Gay Erotic Stories

I cannot believe I am telling this story. It happened the summer of 1991. I was working at a fast food place my first year of college. I had been there for several months when this new kid started. I had never thought of myself as gay but when I saw this guy I was in love. He was of Lebanese descent. He had the most beautiful, almond shaped dark eyes. His hair was this dark blond color that contrasted his perfect olive skin. He had the body of an all-around athlete; lean but muscular. He and I became fast friends. We began to hangout everyday. It was obvious he was anything but gay: he was quite the horn dog and thought about nothing but getting laid. We would often sit in my car in front of his house and drink beer. One night he was different. He got out of the car to piss; he stood facing forward so that I had a clear view of his cock. It was perfect! Not huge, but it was full. It was everything it should have been without being too much: the perfect olive color; one nice vein down the top leading to a perfect mushroom head. He finished, zipped up and got back in the car. Needless to say I had a boner after seeing this. We continued to drink and after a while he was pretty drunk. He got out to piss again and did the same thing; however, when he was done instead of zipping up he left his cock hanging out and got back into the car. I didn't know what to think. I had jerked off so many times thinking about this guy and here he was sitting in my car with his cock hanging out. I found the courage to act. I got out of the car took a leak and got back in with my dick out. We joked about whose was bigger, and to tell you the truth I don't remember. Then he reached and touched my cock briefly as if to inspect it. So I returned the inspection of his. By this time we were both hard as a rock and he informed me that his cock hurt. I don't know what I was thinking, but I leaned over and kissed his dick as if to make it feel better. He said he needed more help. With that I forgot all inhibition and leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. Words cannot explain the happiness I felt. My head moved up and down his shaft in shear delight. I remember there was such a smoothness to his dick it begged to be sucked. I remember his hand on my head not forcing me but guiding me to pleasure him. When he let loose his load in my mouth it was so sweet tasting I swallowed every drop. When I was done he zipped up, got out and said good night. We remained friends for many years after this but never spoke of it. It haunts me to this day. I have never had an experience with any other man. But if he knocked on my door right now I would fall to my knees and indulge myself.