Gay Erotic Stories

After my first encounter with Rich in December of 86, I went back to college for spring semester. I found myself masturbating to thoughts of our meeting. The way his cock curves upward and so looks like a banana. The warmth of his jizz as he exploded in my mouth. My own orgasm as I watched him swallow my shaft. January of 1997 didn't turn to May quick enough.

By the time my girlfriend came for a weekend visit, I was so hard up with my thoughts of him; I don't remember us leaving my bedroom that weekend. As my last final came to an end in May, my only thoughts were getting home and calling Richard. We had kept in touch. I am pretty sure he was stroking his meat, as was I when we talked one night on the phone. Even though the conversation was a normal one, I do remember letting loose a load that splattered my chest. We never said we were smacking our meat, I think we just knew.

After a long ride home and I had said all my hellos, I called my girl and made our weekend plans. Once that was done, I went to my room and called him.

"Hello"

"Hey there, I missed you."

"Tony? Are you home?"

"Yes and I have missed you."

We started talking about school and his job. He had moved to a new space and I wanted to go see it. I wasn't starting work for a few days, so we decided that I would go over for dinner on Wednesday. Until then I could ride her for the weekend until I could have him.

Wednesday finally came. I couldn't believe how nervous I felt. I had gotten directions Friday, and had no problem finding the place. It was a two-story house and he had the top floor. It was rather hot for May and the night was humid. The sky looked like we could get a good storm. As I climbed the stairs the heat and humidity was very apparent. So I wasn't surprised when he answered the door with no shirt and that lovely tent in his boxers.

"You made it." He cried and let me pass him to enter. He closed and locked the door, which proved to me that the night was going where I wanted it too. The apartment was small; I could take most of it in as I scanned the room. I turned back to him and we hugged. His smell was incredible, nothing but man. His body was gleamed with sweat. I found myself licking his neck and shoulder to taste the salty mix. He softly moaned a "yes sir" as I continued to take my taste of him.

We broke our embrace as he said, "Sit down, I ordered pizza." Then he grinned like a kid, "Look what I got." He changed the TV channel and low and behold the Playboy Channel appeared. This great looking muscular guy was nailing this big-breasted blonde really hard. Her boobs looked like they could blacken her eyes as they moved with each thrust. His smile widened when he said. "I figured this was good inspiration." It sure was. The taste of him alone brought me to attention, the sight of that stud getting off made my solider salute.

He motioned me to the couch and flipped open the pizza box. His cock was eye level to my sitting on the couch. He grabbed a slice and sat next to me. We talked and ate as the moaning grew louder on the television. The couch was in front of two windows, the approaching storm was sending it's cool breeze through them. When he finished his slice, he wiped his mouth, and without warning he began to lift my shirt over my head.

I swallowed the rest of my pizza, just before his lips pressed firmly to mine. We kissed long and deep; I heard thunder in the distance and could not believe what an incredible kisser he was. We stood up and continued kissing. I kicked off my sandals as my hands roamed his back and chest. His kiss went to my neck and his hands began to push down my shorts. I was already hard with anticipation of his mouth. I told him I wanted him and he just smiled at me. He pushed me back to the couch and dropped to his knees in front of me. He ran his hands through my hair as he sucked my nipples to erection. The storm grew closer, the couple on TV forgotten. My excitement was driven only by his hungry mouth, he buried his face into my bush and took my shaft to the back of his throat. I moaned quite loudly, the way his moist mouth massaged my already pre-cumming meat. My fingers dug deep into his scalp as I pushed deeper into him. Using my feet I began to pull down his boxers. I wanted his banana. Without missing a stroke of my cock, he knelt up to allow me to remove them. The way I was lying and he was kneeling, I could see my prize as the cloth was removed. It slapped his stomach when it was freed. My wanting him caused me to push deeper into his mouth.

The thunder grew louder, as did my yells, as his mouth stroked me to orgasm. The rain began to pour down and with the windows open my face and chest began to be hit with drops of rain. This turned me on more. Between the wet rain and his wet mouth my load came long and strong. My scream was quieted by the rolling thunder, as my juice entered his throat. He didn't miss a drop. Before I could recover, he was on my lap, his hands on the back of my head forcing his cock into my mouth. The storm continued on. Now the rain was hitting his chest, mixing with his sweat and dripping on to my face. He held onto the back of the couch and face fucked me good. His strokes were long and deep, his own yells mixed with that of the storms. It wasn't long before his milk hit the back of my throat.

When he was done, he with drew from my mouth and sat down on my lap. My still recovering cock now lay between the crack in his ass and began to find new life. He kissed me again and softly whispered, "I missed you too."

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