Gay Erotic Stories

I had dated women and fucked quite a few. Even though I would never be confused for a GQ model, women had always found me handsome. I never had any real problem getting attention from women. However, it was the wrong kind of attention. Since I could remember, I had always yearned for the attention of men. Most of my sexual fantasies consisted of men and the “nasty” things that we could do to each other. But acting out on these impulses was quite difficult for me. I grew up in a very rigid heterosexual community and didn’t want to do anything to “rock the boat.” All through school, I was the prized pupil who could do no wrong. And in college, the “straight-boy” image was only strengthened. As a fraternity president, accomplished drinker, aspiring politician, competitive athlete, and self-professed “player,” there was no room to let the gay boy out. All the praise, admiration, and respect that I had so dutifully worked to gain, would be lost immediately if my secret was discovered. So that’s why I waited until I left school to explore this side of my life and I couldn’t have started soon enough. Throughout college, I worked as a human resource manager for a movie theater. It was my responsibility to do the hiring for the theater. This was how I came to know Ben. Ben was 18 and handsome. Tall with a swimmer’s build and floppy dirty blond hair, he was the epitome of what I thought sexy was. Even though I was 22 (at the time) and he was only 18, there was a unique bond between us. I soon discovered he had a love for porn and masturbation that I could easily relate to. As we sat in my office and talked about our various masturbation techniques and sexual fantasies, I immediately developed a crush on the guy. Over the next year and a half, we grew closer and became the best of friends, with me serving as sort of a big brother and mentor. Even though we were incredibly close, I could never bring myself to tell Ben that I was gay or that I was in love with him. I feared that I would lose a valued friend that I cared deeply for. I wasn’t willing to risk my friendship with him. I had no idea that everything was about to change. Almost two years had passed since we met each other. I didn’t imagine that we would grow so close and I would grow so attached. It was inevitable that Ben would go away to start college. I had mixed feelings about it: I wanted my buddy to experience the joys of college; but I was afraid we’d grow apart. However, Ben unknowingly alleviated my concern. Even though he was experiencing many new thrills, he still made time to call his old friend and hang out with me on his breaks. Much to my delight, the conversations were always ended with a touch of tenderness. Ben would usually write or say, “I wish you were here,” or “I miss you,” which would only make me miss him and want him more. I could hardly wait for his return during the summer. I hoped that at some point, we could find out exactly how much we missed each other. The day started off like any other. I was weighing my options for the day when the phone rang. It was Ben. “What’s up, man? Whatcha’ doin’ today?” “Shit, what do you have in mind,” I replied. “Well if you’re not doing anything, let’s go out and have a few drinks and something to eat.” “Sounds good to me. Give me about 30 minutes to get ready,” I said. “All right. I’ll be over in little bit,” replied Ben. A short time later, Ben arrived. As usual, he was dressed in Abercrombie and Fitch. With his tan hat turned backwards, and dressed in a tight powder blue tee shirt with khaki shorts frayed at the edges, and sporting a pair of blue Reef flip-flops on his feet, Ben looked sexy as hell. As was the case so many times before, I was dressed in a similar outfit; the only difference being was I had on a green Abercrombie tee shirt and brown flip-flops. So after exchanging the usual small talk, we left. For the next few hours, we proceeded to discuss the usual things that guys talk about. We covered many subjects, but the topic of homosexuality didn’t come up. So after spending more than a few hours shooting the shit, it was time to get serious. We decided to split and change clothes, go out, and set the town on fire. An hour later, my dream guy and I met back up. We both looked incredibly sexy and suave. I knew that we would look appealing to most women. What Ben didn’t know was that I hoped I looked appealing to him. As the night went on, we went to several bars and clubs. I was successful in talking to women and getting a few phone numbers, while Ben was having moderate success. Even though we tried (my effort was half-hearted), we didn’t find any chicks to fuck for that night. It was at this time