Gay Erotic Stories

Last summer, I was invited to a college party by a friend who used to live in the same apartment building that I did. There were several of us who used to live in that building who became fast friends in just a short time living there. I was living with two other gay friends at the time but the others were all straight and fully accepted me being gay. Even after we all moved to different apartments in the fall, we all hung out together on a regular basis and enjoyed socializing.

On this particular night, a fellow med student, Mike, was throwing his annual summer bash at a house that he shared with a couple of other med students, kind of like Grey’s Anatomy. I was soon to discover that this night was going to take many interesting turns.

As the party went on, Joel, who was also a DJ in his spare time, was running the music in the main living room. I was dancing with Courtney, who was married to Adam, another med student. Courtney and I were doing the bump and grind on the dance floor when another friend, Brandon, started grinding against the other side of her, essentially making a Courtney sandwich out of the three of us.

Now, Brandon is somebody that I have always had the hots for, but is one of the straightest guys I know. He is a typical college frat guy. He has a gorgeous face, dazzling white smile, a tanned body, and an ass to die for. Muscles in all the right places without being overly muscled, and just the right amount of hair dusting his chest and abdomen, with a cute little treasure trail below his navel. He constantly has a different girlfriend every few months, and is quite vocal about his sexual activities with them. But on this occasion, the combination of a devilish Courtney and the right amount of alcohol conspired to make Brandon lower his inhibitions somewhat.

The next thing I know, Courtney squeezed out from between us to go pee and purposely pushed Brandon and I together and told us to keep dancing. I figured Brandon would get freaked enough to say no way and pull back. But to my shock and my pleasure, he moved in and started grinding his crotch against my thigh, while slipping one arm around my waist. I, in turn, grabbed him around the waist and proceeded to grind against him, getting totally boned up in the process. I’m sure he felt my hard-on rubbing against his thigh, as he turned and looked me straight in the eye and flashed a sexy grin at me. But he didn’t pull away either.

We continued dancing like that for a couple of minutes until the music changed and the next song started. We broke apart at that point and both made the excuse that we needed something to drink and cool off. Throughout the rest of the night we would pass each other and he would give me that devilishly sexy grin, almost as if to say, “I know how much I turn you on!”

Towards the end of the night, however, the alcohol caught up with Brandon and he started to pass out on the front lawn. I was standing on the porch with some other people when I saw him start to go down. I quickly ran over to help him out as did Courtney and a couple of other people. Courtney said that Adam wanted to stay a while longer, but that she was ready to go, so she said she would go get her car so she could take Brandon home, while I tried to keep him from passing out completely, or worse, puking all over himself.

Once Courtney brought the car around, I swung Brandon’s arm around my neck, grabbed him around the waist and hauled him to his feet. I pretty much carried him to the car and started to put him in the back seat. At that point, I was beginning to wonder how drunk he actually was when his hand suddenly grazed across the front of my shorts and almost felt like he was trying to grab something. As I put him in the back seat I grabbed hold of his ass as I tucked his legs in so the door would shut. Courtney said she would drive him home by herself, but I insisted I should go along since there was no way she could carry him in the house by herself. We also agreed that Brandon lived too far away and that he should stay in Adam and Courtney’s guest room since they lived close by.

Once we got there, I hauled Brandon out of the back seat, again copping a feel of that wonderfully hard ass, and started walking him up the sidewalk to the front door. We didn’t get very far, though, when Brandon doubled over and puked in the grass. Luckily, I got out of the way in time! When we finally got him inside the guest room, Courtney said she was too drunk to drive back and ready to pass out herself so she went straight upstairs to her bedroom. I told her I would take care of Brandon and then let myself out. Fortunately she was too drunk herself to realize what I meant by “taking care of Brandon!”

I first slipped Brandon’s sandals off while he was lying on the bed and began to massage his feet. Brandon has the sexiest toes of any man I’ve ever met, and yes, I have a slight fetish for sexy feet! I then got him to sit up on the bed so I could slip his T-shirt off as he had gotten a little messed up when he puked on the lawn. He seemed to be semi-conscious the entire time and mumbled something I couldn’t quite understand but sounded a little like “thanks for helping me out.”

