Gay Erotic Stories

I awoke with a start, suddenly roused by the pressure against my back - not just someone rolling over in sleep, but an urgency of contact that was very definite and pre-meditated. It took some moments for my mind to realise the actual situation - my jocks were down around my thighs and his bare, hard weapon was spreading the deep crease between my naked buttocks. "What are you doing?" came stupidly from my mouth. He said nothing, just continued to push against me, his hand caressing my right hip as he reached around to my groin. He still said nothing as the hand pulled away the flimsy material that had bunched over my genitals when he'd pulled down the back of my briefs. My flaccid stem was now in the palm of his hand, as his shaft masturbated firmly between my firm, round cheeks. I knew I should struggle away, but it felt perversely good - his bare, hairy chest against my back, muscled thighs rubbing mine and, of course, that thick, hard weapon in my anal cleavage. Not to mention the gentle stroking of his thumb and forefinger around the tip of my cock. This was the guy that came to bed in a very unsexy tracksuit, commenting only that I would be cold in just my jocks. He obviously wasn't at all cold right now! "What makes you think you can get away with this?" I challenged, though I would have to admit not very convincingly. "Probably just the fact that your cock's growing real hard and you're not doing too much to stop me," he replied softly. He was certainly right! My shaft was already almost at its full length and my body was quite relaxed to his touch. "Go with me," he whispered. "Roll over so I can see what you look like when you're hard." He moved back to let me turn. "I'll switch on the bed lamp'" he added, moving to do so as he spoke. At the same time, he pushed the bed covers down to our feet. He was suddenly silhouetted naked against the soft light, and I felt a sense of urgency for the potential of the situation. I lay flat on my back. He was full-length beside me, turned on his side, leaning on his left elbow to raise his upper body. He was staring at my groin as his right hand moved slowly across to stroke the length of my stem, starting gently from its tip and meandering slowly down across the scrotum to rest between my thighs. It seemed so natural that his head should follow, his mouth now enveloping my erection as his hands slid the jocks down to my ankles where I could move my feet to slip them totally off. His mouth was amazing. Women had done it, but never like this. Man to man, he knew exactly what would turn a guy on, and he did it every centimetre of the way. He started with his tongue gently exploring the excited head, licking around its rim as his fingers gently caressed my scrotum. Then he took me deeper into his mouth, working me until he had its full length down his throat. As I moaned with the pleasure, he suddenly began to use his mouth like a hand, vigorously driving me in a total masturbation. I needed to respond, to let him know how good it felt. My left hand went to his head as it rose and fell against my groin, my fingers combing through his hair and brushing the nape of his neck. My right hand rubbed down his broad back until it rested momentarily against his tight, round buttocks. Then, almost involuntarily, I was wildly caressing the smoothness of his cheeks, my fingers excitedly delving into the deep cleft between them, searching to probe the heat of his anus. With all this stimulation, I was fast approaching a cum explosion… and I knew it was too soon! There was a lot more enjoyment to be had yet. "That feels great, but you'd better give me a break or you'll have a throatful", I whispered. He slowed, then stopped sucking and eased my stem from his hot mouth. Turning his grinning face to look along my torso, he replied, "Maybe that's just what I wanted, but I can wait until later." He straightened up, lying face-on beside me, now gently caressing my groin with his fingers. My right hand was caught under him, pressed against his smooth butt-cheeks. Not really conscious of what I was doing, I slipped the tip of my index finger into his anal opening. "Feels good," he murmured, as I turned on my side to fully embrace him. I'd never really considered what it would be like to be so sexually aroused by another guy. There we were, naked, face to face, chest to chest, toes to toes, thighs to thighs… and horny cock to horny cock. It seemed so natural that we should start to kiss, at first just a gentle brushing of the lips then quickly progressing to full-on, highly erotic and excited tongue penetration as he moved his hands around to caress my buttocks. The touch of his fingertips against my anus made me suddenly aware of what I was