Gay Erotic Stories

We had turned the corner at the same moment. The next we were picking ourselves up from the floor. Looking around to get the number of the bus that hit me, I almost collapsed again. I’d never seen him before. He couldn’t have been missed.

I watched from the floor as he rose and dusted himself off. Slowly, he unwound and displayed a wonderful example of male beauty. Nearly six feet of auburn topped, lean masculinity. His green eyes glittered as he smoothed the tight denim along his maddeningly thick thighs.

“Ay, mate...y’right?” His chagrin turned to concern as he offered his hand. It was more like a great paw. I could feel his strength as I accepted his hand and he helped me up. The accent immediately confirmed that I had never met him. An Australian in this small Southern town would have been a novelty on everyone’s lips. I wouldn’t mind to have his on mine.

“Sure. You okay,” I asked. Dazed, I gently shook my head. Small throbs raced around my skull. I couldn’t be sure if I was hurt or simply awestruck.

“No worries.”

I looked bewildered, or just goofy, but I had to pull myself away. One more tardy and it would be curtains - not from the school, but from my parents. Although I was an excellent student, I was notoriously late for everything.

Two hours later I stumbled into Chemistry from a little walk to the parking lot for a quick buzz. I glanced around the lab as I sat down. In the hall, the bell rang.

Who should be in the seat behind me? We noticed each other again as he extended the same hand, this time in greeting.

“Sorry, ‘bout that earlier. I’m Andy.”

“I don’t think there’s any permanent damage. I’m Steve,” I said, gladly accepting his huge hand again. My luck was turning in my favor. The fates had us assigned lab partners. We compared our schedules and found that we also had lunch and two other courses together. It was going to be an interesting year.

From then on we were inseparable. Something clicked though we were complete opposites. Andy was big and dark. I was slight and light (5’9” and fair-haired.) He was athletic: soccer and skiing. I was academic: Latin club and band - which did wonders for my legs and tight little butt. He was smooth and tan. I was covered in blondish fur and light complexioned. He was boisterous. I was reserved. Our parents and teachers would look at us in confusion. I know we were an odd pair.

We spent hours together away from school, too. We would ‘hang-out’ or go to the river and swim. We would talk endlessly about almost anything: politics, the newest music, the other kids from class, big dreams of our futures. Once at Andy’s house he invited me to his room. He wanted to show me a book. I was intrigued. I followed him up the stairs admiring his full, firm butt. I was surprised when he handed me a collection of Tennyson’s works. Later that night he read some of them to me. I’d never guessed he was a Romantic.

All the girls were chasing him, yet he was oblivious. We were constant companions. Rumors, of course, began to circulate, but no one could prove anything. They couldn’t because nothing happened. It was like this through our senior year as well.

That’s not entirely true. I soon realized that my feeling were more than just ‘mates.’ My dreams at night began to be filled with erotic images of us together - holding each other, exploring our bodies. I wondered why Andy rarely accepted any offers from the horde of girls at his heels. I just thought it was due to his serious focus on soccer and his sometime struggle with course work.

We were really looking forward to graduation. Not only would high school be over (Thank You, God), but we’d be eighteen and legal. Our birthdays were exactly a week apart; I was older.

I called him “Kid” just to make him laugh. We had planned a retreat to my family’s beach house after graduation. For two weeks we would be frolicking in the surf and away from those strange students. We both disdained most everyone at school. They seemed alien and childlike.

Within hours of nabbing our diplomas, we were off to adventure. We laughed and partied most of the five hour drive to the beach. I was driving his classic Mustang, since I knew where we were going and he got groggy when he was buzzed. About two hours from the house, Andy fell asleep. His head drifted over and stayed on my right shoulder. My head was spinning even wilder. I nearly wrecked.

All that would have been enough, but the bright moonlight shimmered around him. Silvery beams tickled at his ample mound and bare thighs. I had to make a concentrated effort to mind the road.

Soon we were at the house and moved in. Andy wished me a “Good night” and went to bed. I was passed out on the sofa in no time, too tired to follow him upstairs but to my own bed.

I awoke that morning unsure of my surroundings. And the odd sounds of the house and the rolling surf. Once my eyes focused I jumped back. Andy was over me holding a cup of coffee. He handed me the steaming mug.

Grinning, he chirped out, “Come on to breakfast, then we hit the sand!” I had to wait until my morning hard-on subsided and the coffee settled my nerves.

