Gay Erotic Stories

He was straight and I was gay. He knew it and I knew it. What we shared was love. I loved him and he loved me. But my love was emotional and sexual; his was purely emotional. I’d known him for well over three years now. The initial meeting turned my eye. He was a gangly, blonde boy of sixteen years. Good body – packed an obviously healthy lunch and loved being complimented about anything. He lapped up positive reinforcement and loathed being criticized. It took nearly twelve months to understand the difference between love and lust of the boy. As his teacher I was extremely cautious of the age difference. He was over ten years my junior. I waited until he turned eighteen before I really turned my charm onto him. For this side of my life, sexuality wasn’t an issue. Everyone we knew was normal. What is normal? I was good at my trade and my friends accepted it. I was a big guy, rough, perhaps excessively chauvinistic, but good-natured and generally one of the boys. We’d hit the pub regularly and it took a good man to drink me under the table. We’d joke about faggots, chicks and anyone else that would be the butt of the week’s topics. We’d skite about our sexual conquests and drool over any new chick that crossed our paths. But deep down, I was one of those that I ran down. I was gay. I loved being with the boys and being one of them. My mates would introduce me to their mates. My loins would tremble with delight. I’d check their bodies and their groins. I’d check their marital status and befriend my choices. The only activity that I detested was going night clubbing, on the prowl for some pussy, even though the occasions that I couldn’t get out of it tended to be successful for me. Often I’d pick up or go home with a new mate. Yep! I was one of the gang! Ryan was one of the few that knew the real me. He knew I was gay. He accepted the privilege that he knew more than most. He was cool. He knew that I wanted to get him into the sack. How did he feel about that? I often asked him. He said he didn’t mind. Normally the subject would be immediately changed. I wonder if he ever questioned his own sexuality? A trip in my car was usually an education for him. Not that he wanted educating or that he ever asked. If the occasion arose I’d caress his right thigh as I drove. Never did he brush my hand away. Only traffic would cause me to remove my hand. So we’d perv as we drove. “Fuck! He’s cute!” “He’s nice!” “Nice arse!” “Nice legs!” “Mmm. Pretty boy!” He’d throw in his comments for good measure. “What a fox!” “Great tits!” “What a spunk!” We’d play a game. I’d try to pick his choices and he’d pick mine. It forced him to look at men for their sexiness and to learn the traits of my desires. It was definitely weighed against looking at girls. He was good at selecting quality viewing for my gratification. On occasion I’d check his cock to ensure he wasn’t gaining sexual pleasure. A few times I caught him with a hard-on. He allowed me a rub and a squeeze. In fact, he allowed anything that I desired, within reason. He’d put his hard-ons down to a girl that just walked past. Of course I’d accept his plea, as long as he’d accept my fingers groping him. Was he turning? Was he getting turned-on looking at guys? I’d fantasize over Ryan. Getting off at the beat was made easier by conjuring up a Ryan fantasy – his body – his cock – his arse – his legs. They were all separate visions that would bring my sperm to a head. We’ve all had that? Thinking of someone else during sex. I could admire Ryan from afar. He had every material thing I desired. Talking to him about life was the most difficult that I found. I always wanted to talk sex and act out my fantasies. Let me describe Ryan as I remember him. Ryan is 19 and about 5’11” weighing 75 kg. His skin colour is golden brown. His best pose was certainly wearing Speedos. From behind, his straight natural blonde hair falls just above his shoulders. From those broad shoulders, he has muscular lats, V-ing to a slim 30” waist. His butt was like two small semi-spheres, like moon phases, separated by a distinctive crack. His Speedos are narrow at the hip and cut at 45 degrees down his butt. His long slender legs start high within his butt and little hair covers them. A clear tan-line lies just above the Speedo mark. From the front, his broad smooth chest mirrors his back. A solid six-pack is stacked under his chest. His hips stretch the nylon fabric across his treasure, admitting a gaping void, which invites the earnest eyes to imagine what lies beneath. No pubic hair is visible on his fine torso and must begin well under his Speedos. His cock lies straight down but is obviously held tightly in place within his swimmers. The bow in the shaft forms a distinctive hump. No head is visible against the nylon, which tends to suggest that it’s hiding between his loins. High in his groin, curly dark hairs protrude from under the swimmers. Down his thighs a thin smear of blonde-white fur can be seen close-up. The thighs are distinctive as part of his gangly slender legs. His knees are knobby and the calves carry a much thicker crop of light brown hair, finished with a pair of large narrow feet. Combine this package and a perfect Adonis would be standing in front of you. Add the innocent face, with blue eyes and full lips and you have Ryan. My love – my perfect boy – my fantasy! Ryan loves wearing only Speedos, which is sweet music to my eyes. He enjoys sun baking, surfing and I’m sure, having people watch him. I don’t think he’s a show pony but I’m sure he loves attention. Often when we are alone I’d sneak a kiss from him. Usually it would be on his cheek or the side of his neck. In the beginning, I guess he was shocked by my outward behaviour, but as time proceeded he allowed my advances. Again, in play, we’d face each other with our lips puckered. As I was about to drop one on him, he’d turn his head and it would land on his cheek. One morning I was leaving to do an errand. I asked for a kiss. He faced me but this time he didn’t turn away. At