Gay Erotic Stories

"Yeah, that would be kinky." I responded. We both started laughing at the idea of an alien--giving head to a guy. It just seemed too out of this world. Then, out of the blue, the best news I had heard in a very long time came out of the man's mouth, "She cheated on me with another guy, Jon." I was shocked. I never expected this to happen. Josh and Julie had been together for over a year, and he had just bought her a promise ring. And now this. "Okay, and where's the punch line? I don't believe you." "There isn't a damn punch line. She dumped me." I kind of stood there, my mouth numb, completely speechless. Finally, words found their way out. "She brrrroke up with y-y-you?" "Yeah, man. And get this -- the guy she cheated on me with is gay!!! GAY!!!" Now I was getting confused. Although I was bedazzled by the fact that Josh was now single, I didn't understand how Julie could leave Josh for a gay man. "Gay? Okay, yo no comprendo. Is she really a man in disguise or something? Because I thought of that idea once to try and trick you and if it worked for her I am totally going to be pissed off because she ripped off my idea!!!" Josh laughed really hard. "No, Jon, she's not a man." "Then what? Did she hypnotize him?" "No. He just decided to experiment with her. You know, to kind of see, if he was bisexual or something crazy like that." He smiled again. Now tha-- I understood, I had to say the following: "Well, then I think you should get even." "How?" "You should experiment a little too, you know, to settle the score. Otherwise, you'll feel like the loser in all of this for the rest of your life." I sounded pathetic, God I know, but it was my last hope. I did NOT want to resort to kidnapping and hypnotism. "With you? Are you crazy? I told you -- I'm not gay. I'm not doing it!!! The answer is NO." "But damn it, Josh, you don't have to do a damn thing. It's just ME doing all the work. I don't care if you're smoking a big fat blunt or puking all over the car while I’m doing it, but I have to do, otherwise I'm going to go insane. And THAT is not a joke." "But still, it's a GUY giving me head." "So what? Do you want me to put a mask on? I could wear high heels, or I could wax my upper lip, anything to make me appear feminine!!! Anything to make you let me! I really have to do this or I will drive myself crazy." Finally, after all my ranting and raving, he finally said the words I'd only dreamt about, “OKAY, GODDAMNIT, I'LL LET YOU!!! If it means THAT MUCH to you, then I'll do it. I can't take this anymore! Day after day you beg me to let you do this, and I always say no. Well, FUCK that, why don't I just get crazy for once, huh? Why not? And while we're at it, why don't we let a horse join in? We could have a menage-a-trois -- just me, you, and the animal!!!" At this point I didn't know if he was serious or not. But I decided to just go with what he said. So we left. We went to his apartment. And my dream came true. He sat on the couch in just boxers and a wife beater. His legs were perfectly toned and had the perfect amount of hair on them. I'm the kind of guy that likes dark leg hair, but very little of it. He took off his wife beater, and I felt my member begin to rise. I was in my fantasy. I felt like this was all a dream, and I did NOT want it to end. 'Just LOOK at those beautiful abs,' I thought to myself. 'You're about to kiss every square inch of his body; your mouth is gonna be filled with HIS cum!' Those phrases kept popping up in my mind as I crawled over to him like a sex slave. "You do realize I'm nervous and am having second thoughts, don't you?" he said with hesitation. "Just relax," I said. My hand slowly slid up his right leg as I caressed each part of it ever so tenderly, and with my lips, I began to tongue-kiss up his left leg, and he began to get excited. "Damn," Josh said. "You've had practice." "It was for a purpose. I needed it for this moment." My hands began to feel their way into his boxer shorts, and I already could feel my throbbing cock pre-cumming. I wouldn't be surprised if I blew my load right then and there. But I didn't. Why waste it? "Oh god..." he excitedly shouted. I felt his tool for the very first time. It was so soft and warm, and it was getting harder every second. My mouth savored for his nine inch pride. With my teeth, I pulled his boxers all the way to the floor. And there it was, right in front of me, the most beautiful cock I had ever seen in my entire life. Just like I described about all of his other features in the first paragraph of this story, it was PERFECT in every way. He had a small, neatly shaved area of pubic hair and a smooth, cut, nine inch dick that looked like something only an artist could sketch. And then, his balls--OH, his balls! There they sat, onto the couch, with tiny sprouts of dark hair all over them, and even THEY were tanned! Concludes in Part 3