Gay Erotic Stories

It was the holiday season and I was alone for the first time in three years. My girlfriend decided that she wanted more out of life and left me during the summer of my senior year in high school. I was crushed but determined to survive. I took a job at a trendy coffee bar that served desserts and ice cream drinks just to keep my mind busy, sometimes I felt it was a mistake and at other times, a blessing to my sanity. I helped the boss name some of our more exotic concoctions and wrote out the double entendre descriptions that the shop was famous for. The shop was busy that night and I was glad to see it getting closer to closing time. The boss had to leave just before the big rush came in and left me to close up for the night alone. With only ten minutes left, I started to clean up the espresso machine; I cringed when I heard that too familiar bell jingle on the door as it closed behind yet another customer. I turned and greeted him. He was alone and overloaded with shopping bags, yet not disturbed at all by the hustle and bustle of the season. "Can I help you?" I asked as I watched him scan the dessert case. He smiled and commented on how delicious everything looked. Now that I think about it, I could have sworn he was looking at my crotch through the display glass but at that time, the thought didn't cross my mind. "Everything is made in our own kitchen," I dutifully added as he looked up at the coffee menu, "And we import all of our beans directly from the plantations", I lied--but what the hell. While I patiently waited for his order, I noticed that he had an intriguing sparkle in his eyes that I found very attracting. I caught myself staring at him and sizing him up from head to toe, I had to force myself to look away as I thought, "What the hell are you doing? This is sick!" but moments later, I once again found myself staring at him as he put his packages down and stretched in relief. He wasn't really tall or anything but he was built solid. He was dressed somewhat interestingly, wearing camouflage pants and a white t-shirt that clung on for dear life to his thick, muscular arms. It was strategically cropped just enough to reveal a small waist and a tight, lean set of bricks. I couldn't stop myself from looking even while I told myself that this was wrong. For the first time in my life I was looking at another guy and admiring him for his body, not the "normal" heterosexual admiration most of the other guys had for body builders, this was more. Okay, so I used to check out the other guys' equipment in the showers after practice and wondered how big they would get when hard--but this was different. I wanted to see more and the more I looked, the less I heard from that little voice in my head telling me that there was something wrong. I moved my fixation up to his face. He had short black hair typical of gym rats but what really caught me was his smile. This guy was smiling to himself as he was reading the coffee menu! He had a set of dimples that framed a brilliant white smile that made his eyes even more dazzling. And then it happened. I felt a twitch in my pants, that ever so familiar stirring of my dick that used to happen way too often and usually at the most inopportune times in school. "Shit!" I thought to myself, "What the hell is going on with me?" I was getting a hard on just looking at this guy. Now I knew that at my age most guys were slaves to their hormones, but a boner from a guy! "I think I'll try one of your Blizzard drinks" he said, but I didn't hear him at first, I was too busy feeling that wonderful sensation of a growing hard on. "Hello?" he said with a chuckle, "You okay?" "Oh - yeah, I'm sorry" stumbled out from my lips as I was snapped back into reality. "What kind would you like? We have sixteen different flavors but I would recommend the hazelnut and coffee" "Sounds good to me. Um, can you tell the difference if you make it with frozen yogurt?" "Well, some people think its pretty much the same, but hey, if you're gonna enjoy something you might as well go all the way" "Yup, you're right, I'll try one" he smiled. He watched as I scooped the vanilla ice cream from the bucket. "Yow! looks kinda hard," he said and for a moment I wasn't sure if he was commenting on the ice cream or on my obvious hard on. I smiled and quickly turned away and placed the cup under the blender and turned it on. I usually lightly leaned against the counter whenever I mixed drinks because the vibration tickled my dick. This time I pressed my whole body weight into it. The sensation got me even harder. I turned off the machine and looked into the cup to check to see if it was mixed well. "Is it thick?" he asked in a matter-of-fact kind of way and maybe it was just my imagination, but I wondered if he was talking about my dick. I shook my head up and down in agreement. "Can I still suck it...?" he stopped with a seemingly contrived pause, "through a straw" he added with a flashing grin. "Sure" I responded "every last drop" I threw back at him with a grin. I knew what he was doing. This guy was a fag and he was trying to pick me up. It had happened before; some old guy tried to get into my pants and went so far as to offer me money just to suck my "young fresh cock" as he put it. I nearly kicked his ass. But this guy wasn't an ugly old man, he was handsome, young, had what looked like a great body and for some weird reason, had pumped up my hard on just by my looking at him. "Anything else?" I asked as I handed him his drink. His finger touched mine as he took the cup sending a shock straight down my arm to my throbbing hard on. "Nope, that'll be it I guess" as he took the straw into his lips and sucked up some of the cool, creamy drink. "What's the damage?" he asked. When he spoke, a small droplet of ice cream drink slipped out of the corner of his mouth and rested so seductively on his lip. "On the house" I smiled "I already closed the register so don't worry about it" Okay, so I lied. "Thanks!" he licked his lip "Let me get you something. What time do you get off?" Puzzled, I looked at him and replied "In about half an hour" "Oh yeah, can I watch?" he laughed. Okay, so this guy had a warped sense of humor and watched the same movies I did. "Vamp starring Grace Jones, right?" he nodded with a smile and