Gay Erotic Stories

My girlfriend, Kara, and our friends, Bobby and Julia, had developed a good sexual relationship with each other over a few months when, one night over dinner at our place, we started talking about a new idea Julia had heard about. Actually, I don't know how "new" it really was, but apparently a lot of people were starting to "discover" it and it was really enhancing peoples' sex lives. Julia explained: "Each one of us, one night a month, will get their own night – their "once-a-month" night – in which the others will perform sexually whatever that person wants." "Within reason, of course," she added as an afterthought. Kara laughed at that. I put my hand over her mouth before she could make a smart-ass remark. I got teeth-marks on my palm as a thank-you. "So one night a month," said Kara, "whoever’s night it is, she or he can tell the others what she or he wants? That sounds like a pretty good idea. Now, would this be in addition to when we usually fuck each other anyway?" "Absolutely," replied Julia, "it's not intended to replace any of our normal romps and swaps or whatever; it's in addition to." The conversation became more intoxicating as the night wore on, with us tossing out ideas and setting up dates on our calendars. It turned out that I would go last. The idea was working out really well; it seemed to make all our other sexual activities a little more intense. Bobby was first – he chose to be alone with Kara in a skimpy little French maid's outfit. Both of them, that is. Make-up and everything. Bobby has a pretty face, like a girl's, and is shapely enough that a corset with the costume gave him all the right curves. Julia and I spent the night together that night. Next, about a week later, it was Kara's turn – she chose to watch Julia get fucked by both Bobby and me while she masturbated with her favorite vibrator. It was hard for Bobby and me not to go after each other that night, but Kara specified she wanted to keep it heterosexual – she wanted it to be like watching the first porno she ever saw, but live in front of her. Kara really went all-out on the atmosphere and set things up that we each chose to do a lot of times later on – candles and oils, and whatnot. Bobby and I took turns fucking and getting sucked by Julia, and ended up doing her together in lots of different positions, all at Kara's command. Julia's turn was a few days after Kara's – she chose to be just with me that night. We did a lot of mutual masturbation and oral sex, with honey, chocolate syrup, and lime Jell-O (of all things!) added to taste. It was very erotic to be alone with a person and let yourself be under their control. Then it was my turn. I had been giving a lot of thought to what I wanted, and wrote down lots of ideas for the months ahead, but the night with Julia had definitely put me in the mood for something in particular. I have to explain something first: whenever Bobby and I engage in any sex, I tend to be submissive to him – not in a way where he's the "man" and I'm the "woman," it's just that what he does to me really sends me over the edge sometimes. So on my night, I chose to be just with him, to make him do things, all the things I want, to keep me over the edge. Kind of ironic, isn't it? – to "command" someone to make me lose control. One night when we were lying together after some intense sex, I discussed with him what I wanted him to do to me. We talked about it, he asked me questions to make sure he understood, and even offered suggestions, which I took him up on. So, on my night, we were ready. Kara and Julia went out on the town that evening, and would be spending the night at Bobby and Julia's house. Bobby and I got to my house at 6 PM. He went and showered in the guest room, and I went in my room. I set a time, 8 PM, for him to come ready into my room. First I set out candles in the bath and near the bed; I wanted their intoxicating scents to fill the room by the time Bobby came. I also wanted them to have a lot of hot, melted wax. I showered for a long time, masturbating myself to hardness, then relaxing. I soaped myself thoroughly, lazily enjoying the luxury of the pouring water. Then I filled the Jacuzzi and sat down. The lights were all out in the bedroom and bath. Just candles. I massaged myself with the water jets, bringing myself to hardness again. I used bath oils like Kara had shown me to. Shortly before 8, I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, looking at myself in the candlelight. I ran my hands up and down my smooth, soft body. I was still semi-hard. My penis is only 5 ½ inches when hard, but I've gotten no complaints. I stroked it now, gently, making it rise. I put on the silk, leopard-print rode that Kara had bought me from Frederick's, tied it closed around me, and walked into the bedroom. Everything was in place: the candles with their creamy pools of wax, the Grand Marnier and glasses, soft jazz, the body and massage oils, the bed. The bed. Even with as many times as I've had sex, I still get a shiver through my body when I see the place where I'm going to have sex. This is where it was going to happen. Just then, his timing couldn't have been more perfect; Bobby tapped on the door. I asked him to come in. He, too, was wearing a silk robe tied around his waist. Our gaze locked and he came up to me and put his arms around my waist, I put mine around his. We kissed. