Gay Erotic Stories

A true story of what happened between my best friend, Brian, and I on the fourth of July. This is a continuation of the relationship between us. I live on a lake and on the fourth our neighbors always have a competition to see who can put on the best fireworks show. They always buy a lot of fireworks, and the neighborhood always watches. I asked if I could have someone over to watch the fireworks with. I called Brian and he said he could. There is a big joke between my parents that I like to drink hard lemonade, so broke out the hard lemonade and we each grabbed a bottle. We went outside and started to watch the fireworks. Brian and I were starting to get loopy from the alcohol in the lemonade, so we started acting hyper. I tied my shirt and asked him if I looked like a cheerleader as a joke. He rubbed my chest and said “Oh, not bad.” He said it jokingly, but we had done things before. I was intrigued and left it in the back of my mind. Then I asked Brian if he wanted to sleep over, because the fireworks would probably get over late anyway. He said it was fine, so we ran back to the fireworks and saw the grand finale, where some people row a boat loaded with fireworks and leave it in the middle of the lake and they all go off at once. After that, the fireworks were basically over, so we grabbed another drink and hung out in my basement. We started watching TV, and eventually settled on the cheap midnight shows. I was waiting for my parents to go to sleep, and I think he was, too. We finished our drinks but Brian said his stomach was starting to hurt, so we got some water and went in the basement. We started talking about jacking off like we always did, and started getting hard. We usually went to opposite sides of the room with chairs between us and jerk off, but I didn’t want that. So I said, “You know how we always put chairs between us and jerk off? This is a random thought, but I think it’s kind of stupid to have to set everything up so we can’t see each other. I mean, we know what we are doing, it just seems excessive to have to separate ourselves.” “Yeah, I guess,” he said. “Well, I don’t want to force anything on you, I was just trying to say that it’s weird to go to such lengths to separate ourselves.” “I know,” was all he said. There were many awkward pauses, when I wished I had the guts to just get up and lie down on him, but I was afraid of losing my best friend. Then he said, “We are both thinking things, but we are wanting different things to happen.” “Well, say that you wanted to kiss, I would be game. And if you didn’t, fine by me. I really don’t care what we do, I like the closeness of it all,” I said. He said, “Well, let’s just masturbate. It’s getting awkward.” I felt I was not going the right way, so I didn’t answer and said, “I feel kind of bad, ‘cause I am fine with being gay or bi or whatever, but you might not be. I don’t want to push stuff on you, make you feel uncomfortable.” “Well, do you want to try kissing?” he said. “Yeah, sure,” I said. I turned off a few lights to keep my parents thinking we were sleeping, and he sat down on a couch and I sat down next to him. We were both shaking with excitement and anticipation. “Let’s close our eyes and try it, if it feels bad, we can stop,” he said. “Ok, let’s try it,” I said. He closed his eyes and I closed mine. I leaned forward, but nothing was there. I opened my eyes and he was right there, he had just opened his eyes. We leaned back. We were shaking the whole time and chuckled nervously. Then we tried again. He didn’t really move, and I made a loud kissing noise. I had kissed a guy for the first time. He said, “wow, I thought it would have been bad. I guess I was wrong.” He leaned forward again and we kissed at the same time. This time when we pulled away I could feel a small drop of spit on my lips. I was so horny. Then he said, “Let’s use tongues.” “Sounds good to me,” I said. Now I was getting into it, and leaned forward with my tongue. We kissed once, and then had our tongues bumping. He pulled away, so I did too. “Wow, that was actually cool,” he said. Before I could respond he leaned forward, so I followed and kissed again. We stayed kissing for a while, and then he stopped. He asked if it would be better if he got on top of me, and demonstrated. I was into it, but got off me. He sat down next to me and kissed me one more time and said that that was all he wanted to do. I said I thought we should keep going, but he didn’t want to, so I let it drop. We masturbated like we usually do, and then he said that he felt bad because it seemed wrong to tease me like that. I said that it was fine, if he didn’t want to it was cool. I also said not to worry about me, I was going to be ready for whatever he wanted. Only if he was willing. He said he needed some time to think about it, and I said it was fine. He seemed like he wanted to do some more and he liked kissing, so expect a part 3 soon. There should be more. Comments or thoughts can go to david_jordison@yahoo.com