Gay Erotic Stories

Frank was pretty fed up with Paul, to whom he had just given a blowjob, the guy’s first, as he announced loud and clear. Paul was totally self-centered, however, and had made no move to return the favour. Frank, in fact, didn’t care: he had gone through the motions simply to give Bill and Mick some peace and quiet to get intimate with each other while Paul was otherwise engaged. They did seem to hit it off all right and managed to 69 it with little commentary from Paul. Until he shot his own load, that is. Then he started berating his friend who was beginning to look like he might be a ‘queer,’ just like Bill and Frank. Talk about putting a damper on the evening! Frank did not have long to wait, however: Geordy, the friendly train steward who had provided the larger room for their little get together, finished his rounds and was back at the room a few minutes before midnight, and it didn’t take him long to size up the situation: How best to keep Mick but either get rid of Paul or interest him in continuing the fun, that’s what they had to decide. For all his loud accusations, however, Paul did not seem inclined to leave. “We’re having a fuckin’ orgy!” he exclaimed to Geordy. “I just had my first blow job - from a guy, that is. I had lots of them from chicks.” “Sluts,” said Mick. “Or whores. They’re the only ones who would give you a blow job!” Mick seemed to be a bit peeved by his friend’s constant insults directed at not only his new friends but at him as well. “You’re going to shut the fuck up and enjoy what’s going down, or you’re going to get the fuck out of here. Take your pick.” Paul made no move to leave. “I was just foolin’ guys,” he said. “No harm meant.” He gave a feeble smile. “So, what’s up next?” Geordy, the only one of the five fully dressed, had begun removing his uniform, but Frank stood up and took over. He loosened Geordy’s tie and lifted it up and over the steward’s head. Mick slipped off the bed and reached for Geordy’s belt buckle. Bill too got in the act and reached over to start opening his shirt buttons. “Fuckin’ cool!” said Paul, who made no attempt to take part. He was stroking his own cock that was starting to rise as he watched the others prepare Geordy for the feast. Buttons undone, Bill began to remove Geordy’s shirt. Mick had opened the belt buckle and had pulled the zipper down to expose Geordy’s white cotton briefs, now bulging out as his cock hardened from all the attention he was getting. He reached down and began to push his pants over his hips. Mick helped and soon they were at the floor, trapped by the steward’s black polished shoes, which Mick soon had off his feet. By the time Bill had the man’s shirt off and Frank drew his undershirt up and over his head, Mick had the pants and socks off. Geordy stood naked before them. “Jees,” panted Paul, his hand jerking his own cock faster now. “Jees, I ain’t never seen no guy stripped like that before.” He stopped jerking. “Do me,” he said. “Do me too.” The other four started to work on him and soon had him naked. Geordy pushed him back onto the bed and slapped his hand away from his own cock. “You don’t need to do that yourself,” he said. “What else are friends for?” Geordy reached over and wrapped his hand around Paul’s fat, rock-hard cock and gave it a squeeze. “Oh fuck,” moaned Paul, thrusting his hips up to meet Geordy’s hand. “You like that, don’t you?” Geordy asked. “Oh, Jees, you’re fuckin’ right I do!” Paul exclaimed. “And you’d like another blow job, wouldn’t you?” he asked. “Fuckin’ right!” Geordy suddenly let go of Paul’s cock and looked at the startled man. “Then earn it,” Geordy said. Paul looked bewildered, but then caught on. He looked at Geordy’s cock. He reached out with his finger to wet it with the precum that was oozing out of the slit. Slowly he reached his finger up, first to his nose to take a good whiff of it, then to his mouth to taste it. A smile spread across his face. “Salty,” he said, and then his head went down and he took Geordy’s cock into his mouth. Frank reached over and kissed Geordy fully on the lips, then slowly licked his way down to the man’s hardened nipples. Geordy threw his head back, and Frank licked up again to taste the man’s neck, then their lips met again. Geordy reached down and cupped Franks’ cock and balls. “They’re mine,” he said. Frank smiled. It took a bit of doing, especially with Paul sucking away completely oblivious to them, but they managed to get repositioned so Geordy could draw Frank’s cock into his mouth. Frank had already sucked Paul off and didn’t enjoy it, so to complete the trio he reached out with his hand and slowly started jerking