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Oh, yes," I whispered. He untied my robe and took it off me, revealing my naked body to him. We began to kiss deeply, with our tongues exploring each other's mouths. He kissed my neck, my chest, and then worked his way down my stomach until he was kneeling in front of my cock. He pressed his face against it, licking it slowly, licking down to my balls, taking each gently into his mouth. Then, with pixie kisses, lightly worked his way up to the tip. "Take it," I said, "take it into your mouth." He did. His saliva coated my shaft, and he worked his mouth up and down, stroking me at the same time. I ran my fingers through his short, red, boyish hair. My blood pounded. Not yet. Not yet. I put my hands on his shoulders. He stood up and we moved to the bed. I pulled the covers back, revealing silk sheets. I lay face down, sprawled. Bobby took some of the oil and poured it on my back, then he rubbed some of it into his hands. He proceeded to work the oils into my back, into my arms, and down my ass and legs. Then he started to massage me. He was very good, and took it very slow and methodically. He took each leg, one at a time. I was moaning before he was up to my knees. The rest of the massage is a blur. By the time he gripped and kneaded my ass, I was far gone. All the time, my hard cock rubbed against the silk of the bed. Then, he took some more oils on his fingers, and massaged the crack of my ass. Slowly, he worked one, then two fingers into me. I squirmed a little bit, savoring the squishy feel of the oils in me. He toweled his hands and then straddled me, to continue with my back. The only thing I can say is that it is pure ecstasy to feel a man's grip on your body, stroking it, caressing it, and massaging it. After he did my shoulders and arms, I turned over. He dripped new oils on my chest, and rubbed them into me. When he was done, we sat up against the pillows. I reached over and poured us two generous Grand Marniers. We cuddled in each other's arms, gazing into one another's eyes. Smiles escaped our lips as we drank. I kissed him on the cheek, just a quick peck, and looked back into his eyes and thanked him. He leaned in and kissed me – hard. We finished off our drinks and went back to kissing each other. We ran our hands up and down one another's bodies, stroking our cocks, and pressing ourselves closer to one another. I looked deeply into his eyes. "I'm ready," I said, untying his robe and exposing his hardness. I turned to face the other way and he put one arm around me. With the other, he guided his cock into my ass. He started slowly, leaving just his head in to let me get used to it, before pushing in the rest of the way. He proceeded to fuck my ass slowly, very slowly, while I wiggled around to keep that squishy feeling. He grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly while licking my neck and ear. I turned my neck and put my hand around the back of his head to bring his lips to mine. We shared a long, long lingering kiss for the rest of the time that he fucked me in that position. His hand was bringing me close. Not yet. I broke the kiss and asked him to lie back on the bed. I grabbed my robe and put it back on. I like being naked, but I also like feeling silk against my skin. After all, it was my night. I mounted him and together we guided his cock back into my ass. I slowly rocked back and forth, throwing my head back and moaning in pleasure. His hands were all over my body – my chest, my sides, my legs and hips. He didn't touch my cock, but it didn't matter, I was getting close. I thought about slowing down, but I couldn't. But I wasn't ready yet. Not yet. I leaned back down upon him and gave him a hard kiss, then put my hands on his shoulders, pulling him toward me. I leaned back as he sat up. This maneuvering was a little tricky with his cock in my ass, but we managed it: he brought his legs under me Indian-style, and I wrapped my legs around him, locking them behind him. I rocked faster now, and he started thrusting with me. My cock rubbed against his bare stomach. His mouth went after my nipples and my neck. I was close to coming. This was it. "Okay," I moaned, "okay, I'm ready. I'm ready now." There was a little more tricky maneuvering which I let him handle: he picked me up, brought his legs out from under me, and laid me on my back. My position was perfect: my legs were still locked around him, and my head lay back off the edge of the bed. He started grinding himself into me hard. "Do it do it do it," I cried loudly in time with his pounding, completely giving myself over to pleasure. I moaned and cried incoherently. I could feel the cum welling up within me. I couldn't hold it any more. Now. With a groan, Bobby came hard in my ass, pumping load after load into me. My cock jerked hard, I had no control over it – gooey spurt after gooey spurt erupted from me, dropping down on my chest and neck. I lay back, helpless. Bobby bent his head and kissed me. Then he lapped up my cum and shared it with me in a long messy kiss. I thanked him in between breaths. I thanked him again and again. After showering together, we lay back against the pillows again, in each other’s arms, sipping Grand Marnier. It was only midnight, my night was only half over, but some slow kissing and hot candle wax here and there would get us ready for more. I wasn't through with Bobby yet.