Gay Erotic Stories

When I was 28, I was living alone in a small fishing town north of Boston, having just moved there for a new job. I found the cost of living to be higher than I had expected so decided I would try to find someone to share my 2-bedroom apartment. In the back of my mind I was hoping that some hot guy might take the room and had all kinds of fantasies about who might answer the ad. I knew I was bi, as I had messed around with many of my friends at a very young age, but it had been years since I had any fun with another guy. I was currently engaged but my fiancée lived back in New York State. I got several calls on the apartment and a few lookers but they were all older guys who seemed to be down on their luck and I wasn’t interested in sharing my home with anyone who wouldn’t be able to pay their share. I was a good-looking guy with my shit together and I was hoping for someone similar to me. I had just about given up when I got a call from a guy who said that he was in need of a place right away because he and his girlfriend had just broken up and he had to move out; he needed the place that night! I talked with him a little more on the phone to find out what I could before telling him where the place was located. He was a commercial fisherman, 22 years old and had been involved with his girlfriend for several years. They had recently had a child together and since then they had not been getting along very well. After I was convinced he wasn’t a serial killer, I gave him directions to the place and told him he could come right over. I have always been attracted to blue-collar guys so the thought of living with a hot young fisherman was quite a turn-on for me. I knew it was only a fantasy but it was exciting nonetheless. About 20 minutes after hanging up the phone there was a knock at the door. When I opened the door I just about died: There stood this blonde god. He was about 6', 170 lbs and built like a guy who worked out on a regular basis. He said his name was Mike and that he hoped we could work something out because he really needed a place to stay. I invited him in and he checked out the place. He said he would love to move in that night if I was okay with it. I told him sure, he could stay the night, and if he could come up with the money by the next evening he would be welcome to move in. With that we shook hands and he ran back down to his car to bring up a bag of his belongings. After he got settled into the room that would be his, he came out and told me that he was going out for a while and asked if I wanted to go have a drink with him. I declined; I was a student at the time and had a large presentation due the next day. He said, “Okay then, I’ll catch you later,” and walked out the door after I gave him a key to the place. After he left I began to work on my presentation but my mind kept pulling me back to thoughts of this hunk that would be spending at least the night under my roof. I was very closeted so I knew I wouldn’t act on my feelings and I was sure he was as straight as they come but my mind just wouldn’t let go. A few hours later I had finished working for the night and decided to watch some TV. I had just sat down when I heard the front door opening and the next thing I knew my new roommate was walking into the living room. He seemed to be pretty buzzed and he had a cut on his face. I asked him what had happened and he said he had been in a fight. I told him to go into the bathroom and get cleaned up and I would open us some beers. After about 5 minutes he came back into the room wearing just a pair of bright red briefs. No shirt, no shoes and no pants! I was a bit taken aback, but he said he was hot and hoped I didn’t mind if he walked around in his underwear. I told him it was fine by me. At this time I was sitting on the end of the couch watching TV and really trying not to get caught looking at his package. To my surprise he came and sat on the couch also. I was beginning to wonder what this guy had in mind. Either he was totally oblivious or he was playing with me. As he sat down he started to tell me about the fight he had been in. He said he was in a fisherman’s bar when a guy that was known to be gay came in and the other guys in the place started giving the guy a hard time. He said he never liked to see anyone picked on so he stuck up for the guy and ended up getting in the fight. He said it was 3 guys against him and that they ended up getting the worst of it. I could believe it. As he was talking to me I couldn’t help but notice the massive muscles in his chest and arms. As he was talking, he asked if I minded if he lay back and relaxed. I wasn’t sure what he meant but I told him to make himself comfortable. With that he laid down on the couch leaving one foot on the floor and putting the other up on the back of the couch behind where I was sitting. Oh MY GOD!! His crotch was just inches from where my hand rested on the couch. I dared a look down at his basket and it was obvious that his chest muscles weren’t the only things big on him. It looked as if he had a cucumber stuffed into his little red briefs. I didn’t know what to say or do. I was sure this guy was all straight but he was sure sending me some mixed signals. As we continued to talk he slowly got back to the gay guy in the bar that he had defended. He said the guy was a friend of his and he wasn’t going to let anyone give him a hard time just because he liked to suck dick every now and then. I finally got up the courage to ask him if he had ever let the guy suck him off and he said, “Shit yeah. Nothing like a good blowjob and guys seem to do a better job of it than any woman I’ve ever known.” At the same time he started rubbing his dick through his briefs. My heart was racing and my mouth was watering: might I actually get a taste of this guy?? He then seemed to doze off for a while but I guess he was just resting his eyes because the next thing I know he has a full-blown hard-on and he says, “I sure wish that guy was here right now, ‘cause I could sure use a nice hot mouth on my cock.” I didn’t respond; I was scared to death. I still wasn’t sure about him, as we had just met a few hours earlier. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. When I didn’t say anything he opened his eyes and looked over at me, the whole time still rubbing his huge cock through the fabric of his underwear. I could see spots of pre-cum forming on the surface of the fabric. He noticed that I was looking at his erection and asked if there was any chance I would suck him off while at the same time taking his foot off the floor and resting it in my lap. I just looked him in the eye and said, “Sure, I’d love to suck your dick.” And I did! He had the largest cock I’d ever seen in my life. It was about 10" when fully erect and about twice as fat as mine. I have a decent sized package myself but his made mine look small in comparison. I leaned over from where I was sitting on the couch and slowly started rubbing his dick. He just let out a soft moan and closed his eyes. It was the first of many times he and I would mess around. A few times he also blew me, but mostly he just wanted me to suck on his big fat cock, which is perfectly okay with me! Ithny43@hotmail.com