Gay Erotic Stories

Of course, you'll read this and not believe a word. I'm sure that if I was reading this now for the first time I wouldn't believe it either, but I assure you it is 100% true... .I never saw myself as being gay at all, in fact, I’d never even pictured myself with a man, you see, I was a practising eighteen year old heterosexual. One Friday night, all my friends went out, and I missed the bus and missed meeting them. I was pretty angry at them not waiting so I went home, changed, got my stuff and went to the gym It was pretty empty, a big gym, but there was only three or four people there because I’d missed the after-work rush and it was nearly closing time. Anyway, i was working on the running machines for a bit of endurance (as a change from working my muscles) and it was bit of the gym round a corner, I couldn't see anyone, until a guy got onto the machine next to me, set it and started to run. As we were running, I saw him checking me out a little in the mirror opposite, or at least, that's what I thought he was doing. Normally i would have been disgusted, but this guy was really great looking, for a bloke. He was about 5'11', body-builder’s muscles and a handsome face with floppy blond hair, like mine. I though, "Jeez, I’d LOVE to be that guy, I’d get all the women". Anyway, as it went on, he started chatting to me as we ran, explaining that it's best to chat as you run, to make sure.....well, that's not important now. Anyway, he stopped when I stopped, and he followed me to the bench-press. He offered to help me, I accepted, because I’m a nice bloke, but when he stood over me, his groin was really close to my face. I was a little uncomfortable and pretended to be done. This following about went on, his excuse was he thought I knew what I was doing and he needed a change of routine. I the changing rooms, I let it slip that I’d been left behind, and so he asked me if I wanted a lift home. I thought, this guy's cool (which was a little naive) so I accepted. His house was before mine, so he asked me in for more of a chat.. . When we were in, he got me a beer, opened it and sat next to me at his kitchen table. I asked him if he lives alone and he said yes...I asked him if he's got a girlfriend...he said no, and came out with what I’d expected, he was gay. I said that I had no idea and he looked surprised, saying that he always thought he looked gay...I assured him otherwise, which was true. Anyway, I asked him about his first time, I don't know why, and he described it in real deep detail. I didn't want it to, but him telling it got me a little turned on, not enough for me to get, well, erect, but a little. I then said something that I’ll always remember, I said, "I’m not gay. If I were going to have sex with a man, he'd have to be like, a REALLY great looking guy" I paused, and he waited for me to continue, "Someone, a bit like you I guess." I felt like running after I’d said that, it seemed like a dead come-on. I tried to explain that it wasn't, but he blushed and thanked me for the compliment anyway. Then he started asking me about my sex-life, who I’d been with, whether I’d ever been with a guy? I, of course, said no. I asked him what it was like, and whether he'd been with a woman, he said he had, and with a man was better as far as he was concerned, because they knew what was what, and what the best thing to do...etc. I was fascinated. "They understand what a man wants" ...intrigued, I asked him what he meant, he leaned in a little, and said, well, kissing a man is better, because they know exactly how you want a kiss to feel. I stared at him. He leaned in a little more, close enough for me, I knew he was going to kiss me. I stood up and made for the door. Classically and quickly, he got embarrassed and apologised. Eventually, he convinced me to stay. As we chatted more and after I had had a couple more drinks, not enough to be out of my senses though, we got back onto that subject...and the same thing happened, except this time, I bit the bullet and let him kiss me. It was amazing, he softly kissed me, then put his tongue all around my mouth...the best kiss I’ve ever had. He broke off, and I opened my eyes. "You see?" he said. I was a bit shocked...it was great, I said. What turns you on, as a man, he asked me, and I admitted, I loved to be undressed by a woman, be naked before my partner, make them feel more in control and me under their power. He stood up, put his finger under my chin and drew me up too. He kissed me again and pulled my top over my head. He checked out my muscles...he was impressed, as I was with his in the gym. Turning me around, he kissed me over my shoulder and held the waist of my pants...sliding