I then lay him back on the bed and asked him if he wanted me to take his jeans off, since they had a little bit of puke on them too. He said sure, go ahead. I reached up and unbuttoned the top of his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper, while at the same time brushing against what felt like a semi-hard dick, and laying my other hand across his tight abs. As I pulled his jeans back I was shocked to discover that he was not wearing any underwear! I made some comment about him going “commando” and he just lay there with his eyes closed and giggled!

I wasn’t sure how far he was going to let me take this, but I sure couldn’t pass up the opportunity to find out! I skinned his jeans the rest of the way down his legs and laid them over the back of a chair with his shirt. When I turned around, I stopped and had to gasp. There was Brandon, sprawled across the top of the bed, completely and gloriously naked! The breeze from the ceiling fan was also blowing across his naked torso and causing his semi hard-on to become a fully engorged hard-on! I walked across the room and slowly ran my hand up his leg from his ankle to his calf, and then to his thigh. As I reached the underside of his ball sack, I stopped and looked to see if he was still awake or not. “Is this okay?” I asked him. “Mmmhmmm,” he mumbled back. I took that as a sign that he was still coherent enough and was enjoying the sensations he was feeling.

I sat down on the bed next to him and wrapped my hand around his engorged penis, while slowly stroking him up and down. My other hand was running up and down his chest and abdomen, occasionally stopping to tweak and tease his erect nipples. He moaned and squirmed with his eyes closed, while his hand “accidentally” fell on my crotch. I reached over and unbuttoned the top of the cargo shorts I was wearing and quickly unzipped them to give him better access. I slipped the waistband of my boxers down below my balls and freed my raging erection into his upturned hand. He just kind of moved his hand back and forth, not really grabbing or stroking me, but perhaps just trying to get used to the feeling of touching another guy’s cock for the first time. Occasionally he would cup my balls in his hand and give them a light squeeze as though he were trying to judge their weight or something.

I decided to push the envelope a little further and leaned over to take his dick in my mouth. This elicited another wave of moaning from Brandon that I’m sure many a female had produced from him, but that no other male had ever heard coming from him before. I felt his other hand reach up and grab the top of my head as I bobbed up and down on his crotch. I was gently rolling his balls around in my one hand, while the other continued the exploration of his torso and arms.

I pulled my own shirt over the top of my head and began to push my shorts further down and off my legs, and quickly resumed sucking him. I moved myself up onto the bed so we were lying almost in a 69 position. I slowly worked my hand down under his balls and toward his tight little rosebud. I knew from previous conversations with Brandon that he liked to fuck his girlfriends in the ass if they would let him, but I doubt he had ever had anything penetrate his tight hole. I slowly fingered the outer rim of his anus to see if he would have any reaction. The only reaction I got was that he raised his hips and spread his legs a little farther apart. I took that as another sign that he was enjoying the sensation.

I slowly inserted one finger in his ass and began to push it in and out while my lips remained tight around his penis. This produced even more moaning that I’m sure no other male had ever elicited from him before. He continued to squirm around on the bed in ecstasy, while I inserted two fingers into his rapidly expanding man-gina.

Eventually I got up to three fingers and decided it was now or never. The only problem was protection. Since I was attending a party full of “straight” people and had never in a million years anticipated I would end up here, I had not planned ahead and brought any condoms. I also doubted that Adam and Courtney would equip their guest room with such supplies so I was beginning to think that I was out of luck. Then I remembered Brandon’s jeans hanging over the chair. He was the type of guy who was always getting laid, so I’m sure he had to be prepared. I jumped up off the bed and began searching his pockets. Sure enough, there was a condom inside! But only one! Now came the dilemma. I wanted to fuck him so bad, but I also wanted to get fucked!

In his half-awake state, I didn’t think I could ask him which he preferred. But at that moment he shifted his legs and brought one knee up, exposing his tight little hole a little more. Yet another sign that I took as providence: I needed to fuck that ass!