we began to exchange one liners from b-movies. I went back to cleaning up as we continued to talk about stuff, any kind of stuff; it was the most refreshing conversation I had shared in a long time. He told me his name was Todd and that he worked at one of the hotels in Waikiki, other than that, he didn't say much about himself. He helped me put up the chairs and I locked the front door and told him to follow me back into the store room where I had to get things ready for tomorrow. I was trying to reach a canister of coffee that was just out of my grasp when he came from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist to hoist me up. My dick swelled to attention immediately. He held on to me a little longer than necessary before lowering me to the floor again. Still in his arms, I turned to thank him but did not get the chance, as his lips moved close to mine for my first kiss from another guy. His kiss was soft and lightly flavored from the ice cream drink. I closed my eyes and opened my lips to let him in as I felt his tongue begin to gently caress mine. He pulled me closer into him and pressed against my rock hard dick, letting out a subtle moan when he felt my cock. Cupping my face in his hands he looked into my eyes and then smiled "I want you” he whispered. There was no doubt in my mind, no hesitation, whatever he wanted; I was willing to give him. He unbuckled my pants and it dropped to the floor, still looking me in the eyes, he crouched down and nuzzled his face into my underwear, inhaling deeply while tracing my dick with his tongue. I felt like I was ready to burst as he freed my throbbing cock from the confines of my shorts. Looking me again in the eyes "You have a nice cock" he stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of my wet dick. I had blowjobs before but this was really different, he hadn't even started and I already thought it was better than any I had before! Slowly, he took me into his mouth, just the tip, and then pulled back. I watched as he teased me, darting his tongue over and around all the while looking up at me. All the times before when my girlfriend sucked me off I closed my eyes and just got into the sensation, this time I watched and it turned me on even more to see a handsome face sucking me off. He reached around me and grabbed my ass. Still looking up at me he began to take me into his hot mouth, pulling me into him deeper and deeper, forcing me all the way into him and then pulling away. His pace became faster as his head bobbed back and forth and tilted side to side, he was still looking up at me when I took the hint and started to thrust my cock down his throat, face fucking him slowly and hesitantly at first but he pulled me in faster and deeper. I was losing control. I started to feed him all of my cock, slamming my balls against his chin grabbing hold of his head so I could go deeper. I looked down and saw him there with his eyes open and watching me, he had taken out his own cock and was jacking himself off. He liked this. I face fucked him like there was no stopping, the harder I pushed, the faster he jacked off. I was about to cum when he pulled away and stood up. He dropped his pants and stood before me stroking his wet cock. Something told me it was my turn now. Overcome by the heat of the moment, I gladly dropped to my knees before him and with no hesitation whatsoever, took his cock into my mouth. It was salty and slippery but I liked it. It felt good in my mouth, not too big where I would choke, but large enough to fill my mouth and remind me that this was a man sized cock I had in my mouth, and I was enjoying it. He was gentle and massaged my shoulders while I explored the sensations of my first blowjob; I think he knew I was a virgin so he took it slow. At first I tried to remember all the little tricks that my girlfriend used on me but got lost in the sensation of having a salty cock in my mouth. Now I knew why some women love to suck cock, it felt almost natural to me and I didn't think about what I was doing, I was enjoying myself immensely and I could tell that he was too. He moaned every time I took him deep in my mouth so I tried to deep throat him but wasn't able to. "Don't force it" he said "just enjoy it” and I was enjoying it. I was so caught up in sucking and licking that I didn't think about it when his cock got saltier, by the time I realized that he was pumping out pre-cum it was too late. He stuck his thumbs into my mouth, spread my jaws and forced his cock deep into my submissive mouth as he shot his hot load down my throat. It felt like I swallowed gallons of his cum with every shot, he came so much that it filled my mouth and spilled out over my lips but he wasn't done yet. He buried his cock deep into my mouth and face fucked me for what seemed like only a few seconds before he began to come again. This time I was ready and eagerly swallowed as much of it as I could, savoring the flavor of another man's cum just as I shot my own load onto the floor. I came without even touching myself, something that had never happened before and has not since. Exhausted, I collapsed to the floor, my chest heaving under my breath. He knelt down to lick his cum off my lips as he kissed me again. "Awesome" he pulled his pants up and tucked his cock away. "Merry Christmas buddy” was all he said as he turned and walked out of the storeroom. I heard the bell on the door jingle as he left. I'm not sure just how long I was there on the floor, overcome by what had just happened, but I felt my cock stir again so I jacked off while replaying that evening. I came all over my hand and for some reason, I licked it up and rolled my cum around in my mouth--it tasted good. It was the holiday season but I wasn't depressed or lonely, I felt good, like I discovered something that was meant to be, but just didn't know it. I worked at the shop for a few more weeks after that, and every night that I closed, I hoped that he would stop by, but he didn't. Whenever I could I would jack off in the storage room--reliving that hot evening when a stranger gave me a Christmas gift that I'll never forget. Any comments? Write to me at Yojimbo007@hotmail.com. And don’t forget to read my other stories: The Hunter Gets Captured by the Game and Under an August Moon. Aloha from Hawaii!