Gay Erotic Stories

I am 18 years old and in college. I have always considered myself to be straight and sex with a guy never entered my mind. At the time, I had a girlfriend. Her name was Sally. We had been dating for just over a year and had still not had sex. She said she wanted to wait until she was sure. Not wanting to pressure her, I agreed. So one day during a workout session with a friend at the local gym, I told him about my situation. He seemed very understanding and told me about the idea of a “fuck buddy." "A what?" I asked. So he went on to describe that a fuck buddy was a friend who you went to for sex. I looked at him and said, “How do I bring that up in a conversation with a girl without making her freak?” He looked at me with his deep blue eyes and the sweat dripping from his forehead, “It doesn't have to be a girl…" It went quiet: Was that a proposition? Was he trying to ask me to fuck him?? I was so confused! We finished up in the gym and proceeded to the shower room; we stood in silence. It was starting to bug me. I turned around to ask him what he meant by the comment, but I was lost for words when I saw the size of his dick. I considered myself not bad with 9" hard, but his must have been at least 8" soft! And it was thick. He looked at me and I still couldn’t speak. He started to laugh. He said, “You can touch it if you like." “Shit! Sorry! I didn’t mean to look…it’s just fuckin’ huge!" He carried on laughing, then he walked up to me. He placed his arms around me and kissed me. He kissed perfectly: not too much; not too little; just enough. The thought of this got me hard. He was my best friend and I never knew he had bi feelings. He stopped kissing me and said he was sorry. Before he had chance to say another word I grabbed him and started to kiss him. I could feel his big hard shaft touching my leg. I was about to jerk him off when we heard the doors. Luckily, they were far enough from the showers for us to stop what we were doing. We got dressed and left the gym. We got in my car and I asked him to come back to my place. He asked what for? Stupidly, I said I didn’t know, but we both knew what I--what we—wanted. We got to my place, and as soon as we got through the door we started to strip each other. I pushed him onto the chair and pulled off his jeans. He had white CK boxers on; they came off faster than you could say “fuck me hard.” His stiff cock was all I could think about. I took him in my mouth. He placed his hand on the back of my head; I bobbed up and down, worshiping every inch of him. We went at it for about 7 minutes before he shot his creamy white load in my mouth. I had never done this before; should I spit, swallow, or what? I swallowed. The thought of it made me want to go again. He sat and said it was my turn. He pulled down my joggers. I didn’t wear underwear, so he went for it straight away. I face-fucked him for what seemed like seconds before shooting my load into his mouth. He stayed with me all night and we tried everything. We still meet every night in the gym and then go back to my place for a few "beers."