Gay Erotic Stories

Greg was my total fantasy, there was no denying it. From the moment I walked into chorus rehearsal for the first time and saw that the only seat left in the tenor section was next to him, I knew that I had to have him. His smile invited me over, and I sat down, introducing myself. He was about twenty-five ( I like them younger than myself), and cute as a button. He's about 5' 9" with a swimmer's build, and hairy as hell. Up until recently I hadn't seen him without his shirt, but when he wore shorts, I get a wet spot on my jeans within minutes. Over the past year or so, we've grown closer, always sitting together in rehearsal and joking around. Occasionally, he put his hand on my shoulder, or socked me on the arm, and I don't mind telling you, that it would send shivers down my spine. The main problem is that he's "religious", and hasn't even considered that he might be gay. Recently, a woman in chorus tried to set him up with a female friend of hers, but he protested with the weak excuse that he was just too busy to date. Right! Like anyone would be too busy if they were horny enough. Well, just last week the chorus took a concert trip to a neighboring State for a few days. I was somewhat reluctant to ask Greg if he wanted to room together, thinking that I couldn't control myself if he was sleeping in the next bed. I wasn't sure if he knew that I was gay, we had never discussed it, although I don't hide it, and have dropped subtle hints that women are not interesting to me that way. To my relief, Greg seemed eager to share a room, and I was so looking forward to seeing what would happen. The first day we arrived, we obviously had a lot of rehearsing to do, and were kept busy for most of the day. A few of the guys talked about going out for a drink, but Greg bowed out, saying that he was tired. Naturally, I suddenly felt very tired, too. We got back to the room, and I told him that I wanted to shower, if that was alright with him. He said that he probably would take a shower afterwards. I could barely keep from jerking off while I soaped myself up. I wasn't successful in staying soft, and did give my dick a couple of strokes in anticipation of what I hoped was going to happen. I managed to calm down some before exiting the bathroom, though I still wasn't completely soft, and there was a definite bulge showing from beneath my towel. I don't know if Greg noticed, or not, but he went into the bathroom fully clothed, obviously deciding to undress in there. I got into my bed naked, letting my hard on have it's way. Just thinking about him under the warm water, soaping his hairy chest, and then moving down to each leg and foot, made me unbelievable excited. When I imagined him taking the soap and cleaning his crotch, running his hand up and down the crack of his hairy ass, I just about passed out. Soon, the water turned off and I waited for him to emerge from the bathroom. The door opened, and out he came, still damp from his shower. The hair on his legs was matted down, as was the hair on his chest and stomach. There was a definite electric charge in the room, and our eyes met briefly, before he turned away. I expected that he would put on pajamas (back in the bathroom and out of view), hop into bed, turn off the light and say good night. Instead he sat on his bed , still wrapped in his towel, facing me. I asked him how he was doing, and if he wanted to talk, or go right to bed. He turned red, and asked me if he could ask me something personal. I said sure, ask away, and he just about floored me when he stammered out that he had heard from someone that I was gay, and wanted to know if it was true. I told him that I was, and asked if that made a difference. He said no, but then wondered how I knew that I was "that way". I tried to explain how I had pretty much always knew that I liked guys, and that it just felt right. He got really serious, and said quietly that he wasn't sure about himself. I asked him if he thought about men a lot, and he said yes, he did, although he tried to fight it. I don't know why, but I reached across the space between the two beds, put my hand on his leg, and told him that I understood, and would try and help him. I really did mean what I said, and wasn't trying to force him into anything, as I really did like him as a friend. He smiled sheepishly and said that he had been wondering about what it would be like to be with another guy. My mouth went dry, and I answered that he should try it and see. I then asked what kind of guy he was interested in. He responded that he thought I was kind of cute. I was in deep shock, but asked him if he wanted to experiment now. He looked down at this lap and silently nodded his head. I said that if he was sure about this, the fact of the matter was that I really thought he was hot, too. With that I replaced my hand on his knee, and started to gently rub his thigh. He put his hand on mine, and started to sigh, closing his eyes and laying back on the bed. I could see the outline of his cock through the towel, now becoming engorged. I quietly got out of bed, my dick so hard that it slapped against my stomach, and got to work on both of his legs, massaging them and loving the feel of the hair beneath my fingertips. I continued to rub them, moving up his leg with each motion, until I was underneath the towel and getting closer and closer to his jerking shaft. Wanting to see him totally naked, I pulled the towel away from his body and beheld his beautiful young dick. His furry sack hung low with the weight of his balls, and I started to lick the inside of his thigh, moving ever higher. He began to groan and ran his fingers through my hair, moving his body from side to side. He lifted his legs onto the bed, exposing his entire crotch to my view, and to my tongue. I couldn't help myself any longer. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back to his chest, exposing his hairy ass crack, and that glorious hole. I dived right in, covering it with my mouth, digging my tongue into the tight opening. He let out a gasp, but didn't try to stop me. In and out I stuck my tongue, licking every inch of that furry butt hole, enjoying the slightly tangy taste of this man child. I couldn't get enough of his body, and licked up to his furry sack, taking his balls in my mouth, one at a time, then tonguing his hard seven inches right up to the head, which was oozing with juice. His cock thrashed about in anticipation, and I felt that I had tortured him enough. I slowly swallowed him, taking more of his dick in my mouth with every up and down motion. By this time Greg was wildly thrashing about the bed, moaning that he had no idea how wonderful this would be. The one nice thing about Greg, he wasn't selfish. He took his dick out of my mouth and pulled me down on top of him, kissing me deeply, our naked hairy bodies writhing together. We rubbed our dicks against each other, simulating fucking, but not really interested in that. He kissed me over and over, exploring the inside of my with his tongue. He then pulled me farther up his body, asking me to sit on his chest and feed him my dripping cock. He took the shaft in his fist and just held it, licking and exploring the hard feel of another man. Greg tentatively flicked his tongue around my low hanging balls, giggling as the hairs ticked his nose. He tried to take me in his mouth, but soon was gagging with the new experience. I assured him that it was okay, that it took everyone at least a couple of times to get used to sucking cock. By now, we were both so hot and hard, that it was a miracle that we both hadn't blown. I was still sitting on his chest, and he started to pump my unbelievably engorged meat. I leant back and took his dick in my fist, lovingly stroking his foreskin back and forth. In less than thirty seconds we were both heaving and groaning, shooting string after string of cum through the air. He shot his load all over my back, practically screaming in lust, and it ran in a slow trickle towards my ass crack. I aimed my cock at his face, covering that ecstatic look of his with hot white goo. When we both finally stopped shooting, I lay down on top of him, and we kissed passionately and long. I asked him quietly if it was all that he had thought it would be, and he replied that it was more than he had ever dreamed. He wasn't in doubt anymore about what he wanted. I lay my head on his furry, sticky chest, and smiled.