Gay Erotic Stories

In my sophomore year at college, there was this guy that I always noticed whenever he went by. To be truthful, I was totally captivated by him. Whenever he was near, I would totally lose all control of my faculties and just stand there, drooling, as he seduced me by just existing. I didnt know much about him. We had never met. What information I had managed to solicit from my friends was not much. He was from Serbia, and his mother was Italian. His father had died, and his mother and he moved to America. Let me tell you, Serbian and Italian is a wonderful mix!! He was very tall, like six feet two, and he was extremely skinny. His hair was cut close to his face, but very spiky, and a deep black color. His eyes were the killer...a misty black that sent a hook out towards you and just pulled you in. Anyway, the first semester past, and I grew restless. You can only live of fantasies for so long before you want the REAL thing. But, seeing as how no one at school knew I was gay, I didnt know how to do it. I figured that it was pointless, that I would never get my chance, that he was probably the straightest guy alive. To make things worse, we ended up having a class together that spring. It was English or something. I really dont remember much about it..I ended up getting in F in the class. I attended everyday, but not for lecture. Geno sat diagonally from me to my right, directly in my vision. I sat there staring at him all through class, memorizing his every move, amazed at how his body seemed to be concentrated sensuality. He was like water...so graceful and seductive. It was then that I began to draw him. I used my English compostion notebook as a sketch pad. I drew him again and again. I would roll out like three per class period. Pretty soon I had a large collection. I put them in this scrapbook that I would look at when I jacked off. Well, halfway through the semester, the unthinkable happened. I was sitting in class, and working on a picture of him. Unbeknownst to me, the class had been dismissed five minutes ago. I had been so intent on my picture I hadnt noticed everyone leaving. Next thing I know, a shadow covers my paper, and I panic, thinking its the teacher. I slam the notebook closed, but its too late. I look up, and see Geno standing there with this really strange look on his face. Not mad, but curious. "You draw me?" he said, with that deep, voice tinged with his erotic accent that drove me wild. Unable to speak, I just nodded my head. He didn't say anything for a second, but then he spoke again, pointing towards the book. "May I see? As the model, I think I deserve to see it." I couldn't resist. I wanted to, oh god I wanted to get up and walk away. I was so afraid he was going to beat the shit out of me. But blindly, I gave him the book. He accepted it, and quietly sat down on top of the desk next to mine. He flipped through the book slowly, painstakingly, looking at each picture intently. He kept nodding his head, in something I took for approval. Once he was done, he handed me the book back, and smiled. "Not bad.....not bad at all." He lowered his voice."Do you like drawing me?" I nodded my head, breathless. He smiled. "Then come with me." He turned, without another word, and walked out of the classroom. Entranced, and curious, yet frightened, I followed him like a lost puppy, across the quad and to the dormitories. He led me up the stairs to the third floor, and to a door at the end of the hall. He unlocked the door, and stepped inside. His room....oh, how many times I had imagined myself in this very place...with him...to be here in reality was hard to handle. I was sweating horribly. He threw his keys and his books down, and turned to regard me. Smiling, he walked back over to me, until his face was inches away from mine. "You want me dont you, drawing boy?" I barely managed to find my voice. "Y-yes." He laughed. Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear the words I had thought I would never hear. "Then take me, drawing boy. Undress me and fuck me.." I stiffened. He stepped back, waiting. Gathering my nerve, I reached out to the bottom of his t-shirt, and tugged up on it. He lifted his arms up, and I pulled it over his head. I let it drop, and took in his tan chest. He was muscular, six pack and all, and very hairless. He had a dusting of hair between his nipples, and the usual happy trail going down into his pants. His nipples were dark, wine red, and large. My mouth watered..I leaned over and began to suck on one of them...my tongue working around the point, my teeth teasing...Geno moaned, throwing his head back. "Thats it drawing boy....but lower" I began to kiss his chest, trailing down from his nipple to the edge of his pants.Hungrily, I tore at his belt, unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his pants. I could already see the outline of his hard cock pressing against the pants. I unzipped them, and pulled themdown. He was wearing a pair of silk black boxers...and his cock struggle against the thin fabric to be free. I leaned over and pulled them down with my teeth, then finished the job with my hands. Then, I feel back on my knees and looked at him. His cock was large, around eight inches. It was wide, and a dark reddish purple. It was swollen, and I could see the blood pumping in his vein. On instinct, I thrust forward and took his cock into my mouth. He filled me...with the taste of sweat, warmth, and maleness. I went all the way down to the base, till his pubic hair tickled my nose, and the tip touched the back of my throat. I choked a little, and he laughed. "Not too much at one time, drawing boy." I went back, and then began to work at it, pumping slowly up and down. Amazing, Id never done this before, but I knew how to do it. I licked the tip, and tasted the tangy precum. I moaned, and went down again, this time dragging my teeth along the shaft on the way back up. On the tip, I bit softly, and he cried out in pleasure. He reached down and pulled me up, and began to take my clothes off. He ripped my shirt open, and tore it off my arms. He roughly unbuttoned my jeans, and took them off. I wasnt wearing any underwear that day (they were all dirty), so I was as naked as he was. My cock was hard as rock and sticking straight up. My cock was seven inches, and a little wider than his. He wrapped his hand around it and began to pump at it....I closed my eyes and moaned. I leaned up and kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He replied, putting his other hand around the back of my head and pushing me towards him. I couldnt take it. The reality of the situation got me off so much. I spewed my seed all over his dick, and it covered him. He jumped back at first, but then laughed. He reached down, and ran a finger along his shaft, drawing up some cum. Then, he licked his finger. "Hmm...sweet." I laughed nervously. Then, I watched curiously as he turned away and walked over to his dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled out a tube of gel. He walked back over and roughly told me: "Bend over, its time to play". I bent over, placing my hands on the bed, and he began to rub the gel on my anus. It was cold, and I shuddered at first. But soon he worked it in, inserting and withdrawing his finger, and I got hard all over again. Then, he took his finger away once I was lubricated, and he slowly began to work his cock in. I moaned, out of pain, cause it hurt to have something that big trying to enter me. But he coached me...told me to push out as he pushed in. And soon he had worked past the tightness and made it inside, where he filled me. He slowly began to pump in an out, gaining speed each time. Soon, we were both moaning, and he was pumping furiously. I called out his name repeatedly, and twisted his bedsheets in my hands. When he was about to cum, he pulled out, and pushed me over. Then, he spewed his seed all over my face. It covered me, some going into my open mouth, my hair, my eyes and nose. I didnt care. I caught what I could withmy tongue, lapping it up. He moaned, arching his back above me. Then, he fell on top of me, and we kissed. He licked the cum off my face, and then we just lay there, holding each other. Eventually, he fell asleep. I got up, picked up my clothes, and left. I just knew that is what he would want. Shortly after that, I came out of the closet to my friends and family.Geno and I never spoke again after that day. We would pass each other in the hallway, and he would smile, but not say anything. I was too shy, so it never came to anything more. But I still look back on that night and lay awake at night. Geno was my most passionate lover. No one has been able to beat him yet. Maybe it was his exoticness, or the way he seduced me. But I cannot forget him....