doing to him. Without any invitation, my index finger had slid inside his body, up to its second knuckle, and I was deliberately massaging his prostate. What made me do it? I don't know, but it was certainly adding to his enjoyment and I was about to find out why… just a momentary pain and then the pleasure of high stimulation as he did the same to me. We were locked together for some time, working with mouths, bodies and fingers to near explosion, then relaxing, then again to full excitement. I just hadn't realised how good this might feel. There was just no reason for my past inhibitions, and certainly none now! I felt completely ready to take some initiative in this exploration process, to see and sense more of the hard weapon pressed so firmly against mine. Easing my finger from the depths of his hole, I pushed gently against his shoulder until he too stopped the internal caressing and rolled flat on his back. I slid fully atop him, pressing every centimetre of my body against his, tightly gripping his smooth hips as his hands now rubbed up and down my back. He returned my grin as I said the words, "My turn!" and began to move down his nakedness. The next new sensation was the feeling of my hard stem pressed between the muscles of his inner thighs, its tip pressed firmly against the lower part of his scrotum, and the dual sensation of his fully erect shaft nestled against the pubic hair on my stomach. My hands moved to massage his shoulders and hairy chest before my mouth progressed, rather naturally I thought, to nibble each nipple in turn. He moaned and parted his legs, letting my cock tip slip down to the heat of his anus. I masturbated against him, recognising now that this would certainly be the night of completely lost "gay" virginity. I wanted more… wanted to see what was making me feel so attracted to him. I let my tongue drift through his body hair as I eased further down his length, always maintaining the contact of my hard cock with his legs until I had moved so far that his feet were caught between my thighs and my head was just above his stomach. I now looked down to admire the power of his erection, to admire its excited stem and perfectly formed, circumcised head with just a drop of pre-cum glistening at the slit. I moved off his legs, spreading them apart so that I could kneel between his feet. I leaned forward to kiss the high point of the ridge of his sculpture and then enveloped the whole tip in my eager mouth. I didn't know what to expect of the pre-cum but found its warmth and saltiness quite pleasant. For a moment I licked and then, as his hands caressed my hair, I felt a rush of energy that spurred me to an almost-uncontrolled attack on his hot, hard mass. I was drawing it deep into my throat, my hands quickly spread under the smooth buttocks as his muscles thrust in response. He was moaning with pleasure and I felt great. I could feel my load rising with him, could feel sensations I'd never experienced before, even around my anus where, right now anyway, there was absolutely no external stimulation I was just wondering whether to let everything explode when he picked the timing to gently lift my head so that I would release him. "Slow down," he said quietly. "I love what you're doing but there's a whole night ahead of us yet." I relaxed and let my head drop to rest against his left thigh, so close to his blood-engorged shaft drenched and glistening with my saliva. I continued to caress his smooth cheeks, wondering how I might yet further explore this soft and inviting part of his anatomy. I didn't need to wonder, for it was obviously on his mind too. "Lift your head," he whispered and, as I obeyed, he rolled over beneath me, settling flat, face down with his thighs just apart enough for me to admire the deep cleft between the soft, pale skin of his muscular, round buttocks. "Stretch out on me," he invited. He looked really good. It seemed so strange to think how many times after sport I had seen him naked in the shower, that I had looked at him with macho curiousity, but never with the thought of what I was sure would soon happen between us. I straddled his muscled legs and gently lowered myself onto his nakedness, savouring each contact from the first brush of my thighs against his, to the initial touch of my stem against his cheeks, to my chest against his broad back, and finally to the sensation of pressing totally against him. I slid my hands under his body, gently exploring until one was cradling his hot, round scrotum and the other was grasping the moistness I had left at the tip of his shaft. The movement of my hands beneath his genitals caused him to arch his body, pressing his cheeks firmly up against my groin in a way that gave my hard cock