Gay Erotic Stories

Nik and I started at the same management consulting firm 10 years ago. Our relationship is now 8 years old and it started like this... Two years after starting at the firm, we were assigned to a high profile project. Management needed two people who could spend 3 months straight on the road, and being the new kids, that was us. Nik and I had chatted before about our careers, how important it was to both of us to do good and get rewarded for it, and how we wanted so desperately to move up in the firm. We looked at this as our big break. And it was. Professionally, we became partners after our bang up job and personally, we became best friends and more. But I still wonder how. We were sooo different. Nik is your all-American guy, born in Ohio, 6'2" and weighs 180 solid pounds. I am bi-racial, my Dad was African-American and my Mom is Cuban. I am of olive complexion, 5'10" and weigh 168 pounds. Nik was married. I was single, recently coming to terms with my sexually. In fact, one month before moving to town and starting with the firm, I had just had my first "all the way" encounter with a guy. I viewed this move as a new start. Nik was a slob. His shirt tail was always sticking out of his pants, his shirts were wrinkled, and shaving cream each morning on the ear was the norm. I was/am anal. I iron my socks and I match all my close to my underwear. Nik played golf, tennis, and cards (all the corporate sport games). I knew nothing about any of those things, though I played football and volleyball competitively in high school and college and played on a gay volleyball team back home before moving to the new city. But we both loved to run and so that's how things started. We would run every night after we finished working a 10 hour day. It was a way to keep in shape given that every few days, we were in a new city and it was hard to get into a gym routine. On the road, we talked about everything thing. We were so comfortable with each other, that soon developed a "take no shit" attitude with each other. And it didn't take long before we talked about sex. I came clean about myself and Nik seemed to be okay with it. We'd talk the most when we ran. Nik actually loved talking about sex. He'd ask me all sorts of questions and when I was tired of answering, I ask if he was writing a report or interested in fooling around. He'd remind me that he always asks questions (he said that's how you learn things) and that given his personality, if he wanted something, I'd know right away. After a week on the road, I had to go back home to play in a volleyball tournament. I returned back to work on Monday with a knee injury, a stiff neck, and the end to my volleyball career. Nik asked what happened and I explained that two guys slammed down on me and hurt me. Nik said he was asking about my knee (not my ass) and I said I was telling him about my knee, because I would never let anyone hurt my ass. Nik just grinned. On Monday when we ran, my knee popped out and I dropped on to the floor and cried in pain (Nik said I was crying like his wife cried the first time he fucked her). I tried to laugh but it hurt too much. He grabbed my knee and with one hard push, jammed it (the knee) back into place. I couldn't even walk so we hailed a cab back to the hotel. There, Nik rubbed by leg and the pain soon turned to pleasure. (Nik again compared me fucking his wife, since I had gone from crying to moaning in 30 minutes). This talk was making me horny and I did not want Nik to see my erection. I rolled over and asked him to rub my neck. He agreed. Boy, was it good. He worked my neck and my back, stopping at my lower back. When he finished, he slapped my ass and said he was hungry. I told him to give me a few minutes. He wouldn't (he was hungry and wanted to eat) so he pushed me off the bed and on to the floor. 'm sure he saw my 7" erection but didn't say a word. He grabbed the room key and headed out the door. The next day, he mentioned my erection and said we needed to talk. Since we were sharing a room and it would be for three months, he wanted to set some ground rules for relief. And we did. We agreed to each beat off each night while the other showered. And so life went on like that each night. We'd run, he'd rub my knee and give me a back rub. When he was done, he'd slap my ass and say, "let go eat." We'd come back to the room and take care of business privately while the other showered. At the end of week 2, we found ourselves in NY and found a change to our routine of 10 hours of work, run, back rub, dinner, and back to the room for showers and sleep. We found the porno booths. And Nik found one that catered to both his and my needs. I had the added bonus of having a peep hole and the first opportunity to see Nik's manhood, all 10" inches and thick. So we added this after dinner stop to our routine and we went on with our new routine. After week 3, everything changed. We couldn't get things done at work in 10 hours and began spending 12 hours at work. We also had one of the worse rainstorms to hit NY and so running was out. We'd come back to the room and order in. And I felt I was ballooning like a blimp. One night as Nik showered and I was taking care of business, I noticed I was developing a gut. Naked (and slightly excited), I began doing sit-ups. In one of my stretches, I pulled me knee and yelled (okay, cried) in pain. Nik came out of the shower naked, but I was hurting so bad, it didn't affect me. Nik pushed my knee back in and returned to the bathroom to wrap a towel around his waist. He tossed me a towel when he returned. As I laid on the floor, Nik began rubbing my knee. As I began to get excited, I rolled over for my back rub. This was the first time I felt Nik's manhood pressing against my ass. Nik slapped my ass, as usual, and as he got up, I rolled over. But the tent in his towel was too much. He reached out to offer me a hand and as I reached, I grabbed the towel and yanked. In my sarcastic tone, I said, "Well, what's up." Nik pushed me to the floor and said, "Not you." I took my leg and kicked his ass. He dropped on top of me to pin me, and his balls were at my face. I thought that if I licked them, he'd jump, but when I did, he just sat there. This was my signal to continue and I licked those balls like they were an ice cream cone. As I stopped to say something, Nik rammed his rod down my throat in one push. He paid no attention to my gagging and told me to shut up. I sucked that cock like I had sucked no other and he fucked my face like I had never been fucked. After 30 minutes, Nik withdrew his cock from my mouth and told me he was going to fuck my ass. My only choice was what position--on my back, on my stomach, or doggy style. I tried to talk but he demanded that I assume my preferred position. I nervously rolled over on my stomach and as I began to tell him that I had only been fucked once before and by a very small cock, he rammed all 10' inches up my hole. As he did, I cried, yelled, and pleaded for him to stop. He stopped, leaving is cock buried in my ass. He said it was hard to believe from the way I sucked his cock that I had only done it one time. I explained (in between the tears and heavy breathing), that I had sucked 12 guys before (and developed some good techniques) but never let anyone of them fuck me because they were too big. He asked about the guy that finally fucked me. I told him his name was Mike, that he was three inches hard, no thicker than my index finger, and shot faster than I did (in under 1 minute)--and I'm a pretty fast shooter. And until I met Mike, I thought I was smaller than normal because none of the 12 guys I had been with were smaller than I was. He apologized but continued plowing my ass. After about 30 minutes, the tears turned to moan (like he said, just like his wife). And shortly there after, Nik spilled his load in my ass. While still inside of me, I rolled over on top of his, and after less than 3 minutes, dumped my load on my chest. I went to clean up but Nik said no. He explained that he'd be ready to do it again in 30 minutes and he thought it would be best if I were well lubed. I tried to tell him I couldn't take him again so soon and he just rolled on top of me and shoved his rod down my throat. He kept in there for 30 minutes (like clockwork). After 30 minutes, it was rock hard. And sure enough, he pulled out, rolled me over, and shoved his dick up my ass. 30 minutes later, he dumped another load in my ass. And while still inside of me, I rolled over on top of his, and after less than 3 minutes, dumped another load on my chest (we were very much into routines). This time, I rolled over and went to sleep without saying a word. 30 minutes later, I left his cock on my lips and before I could say a word, down my throat. 30 minutes later he was in my ass, and 30 minutes later, his load was in my ass. I went to roll over to assume my jerk off position but this time he said, "Ok, it's your turn." Nik said, "Go ahead" and opened his mouth wide. I worked it in very slowly and he worked my dick like a pro for a whole 3 minutes. He could tell I was getting close and said, "It’s your turn all the way." He rolled on his stomach and assumed his position, doggy style. I couldn't believe this. Slowly, I worked my cock in his ass and for the first time, he cried. When I was all the way in, he asked me to stop. I went to pull out, but he said, "No, don't pull out, don't cum, just let me get used to it. Your first time was three inches, thin, and less than 1 minute. My first time won't be Slowly I started up again and after 10 minutes, when his tears turned to moans, I dumped my load in his ass. That night was incredible. The next day, he flew home and told his wife the relationship was over. He explained that he was never able to fuck his wife like he fucked me--my mouth or my ass. He also told me he enjoyed getting fucked, but warned it would only happen once a year, on our anniversary. He also told me he intended to follow the routine exactly like we did last night each year on our anniversary. Nik was a routine kind of guy and we developed a lot of other routines. None was like the first night, but I remember one routine which called for me to drop to my knees each Sunday morning and pay homage to his rod. We would alternate routines every month, so things would never get boring. But for that month, it was the same way. After we returned off the road, we got promoted and moved in together. And each year on our anniversary, we do the same thing. He plows my ass three times and I plow his once. I love this routine because it is the only one that calls for him getting his ass plowed. And who can complain about getting fucked three times in three hours!