Gay Erotic Stories

The next day, after breakfast, Simon’s mom left to go to work (she was a nurse, and Simon’s dad was a doctor. They met in the clinic they work in). So, Simon, Shawn and I were all alone that day. Shawn had skipped breakfast, claiming that he was on a diet (I have no idea why, he looked pretty thin to me), so Simon and I were having toast and eggs.

Right after breakfast, Simon said that he was going to his room, and I decided to follow him. As Simon turned left, a pair of hands grabbed me. Turning around, I saw Shawn’s rakish grin, and his glinting eyes. “Good morning,” he whispered in my ear.

“Morning,” I tried to sound as seductive as him, but failed miserably. “Kyle?” I heard Simon called.

“Screw him,” Shawn whispered. “I want you.” I looked down and saw his morning erection had not faded yet. He must have just woken up. I nodded, and felt myself being whisked away into the guest room. Closing the door, Shawn turned back to me and leapt on me, kissing me. His mouth muffled my startled cry. Quickly we began undressing each other. I had been fully dressed, whereas Shawn was still in his sleeping attire (a pair of boxers), so he was naked faster than I was.

“Got condoms?” I half-whispered, half-moaned as his lips wrapped around my nipple and he began to suck.

“Oh, yeah,” he answered, taking his head off my left nipple to suck on my right one. I moaned again, voicing my lust. He lowered down to my abs and began licking, pausing at the navel to stick his tongue in. “Oh God!”

After that was done, he dived down on my erection. He first closed his mouth on my sensitive head and began swirling his tongue around it. “Shawn!” He ignored my groans and enveloped my 9-inch shaft inch by inch. I guess college really makes you experienced. I started to grind my hips into his mouth, face-fucking him. “I can’t…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence before I blew a massive load into his mouth. A bit of cum dribbled down his chin, which I leaned down to lick.

“My turn,” he grinned impishly. My chest was heaving. This was my first time, and God! sex was great. I mean, you see it on movies, you see it on the Net, and you hear about it from your friends who have had sex before…but nothing ever compares to the real thing.

Before either of us could move, we heard a tiny, heart-stopping creak. Terrified, I turned to see Simon watching us, one hand in his pants, a large tent visible in the denim of his jeans. When he realized that he was caught, he smiled evilly.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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