The next few days were spent doing all that beach stuff: sunning, swimming, volleyball. I like it even more when I got to see Andy in that purple string-style bikini. I thought it would burst at it's little seams! He brought us lots of attention, but again seemed not to notice.

A few nights later, finally ensconced in the master suite, I awoke from a sound sleep. Very unlike me as I could sleep through a hurricane. I had this unsettled feeling. I rolled over and saw Andy standing in the door-frame watching me sleep.

His expression was odd, and hard to describe. Like he was lost or very drunk. We hadn’t drunk or smoked that much. The moonlight again collected around him, this time making a puddle at his broad, bare feet. It made his jock appear to glow and flicker.

Groggily I asked, “How long ya been there?”

“Seems like always,” He said his expression hardly changed.

“That bed in there’s too small, you know.” He strode over to my bed, pulled aside the cover and slid in beside me. He nestled in, sighed, and was asleep. I was in shock. Did he have any idea what he was doing to me?! And what about the other two bedrooms?

Sometime during the night we became entwined and I woke again. I was looking into such serene beauty in his sleeping face. Andy pressed himself lightly to me, his leg thrown over both of mine and his right arm resting across me. I felt like a teddy bear in his brawny, tender grasp. I soon realized that we both had major erections that were mere inches apart.

As if reading my mind, Andy nudged closer and started grinding, slowly, ever so gently. He began nuzzling my neck. Oh God, I had found heaven at last. But I was too scared too enjoy it fully. What if it was just a dream? Did he even remember I was in the bed too?

I was startled as he whispered, “Good morning, Steve,” and moved to kiss my lips. I met him determination. Our kiss was long and deep and full of promise. His tongue tickled across my lips and soon met my own. We twisted our tongues around each other’s. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer.

We kissed and kissed. Feelings of euphoria washed over me like no drug ever could. Andy’s kisses were insistent and accepting, firm and yielding. The complex emotions finally stopped my brain from thinking and moved it to acting. I rolled him onto his back so I could straddle him and gain some leverage. His cock throbbed against my butt. His hands roamed over my body, raking through my fur. He pulled his face away and smiled up at me.

In a seamless single motion he raised his shoulders and rocked me onto my back. He trickled his tongue down my neck again. Andy then licked across my shoulder, down into my armpit where he lapped like it was ice cream. My body was covered in goose pimples, electric-like currents flickered uncontrollably all over me. His morning growth of beard trailed over my chest making my nipples hard enough to cut diamonds.

As he closed his mouth over my left nipple I shuddered and more blood flowed to my already strained dick. He softly closed his teeth on my nipple, slowly pulling away but not off me.

“Damn, why did you wait so long,” I moaned.

He released long enough to say, “Shhh, later.” Andy pursed his lips and kissed across my abdomen, making little puffs of warm breath. I was shivering and writhing beneath him. He came to the waistband of my jockeys. I ihought. ‘This is it!’ But he surprised me again by completely jumping past my eight straining inches to lick down the inside of my thigh, behind my knee and down my calves.

His big hands held my right foot up from the bed as he brought it to his mouth. Slowly he grinned at me and extended his tongue to lick each toe, then along the length of the bottom of my foot. I grabbed the sheets and thrashed my head from side to side.

Andy placed my leg back onto the bed and crawled his fingers up my legs. This time when he reached the elastic he curled the tips of his fingers inside. His grin was full of treachery. He grasped the tight fabric and pulled, ripping my shorts at the seams. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply, his eyes half closing and rolling back. He opened his mouth to gulp a breath and descended onto my cock. Involuntary muscles forced my hips up to meet his lips.

The hot, damp tightness sent my brain into overload. I locked my hands behind his head, working my fingers into his thick hair, and pulled him onto my dick. He gagged a bit a pulled back.

“Easy, babe,” he breathed. “We’ve got all the time in the world to learn this.”

I thought he knew what he was doing! I was so happy then to know that we were discovering all this together. As much as I was enthralled, I wanted to play too.

I placed my hand in the middle of his wide, bulky chest and kneaded at his hot flesh, grabbing his right nipple and twisting. He threw back his hand and a loud, low growl erupted from deep inside. I realized enough to know that it was joy and not pain. Well, maybe a little pain - and that excited me more. I pushed him back and closed my lips around his other nipple, circling my tongue and flicking his nip.

