Gay Erotic Stories

I was just 18 and I went to visit my older brother at college. Chip (yes, his name is Chip) invited me down for a long weekend to check out his college and fraternity. He was really big on the experience and wanted me to take part. I was really excited to go, because I loved hanging out with my older brother, plus I knew that the frat dudes partied like crazy (not to mention, they were cute!) I arrived on Thursday afternoon, and was picked up by David, one of Chip's fraternity brothers (everyone is a "bro"). David was really funny and a nice guy, but kind of a smart ass. He took me to lunch and drove me around campus while my brother was in class. We met my brother coming out of his last class of the day and we went back to the frat house. Thursday was their championship softball game, so they were getting ready for the victory party. The guys were pretty charged up and I felt so excited just being there. Everyone treated me like I was their best friend. They kept asking me if I was going to apply to Davis and if I was going to pledge, etc. It was such a great environment. As I was loading a keg into a tub, I heard this booming scratched up voice calling for my brother. It was Mike, the frat president and the most gorgeous guy I'd ever seen. He stood 6'5" with dark, curly hair that seemed just a little too long and not combed (which made him cuter). Mike played football for the school and had these broad shoulders, amazing arms and HUGE hands. His back formed a V into his small waist--he was god-like. They lost the game, but the guys partied like they won. My brother was social chairman, so he wasn't able to stay by me to "protect" me. I was getting pretty hammered when Mike came up and started giving me glasses of water. I told him I was okay, but he kept insisting I drink them. He told me my brother had a big weekend planned and he didn't want me ruining it by having a hangover all weekend. The next morning, I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom (with a minor hangover) and several guys were taking showers, some shaving... My brother left for class and told me just to hang out, he'd see me later. I felt so part of the group; so accepted. Then David started giving me grief. He started teasing me about my abundance of chest hair and was being an asshole. Some guys told him to shut up, others laughed. But then he yanked my towel off. I had a slight bone and he started commenting on it. I thought I was going to die! I started thinking "They all know I'm a fag!" Just then Mike walked in, naked with a towel over his shoulder. He grabbed David, pushed him against a wall, and yanked off David's towel. Mike grabbed David by the throat and said, "Don't get a bone, FAG!" David was pushing Mike's hand away and David's dick started rising. Everyone started laughing at him. Mike whispered something in David's ear and David looked at me and apologized. Mike let go of David and David walked to the shower. Mike grabbed my shoulder and told me to move it out of there. As we walked down the hall I tried apologizing but he said nothing. At the time, I was barely 6' tall so he just seemed to loom behind me, I thought I was in trouble. We got to Mike's room and he closed the door and started laughing. I couldn't tell if he was laughing at me or not and I started getting mad. So mad I thought I was going to cry, but I didn't want to cry because he'd think I was a fag. The harder I tried not to cry the closer I got. Mike stopped laughing and asked if I was okay. I nodded, I couldn't speak. He pulled me close and that's when I started to cry. I felt like such a wuss. Mike told me not to worry about David, that he was just a jerk who got off on humiliating people. He said that David was actually a good guy, just immature. I just stood there with my face in his hairy chest and breathed deeply. I could smell the sweat from his morning run and it was turning me on. I was starting to get a bone, but I didn't want to pull away, because he'd see. But if I didn't pull away, I'd get a complete hard on... I was beginning to panic inside. Mike told me that David does that to a lot of guys so people don't think he's gay. He rubbed my back and said, "You want to know what I whispered in his ear? I told him that if he didn't apologize, I'd tug on his balls that he'd shoot off in front of everyone and they'd think he's a huge fag." "Weren't you worried they'd think you're gay?" I asked, still firmly in his chest. He pushed me slightly away and said, "look at me." I looked up into that beautiful face and that tall strong body and smiled. He smiled back at me, "Do you think anyone of these guys would dare to call me a fag?" We laughed. He then looked at me and asked me if I had told my brother yet about me liking guys. I stood there completely mortified! Mike smiled and pulled me close again, "Hey, I can spot a compatriot a mile away..." It took a minute for this to register. When I realized what he said, I looked up at him and he laughed. He then bent his head down and kissed me. My dick went completely stiff! I was making out with a 21 year old gorgeous football player! I was in heaven. We walked to Mike's bed and he sat me down on it. Mike knelt in front of me and began to lick my dick, which was hard against my stomach. He pulled it away and took it in his mouth. I couldn't believe the sensation. Alan and I had fooled around a lot, but this guy was a MASTER! He took it all in and it was pure heaven. I lasted about a minute before I came. I collapsed back on the bed, but he didn't stop. The sensations were incredible! My dick seemed more alive than I could imagine! I lasted a lot longer, moaning and groaning. Mike didn't have to ask me what I liked, he heard a moan and he'd do that some more. Finally, after a long slow blow job, I blew my load in his mouth. I laid back and sighed. "That was the best fucking blow job I've ever had," I said, more of a statement to the world, than directed to Mike. He got up and started crawling over me, kissing his way up, my stomach, my chest, and we made out for a minute. I could still taste my cum in his mouth. He continued forward, his body moving over me, and there it was: The biggest thickets dick I'd ever seen, with two huge hairy balls tightly bound at the base. Mike was dripping big time. Webs of pre-cum streamed from the giant head. I leaned forward and licked at it. He dropped his hips and his dick found it's way into my mouth. I could