Gay Erotic Stories

Okay. College. Winter Quarter. I had my own private room in a men's dorm building--my previous roommate had dropped out over the break. It's fairly late, maybe midnight or so, and I'm lying in bed somewhere between sleepy and horny.

Knock at the door. It's Steve, a guy who lives on the floor above me. Being naked, I speak to him through the closed door; learn he was "just coming by to say 'hi'." Bullshit. I knew what he really wanted, but I wasn't horned up enough to let him in, so I suggest he come back in 30 minutes, and he says he will.

Okay--Steve. He's a year my senior, and a total dork. Chunky-ish, somewhat hairy, not very attractive at all. He has a relatively small dick, but he is absolutely wild when he gets horny, which makes him fun. I know all of this because the previous quarter I was in his room for some reason or another, and he kinda came on to me. I wasn't the least bit interested in sleeping with him (nor did I have any idea he was queer), but when he opened his bathrobe and began beating his little boner and begging me just to “see” my dick, I couldn't resist. I made a show of opening my pants and sliding them down to my knees, and displayed myself to him. Finally let him suck my dick, and after he'd shot off onto the floor I grabbed his hair, aimed my dickhead in his face, and beat off until I shot my cum all over him. It was weird and unexpected and oddly hot. Anyway, that's how I knew what he wanted when he knocked.

After he left my doorway, I returned to my bed and started kinda grinding my dick into the mattress. I was kinda half-hard over the idea of actually fucking around with him (he gets SO horny he'll do anything, apparently--then regrets it immediately after he cums). I found myself growing enormously horny over the idea of using this ugly guy just to have fun and get off--just having my way with him. I found myself mentally deep into these fantasies and I was riding my mattress pretty well when a knock at my door brought me back to reality. I practically LEAPT up to speak through the door:

"Steve ...?"

"You still awake?" he asked.

I immediately unlocked the door and, keeping myself behind it, swung it open to let him in. As he entered I swung the door closed to reveal my completely naked--and totally boned up--self to him.

Steve was fully dressed, and he audibly gasped at the sight of me. I found myself acting more on instinct than any pre-planning--I kinda roughly shoved him up against the cement brick wall next to my bed and pressed my naked body against him. I slid down, hard, pressing against him until I was on my knees and my face was pressed into his pants. My mouth found the outline of his boner and I started to bite and to "suck" him right there, through his pants. He was fairly startled, saying stuff like "oh my god" and shit like that. I was going to town on this ugly dude's dick, and in short order I had his pants open and shoved down far enough for me to greedily suck his bare boner, pressing my nose and my chin into his ample pubes as I did so. Somehow the idea that I was acting the horny, greedy slut for this desperate & ugly college dude really turned me on.

Finally I backed off and threw myself back, onto my bed. I started displaying myself to him, just putting on a little show, I guess -- stroking my (very) hard dick, stretching and squeezing my balls, lifting my legs into the air and spreading my ass so he could see my asshole. Steve kinda alternated between stroking himself and undressing as he looked down on me. When he finally had most of his clothes off, he knelt down between my legs and I removed my hands so that he could explore me. He touched me everywhere--I don't have much hair (just a small pubic bush), my dick is rather large (maybe 8" or so and fat), and I have extremely low-hanging balls. Steve started off feeling me up--I had my legs slightly raised so he could access ALL of me. He ran his fingers and thumbs all over my bare butt and asshole, even probing me a little bit. He took a long time feeling my nut sack and gently stroking my boner, and his face was very close to me as he did this--I could feel his breath against my asshole. Finally, his mouth just sank into my butt and he began to eat me out with extreme gusto and energy, while his hands stayed on my dick and balls. He took a long, long time exploring me with his mouth, eventually moving from my ass to kiss and suck my nuts, finally sucking my dick. He wasn't bad at it, taking most of it down and making little horny-boy noises all along. His sucking my dick eventually started to drive me wild, and I got an idea:

"Spank me."

Steve plopped off my dick, he seemed fairly startled by my request, saying something like "huh?" "Spank me," I repeated. I can't remember his exact reaction, but it was something along the lines of "that's weird!"

Now, I'd never been spanked before during sex, and I wasn't even sure it would be a turn on to me, but I'd recently found myself thinking about trying it, and I figured Steve would be a good one to "use" to give it a shot. But when he replied in the negative, I just said "never mind" as he sank back onto my dick.

