Gay Erotic Stories

It was summer and my buddy Ryan and I were working a construction job to make money for our second year of university in the fall. We were both 19 and for most of the summer we spent 10 or 12 hours a day working in the hot sun, building decks, landscaping, or doing whatever small jobs our boss gave us. We didn’t have all that much experience, so the big renovation jobs were left to the year round employees.

Ryan and I got the “shit” jobs, as we used to call them. They were the shit jobs because they usually involved a LOT of heavy manual labor. We didn’t mind too much, though because we knew we’d only be doing it for the summer, and we looked at it as being paid to work out. Our bodies were really getting lean and muscular (not that we didn’t look alright at the beginning of the summer - we just got harder and more toned).

Anyway, before I go on with my story I should give you a description of both Ryan and myself. Ryan was about 5’8’’, with short, light brown hair. He had what I guess most people describe as a swimmer’s build. I’d never seen his dick, but I could tell that he was fairly well endowed, as he always wore those Nike dazzle shorts - the ones that tend to leave little to the imagination. Being a light, thin polyester material they’d always blow tight up against his body anytime he walked against the wind. Lets just say that when that happened I could almost tell if he was circumcised or not - it looked to me like he wasn’t! He had a smooth body, from the waist up, and really nice, chiseled abs and pecs. We were both straight, but I still knew a hot little body when I saw one!

My name is Shaun. I’m 5’11’’, and also have short brown hair. My body is similar to Ryan’s - just a little bit more muscular. I’m also smooth-chested, and the rest of me is not very hairy, either. I’ve got the treasure trail happening, and a nice bush around my cock and balls, but just a light covering on my legs and ass. My dick is “au natural” - uncut! Late in July we’d been working steady since 8 am. It was 29 degrees Celsius and not a breath of wind. We quit work on days when it got above 30, but that day it seemed to hover just short of that. Of course this was the day that we had to be doing the hardest, sweatiest work there is - moving gravel in wheelbarrows. Anyone who has ever moved this stuff knows - its HEAVY!! And working in 29 degree heat was really making us sweat! Finally, at about 2 in the afternoon the boss came around and said to knock off early for the day. We were only too happy to oblige. We both got in my truck and headed for home. Since it was still afternoon I suggested to Ryan that he come back to my place for a beer. He readily agreed. It was about a 20-minute drive, and the heat inside the cab of my truck seemed about twice as bad as it was outside. I didn’t have air conditioning, so we had to make do with the windows - not much help on such a hot day. By the time we got back to my place we were so drained that neither of us even had the energy to shower. I grabbed two beers and we both collapsed on the couch in the living room. I flipped on the fan (no air conditioner here either) and we let the breeze blow over our sweaty bodies. After just one sip of his beer Ryan said, “I gotta take these shorts off man - they’re fuckin’ soaked with sweat.” “Go for it!” I said, “I think I’ll join ya.”

Ryan stood up and in one quick motion yanked his shorts off. I did the same, and we both sat back down. Neither of us worried about sitting together in our underwear - we were buddies, so it was not big deal. I had on a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs and right away noticed that Ryan had on the same. “Hey, nice gitch, buddy!’ I said, smiling.

“Huh,” he said, at first not realizing what I meant. Then he looked at my underwear. “Oh, you too, man!” he laughed.

Our underwear was just as wet (if not wetter!) as our shorts were, but neither of us thought about taking those off - I mean straight guys don’t sit around naked together - underwear is one thing, but naked is just not done. We were sitting directly across from each other - him on the couch, and me in a leather chair across from him. This gave me easy visibility to Ryan‘s crotch, and I couldn’t help but notice that his white briefs had become a bit transparent, being as wet as they were. I don’t think he even noticed, and I wasn’t about to mention it, since I shouldn’t have been looking there anyway. I did notice, though, that my initial assumption about his equipment had been right - he was indeed a member of the uncut dick club, and, even soft, I could tell that he had one hell of big dick. We enjoyed our beers, and, since it was Friday, I suggested he just stay the night. He was cool with this, so we continued drinking shooting the shit. We always had a good time together, and after a while we began to talk about some of the jokes we’d played on each other.

