Gay Erotic Stories

As I sat in this French Class surrounded by an assortment of masculine flavor, I became dizzy. Not because I couldn't handle the company of "phine" men; but rather I was thinking of what Calvin would have up his sleeve for the weekend. I could hardly wait, but I had to concentrate on my studies. Everything reminded me of Calvin. The young man that recited the French dialogue, the way the guy walked in front of me on the sidewalk, and even the song on the car radio as I drove home(Frankie Beverly-"Love You Much Too Much"). I had to snap out of it before I became to engrossed. When I got home, the phone rang. I immediately began to sweat. I picked it up an said hello. It was the voice I had anticipated all day. My voice said hello...my mind said "hey baby". Calvin spoke in a deep precise voice that made me want to reach out. He asked me if I would come and bring him some ice cream. I was thinking, "Yeah right!...You just want to get me to your house." Then he began the "Please chorus" that would prove to be the conquering factor for all of my future protests. I refused his request but agreed to pick him up later to go to the club and get some drinks. This was obviously when he planned to show me how "to dance". When I showed up at Calvin's house, I was greeted at the door by his cousin, whose name escapes me. I went back to Calvin's room and he was still dressing. I pretended not to notice. Everything was much more comfortable between us because we both knew what we wanted. I knew he was experienced at this so I let him make all the plans. After he got dressed we went to the club. Nobody knew we were together, because we both danced with girls while we were there. But then right before the last call, Calvin said he was ready to make a move. Finally, we were on our way to what I wanted. Still, I was very nervous about the whole thing. He told me to relax and he would show me everything was alright. Since we were both just 19 there was no glamorous spot. There was a vacant lot next to his house and that made me even more nervous, but he seemed to have everything under control. He pulled his dick out and I never remember when he opened his zipper. He had to be 11" and thick. My first thought was how would I handle it. We talked about his past encounters and he told me about a mutual acquaintance that couldn't handle it. That's when the "bitch" in me had to prove I could. Although I had not given head before, I must have been a natural, because his moans were sounds of gratification. We both got undressed and he returned the favor and it was oh so nice. I thought I was going to explode but then he positioned himself behind me. He spit in his hand and rubbed it across my eager hole. I began to sweat and when I mentioned it, he told me sex makes you sweat. He leaned over and breathed on my neck as I shivered in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Then he whispered.."Relax, it's okay." As he said that, he pressed the huge head of his penis into my ass, that was slippery with his saliva and my perspiration. Before I could gasp, he had raised his body up and sank the rest of his strong manhood into me. A thousand screams were in my throat but only a whisper of ecstasy came from my mouth. As I concentrated on the way my body was accommodating this python, I could still smell the sweetness of his meat on my lips. I didn't want to stop. But the rapid thrusts told me that we were about to reach a high point. As he thrust deep inside me, he nibbled my earlobe and whispered,"Baby, here it comes". I was in another world as I felt his large muscle contracting inside me. The mere shock of the vibration from his orgasm, made me reach mine almost simultaneously. As we relaxed he asked if I liked it. I told him it was like nothing I had ever experienced. He was pleased in his own devious way. This is what he had been hoping for all along. His body expressed everything his mouth didn't. We would have many such dances to follow. Calvin had taught me about the "Joys of Mansex".