Gay Erotic Stories

I sat at the table, drinking a coke, thinking about his kiss. Three days had gone by and it was all I could think of. How soft it was. How it made me feel. My friend, George tapped me on the shoulder and pointed toward the restaurant door. Everyone was leaving. I stood up. I walked to the door and opened it. And there stood Ger’man. I could feel my eyes widen. “Joe!” was the only thing I could hear him say. He reached for my hand, but I pulled away. “I’ll be outside if ya’ need me”, George said and scurried out the door. “Joe, I missed you like crazy! I’ve been going shit-crazy trying to get your numb…………..”, I cut him off. “ Look what happen that night meant nothing.” His eyes filled with tears. I’d never seen a jock cry, I wanted to laugh but I was hurting so much inside. “But……..”, was all he could say. I could tell he was restraining tears. I kept walking. I stood at the front of the door. I placed my hand on it. I pushed. It opened. I turned back and he hadn’t moved an inch. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave him. My heart yearned for him. I walked back. I slowly put my hand in his. He looked up. He was crying. And somehow I knew. Knew that this man I had only met 3 nights ago was “the one” Months passed, and I couldn’t remember a life without him. We did everything together. He was always there for me. He was the rock on which I stood. He was my world. Then one night while we sat on my front porch hand in hand he told me something I thought I would never hear. “Joe, I love you more than words can express”, he softly whispered in my ear. It sent chills up my spine. Here I was, sitting next to this attractive, gentle, nurturing man, and he was saying that he loved me. I couldn’t respond. He made some joke about the silence. All I could do was kiss him. Those kisses I’d come to adore so much. Every time our lips met it was as if everything was still. I knew right then and there I couldn’t fight it anymore. I loved him. I stood up and so did he. I could he was nervous. All I did was bury my head in his chest. He pulled me closer and just held me. I opened the front door. He quietly followed me in. I led him to my room. He closed the door behind and asked me if I was sure. I nodded. He sat on the bed. I looked at him. I loved him so much. He took off this shirt. He had an awesome chest. Toned and sculpted pecs. I ran my warm tongue over his nipples as he began to lay back. He let out a soft moan, which was stopped by my hand over his mouth. He licked my fingers, taking in one at a time. He came up and kissed me. I pushed him back down. I massaged this crotch through his jeans. I could feel his cock harden through the material. He began to moan louder. I reminded him that my mom was in the room across the hall from us and she could wake up at anytime. I think that in some way that added to the excitement. Using my teeth I tugged at his zipped until it was down. I pulled his pants down. He was wearing Scooby Doo boxers, which made me giggle out loud. He looked down at me and shrugged his shoulders. He stood up and grabbed my waist. Then he pushed himself on me. We just lay there kissing and laughing. He rested his hand on my dick. He rubbed it slowly. I was on fire. He made his way down, pulling off my cargos as he went and took it in his mouth. I felt how warm and moist his mouth was. It was all too much and I began to groan. I pushed my way in a little more, grinding my hips. He came back up and kissed me. Some how I felt as if that was the single for my turn. He guided my head down to his cock. I pulled on the boxers until they released his thick, purple mushroom head. I held it for a second. Thinking. And then I ran the tip of my tongue over the tip of his head. I felt his little spasms. I ran my tongue under his cock. Paying attention to every little detail. I felt drops of pre-cum fill my mouth. It was a taste like no other. Salty and sweet. It was thick. It was like eating Jell-O but not quite. I guess he must’ve seen my face because he motioned for me to stand up. We kissed. He asked if I was really, really sure. I said yes. He lay on the bed. His dick standing straight up. It was scary. “THAT”, was going in me? He told me to relax. It wouldn’t hurt if I did it slowly. He told to lie on my back. He carefully hovered over me. I felt the head of his dick push it’s way in. I wanted to scream. Instead tears just ran down the sides of my cheeks. He took noticed and stopped. “You ok”, he asked worried? “Uhuh”, I answered. He kissed my cheek and glided his dick back into me. He pushed a little harder. “Relax babe. I can’t do this if you’re relaxed”, he whispered. I buried my head on the sheets and braced. Suddenly, the pain was gone. It was filled with sheer ecstacy. He pumped in slowly at first then harder. With his other hand he jacked my pulsing dick. It was great. I loved it. I loved him. The rest of the night was filled with explosive orgasms. We held each other. I knew I had finally found the “one”.