barely get half in my mouth before I started gagging. He gently began to fuck my mouth. I put my hand at the base of his dick and pumped as I sucked. All told, I spent almost an hour blowing him. We tried different positions and truly enjoyed ourselves. When he blew his load, it was like a gusher! I tried to swallow it all, but there was so much! It spilled out onto his stomach and dick. After licking it up, I laid on top of him, just enjoying the expanse of his chest. We talked about all sorts of things, when he first started having sex with guys, girls, etc. As we lay there, his left hand was caressing my ass. Lightly going back and forth, occasionally letting his fingers run along my hole. We continued talking and I felt his thick middle finger start to play with my hole. I looked at him with what must have been a look of terror, for he pulled me forward, kissed me lightly and told me it would be okay, I put my head down on his shoulder and we lay there as he kept playing with my ass. He asked me if I'd been fucked before, and I gulped "no." Mike laughed and told me I was getting quite an education this weekend. He reached into his nightstand and got out some lube and told me to turn around. I was still spread out along his incredible body and I put my head down on his stomach, with my ass practically in his face. He really explored my hole, I thought I was going to cum with his fingers stretching and teasing my hole. Laying me on my back, he pushed my legs back and looked into my eyes. "Let me know if this is too much," he said. I looked at his huge throbbing cock and said, "I think it's too much." He laughed again. "I meant when I'm fucking you." The second the head of his dick touched my asshole, I knew I'd never be the same. I wanted it more than anything else in the world and I knew at that moment that I wasn't bisexual or experimenting, but I was gay. The son of a bitch hurt like hell! I couldn't breathe! He kept asking me how I was doing, but the look of utter ecstasy on his face prevented me from telling him the truth. After about ten minutes of slowly fucking, I began to relax and enjoy it. That's when he really started fucking me. He pounded back and forth for a good ten minutes. Then we tried it with me on all fours. Then we tried on our sides. And finally with me on top. I sat and rocked on that dick for a solid 20 minutes (I checked the clock). As he got close, he pulled me off, put me on my back again and pounded the hell out of my ass. Grabbing me by the ankles (which were now right by my ears) he banged and grunted his way to an intense climax. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of me. He kissed me gently and closed his eyes. Within seconds, he was asleep. I found it incredibly erotic that this incredible hulk of a hunk was lying on top of me. I thought about all we had done and the rest of the weekend ahead. I was so turned on, that I shot off without even touching it. It didn't hurt that my dick was sandwiched between his hairy stomach and mine. Ten minutes later, I'd had enough of him on top of me (I couldn't breathe) and got out. As I started to leave, he woke up, grabbed me and pulled me close. We lay next to each other, spooning. After another 15 minutes of rest, we took a shower. Everyone had left for classes and Mike only had one late class on Fridays. After showering and dressing, we stood in the hallway making out, I thought we were SO in love at that moment. Friday, there was another party and I stayed pretty sober. Mike and I got together at about 2:00 AM in his room and fucked until 6:00 AM. We really went at it. He showed me every position he could think of-until that time, I had no idea you could fuck while standing! We got up at 11:00, as everyone else was getting up, we had breakfast and the whole time I wanted to tell everyone, including my brother what we had done the night before. At one point my brother asked where I was the night before and everyone started razzing me. I pointed to David and said, "Ask him!" The whole place erupted in laughter... including David. Mike told my brother that I slept on the floor in his room, "The kid must have gotten tired, and I didn't feel like waking him." No one questioned Mike. All sorts of stuff was happening on Saturday, naturally culminating in a party. At about 1:00 I started searching for Mike. I couldn't find him anywhere. Finally, I went to his room and opened the door. There on the bed was Mike and a girl. I just stood there. Mike was in a full muff dive, when the girl called his attention to me. He looked over and said, "Do you mind, kid? I'm busy with my girlfriend." I was crushed. Where the hell did his 'girlfriend' come from? I thought he loved me; I loved him. It wasn't until years later that I found out what love was, but I appreciate the lessons he taught me. David saw me crying in the hall and took me to his room. We talked for a while and he told me that Mike did that a lot. David felt Mike was still dealing with the whole gay issue and wasn't comfortable with it. I asked him if he was comfortable and David shrugged. I kissed him on the cheek and said thanks. We did not fool around that night, but talked all night long. He and Mike were roommates their freshman year and they were together a lot that first semester. I left early the next morning, and didn't see Mike again until he and my brother Graduated the next year. He was polite, but never brought up the weekend. David and I never fooled around but have become incredibly close friends. We travel together, see each other when we're in each other's respective cities, etc. He got married to a man last year and I flew back for the wedding as his best man. (His partner is an architect, too and loves David immensely). Mike got married out of college and got divorced just before his 25th birthday. He got married again, and divorced two years later. I saw him last June at the Gay Pride parade in San Francisco with his boyfriend. He finally came out after his 3rd marriage failed. We talked a bit and he brought up that weekend, I thanked him for the most educational weekend. My brother Chip called me a week later saying that Mike, whom he hadn't spoken to in years, had called him "to catch up" but spent the entire time asking about me. My brother started asking how Mike and I knew each other. I guess my brother forgot about that weekend. I decided just to let it go. Then my brother said Mike asked if he could give him my number...