first our lips met. Then our mouths opened. My tongue didn’t enter his mouth but my lips sucked inside his bottom lip. This was my first true indication of his love for me may have gone past the emotional stage and was headed toward the sexual stage as well. Regularly we gave each other a shoulder and neck massage. I loved the feeling of his hands traversing my body. Of course he’d know exactly what I was thinking. Not only would I groan and moan but I would also purr like an accepting kitten lying in the sun. Rolling over, I would ensure that I pointed out my erection he had caused. Actually, when he agreed to the rub, I would immediately bar up in anticipation of having his flesh rub against mine. When it was Ryan’s turn I would start at his neck and just stare at his butt, knowing that in time, I would get in there. Initially I would squat over his thighs and rub his neck and shoulders but as I descended down his muscular back, I would alter my position to above his head, so I could ease my fingers under his briefs and over his butt. He always asked or told me that his arse didn’t need a rub but as I was in charge I’d decide whether or not his arse needed my fingers. Once I tried to see how far I would get. I slid my fingers under the tight Speedos only to find the drawstring tied too tightly. I asked him to roll on his side so I could untie them. He was most reluctant but as I insisted, he agreed. My fingers slipped under the fabric as I pulled on the string. His bush of pubes brushed against them. Looking at his lunch, it was most obvious that he was enjoying having his muscles relaxed by the flex in his love-muscle. I took hold of it through the nylon. All he said was that he was really enjoying the massage. I was too! As he rolled back I slid his Speedos down uncovering his butt. I kneaded my palms well into his bubbled butt allowing my fingers to slide into his crack. As I poured more oil into his chasm he simply purred. My cock was pulsating. A thin line of hair runs from the base of his scrotum to the entrance of his pleasure hole. Once he lifted his head as one of my probing fingers broke his seal. He didn’t say anything. He just acknowledged I was inside of him. I didn’t push my luck. I continued massaging his rump and his crack, nearing his hole but not venturing back inside. I suggested that he get his front done. I rolled him to his back. His Speedos were rolled to the base of his cock. The entire pubic area was exposed and his hooded cock was rock hard! My fingers and palm was still covered in oil. I ran both hands down either side of his inner thighs. When my fingers turned they retrieved the full length of his stiff cock. I really thought I was getting somewhere with his constant pleasurable moaning. He had a huge smile across his face flashing his big pearly whites. Out of the blue, slowly he sat up. Taking my hands away from his cock he forcefully suggested that we don’t try something that we may not be able to stop. Considering I didn’t expect what evolved I was only slightly devastated. I was quite proud of my forthright actions and the unexpected reward that developed. One thing that I love about Ryan the straight man, is that following any of my attempts to seduce him, he leaves them in the past and he doesn’t harp on them or skite to his pals that again I didn’t get past first or second base with him. What happens between us stays between us. He’s got me on a string and he knows it! A friend once told me that every man is gay until he proves his straightness! I take that to the nth degree with Ryan and even then I give him a second, a third, a hundredth chance for him to give in and accept that he really is gay. The very next day we headed to the sand and surf to catch some sun and hopefully, sex. As he lay supine on the beach I laid on my side, mesmerized by his body. After a swim we headed to the pavilion for a shower. I was arranging my gear in the change room. Ryan was standing on the raised tiles adjusting his shower. I walked in behind him. Still staring and not attempting to run my taps I asked if I had told him how perfect that I thought his body and butt looked. “Only about a thousand times,” was his reply. As he stood facing the wall under the cascading water, I ran my hands down his sides to his Speedos then slowly peeled them off him. He kicked them off his feet. I kissed the nape of his neck and slowly ran my hands around his waist coming to rest around his cock, which had hardened in my palms. I pressed my body into his back as I hugged him against my body. My stiff cock was still hiding behind my Speedos but uncomfortably jutting into his arse. He stood with his neck leaning to one side, allowing me to continue kissing him. It likened a love scene played in slow motion. He reached behind himself and took hold of my swimmers indicating he wanted them off. For a moment the scene was played in fast-forward as I was rid of them. Returning to slow motion one hand mauled his stiff cock while the other played with his nipple and chest. I peeled his long foreskin back exposing his glowing knob. We stepped away from the falling water as he turned and faced me. Two stiff cocks lay beside each other between our stomachs as our mouths met for a passionate embrace. Both of my hands sensuously rubbed his smooth arse cheeks. He grabbed mine pulling me tighter against him. “I love you, Ryan,” I said as we paused between embraces. “I know,” he replied. “I love you, too.” We continued pashing, fondling, caressing and hugging. At that moment I realized that I didn’t want to fuck him, I just wanted to pleasure him. Instinctively, my fingers probed his butt, and gently disappeared up his hole. “I love it when you do that,” he whispered. “Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to do that!” “No. Leave them up there. It feels so nice!” I continued penetrating. Gently I explored past his tight sphincter with my index finger. He relaxed his stance and parted his legs allowing me to get deeper inside. I withdrew, then let the middle finger