I quickly tore open the condom, slipped it over my cock, and climbed back onto the bed. I lifted his other leg up and slid a pillow under him to prop up his ass. I slowly pushed the tip of my 9-incher against his pucker and pressed myself inward. As the head of my mushroom cap popped through his opening, he jolted slightly and let out a sharp yelp of surprise, his eyes suddenly popping open as well. I suddenly began to worry if this was such a bright idea as Courtney was in the bedroom directly above us and may come to investigate what all the noise was about. Luckily she was too far gone from the alcohol to hear a freight train go through the living room.

I slowly pushed myself the rest of the way in, giving Brandon time to adjust to the penetration. After a few minutes, I was steadily plunging in and out of him in a solid rhythm that matched our heavy breathing. He reached behind his head and clutched the pillow behind him while I fucked him harder and harder. While plunging in and out, I raised his legs until they were both over my shoulders. I then brought one leg down until his foot was directly in my face. I slowly sucked each and every toe in my mouth and ran my tongue up and down his sole and between his toes. I had my other hand on his dick the entire time stroking him continuously. Brandon was going wild. He had both hands raised, clutching the pillows behind him and exposing his sexy armpits in the process. I couldn’t hold out any longer and I began to spew my load into the condom deep inside his hole.

After the waves of my orgasm began to subside, I slowly pulled my deflating cock out of his ass and leaned back to catch my breath. Brandon was still lying there, eyes closed with his hands stretched above his head and a throbbing 7 inches that had yet to be relieved. I threw caution to the wind and decided I still wanted Brandon to fuck me. I knew that he had fucked quite a few girls in the ass without a condom, so I didn’t think he would be opposed to doing the same to me. I knew he was HIV negative as he had told us just a couple weeks before that he had just been tested and he made it a habit to get tested regularly, as did I.

I took the condom off the end of my dick, being careful not to spill anything on the sheets. I slowly squeezed my cum out of the condom and onto Brandon’s twitching erection. Using my own cum as lubrication, I straddled Brandon’s waist and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. With a little maneuvering, I felt the tip of his dick pop through the opening of my ass. I allowed a little time to get used to his size and then began to slowly move myself up and down. His cock felt so perfect inside of me! His hands came down and he grabbed me around the waist while thrusting himself inside of me over and over.

After several minutes of extreme pleasure, he suddenly quickened his pace and his breathing became heavier. He let out a slight grunt and went, “Aaaaaaaaauuuuuggh” at the same time his body went rigid and I could feel him pulsing wave after wave of his cum deep inside my ass. I had been stroking myself during all of this and came for a second time all over Brandon’s chest and neck and face.

As we both came down from our orgasms, I leaned down and began to clean Brandon up with my tongue. I lapped up any evidence I had deposited on his body and worked my way up to his neck and face. Eventually I pressed my lips against his and his tongue darted out and massaged the back side of my teeth. Eventually his deflated cock slipped from my ass and I crawled off the bed. I used his T-shirt to wipe the mixture of his cum and mine from the end of his dick. I figured there was enough puke on it that no one would notice the cum. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom across the hall and then came back into the bedroom to put my clothes back on.

Brandon was completely unconscious by this time, but still gloriously naked. I gave him one quick kiss on the lips and again on his softened penis. I then threw a blanket over him and tucked him in, just as I promised Courtney I would do before leaving. Only then did I realize I had a problem.

My car was still at the party and Courtney had taken her keys upstairs with her to the bedroom! I had no way of getting back to Mike’s house! I figured there would be plenty of people still at the party, however, so I called a friend, Andy, to come get me and bring me back. Andy said sure, and arrived about 10 minutes later.

Back at the party, I found Adam, Courtney’s husband, and told him that Courtney had too much to drink and didn’t want to drive back to pick him up so she had just gone to bed. He was a little pissed at first since she had left him stranded without the car, and he had promised Joel he would help transport the DJ equipment after the party was over. I quickly told him I would be glad to take him home and help with the equipment as well. He was extremely appreciative and gave me a hug to say thank you. There was something about the hug, however that made me pause, since it lasted just a little bit longer than the typical hug you get from a married straight guy, and he lightly stroked my back as he did it.

But that turned out to be another story…