Gay Erotic Stories

My friend Dillon had asked me if I wanted to come along with him. He said he'd been a few times with a friend of his and it was a good time. Very welcoming guys, open and friendly. The kind of place a guy like me dreams of.

I'm 19, recently out of the closet, virgin, fresh meat, anything else you want to describe me as. I'm a bit on the heavier side. I've got meat on my bones. But my baby face keeps me looking "cute," Dillon says.

Dillon is thinner than me. Not toned but not chubby either. He says he's not a twink but I beg to differ. He's also 19 and says he's had a few gay sex experiences.

When we arrive at the house with the party, Dillon texts his friend Roger. A minute later, the door opens and a big 30-something man with a beard appears.

"Hey Dilly," he says as he opens his arms and gives Dillon a big bear hug. "And this must be Justin."

"Hey," I say, deducting this to be Roger.

I'm surprised when Roger opens his arms and gives me a hug too. Dillon wasn't lying when he said the guys here were friendly. It felt nice.

We all go through the door and head up the stairs. "Everyone's had a few drinks by now," Roger says to us.

When we get to main landing, the kitchen is full of guys. Mostly bears. Bigger guys with beards. Some in tank tops. Some in t-shirts. All looking happy to be there. Aside from the 15 or so bears, there's also a few younger looking guys. Early 20s cubs, a few thinner guys.

"Isn't this great?" Dillon says to me.

"Yeah," I respond, feeling a little overwhelmed but oddly comfortable surrounded by strangers of all ages.

Roger introduces us to a few guys before heading to another room, likely also filled with more guys. Someone hands us a beer and before long, we're mingling, drinking and having a good time.

A bunch of us play a drinking game and within an hour, I'm feeling pretty buzzed. Dillon is tanked, laughing and stumbling around. Roger appears every once in a while, gives him a hug and tells me "he tends to get pretty drunk."

Most of the guys have their shirts off and some are down to their underwear. But everyone is just chilling. Dillon has his shirt off too and tells me if I want to, I can too but it's not a requirement. I choose to keep mine on - for now at least.

A man who looks to be about 50 starts talking with me. I don't consider myself attracted to much older men but he was intriguing. He said his name was Albert. He'd been friends with Roger for quite a few years. It seems this was Albert's house and he lived downstairs but rented the upstairs to Roger and a few other guys. Pretty sweet setup.

After 20 minutes of chatting, I look around and realize I didn't see Dillon. Everything with a little blurry but I still felt coherent enough to miss his presence so I excuse myself to Albert and make my way through the room back into the kitchen to see if he's around.

I try to make out some of the faces but none look familiar. Eventually, I spot Roger coming out of the bathroom.

"Hey, you see Dillon?" I ask.

He looks around the kitchen. "No, man. Haven't seen him in a while. Maybe he's getting some fresh air on the patio. He could probably use it."

I step out on the balcony where there's a few guys sitting at the table smoking weed and chatting. No Dillon.

I step back in and wonder if I missed anywhere. I go down the hall to one of the bedrooms and a door that's open just a crack.

Maybe he's passed out on a bed. I peak through the opening.

I see a couple guys standing in just shorts with their backs to me. Both with hairy backs. One of the guys is bigger with a round waist and the other is thinner, taller, and a bit lanky with a balding head. Their arms are moving as if they're jerking themselves off. I immediately step back, not wanting to intrude but the idea of a couple of guys jerking off on the other side of this door seems too good to ignore so I peak back in again, this time nudging the door open slightly more to get a better look.

There's two more guys standing across the room, also jerking off though I can't get a good view of them. They're all looking at the same place: the bed. Between the men standing I can see a bare ass moving up and down.

Someone is getting fucked! With an audience!

My heart starts racing. I stumble a little at the sudden realization when one of the guys sees me peaking. He smiles and nods his head, inviting me in.

I step in, feeling a little awkward now that I'm the only one wearing a shirt. As I get closer and am able to see the scene in front of me, I realize that it's Dillon on the bed. He's the one being fucked.

He's lying face down, obviously drunk as his eyes are closed. The guy on top of him, a bear at around 40, thrusting deep into him, panting hard and drunkenly grunting. The other men standing around all have their cocks out, jerking off, quietly cheering him on.

"Hey," one of them says to me. "You're his friend, eh?"

"Yeah," I say, not quite sure how else to respond.

"He's pretty drunk now. But he's having a good time," the guy says with a laugh.

Within seconds, the 40-something fucking Dillon stops thrusting, pushes his hips in deep and lets out a deep sigh.

"Yeah," he says slowly. Then he pulls his dick out, no condom, still oozing with cum that strings from his tip to Dillon's hole.

"Awesome", one of the guys says as the others clap.

"You're next Joe," another says as tall, lanky, hairy, balding guy drops his shorts, gets on top of Dillon and slowly enters with his thin, hairy dick. Dillon moves his head and opens his eyes a bit, looking at me.

"Hey, man," he says meekly.

Joe starts thrusting hard and fast, like a jackhammer. Dillon's eyes close again and he lets out a moan.

"Is he okay?" I ask the guy standing next to me.

"He does this all the time. He loves it," he tells me.

Joe quickly finishes, cumming in Dillon's ass as the next guy, a big guy in his 30s mounts him, sticking his thick dick in without problem as the last guy's cum squirts out.

"You get a turn too," the guy next to me says.

The idea does sound pretty hot and then I realize my dick is hard and showing in the form of a bulge in my shorts. The idea of my first time having sex being in front of a room full of guys makes me nervous but kind of hot at the same time. I eagerly watch this guy fuck my friend.

Dillon opens his eyes again, looks at me but doesn't seem to focus, but smiles weakly. "You..can...fuck...me," he says quietly to me, between thrusts of the big guy on top of him.

After a few minutes of topping, the guy looks at me and says "take off your clothes and warm up."

The other guys still standing around, all naked at this point, turn their direction to me. I feel my face reddening up and feel obligated to comply so I take off my shirt and then drop my pants and underwear. My 7 inch dick bounces up and points forward, directly at the big man and my friend.

"Stand over here," he directs me and I step forward. As he's fucking Dillon, he leans down, so he's laying fully on Dillon, and puts his mouth on my dick. The sensation sends shivers through my body as his warm wet mouth moves over my dick. Behind me I feel a pair of hands wrap around my chest and stomach and a dick against my lower back.

Soon, the man cums and gets off of Dillon. I look at Dillon's ass and see cum oozing out of it, all over his cheeks and balls. The guys urge me to get on there so I do, not really sure what to do next but I hold my dick between my fingers and direct it toward his cum-covered hole. I put my dick head against his hole, into a puddle of cool cum and enter. It's easier than I expected as I feel the warmth of his inside wrapping around my dick.

I start thrusting my hips as I look around at the stern faces of the men standing watching me, unpracticed, inexperienced, and fucking my best friend, who's probably passed out again. It feels good, but within a minute, I can feel it coming and I'm not able to pull out in time. I explode inside him. Each spasm makes me weak as I drop down on top of Dillon, hugging him tighter. 6. 7. 8 times. He opens his eyes, looks at me, and squeezes my arm with one of his hands. "Hope you liked that, buddy," he said.

After I was done and feeling relaxed, I got up, pulled out, and felt sticky from the cum of myself and at least three other guys. I got a few pats on the back as another guy got on. By now, there were at least a dozen guys in the room watching. Some getting ready to be next, others just there for the view.

Dillon was going to have a long night.