that we both noticed that we were quite drunk, having been drinking for much of the day. Not wanting to sound too anxious, I suggested to Ben that he might want to stay at my place. My roommate was away and I doubted if Ben could make it home on his own. Besides, his folks wouldn’t be too happy with him stumbling in piss-ass drunk at 5:00 in the morning. Much to my delight, he agreed. When we got back to my place, I had to almost carry Ben inside. When I got him to my room, I laid him down on the bed. It was going to be difficult not to attack him and his cock, but I was determined not to. If we were going to fuck around, I wanted both of us to be sober enough to enjoy it. So, I began to strip my good buddy naked. Taking his shirt off and smelling the mixture of Abercrombie cologne and the sweat on his chest, I badly wanted to lean over and lick the sweat off his smooth chest. As I got to his pants, my hands started to tremble slightly. After undoing the button and pulling his shorts down, I got my first surprise of the night: Ben wasn’t wearing any underwear. His pink cock flopped out and landed on his thigh: It looked and smelled so fucking delicious. I wanted nothing more than to nuzzle my face in his pubes or to suck his beautiful, perfectly shaped cockhead. It took every ounce of will power I could muster to cover him with the sheet and go take a shower. My dick was already hard when I helped him in; it was now stiff as a log after seeing him naked. There was no way I could climb into the bed with him without jacking off. As I stripped off my clothes and turned the water on, I couldn’t stop thinking about the naked guy sleeping in my bed. So when I got in the shower, I immediately went for my dick. My dick looked longer and was harder than I think it had ever been; I guess it was because I was so close to living out my greatest fantasy. As I rapidly jacked my cock, my head was filled with images and thoughts of me kissing Ben’s soft lips or sucking his perfectly shaped toes. Visions of me riding him, or pounding his ass with my cock, filled my head. I realized that I not only wanted to have sex with this man, I wanted to make love to him. With all these erotic images dancing in my head, it didn’t take long for me to shoot my wad. Ropes of cum streamed out of my dick and landed on the floor and wall. Even though it was a powerful orgasm, I was still horny and wanted more. But I knew that was all I was going to get for that night. So reluctantly, I slipped on a pair of clean boxers and climbed into bed with my buddy. Falling to sleep was going to be a difficult task. After tossing and turning for a while, I drifted off to sleep. However, a short time later, I woke up. It seems that my drunken buddy Ben had rolled over and wrapped his arms around me. We were lying face to face and I wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss him on the lips. He looked so sexy that I couldn’t resist. So I leaned in and kissed him, not once, but twice. I realized though, that I better stop. It would be difficult to explain why I was kissing him if he were to wake up. Eventually, I fell back to sleep. We both woke up around the same time. Looking over at me and then down at the massive lump in my shorts, Ben smiled and said, “Looks like someone has some morning wood.” He then reached down and squeezed my cock and laughed. I playfully slapped him on the chest and said, “Leave that alone. I don’t think you’re old enough to play with that.” Much to my displeasure, he just laughed, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom. After using the bathroom, he climbed back into bed. Lying there, he started to talk. “Kev, you’ve always kind of been like my big brother. You give me advice and always encourage me. When I went away to school, I wanted to score with a lot of chicks, but for some strange reason, I can’t seem to close the deal.” “Ahh, don’t worry about it. Like I told you before, take your time. It’s all about confidence and talking the right shit at the right time,” I told him. “Yeah, I know. But I’m starting to get frustrated. I need to fuck, man.” “So what are you gonna do? Fuck me?” Ben just started smiling. A while later he spoke. “Kev, I know you’re a pretty liberal guy and you’ve done a lot of shit. You ever…?” “Ever what?” I inquired. “Just tell me. You know I’m not going to make fun of you…well maybe a little bit. But whatever it is, you know I’ll tell you the truth.” “Well,” he said, “it’s kind of weird.” Hoping that he was hinting around what I thought he was I said, “Oh, fuck it. Just say what it is.” “You ever think about what it would be like to fuck around with another guy?” Not wanting to show my enthusiasm too soon, I