Gay Erotic Stories

My first encounter with Joe was nearly six years ago. We had had the time of our lives that night (see “Fast Food, Part 1”) but had since grown apart. Five and a half years later, we ran into each other at a school-sponsored event. It was a reunion of sorts for the classes of 95-98. An impromptu event put together by treasurers of the aforementioned classes, and it would be one of the greatest extra-curricular events I've ever attended. Joe and I seemed to notice each other right away. He was chatting with some old friends of his, and I was by the concession table. As soon as I laid eyes on him, the old feelings began to stir. I got a little weak in the knees, and he began walking towards me. I wondered if he had remembered our fateful night together. I needn't have worried. As soon as he came over, he asked me how I was. "Okay," I said. "And you?" His response was unmistakable. He looked into my eyes and just smiled, the corners of his mouth curled just so, and I knew he was feeling what I was feeling. We talked for about 15 minutes, and then he put his arm around me. "Let's go for a walk," he said. And believe me, I followed. We walked down the dimly lit hallway of our old high school to a set of stairs that used to be used exclusively by the staff. When we reached the top, and all was dark, Joe grabbed my arm and put it around his waist. There was no mistaking what was about to happen. We both leaned forward and our lips found each other’s. There was a spark then that made me shudder. Our mouths opened wide and we explored each other's tongues with reckless abandon. It brought me back to that night at the fast food restaurant when we lost all inhibition and gave in to one another. That magical night. Seconds later, Joe and I were on the floor, his shirt thoughtlessly thrown off and his dress pants unzipped. I moved my hands over his half-naked torso and squeezed his muscular thighs. I brought my hands up his legs and to his firm ass. He moaned in approval as I caressed his hips and stomach and slowly moved my face towards his manhood. I took in the scent of his hot cock and licked his balls before moving my lips over his swollen member. He moaned, begging me to suck him off. I was quick to oblige. I took all 7 inches of that fat dick in my mouth, slowly moving my tongue around his fat head and rubbing his balls as I did so. I could tell he was about ready to let it all go. His balls tightened up in their sac, and his cock was twitching ever so slightly. I couldn't wait for him to unload his sweet man cream into my mouth, and I started sucking even harder. Joe's moans were almost too much for me, as my own throbbing cock nearly emptied itself. A few seconds later, Joe nearly screamed as he erupted in my mouth. The flow of hot, sweet and sour cum filled my mouth, and I enjoyed every salty drop of it. After Joe came, I lay next to him, his still hard cock oozing the juice I forced out of him. We lay there for several minutes, kissing and holding each other, much the way we did that night nearly six years ago. We later rejoined the reunion, which was nearing an end, and bid our goodbyes. We vowed this time to keep in touch with one another, hoping that it wouldn't be this long until the next time we met. Let's hope. The end.