Gay Erotic Stories

Pat and I have been neighbors and best friends since we were 5 years old. We did everything together, or so I thought. When we were teenagers, I always stopped for Pat on my way to school. He lived with his mom in a small ranch house. Inevitably, Pat was always late and running around the house getting dressed. Almost every day as I waited in the living room, he would come out of the bathroom in his underwear and pass by me to get his clothes from the laundry room. I couldn’t help but notice that his cock was always pushing hard against his white briefs. I figured he must have had a huge cock, or more likely, he was stroking it before school and hadn’t yet lost his erection when he left the bathroom. I never said anything because I didn’t want Pat to know I was looking. I always had a crush on Pat. He was tall and athletic, much more so than I was. Although he was thin, he was deceptively strong. As I sat in his house each day, I watched his graceful body move from one room to the other. The muscles in his upper arms, shoulders and back mesmerized me as I watched him dress. I tried to sneak glances because I didn’t think Pat would appreciate my attention. He was attracted to girls and had pretty much anyone he wanted. So, for years, I kept my thoughts to myself. When we were getting ready for the senior prom, Pat and I were double dating with two girls from the neighborhood. We decided to get dressed and leave from Pat’s house. I was in another room dressing when Pat called out that he needed a hand. He was having trouble getting the buttonhole studs in the buttonholes of the tuxedo shirt. When I came into his room, Pat was in front of the mirror, wearing only the unbuttoned shirt and his underwear. I was dressed the same. I stood between Pat and the mirror, facing Pat. Because of his height, my eyes were looking directly at his chest and shoulders. I could see beads of water from his shower still glistening on his perfectly formed chest. I tried to concentrate on the buttons, only to be awed by his flat and rippled stomach. I embarrassingly started to feel my own prick rise, and I hoped Pat didn’t notice. However, as I fumbled with the buttons, Pat’s hand suddenly grabbed my crotch. I looked up sharply, and he was smiling. He said, “Jack, I know you’ve gotten a hard-on every day for the last three years as you watched me dressed. If it bothered me, I would’ve kicked your ass three years ago. How about we give you what you want?” With that, he began slowly caressing my cock and balls, soon slipping his hands into my underwear. He slipped his shoulders down and let his shirt fall to the floor. I rubbed my hands over his chest and arms, feeling his muscles move as he continued to stroke me. My dick was throbbing with excitement as my breathing became more rapid. I began to kiss his chest, and I thought I was soon explode. He backed me up so that my ass rested against the bureau. He reached down to let his underwear slip to the floor. His cock sprang up and pushed into my stomach. It was huge. It had to be at least 9 inches fully erect and much thicker than my own. Pat laughed at my reaction, “That’s why I have trouble keeping it my pants.” I reached down to grab it and felt it pulsing under my touch. We began to jerk each other off as I continued to kiss his chest and move down to his rock hard abs. Pat pulled his hand back from my cock and said, “I don’t want you losing your load too soon.” He gently pushed my head down toward his own crotch. I think he enjoyed watching himself in the mirror as I began to flick my tongue around his prick. His breathing got heavy, and I watched with excitement as his chest rose and fell and his stomach muscles contracted and relaxed. Every muscle in him seemed to tense as I slowly took him into my mouth. I heard him groan softly as my tongue licked the underside of his dick. I sensed that he was soon to cum, but he pulled away before that happen. Instead, he grabbed me under the arms and hoisted me to my feet. He turned me around to face the mirror and bent me over the bureau. We watched each other’s faces as he started to slide himself into my ass. My cock throbbed as I looked into that handsome face and watched his muscles pulse with action. Pat reached around and began stroking me as he pumped my ass with vigorous thrusts. Just as I began to blow my load on the bureau, Pat’s cock exploded with furious shots of cum. Expended, I slumped down onto the bureau, but Pat reached in and pulled me up against him. He spread the cum that was on his hands across my chest and stomach. He began kissing my neck and shoulders. Soon enough, my cock started to rise again, and I felt his pressing hard against my ass. He turned me around once more and guided me to the bed. He straddled my torso and began licking the cum from my chest. He took some of the cum and rubbed it over my throbbing cock. He then sat straight up and began lowering himself on my 6 inch dick. He began to move up and down quickly as I bucked underneath. His own cock demanded attention, and I grabbed it hard and stroked it. I began to shot loads into Pat’s ass while I continued to jerk him off. When I was done, he stood up and pushed my legs straight into the air. He rammed his cock into my waiting ass and soon shot another load into my already dripping ass. He fell into the bed right next to me and said, “Next time, come over a little earlier for school.” We went to the prom that night. I know Pat, being the stud that he was, had a long night of sex with his girl. Mine wondered why I just didn’t seem interested in her.