replied with a simple response. “On occasion I have. I think it’s normal for guys our age to wonder.” I then asked him if he ever wondered. “Yeah, a few times.” Smiling slightly, but still looking a little apprehensive, he asked, “You ever act on those thoughts? ” I told him, “No. But that’s not to say if the right situation came along, I wouldn’t. You know me; I’ll try damn near anything as long as it doesn’t kill me. You ever want to act out on your thoughts?” “Maybe. But it would have to be someone I could trust.” It was at this moment that I noticed there was a prominent lump beginning to form in Ben’s crotch. Seeing this, I decided to tell my buddy the truth. “Ben, there is something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but I think I can better show you.” With that, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Ben was a bit tentative at first, but he quickly warmed to the situation. We were soon kissing each other very passionately. As our tongues dueled inside our mouths, I reached down and squeezed his cock. It was stiff as a board. He had slept with no shirt on so, kissing my way down, I began to suck on his pink nipples. With Ben moaning loudly, I moved down to my prize: his big throbbing cock. He was definitely a sight to behold. When I got to his navel, I could smell the heady aroma of his dick. The masculine aroma made my mouth water. I had waited so long for this moment and now it was about to happen. I wasted no time in licking and kissing my way to his dick. I began by licking the head of his cock. As I began to suck, his dick tasted better than I could have ever imagined. Having not showered since the previous day only served to make his masculine scent more prominent. It did nothing but turn me on all the more. As I began to really suck his dick, Ben moaned so loud that you would have thought he was in pain, but I knew he wasn’t. After several minutes of this, Ben screamed to me that he was going to cum. His admission only made me redouble my efforts. I wanted nothing more than to taste his hot creamy cum. I didn’t have to wait long. Even though I was forewarned, the first spurt caught me by surprise. Spurt after spurt filled my mouth. It came so fast, I could barely swallow it all, but I didn’t want to waste a drop. His cum was delicious. After I finished, I looked up and saw that his eyes were full of lust and hunger. He pulled me up to him and began to kiss me. He devoured my mouth, cleaning out all remnants of his orgasm. After he had sufficiently kissed me, he then moved down to my pecs. He told me that he had he had always wanted to do this and with that, he began biting and licking the hard slabs of muscle. However, he didn’t spend too much time there; he soon zeroed in on my cock. I have had blowjobs before, but I had never had one better than this one. Even though I was pretty sure Ben had never sucked dick before, the enthusiasm and hunger with which he sucked my dick made it the best ever. Having him “go to town” on my dick brought me to a level of ecstasy that I had never known before. I had Ben maneuver around so that I could suck his dick while he sucked on mine. In this position, his balls rested on my nose. The smell of the sweat on his balls drove me crazy with lust. I moved my tongue from his dick to his balls, where I bathed them with spit. Ben moaned and said, “Damn, that feels good. Yeah, suck on my fuckin’ balls.” Not only did I continue to suck on his balls, but I turned my attention to something else I had been wanting to play with for a while: his ass. Even though I had only caught glimpses of my buddy naked before, the one thing that I did get a good view of was his ass. Ever since then, I had fantasized about licking, biting or fingering his cute little ass. I wanted nothing more than to take my tongue and rim his adorable butt-hole. My fantasy was now reality. Acting swiftly with a surge of strength that I know caught him off guard, I flipped us over so that I was on top. No sooner than his back hit the bed, I told Ben to roll over. He looked at me sheepishly and smiled, then proceeded to roll over. I knelt down and slowly began licking the top of his ass. As I spread his ass cheeks and descended into the depths of his musky ass, Ben moaned and asked, “Oh shit! What are you doing to me? It feels so good and nasty!” Before he could barely finish his sentence, I began to lick his moist, warm asshole. Being surrounded by his warm, moist, musky ass was more stimulation than I could handle. As I ate his ass, I began to moan and shake uncontrollably. Sensing my impending orgasm, I grabbed my cock and told Ben to grab his. We furiously began to jack our pricks. A powerful surge went