“Remember the crotchless panties I made for you?” laughed Ryan.

“Hah, hah” I said, sarcastically, “how could I forget?” Ryan started to laugh so hard he almost fell off the couch. What he was referring to was a joke he’d played on me during our last year of high school. We had a project to work on together, and being the great students that we were, we’d left it to the last minute. We ended up pulling an all-nighter, with me crashing at his house. Before we went to sleep Ryan had pulled out a nudie magazine and we’d spent some time looking at it. One of the models had been wearing crotch-less panties. I commented that I thought they were extremely sexy. I thought that was the end of it until the next morning. Sometime during the night, while I slept, Ryan had cut the crotch out of my underwear, unbeknownst to me. When I woke up the next morning and got out of bed, I still had my underwear on, but my dick and balls were now dangling quite free and easy. How he managed to do it without me waking up is beyond me. I was forced to spend the whole day at school with no front to my underwear, as there was no time to go home and get a fresh pair. From time to time throughout the day Ryan would whisper in my ear “feeling sexy?” referring to the comment I had made the night before.

“So, you think jokes with underwear is funny, do ya?” I asked, after he’d calmed down.

“HILARIOUS!!” he said “Fuckin’ hilarious!” Since I was feeling pretty good from the beers I decided that it was time to get him back. “Ready for another beer?” I asked. “You bet your sexy crotch-less panties!” he answered with a smile.

It was then that I knew what I’d do. I went to the kitchen, pretending to get our beers, and when I was just out of sight I pulled off my sweat soaked underwear. I then went back to the living room. His back was to me, so he couldn’t see what I was planning. “If you think underwear jokes are so hilarious, I think you’ll really enjoy this!” I said, and in one quick motion I pulled my sweaty underwear over his head so that the soaking wet crotch was positioned just over his nose. “What the fuck!” he shouted as he leaped up off the couch. He grabbed at the underwear and tried to yank them off. Unfortunately, all he ended up doing was pulling them down further, so that his head ended up going through one of the leg holes. Now it was my turn to bust a gut laughing. “Not THAT’s fucking hilarious!” I said.

“You fucker! I’ll get you for that!” and he threw himself at me.

We’d wrestled before, but this time was different. I was now naked, and Ryan had on only his underwear. If anyone had seen us, we never could have lived it down. Two supposedly straight guys, one bare-assed, and one in just his white briefs, hot and glistening with sweat rolling around on the carpet. It must have been quite a sight. I was never a very good wrestler, so Ryan quickly had me beat, throwing me down on the floor. He kneeled with his back to me, and his knees pinning my arms on the ground. With his arms he held down my legs. In this position his ass was just inches from my face. “How do you like this, eh?” He said laughing.

I was laughing too, not really expecting anything other than him holding me like that for a few minutes and then letting me up. “How do you like the smell of my ass, Shaun?” he laughed again. “Stinky enough for ya?”

In the gayest joke voice I could lisp, I jokingly answered back “I love it” thinking he’d end it after I said that.

But I was wrong. Instead he said, “Oh, not stinky enough for you then, eh? Well, how about now?” And with that he reached around with one hand and pulled his underwear down below his butt cheeks. I only had a moment to glimpse his sweat soaked hairy crevice before he plopped himself down on my face, wriggling his ass so that my nose was buried in his crack! I held my breath, thinking he’d just move his ass around a bit and then stop. But after a minute had passed I realized he wasn’t about to let up. I had a choice to make - breath, or pass out. I breathed in deeply, hoping I could get enough air in one breath to hold it again. I was shocked by the manly scent that greeted me. I would’ve thought that such a sweaty ass would stink, but the smell wasn’t altogether horrible. There was definitely some raunchiness to it, but in a weird sort of way it was also kind of interesting. I held my breath again, hoping he’d get off, but it only seemed to make him more determined.

“Oh, no,” he said, “you’re not going to get off that easy. I’ll teach you to put your stinky gitch on my head!” He made a sinister kind of laugh and took his knees off my arms. Not moving his ass off my face he got to his feet. In this squatting position he was now able to REALLY move his ass around. Now, instead of just wriggling it, he starting sliding back and forth, causing not only my nose to come into contact with his butt hole, but also my mouth! “How do like that now, eh, Shaun? You like the taste of my ass?” He laughed.