the man’s cock. Paul moaned and shuddered, but did not leave the glorious popsicle he was sucking. Slowly the three built up their momentum and it wasn’t long before they blew their loads, one after another. Geordy blew first. He sent a huge gusher of hot cum to the back of Paul’s throat and, taking him by surprise, Paul began choking and coughing, but kept on sucking and swallowing. Frank was next and Geordy withdrew just in time to see the fountain of white cum spray all over his face and chest. Frank leaned in to lick it off. Finally, Paul’s own cock exploded, sending hot cum up into the air to drop on Frank’s hair and Geordy’s chest. Bill and Mick had sat, leaning back onto the wall behind their end of the bed, pillows propping them up, watching the hot action that had been going on before them but not really turned on by it, instead gently exploring each other’s body, rubbing gently and almost absentmindedly arms, chest, legs, avoiding cock and balls, which had so recently been the object of all of their attention. Soon, however, the sexual tension began to grow in them, and it was Mick who first turned and placed a gentle kiss on Bill’s lips. They embraced, and the kiss became more insistent. Mick’s lips left Bill’s and he nibbled his way up to Bill’s ear. “I want you to fuck me,” he said simply. “Will you?” Bill was taken aback. Today he had received his first blow job and had given his first in return. Other than jerk off with friends of his youth, he had never had sex with guys before. This train trip was to be his voyage of discovery, and he’d hoped that he himself would have his ass fucked for the very first time. Was he up to being the top? “I’ve never done it,” he said. “Neither have I,” Mick answered. “But I want you to be the first.” They kissed again, and Bill began to lick his way down Mick’s chest, nibbling at the golden chest hairs as he passed, then finding the darker hair below Mick’s stomach that led to his now erect cock. Bill licked his way to this staff, but passed it. Mick lifted his knees, slid his body down on the bed so that his hips came to the very edge, and Bill found easy access to Mick’s hot ass. He teased it with his tongue, finding the tight muscle that blocked the passage, but try as he might his tongue could gain no entry. He licked one of his own fingers and tried that instead. With a firm but gentle pressure, he eased his finger inside and felt the muscle tighten around it. He pushed the finger in as far as it would go, then slipped another in beside it. Mick groaned, but made no move to end the exploration. Bill tried to pry his fingers apart, and Mick’s tight muscle gave way slightly, enough that a third finger found its way inside him. Bill began to slowly slide these fingers in and out, twisting them and turning them, and Mick moaned even more. “I’m ready,” he panted. “Do me! Do me now. Fuck my ass!” Bill stood at the edge of the bed and put his rock hard cock in where his fingers had just been. He almost fell, however, when Mick’s muscle tightened around his cock, and he felt pleasure greater than any he had ever felt using his own hand. Steadying himself, he pushed his cock in to the very end, till his body was slapping against Mick. Then began that slow, glorious withdrawal. Mick moaned louder, and Bill quickened his pace. In and out, in and out, harder he pushed with each thrust until his balls were slapping time against Mick’s ass. Bill had his eyes shut now, his own lust taking over, his speed increasing as his need for release grew, Mick’s muscles tightening and relaxing to increase the pleasure both of them were feeling. So caught up were they in their own magical ride that they did not know the others had ended their own orgasms and had turned to watch. They did not hear Paul exclaim, “Gees, fuck! Will ya look at dat! Gees, fuck! I ain’t never seen no guy fuck no other guy’s ass before! Gees, but that’s hot!” Onward and upward Bill raced, his hard cock sliding in and out of Mick’s ass, his own pleasure uppermost in his mind. “I’m cumming,” he said, gasping. “I’m cumming!” And then with one last thrust he shot his load deep into Mick’s ass, followed by several more rapid thrusts, each with its own eruption of hot cum, till he could feel its stickiness beginning to drip out of Mick. As his cock softened, its work done, it slid out, and Bill fell on top of Mick’s body, and Mick wrapped his arms around him and they lay there together, panting, Mick’s still hard cock between them. “Fuckin’ awesome!” they heard Paul say as their consciousness of their surroundings returned to them, but they said nothing: they were, for once, in complete agreement with him.