through my body and I shot my load all over his thighs, feet and the bed. As I finished hosing my buddy’s lower body with my sticky cum, I heard him begin to moan. I told him to turn over and as soon as he did, I put my mouth over the head of his dick, just in time to catch the first volley of his sweet tasty cum. After sucking him dry and licking my dripping semen off his thighs and feet, I went up and kissed this adorable young man. After kissing for a while, we both rolled on our backs and held each other. Ben whispered in my ear, “Kev, that was the best fucking sex I ever had.” “Yeah, it was pretty fuckin’ cool,” I replied. With that, we fell asleep in each other’s arms with all sorts of thoughts and emotions streaming through our body. Our sexual “experimentation” only served to bring us closer. While we still did the same shit we always did, we spent even more time together. Sure, we’d go out and pick up chicks and even fuck one from time to time, but the best sex was with each other. So it didn’t take long after doing all the kissing, sucking, and rimming that we could, the subject of fucking came up. Fucking was something that I had always wanted to try. I often wondered what it felt like to have a dick up my ass or what it must feel like to have my cock stuffed up some guy’s butt. It didn’t take long for Ben to confess to the same thoughts. Neither of us had monster cocks, but he did have me beat by an inch or two in the dick department. So it was decided that since I had the slightly smaller cock, I would fuck him first. After deciding this, we finished our drinks at the bar we were at and proceeded to go back to my place. As soon as we were in the door, we were a tangled mass of bodies. Shirts, pants, and underwear created a trail to my bed. Once on the bed, we wasted no time in tasting every inch of the other’s body. After bathing his body with my tongue and sucking his dick, I made a beeline for his delectable asshole. I took my time eating his ass and fingering his hole. It didn’t take long before I inserted a second finger and then a third. After close to 30 minutes of eating and fingering his ass and jacking his rock-hard cock, Ben was ready to go. Using one of my favorite jackoff oils, I greased my dick and rubbed a hefty portion into his ass. After sufficiently lubing us both, I began to press my cockhead into his warm tight ass. Slowly but surely, his ass sucked my cock right in. Nothing could compare to the sensation of having my entire cock engulfed by his warm, velvety ass. It took every breathing trick, every odd thought that I could muster to keep from blowing my load right then. As I began to pump in and out of his ass, the feeling was incredible. Apparently, Ben was beginning to feel the same way too. His dick, which had lost a little of its stiffness initially, was now rock hard again. As I picked up my pace and really began to fuck him, I began to jack his cock. As time went on, the wonderful sensations only increased. As I violently fucked my buddy’s ass, he really began to get into it. Hearing him say things like, “Oh yeah, fuck my ass good,” or “Oh yeah man, make me your bitch,” caused me to fuck him so hard that anyone who would have stumbled upon us would have thought I was trying to kill him. The smell of our sweaty bodies and the audible slap of my balls hitting his ass along with the other stimulation drove me to an orgasm that could never be matched. Slamming deep within his ass with a powerful thrust that caused him to fall flat on the bed, I shot what seemed to be an endless amount of cum into his battered ass canal. As I shot my load up Ben’s ass, he too unloaded a massive pool of cum onto my hand and the bed. After we untangled ourselves, we cleaned up and took a shower. Later on that night, Ben got my ass. The fact of knowing that it was his dick up my ass made me feel full both physically and emotionally. I knew at that moment that I wanted and needed his dick up my ass on a regular basis. As the summer went on, we had sex at least twice a day. For those days where there was little else to do, we had no problem fucking three or four times in a day. The only thing that would stop us would be the condition of our asses or dicks. Even though we both were having the time of our lives and were closer than ever, we knew that the summer would be over soon. It wasn’t something we discussed much; we just savored the time we were together. Ben’s departure was difficult for both of us. The first departure had been difficult, but now we were not only the best of friends, we were lovers too. So as we kissed for the last time before he boarded his plane, I knew that I had just had the greatest summer of my life.