join the index and pushed further inside. As I brushed past his prostate another agreeing moan was heard. He bit into the side of my neck as his fingernails dug into my arse cheeks. I’m sure that he drew blood on both fleshy parts of my body. We were interrupted by another patron entering the pavilion to use the toilets. As he left, I again took hold of his cock and gave him one of the best blowjobs I could ever give. Really, I couldn’t believe it but not to look a gift horse in the mouth I continued sucking and kissing his tool. I ran the tip of my tongue under his foreskin and teased the bottom of his velvet smooth crown. As much as I needed to purge the pressure of my cum-loaded testicles, I was mesmerized by the size and shape of Ryan’s swollen fuck tool and his willingness to allow me to please him. I sucked him until he blew. Gallons of creamy blow-juice spewed from his pink hooded rod, splashing over my face with some landing in my mouth. As he sighed in completion, he looked at me then laughed at his pearl necklace that streaked across my face before he apologized emphatically. I didn’t pursue the fact that I hadn’t cum. I’d blown Ryan and I still had him in my arms. My cock was pushed under his empty swinging ball-sack as I hugged his manly torso. We broke apart and individually enjoyed our shower. And then another astonishing comment from Ryan: “Can we go back to your place? I want you to fuck me while I’m still in the mood!” Blow me down with a feather! Did he just say that? He was frank with me. He told me how much the thought of a man’s cock penetrating another man’s arse repulsed him but after being fingered he couldn’t think of anything more gratifying and wanted that feeling again. It didn’t take long to get home. I left the drapes closed and laid a doona on the lounge-room floor. I grabbed the lube from my bedside chest and dropped a sensual porno into the machine. Ryan stood on the doona as I disrobed him. He fumbled as he took my shorts off. Soon our clothes were strewn over the carpet, as we stood naked against each other. His cock was nowhere as stiff as it was previously but with my lips rubbing the head and shaft again exploring his long foreskin, it didn’t take long to extend to its fullest length and girth. He asked if he could suck me. “Ryan, don’t ask: Get into it!” He was extremely hesitant. It was the first time his lips had consciously made contact with another man’s cock. I was still his teacher and I took him step by step to guide him how to suck my tool. I was as randy as a rattlesnake as I hadn’t blown since my last wank, which was last night dreaming of Ryan. We lay in the sixty-nine position on our side. His tongue gave my genitals a complete inspection. I went one further and shoved my tongue up his arse. He said that it felt heavenly but wasn’t sure that he could bring himself to do that. I understood. Well, it didn’t take long before my cock was primed. I maneuvered him onto his fours as I came in behind him to tackle the doggy position. As I parted his legs, I plied lube into his hole. I took some more in my hand and smothered his big cock with it before doing likewise to mine. I took aim and forced myself inside. The touch of his warm body endured my cock and it was flexing to its maximum. He jolted forward as my head poked inside. He nodded to indicate his readiness and I surged forward, getting deeper and deeper inside before I felt my pubic hair brushing his sweet skin. It was slow actions at first, but as I pulled back, then pushed forward, Ryan cried for me to go faster, deeper and longer. I felt like an Olympian. Fucking him was one thing but I definitely did not want to hurt him, regardless of my enjoyment and pleasure. This may be my one and only chance and I wanted to ‘make love’. Ryan was rubbing his own cock within the greasiness of the lube. It wasn’t long before he blew in his own hand. My cock was ready to explode. I withdrew completely before delivering a load over his lower back. We both dropped to the floor. “That – is an amazing feeling,” he said. “If more guys knew how that felt, the future population of our planet would be in serious trouble!” I cuddled him some more. He watched the porno as two young Venezuelan dudes fucked each other senseless. He was content watching ‘this gay thing’. I was satisfied with the touch of his flesh against me, although my tongue visited every crevice of his body including his feet and toes, fingers, cock and balls as well as his face. “I’m horny again. Roll on your side!” he commanded. He took a squirt of the lube and shoved it into my arse. I flinched, not knowing that he too, wanted a fuck. He pushed my top leg forward. My ring was open for him so he took aim and drove in. He was ordinary with his aim but after a few fumbles he was inside and bucking. I liked the feel of his cock inside me especially when he massaged my cock against his surges. We tried about four different positions. As the video characters changed positions, so did we. That was one of the longest fucks I’d ever endured but it was also a very loving one. Ryan’s balls bouncing against me gave a most fantastic feeling. With my ankles behind my head I could see his face construct some wonderful expressions but the best position was when I was kneeling on the seat of the armchair with Ryan standing behind. His hips really swung into action. Ryan blew once again after a full 30 minutes of hard fucking. Eventually I dropped my load too. We showered then, still naked, lay on the floor cuddling. Ryan watched four of the pornos. I enjoyed a power snooze. He stayed the night as he had done on many prior occasions but this time we both purposefully remained naked and slept in each other’s arms. I drove him back to his place the next morning. So, did that little jaunt prove his straightness? That was the one and only time that we had sex. I still continue to kiss him and grope him in private but another opportunity to fuck has never occurred again. I’m glad that we did because it confirmed our love for each other.