Gay Erotic Stories

From the day I first saw him, I've always fantasized about my friend John. He's got brown hair and eyes, and a handsome face. His body is part twink, part muscle man, and part boy next door. He's also very "straight", and has made the usual comments about, "...those fucking fags, etc." Over the years, he's gone from being a thin, self-conscious college kid to a mature professional firefighter with a few "love handles". I am a firefighter myself, and here in our small NH town being gay isn't well accepted. Much less so in my career field, so I'm still in the closet (and the door is pretty well locked...). Ever since prep school, I've been glancing at the guys in the shower room, fantasizing about other guys, and wishing I had the guts to approach one of them with my true feelings. I met John when he came to work for the fire department and was instantly attracted to him. He has a happy-go-lucky and carefree way about him, and loves to spend time just sitting and talking, or taking the dogs for walks in the woods. My favorite pass time is when we go out in my boat for some swimming. He has the cutest little buns, and just the right amount of fine body hair on his stomach and chest. He's no Greek God, but he looks really hot to me when he's in his bathing suit. I really like it when we can go out, sit on the dock, relax, and have a few beers. When he smiles and the sun is shining over the lake my heart just melts. I had bought a three bedroom house a few years back, and John moved in as a "housemate" along with one other guy (who was also pretty hot looking...). John is about ten years younger than I am, but we've always got along, and enjoyed doing similar things. I used to sneak around by his room's window and watch him masturbate at night. For some reason he never closed the curtains in his window. He would lay there in bed and stroke himself, and I would watch him fondle his hard cock and dream about how I'd help him if he'd let me (and once or twice I'd stroke myself...). He always had such an interesting expression on his face when he came. He'd often walk around the house in just his briefs, and if I was lucky, I'd get a look at him first thing in the morning on the way to the bathroom with a morning erection making a noticeable tent. I've tried to bring up the idea of a physical relationship by hinting around about it, but without success. I've been afraid to push it, or come right out and say what I'm thinking. Once in a while, when we're out in the boat, he'll ask me to rub some sun tan lotion on his back. It's fun to give him a mini-massage while doing so and feel his muscles and knead his shoulders. It's real tough being so close to the "buns of my dreams" and not being able to do anything about it. Likewise, it's hard to hide the bulge in my pants afterwards. One day last summer things changed. We went out to the island as usual and had a few beers. We had done a little swimming and were back on the dock relaxing. John had stretched out on a towel and the warm sun highlighted his body hair. The way he was laying there gave me a glimpse of the head of his cock peeking out of his bathing suit. Oh how I wanted to lick it and bring him pleasure. He was talking about his girlfriend, and said how he wished she was there to snuggle with and have sex. I don't know what finally made me do it, but I turned to him and said, "Well, she isn't here, but what would you do if I told you I'd suck your dick, no strings attached?" I had moved so that my hand was on his shoulder. I could feel him tense when I said that, and for a few dreadful moments had a painful, anxious feeling in my stomach. I figured I'd blown the whole deal, and he would tell everyone in town about me. Then he rolled over to look at me and said, "OK, just don't tell anybody." I said, I won't tell if you won't." He rolled onto his back and smiled, but it wasn't his normal smile, it was a special mischievous one. Then he began untying the drawstring on his bathing suit. I pushed his hands aside, and said, "Let me do that. Just lay back and relax." I undid the string, and pulled his suit off. The sun was shining which made the few drops of water left on his body sparkle. His penis was beautiful. Though still soft, it was laying in a bed of fine brown hair, and was begging for my attention. I rubbed his stomach and down each leg, then I proceeded to get my first taste of my best friend's dick. I first blew some warm breath over it, then licked tentatively. John continued to smile, and put one hand on the back of my head and shoulder. It was a special moment when I felt his soft penis begin to get hard in my mouth. Pretty soon it was full length, about 6", and had a well swollen head. John began moaning as I worked him over with my tongue and lips. I'd never blown anyone before, but had seen plenty of gay videos, and had a few ideas about what would feel good. I must have been doing pretty good, 'cause it wasn't long before his leg muscles began tensing, and he said he was about to cum. When he did, he kind of grunted and moaned, and he seemed to cum, and cum, and cum. It tasted great, and I swallowed every drop! He was breathing hard, and kind of lay there for a while catching his breath. Then he said, "I can't believe you just did that." I said, " Neither can I, but I've got to confess, I've wanted to for a long time." We sat there for a while, and between more beers, I told him all about my feelings for other guys. It was a special moment when John said he understood, and then he hugged me. He said he had sort of wondered if I was gay, or not, because I never had a girlfriend. We began talking about it, and came pretty much to the conclusion that what goes on between two consenting adults is there own business. All in all, it was a very special day. I know that he has a regular girlfriend, and they're planning on getting married someday, but we still enjoy our special companionship when we're alone out on the lake.