full use of the generous cleavage between them. It seemed so natural to masturbate against him and to work my fingers on his shaft and to fondle his balls… and to kiss the nape of his neck. "I gather you like this position," he moaned. I began to imagine the penetration, edging down his body until the pre-cum-covered tip of my erection found the deepest point of the cleavage, then quickened the pace of my rubbing against him. "No doubt about that, you slut!" I wisecracked. He laughed and pushed back more firmly against me. I think he well and truly now knew that he had me. There would be no turning back from the sensations I was now experiencing. I must have been on him for about 10 minutes, bringing myself almost to climax and then easing back until I was ready to enjoy him again… and again. He just sighed and moaned and whispered encouragement while pleasurably releasing liberal amounts of warm, greasy pre-cum that I spread generously along his excited rod. "I'm not pushing," he said, "But you're welcome to slip it in if you want to." He spread his thighs and my cock tip was right in the opening. I immediately stopped rubbing, not because I didn't want what he was offering, but because I felt that it would be unfair not to let him take me first. After all, it was him who had risked that I might just wake up from the first touches, hit him and end our friendship completely. I kissed his left shoulder. "There's no doubt I want it," I said, "But maybe you should 'take my virginity' first so that I'll learn what's likely to give you the greatest pleasure." I broke the embrace, rolled off and lay beside him. He turned on his side, grinning mischievously at me. "Now that's a challenge!" he replied. He sat up and turned around on the bed, his feet now touching the bed head as he gripped my thighs to urge me to move down towards its foot. As I responded, he straddled my head and bent forward to again take my shaft in his mouth. The sensation on my cock was greatly enhanced by a new and very close view of muscular thighs converging to a profile of smooth cheeks spread to reveal a neat anal opening above my forehead, and a very large, excited scrotum hanging from the base of an equally-aroused thick stem in easy reach of my mouth. I closed my lips around the ridge of its finely sculptured tip and lapped the salty pre-cum with my tongue as my fingers and eyes explored the soft skin of his buttocks and arse We were both very turned on - he was soon virtually fucking my mouth in the same erotic rhythm that he was applying to my cock. I was gagging on the thickness of his weapon in my throat, but there was no way I would have wanted to stop the thrusting that was giving such enjoyment to both of us. It was momentarily an anti-climax when he slowed and released my shaft as he raised and spread my legs, now grasping my ankles with knees bent up in the air. I wondered what he was doing. He shifted gently a few inches further down my body. I had to raise my head to keep my mouth over his stem and found myself looking even more directly into the inviting cleavage between his spread buttocks. Suddenly his tongue was under my scrotum then licking into my arsehole, and I realised he had the same view but from on top He now let go of my ankles and gripped my cheeks, pushing them further apart as his tongue licked deep into my body. I was breathless at the excitement of this new experience, knowing that the tongue would soon be replaced by the pulsing of his saliva and pre-cum covered shaft even deeper within me. He had now moved so far that I couldn't really keep my mouth on his cock - I was holding it near his upper thighs, quite opposite the power of natural erection where it should stand against his stomach. I released it and turned my attention to his anus, thinking only how I should replicate for him the sensations he was giving me. I grasped his cheeks and spread them, pressing my face against his warm, soft skin and plunging my tongue into the hole. Again I tasted the saltiness of his body. This was an intimacy beyond my wildest dreams, and it felt fantastic! We worked each other for quite a long time, rolling onto our sides, then me on top of him, then back on our sides, then him over me again - deep tonguing supplemented by wild caressing of buttocks and thighs and shafts and scrotums and nipples and any other skin and hair that either of us could reach as we "play-wrestled" together. I was more than ready when he whispered, "It's time!" He moved off me and knelt between my knees, reaching to the bedside table for a tube of lube that he had obviously readied before he even touched me that short but sensational time ago. He lifted my feet up against his shoulders and held the tube to my anus. "With