At this point it was all still a game to him, but with each passing moment I was becoming more and more turned on. I’ve never told anyone this before, but when I jerk off I sometimes like to play with my own ass. I often sniff my fingers after having wiped the sweat from my crack - the smell seems to really get me hard. Now I had this same smell, only ten times stronger.

I suppose at this point, with my arms now free, I could have thrown him off. But instead I reached up and grabbed his ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks further apart. I started to inhale deeply, enjoying this new, unexpected experience. I guess Ryan caught on to the fact that this was no longer just a game, because he stopped laughing, and started to moan a bit. I then did something that I never thought I’d ever do--I licked his asshole. It was wild. I mean we were best buds--straight buds! And here I was with my tongue buried up my best friend’s ass! I decided to really go for it - I mean it didn’t make me gay - did it? It’s not like I planned this - it just happened. So, since I was down there anyway I may as well really try it out. I started to really go to town on his ass - licking, putting my mouth around his hole, and even sucking on it a bit. I was getting more turned on than I’d ever been in my life - and obviously Ryan was loving it too, because he was moaning and carrying on like a bitch in heat!

“Oh, God, Shaun, that feels so fucking good! Keep going, man!”

I did as he asked (not that I really wanted to stop at this point) and we kept this up for a few minutes. Then, something else happened that took this whole thing one step further. Our dicks came into contact with each other. It was only for a brief second, but it was like a bolt of electricity had hit us. I felt Ryan take a sudden intake of air and then freeze. I guess he just realized how far this had suddenly gone. I stopped eating his ass, figuring he’d want to stop. For a few seconds we froze - both of us sizing up the situation. Then without a word Ryan grabbed my dick and starting pumping. Although no words were said he’d made a deal with me - in exchange for eating his ass, he was going to jerk me off. A fair trade, I guess. Things got a little more interesting at this point - Ryan really got into the ass play, wriggling his ass, sliding it back and forth, and bending over more to give me better access. All the while he was giving me one hell of a hand job. This guy obviously spent a lot of time playing with his own dick, because he sure had the magic touch. It didn’t take long before I felt the familiar tingling building up in my groin. I arched my back slightly, and let the jizz fly . “Holy shit, man! You just got me in the face!” He laughed, as he continued to pump my dick. My orgasm slowed to a trickle, and then stopped. I gave Ryan’s ass a little slap and said, “Ok, get off me!”

“Not so fast, Shaun.” he said, as he swung himself around. “We still got a little unfinished business to take care of here”. Once he’d turned around I saw what he meant. His dick was still as hard as ever, and looking me straight in the eye. Precum had pretty much soaked the end of it. The smell of cum filled my nose. “Help me out, will ya?”

I kind of sighed, by figured I was in this far; I may as well finish the job. I grabbed his dick, and with the end of it just inches from my face I started to pump. It was quite an interesting vantage point. I watched closely as I moved my hand up and down his penis. His foreskin slid easily over the smooth head, and then down again. Precum flowed freely, and began to drip on my chest. A small pool began to accumulate. As I pumped, I looked up into Ryan’s face. His eyes were closed, but the look of pleasure on his face made me smile.

I wasn’t gay, but it made me feel good to know that it was me that was making my friend feel so good. I picked up the pace of my pumping and he began to buck his hips. In just a few minutes I knew he was going to blow. His face contorted in almost a look of pain - I knew he was passing the point of no return. I looked back down to his dick, just as the first shot blew from the end of his dick. Just one thing stopped his jizz from hitting the floor--my face.

His dick continued to spasm and the full load seemed to land squarely on my face and mouth. When he’d stopped coming Ryan sat down on me, and opened his eyes. Cum was all over my face and dripping from my chin. He smiled, and stood up.

“That’ll teach ya to put your underwear on my head! Now get me that beer!”

We both burst out laughing, and I knew then that our friendship was going to be just as strong as before.