that we were staying at the same hotel. We walked back, and arranged to chat in my room once he had stopped by his room. To my surprise, he showed up at my door 20 minutes later, suitcase in hand - it seemed he was in town with a friend, who was expecting more than friendship that night. Alan said that he was very new to being gay, and uncomfortable with his friend trying to take advantage of him -- so he packed his bag, left, and now needed to camp out in my room. There was only one bed, and I agreed to let him stay on the condition that he behave himself - I was involved back home in Boston, and didn't want to misbehave. So, we got ready for bed, and crawled in. It didn't take him long to make the move for my dick. I turned him back on his side with his back to me, and got in the spoon position with him, hugging him and telling him to go to sleep. Alan begged me to let him just touch my dick - but I was firm, saying that I had agreed to let him stay, now it was up to him to do his part, and leave me alone. It was very late, and it didn't take me long to start dozing off, now lying on my back. Before I was asleep, however, he slowly but deliberately went back to the task of getting into my shorts. I had a choice to make - get mad at him and kick him out, or let him have his fun. On the spur of the moment I decided to let him amuse himself, rather than add a second negative turn in one night to his fledgling experiences as a gay man. Gradually and gently, started playing with my dick through my boxers, getting me hard in seconds. Then he worked them down and off, being careful not to do anything too fast or roughly to wake me. Then he went to work with his mouth. I began to suspect that this was not the first time he'd tasted cock! Before I knew it he had my legs apart, and was working a finger up my ass, while he went down on me. Now, as it happens, I am a very sound sleeper - but surely he must known that nobody sleeps through getting blown and finger fucked! If he knew, he didn't show it - every time I thought I was going to come, I would groan a bit, or move as if I might be waking up, and he would back off as if he thought I might wake up and throw him out. After what seemed like a long time, I couldn't hold off any longer - with his finger working my asshole, and his mouth working my rod, I shot in his mouth. And shot. And shot. And kept right on "sleeping". He looked so cute as he tiptoed to the bathroom to spit, and clean himself up. Then he came back, got my shorts back on me, and let me go to sleep for real. In the morning, he was up to his new tricks (new trick?). This time I woke up, and let blow me with my eyes open, and got him off too. I never saw Alan again, but I have continued to shoot. And shoot. And shoot, every time I am alone in bed, remembering the hot feeling of having to pretend to be asleep while someone did whatever they wanted to me