Gay Erotic Stories

When I first met Jahn (not his real name), it was over at the home of my best friend and her roommate. They were crazy about the both of us and had other "plans" for the evening, which ended up taking a different turn much to their disappointment. The dinner was fabulously prepared and served in their back yard by candlelight. Jahn had just finished a summer job as a performer at an amusement park and really put on a show for all of us. He was 5'8", beautiful face, sculptured jaw, full lips, light brown hair, naturally built, and never a dull moment when he was around. I was 5'11", 130 lbs., dark brown hair, blue eyes, very slight, but a nice firm ass, and I became tingly every time I saw him. I didn't know it at the time, but he was to become my first love. Later in the evening, after a delicious meal, several bottles of wine (and a little weed) we all plopped down on the full-sized bed, all four of us, but laying cross-wise on the bed instead of head to foot. We were exhausted from all the fun and laughs we had been having. Finally quieting down and much to my surprise, us two guys were in the middle, back to back and each enjoying the attention of our respective female friends. Of course, nothing really was happening except the usual teasing and flirting between friends. Then I must have passed out because all of the sudden I opened my eyes and found myself on my stomach with my face toward Jahn's; each of us breathing heavily, and I, being awake, was soaking in each and every breath he exhaled. All of us were under the covers, and the girls really never suspected a thing. All of the sudden Jahn opens his eyes, leans towards me and gently kisses me on the lips. I was in heaven! This led to a little groping; I put my hand on top of his, and held on for dear life. I couldn't believe it! I was on fire, and couldn't really respond to him like I wanted out of respect of our hostesses. After we all groggily woke up, the girls on either side of Jahn and I began acting like they were being ignored, each wanting a friendly good morning hug. They giggled and at one point asked, "What's going on between you two?" That was our cue to break it up and we both graciously gave into our roles as guests of the house. Several days later, Jahn and I met up with a couple of other friends at the local hangout for the "artsy" crowd and, as usual, everybody got well oiled for the evening. I lingered around waiting to have some time there with Jahn all by myself. We drank more and more until I wasn't fit to even walk home. So he offered to let me spend the night at his place (he lived just around the corner in an upstairs apartment). Already having created a significant gain in our guy-type drinking relationship, it was beginning to take on a very pleasurable turn toward male intimacy. I was quite the enamoured one. I was taking every opportunity: brushing up against him as we staggered up the narrow stairs; falling down and "needing" assistance to get back on my feet. It was a movie and I was really enjoying my role. Part II coming soon...