I changed sides. His shoulders pressed back against the mattress forcing him to my demanding mouth. I licked down his belly to the wide band of his jock. The sweaty, salty aroma caused my nostrils to flare and fire to explode deep within my brain. I licked and chewed at his bulging pouch making Andy groan with ecstasy. The feel of his hot cock on my tongue was exhilarating. I almost couldn’t wait to see it. But another thought suddenly dawned on me.

I gripped Andy’s massive thighs, thrilling at the chance to finally explore him, and slid my hands beneath their bulk and lifted. He was glad to follow my lead. As he lifted his legs, his wrinkled hole appeared like a new star. The scent that lingered in my nostrils became stronger and muskier as I dove into his butt with my mouth.

I kissed his ass and stuck my tongue out to lick and tease him. I wasn’t tentative or fearful. This all was so right. Andy reached out to pull his legs up to his heaving chest and I used my now free hands to part his cheek and work his butt in earnest. He was screaming yesses at me urging me to explore more.

I reached above my head to remove his jock and got my first look at his impressive cock. Nine thick vein-covering inches of uncut stone. Fluid was flowing from the tip, trickling down the underside. As I took him into my mouth, I tried to remember what Andy had done to me. I improvised and was amazed that I could handle the length and breadth of such a monster. I poked a finger into his tight butthole which caused him to push past my tonsils into my throat. I continued to stretch his hole and swallow his cock.

I glanced up to see Andy smiling widely and insanely back at me. He couldn’t form words, just pant. I imagined what he was feeling. I changed direction, putting my mouth back to his backside and stroking his wet cock in my fist.

“Steve, dammit, fuck me!” Andy roared.

I looked up, unsure I had heard right. His eyes locked with mine and I knew. I raised onto my knees and aimed my dick at his soaked asshole. I spit on his hole and placed the head close against it, spiting again to ease the entry.

“Do it babe. Take my cherry and make me your boy forever,” Andy begged me.

I pushed a little forward and the head of my dick opened his virgin jock ass. I heard him take in a sharp, high breath. But he didn’t ask me to stop. Our eyes locked again and I could hear him inside my head, like we were telepathic.

I kept a slow and persistent forward motion until I felt my bushy pubic hair grinding into his slick crack. I leaned down and kissed him deeply, tasting his secret taste again - letting him taste it for the first time.

I started a slow, rocking motion with my hips. I grasped Andy’s ankles in my hands and pressed them onto my shoulders. As I felt him relax a little, I began to move into him with steady strokes. The sensation was beyond words or feelings I have ever known.

The sight of my dick sliding into his butt was mesmerizing. The look of pleasure on my best friend’s, now lover’s, face was all I ever needed to know. But the pressure and friction against my probing dick was finally too much and I began to spew a river of cum into Andy’s asshole.

“Yeah, man. Spunk my ass. Fuck me! FFF-UUUUCCKK,” he yelled as he shot his own cum. It landed on both our chests and slowly subsided to a trickle, dripping down on my already wet and still hard dick. I couldn’t stop my pistoning hips as I slammed again and again up his ass. Amazingly, I came again. Not as much, but still wrecking my body with spasms.

We were covered in sweat and cum. Panting and growling at one another. The big, stupid smiles on our faces said more to each other than any words could have. I released the death-grip I had on his ankles and let them fall to my sides as I leaned forward for the deepest, most intense kiss yet. I was losing my erection slowly, but didn’t want to pull out.

Andy pulled me against his chest and wrapped his strong arms around me. He leaned against my ear and hardly whispered, “I love you, Steve.”

After we regained our breath, we walked on wobbly legs to the shower and used all the hot water exploring each other’s body. I managed to take Andy’s huge cock into my own ass in the shower. He was gentle and slow, preferring to take his time. I now truly understood what he had felt when I have fucked him. Only more so!

When he finally filled with his cum, it was like lava. Thick, hot, and savagely beautiful. He bit down into my shoulder as he screwed my from behind. I didn’t care. He could ask me do anything, he could do anything with my body, and it was with my full and silent consent.

The rest of the day we spent naked in each other’s embrace. Kissing. Touching. Fucking. We even sucked each other to orgasm, taking a little of the other’s soul into ourselves.

Andy did explain why he had waited so long. He was afraid that I didn’t have the same feelings. That a boy as smart and pretty (his words) as me wouldn’t be interested.

I’m glad that we did wait. Now. Because for the last ten years I have been the happiest man alive. My best friend is still my best lover.