all that saliva you shouldn't really need this, but I don't want to risk hurting you," he said. He squirted the cold lubricant into the opening and massaged it around the rim. Then he daubed some on his cock-head. I watched in excitement as he gently and methodically spread it all over the head and ridge of that perfect weapon. He was grinning reassuringly as he pressed his knees in below my buttocks, lifting the cheeks even further into the air. My toes slipped from their previous hold against his shoulders. "Just rest your legs against me and relax," he whispered. The backs of my knees were touching his pecs and aroused nipples - it was good! He was gentle. I felt his cock-head at my opening, just against it, then sensitively pushing into me, his hands alternately steadying my raised hips or caressing my shaft and scrotum. He was watching my face so intently, so careful that this should be a positive experience. I was watching the total scene, thinking only of the power that one man was about to deliver to another. Even so well prepared, my sphincter was tight, but the discomfort was only momentary. He was patient, gently pushing then relaxing until, suddenly, I felt the sensation of his entry. Once admitted, his weapon slipped easily in to its full length, his hard balls now pressed against my butt-cheeks. "How's that? he whispered, still intently watching my face. I smiled as I reached out towards him. "It's great… and it'll be even better when you get really excited and blow a hot load right up me," I responded. He leaned forward until I could grip his shoulders and, with that maximum penetration, began to work his cock inside me. He started slowly, easing back and forth with his hips, then more rhythmically, gradually lengthening the amount of shaft that was moving out and in with each thrust. Soon he was withdrawing until the sculptured head was only just inside my sphincter, then pushed maybe eight to ten centimetres up inside me until his hot, hairy pouch slapped against me… again, and again, and again. The feeling was sensational and, to my sudden realisation, soon heightened by the visual image in a wall mirror that I had not previously noticed behind him - the softly-lit reflection of muscular thighs supporting perfect buttocks tensed over my groin, huge balls drawn tightly in to the base of an angry shaft that disappeared between my fully-spread cheeks. "Fuck me, fuck me!" I heard myself moaning… and he did! He was soon right over me, my legs wrapped around his lower back as he pumped incessantly. The scene reflected in the mirror was even wilder than when I had first noticed it - the muscles of his thighs and cheeks tensing then relaxing, closing then opening my view of his anus as the tempo and rhythm gradually increased. One hand rubbed his nipples; one hand rubbed his back. One hand supported his weight above me; one hand enhanced the arousal of my genitals. Two mouths came together, tongues urgently entwining. "Oh!… Fuck!… Fuck me!… Blow your load," I implored. He was pounding me roughly, yet I still felt the subtle, momentary tensing as his body began to discharge the load. I felt the first flood inside me, then he was quickly withdrawing and hot, sticky cum was flying over my belly and dripping on my cock. I watched between our bodies as the thick, white load sprayed out to drench me. He moaned with the satisfaction of its release. I moaned at the sensation of the heat inside my arse and the huge dollops of his fluid over my chest, abdomen and groin. He slowly raised himself off me, smiling warmly as he sat back on his haunches and surveyed the blow job over my torso. "I didn't think I had that much in me," he said. "How did it feel?" "Fantastic… and eminently repeatable!" I replied. "I'm sure I can oblige that in due course," he responded with a wide grin, "but only after I've felt and seen what you can do too." He pulled my legs down straight then straddled my thighs. He began to move gently up my body, arse cheeks spread as he moved across my genitals and virtually sat on my lower chest, rubbing through the pools of cum. I reached for his still-hard stem and gently caressed it as he worked his cheeks back and forth along my body, soaking his cunt with his own juice His eyes were closed as he then moved down to position himself on my cock, masturbating me with his arse, slipping and sliding the cum-soaked crevice along its highly-aroused length. I was close to blowing when he leaned suddenly forward and then, with an obviously practiced movement, somehow managed to grip the tip of my weapon in his well-lubricated opening. As he leaned back, my cock slipped easily inside him, sheathed all the way to where his cheeks pressed against my hot balls. He reached