Then he popped off my boner and said, "Roll over."

"No, no, it's okay..." I replied.

"Roll over!" Steve was beating his meat furiously, my guess is that my suggestion sank into the horny part of his head and he wanted to try it.

So I rolled over. Spread my legs very wide, raised my hips a bit, so my ass cheeks parted. He sat on the edge of the bed next to me, and I again let him feel me up -- he was running his fingers up and down my crack and fondling my balls. Finally, he started. He'd removed his hand from me and the next thing I knew it had smacked my bare ass cheek. Then he smacked me again. Not too hard, but it felt kinda good, and it made me horny as hell. I kinda groaned and pressed my boner into the mattress as he smacked me again--and again. "Harder!" I urged him, and he complied (his other hand was beating his meet furiously). The smacks were loud as hell and the thought that such noise perhaps wasn't the best idea in a dorm situation “did” occur to me, but I didn't much care at that point.

Steve slapped me maybe a dozen or more times, then sank a finger deep into my ass, groaned, and kinda collapsed on top of me. Soon his mouth was again buried in my butt, and I was grinding my hard penis down into the mattress--and my asshole up against his face. Once he'd eaten me out for a good long time, he slid his body up and lay on top of me, pressing the underside of his tiny (but rock hard) penis against my wet asshole. He was making LOTS of noise in my ear, groaning and telling me how horny he was--asking if he can fuck me or maybe if I would fuck him. He was at that "point of no return" horny state and he'd have done about anything I wanted him to, at that point.

I, on the other hand, was kinda grossing out over this dude rubbing his body all over me, so I told him to roll off of me and I flopped over onto my back. Told him I wanted to cum--let's jerk ourselves off. So we did so, both of us beating our meat, side by side. I had a ton of precum collecting on my dickhead, so I slid up into a kneeling position by his head and I wiped it onto his face. He loved this, and reached out with his tongue to lick and kinda suck my dickhead as I beat off. Soon, I was straddling him, with my balls bouncing off his chin and my fist pounding my large boner just above his eyes. He was beating off furiously and kinda gasped, "I'm gonna cum!" I was pretty close myself, and I told him--"Cum on my ASS" and he slid down so that my spread ass was only inches away from his hard cock. His fist was hitting me in the asshole area as he did his furious little beat-off thing, and he finally shot off all over my asshole and my balls.

Now it was my turn. See, once Steve had cum, he lost all interest in guys and sex. The reality of what he had done settled into his brain, I guess, and he tended to want an immediate exit. But I hadn't cum yet, and I wanted to cum in his face. I knew he didn't want me to, but I didn't give a shit--I wanted to spew onto his ugly face, so I started jerking off pretty fast and moved my hips up, so that my dick and balls were hanging over his face. He kinda started to push against me with one hand, trying to move me away from him, but I had the advantage of position and remained unmoved. I was beating my dick off like mad and he spoke up pretty loudly "NO!" and he started to kinda fight and push me off. I just said, "YES!" and paused just long enough to wrestle both of his arms under my legs. I half-sat on his chest and started beating off again, aiming my dick straight at him.

He was talking to me (again, fairly loudly --talking and kinda begging, saying that he wasn't horny anymore and that he didn't want cum in his face. He was trying to squirm out from under me, but he couldn't do it--both his arms were pinned and my weight was on him. I was getting close and I lifted my hips up so that my dick and balls were directly above his face. With my free hand I grabbed his hair and held his head down on the pillow, so that he'd have to take it. I started groaning and he knew I was close, and he knew he was just gonna have to take it, and he just said, "Oh god..."

And I came. Really loudly. I got off all over him--shooting my cum all over his unwilling face, holding it down so he couldn't turn away. I must have shot a gallon into his face (‘cause it was everywhere!), and then I rubbed my cummy dick and my balls (wet with HIS cum, which was dripping down)--I rubbed my entire cummy package all over his face, his lips, his chin.

Then I let him go. He quickly started dressing and wiping himself off, and chastising me a little. He wasn't really pissed, just somewhat annoyed. As soon as he possibly could, he got his ass out of my room and I went to bed, and to sleep, finally.

For the record, I'll tell you that he came back for sex maybe a half-dozen more times that year, and it always went the same way. He even started asking me to shoot off in his face, but I always made sure he'd cum first, so that I knew that he really didn't want it.