them down...leaving me in my briefs, bulging. Turning me around again, he pulled off my briefs and kissed my mouth once again, this time, he cupped my sack slightly, very gently. I clasped at his shirt, which he helped me slip off, he has enormous pectorals and well defined abs, no hair. I was very, VERY impressed, I thought mine were good...! Suddenly, I wanted to be in the bedroom, anywhere but the kitchen, which people might have been able to see into. I backed off him, he followed, and led me upstairs to the bedroom. When I got in there, he took off his pants, revealing his underwear, tight briefs that left little to the imagination... Eventually, I was faced with his naked body, next to mine. I kissed him, and he moved me over to the bed. I fell onto it, and saw his cock, it was around 8 inches, and reasonably thick, mine is only 7 but about as thick as his. He leaned over me, his cock dangled onto mine and I felt a shudder as he reached to grab mine. It was semi-hard before that, but with him on it, it went to rock. I reached down also and held his, I felt it going harder. This was the first time I’d ever felt another man's cock, and I liked it, hell, I loved it. Softly, he kissed down me, as his lips went over my pecs and abs, i felt him get rougher, he licked my nipples for a while, then moved down further...his hands moved to my ass as he kissed the tip of my erect dick. He peeled me back and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking. My god it felt great. He was right about men understanding what's what and what's not alright. I felt his finger slip between my cheeks as he pushed my cock deeper into his mouth. I liked the finger in the ass a lot. Moving back up and kissing me again, he asked me what I wanted...whether I wanted to give or take. I said I liked the finger, how about the whole deal. He agreed, slipped on a condom, and rubbed it with some creamy stuff. I asked him to position me, as best he thought. He stood me up, pressed into my back and I felt his cock on me. Kissing me, he bent me over and I moved onto the bed, on all fours. I suddenly liked this idea. He bent over behind me, and unexpectedly, I felt his tongue on my buttock. He kissed the cheeks and ran his tongue from the base of my sack, to the hole, he wetted it properly, erotically and a little roughly. Once he'd finished, he kissed all up my back, to my neck, I felt him on top of me, his cock pushing into my crack. He reared up, grabbed my hips, and slowly pushed his slimy cock into me. I was a little winded at first, and it stung a bit, but I didn't care at all. he went all the way into me on the first push, pulling me back onto it. He then came a little way out, and reached around to my throbbing cock. He got a little faster..."Yea" I moaned, "Faster", that was how I wanted it. He built it up so he was slipping all the way in and almost out of me very fast indeed, bucking me back with every thrust and wanking me each time too. Wanking me and pulling me back onto his cock, I started to help him by leaning back and forth in rhythm. He drew in a sharp breath and i knew he was loving this too. "Faster, harder" i begged, he responded. Next came the coup de Gras, I felt his sack slap against my ass every time he thrust, he was going all the way in and all the way out, extremely fast. I loved it SO much, especially as he was tugging my cock too. He pulled me back and forth, I was almost bouncing onto his dick, I felt him pull me onto him and slow a little. He leaned back and almost screamed with pleasure as he shot his load into me, as he was wearing a condom, I wondered what it would have been like if he wasn't. It was then I realised that this wasn't a one-time thing, I was bisexual, and I loved sex with men, well, this man at least. As he softened in me, I felt my orgasm coming, he obviously did too from my actions, and he pulled out of me, and slid under me, me still on all fours. Leaning up and tonguing my mouth, he pumped harder. I shot all over him, between the two of us. It went up his chest, to his chin, and I fell onto him, onto it. We slipped under the covers and hugged, kissing each other. I realised he was fantastic looking, and I wanted it all again. We lay there for a while...before getting up and taking a shower together, there was more activity of course. If I saw him again tomorrow, I’d do it all again. Our relationship lasted for about 4 months, the sex got better and better, until he someone he could have a proper relationship with, not just secretive sex. I met my current girl friend shortly later, and since I have always craved gay sex again. I wish I could meet him in the gym again, I’d not make the mistake of keeping it all a secret.