down to rub my pecs and fondle my nipples as he began to move up and down on my hard, greasy stem. I massaged his thighs and played with the tip of his shaft as he rode me, his powerful butt muscles working my cock to frenzy. Each time his body lifted, I could see between his legs to where my shaft disappeared in his arsehole. Each movement took him almost off the tip, but then he would plunge back down on its entire, powerful length, each time further heightening my excitement until I was moaning and thrusting to pump my load inside him. As far as I was concerned, this was it. I was ready to blow and there was no stopping now, but he had other ideas. "Not yet," he implored, "that's just the warm up." Somehow I held back, so interested to see whatever else he could possibly have in mind that might have any chance of being even more arousing. But he was right (again!). He climbed off me and lay on his back, legs off the side of the bed. "Stand down on the floor," he urged. I complied and he raised his legs to rest them over my shoulders. I was spellbound at the spread of his arse raised up to my groin. He was giving it to me and I had to pay full homage. My cock wanted it; my mouth wanted it; and both should have it. I gripped his legs and bent my head to the opening. I smelled the intimate scent of his body mixed with his juice that had smeared around the opening as he had rubbed against me and my pre-cum that had trickled liberally as he sat atop me My tongue plunged deep where, only moments before, he had held and worked my cock. The taste was salty and the sensation was hot and vibrant as he pushed up against my mouth. My nose was brushing his scrotum, my eyes looking straight up his shaft. I had no reservation as my hands slid to his genitals and, with tongue and fingers, I drove him quickly to a second ejaculation. Although soon after the first blast, his second discharge was still strong and, with his lower body raised, shot out over his chest, left cheek and chin. The sight of the cum flying onto his face was highly arousing and encouraged me to keep working his cock until I was sure there was no more juice to flow. As I stopped pulling, I straightened up and pushed my groin against his arse, again directing the tip of my hard shaft into his opening. It was so wet and greasy that my stem entered totally unimpeded until my scrotum pressed against his butt cheeks. In an instant I was fucking wildly, tightly gripping his hips as I leaned over, thrusting deep inside him. We both looked to the mirror which reflected us in profile, my buttocks rounded in full firmness with each pull back that revealed most of my shaft sliding from him, then flattened as I relentlessly drove the weapon back between the mounds of his cute, stretched cheeks. His arse was so well lubricated and dilated that my tip was often slipping right out, but then immediately going right back in. He reached up to wildly jerk his again-hard cock with one hand while spreading the cum as he caressed his chest and nipples with the other "Blow it! Blow it!" he was moaning, looking up at me as he writhed with my penetration. I involuntarily tensed and knew the load was coming, then felt it flooding into the sheath of his anus. As it spurted, I pulled out of his body and gripped the shaft to pump it wildly over his torso, rapt as the hot, white explosion splashed over his face and chest and stomach and hand still jerking his perfect stem. As I stopped, juice totally expended, he smiled and eased away, turning back to full length on the bed. I couldn't help but admire the nakedness, the sweat and the little pools of our cum. He raised his arms in silent command that I should lie on top of him. I moved quickly to obey, licking the semen on his left cheek and chin before putting my lips to his as our bodies again rubbed together. His arms enfolded me, hands gripping my buttocks as we tongue-kissed passionately, savouring the sensation of the mixed hot, wet cum now smearing on both of us. It was some time before he paused the kiss, his eyes grinning into mine. "So how was the new experience?" he asked. "Unpredictable and almost indescribable," I replied, pressing my groin even more firmly against his. "I never thought that another guy could possibly turn me on the way you have tonight." "It can get even better," he responded. "Just wait a few minutes 'til we go together into the shower to wash this load off… or tomorrow in the sand dunes at the beach… or in the pine forests…or wherever else you want it. Even a 'quickie' in the car - your wish is my command!" I smiled and resumed the kissing, snuggled tightly against him… and contemplating sexual exhaustion! If you enjoyed my story, please tell me - hotwriter96@hotmail.com