Gay Erotic Stories

Roger, still in his dreams, shifted his body to a more comfortable position and slept on. When he woke in the morning, his first reaction was to wonder where he was. The room seemed unfamiliar to him. He rolled onto his back and found himself naked, under a loose sheet and blanket. Then the memories came flooding back. He rose and walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered, was it all a dream? Had he really had sex with Ted? The love marks that still showed red on his neck were evidence enough that he had not been dreaming. “Hickies!” he thought to himself. “At my age, and getting hickies! What would Marianne think?” But then, Marianne was gone, wasn’t she? Gone with another man. It didn’t really matter what Marianne would think. Roger showered, found some clean clothes in a suitcase, dressed and went downstairs to the living room. He looked at the couch, and remembered with a thrill exploring Ted’s hot young body there. Ted was only a bit more than half his age, a devastatingly handsome young man. What drew them together? Was it really Ted’s dream? Or was that just a story? Would Ted come back? Roger thought he would die if Ted didn’t come back. He never felt that way about Marianne, not even in the beginning. What if Ted didn’t come back? Could he bear to have loved so completely and then lose the object of the first real affection he had ever felt towards another person? He needn’t have worried. He had just put water on to make coffee when the doorbell rang. He opened the door, and there was Ted, grinning from ear to ear. “Miss me?” he asked as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Roger stood there, staring. Ted, tall, dark and handsome, just like in the movies, had come back, not to some cinema heroine, but to him, 33-year-old Roger. Tears came to his eyes. Ted smiled even more broadly as he reached up and wiped a tear away, drawing the wet finger to his lips and tasting the saltiness. “Umm,” he said, “salty, but not as tasty as another bodily fluid of yours that I’ve recently had the pleasure of tasting.” Then he threw his head back and laughed. “I was afraid you would not come back,” said Roger. “Not come back? Man, you read me wrong! I’m here to stay. That is, if you want me,” said Ted. “Want you?” asked Roger. “I don’t think I could go on living without you.” The two men wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, long but not passionately. Instead, their kiss was an expression of deep love. At last they broke apart. “I’m here for the long haul,” said Ted. “Now, let’s have breakfast. I’m starving.” Though the pot of coffee was brewing, there was still no food in the house and neither man wanted to go back to Macdonald’s, so it was more than an hour later that they arrived back, with grocery bags by the armful. Ted started to cook breakfast as Roger began putting things away in cupboards in the kitchen. Eggs, bacon, toast and coffee were soon consumed, mostly in silence. When they finished eating, Ted looked at Roger. “You’re too quiet,” he said. “What are you thinking about?” “I’m thinking about us,” said Roger. “What are we going to do?” “Well, we’re going to make mad, passionate love again, and you’re going to suck me and maybe even fuck me,” said Ted. “After all, you promised last night. But that’s not what you mean, is it?” “I love you,” said Roger. “I want to be with you always.” “And I love you,” said Ted. “I knew I did the first time I saw you looking at us playing hockey through your window.” “So, what do we do now?” asked Roger. “How can we be together?” “We’ve got the rest of the summer to figure that out,” said Ted. “Let’s think only of today. Tomorrow will take care of itself.” He leaned forward and took Roger’s face in his hands. He kissed him full on the lips, then encircled him with his strong, young arms. Breaking the embrace, he reached down and found Roger’s cock, already hard under his jeans. “Are you happy to see me, or is that a gun in your pocket?” he said, in his best Mae West imitation, and laughed at his own joke. He squeezed the bulge he found there, and leaned over for another deeper, more passionate kiss, this time searching Roger’s mouth with his tongue. Roger gave in to the mounting lust that was rising from his loins and reached for Ted’s waist belt, anxious to feel once more the young hard meat that waited for him inside. There is something about clothing that is really sexy, thought Roger, as he pulled the tail of Ted’s shirt up and over the younger man’s head. This time, instead of stripping it off completely as he had done last night, he flipped the front of the tee shirt up and over Ted’s head, leaving his shoulders covered but his chest bare. Likewise, when he dropped Ted’s pants to the floor, he did not remove the underwear, not yet anyway. The delights hidden behind the white material were too great a treasure to bare all at once. He leaned into Ted, kissing his lips, then his eyes, then his ears, and then his neck. He rubbed his body against him, feeling the young man’s hard cock rubbing against his own. Ted began to dry hump him, sliding up and down as if fucking, but really just rubbing - no front hole into which he could shove his rock hard cock. Roger continued down Ted’s front, kissing his neck, licking his hard nipples, nibbling at the hair that seemed to sprout from his skin at his belly button and proceed downwards to disappear into the waistband of his white briefs. Roger followed the hair line, licking his way down, covering every square inch of the boy’s stomach, feeling his hard muscles ripple under the teasing his tongue gave to his sensitive skin. Down further, now at the waistband, then forcing the waistband down with his chin as he tried to follow the hair to the root of the boy’s throbbing, pulsating hot cock. The material caught, however, on the very object of his desire, so he had to lift it away with his hands and only then did he pull the briefs down to the knees and then let them drop to the ankles. His prize was now at eye level. The moist, purple head of Ted’s young cock poked through the foreskin that only partially covered it. When it was soft, the skin was enough to do the job. But now that it was hard and rigid and thumping against the boy’s stomach with every heart beat, the skin was stretched to its limits and pulled slightly back and off, exposing the little eye that met Roger’s as he looked at the object of his most ardent desire. An early drop of precum oozed out and Roger swiped at it with his tongue. It stuck and a long trail of it stretched across the gap between cock and mouth, hanging like a bridge across a deep canyon. He slowly sucked the clear liquid bridge into his mouth, being careful not to break the tenuous line, moving his head close to the source, as he tasted the salty precum. And then the glorious boy cock was gone from his view and he took it into his mouth and would have swallowed it if it had not been attached to the young man he loved more than life itself. He licked the sides of this hard cock, and closed his teeth gently on it, teasing it, feeling the hard muscular shaft ripple as he slid his head forward and the cock moved to the back of his throat. If he could have swallowed it, he would have, to make it his own forever. But the most he could manage before he felt the coarse pubic hair tickle his nose was to have it reach the back of his throat; it would not go down. Nor did he really want it to; not now. He was pulling back now, feeling the hard meat between his teeth and licking it with his tongue, around, over, under, inside the hood which slipped up again to protect the head as his own head reached the outwardmost end of the cock. Then in again he moved. But now Ted began to take over. Ted held his hair firmly but gently in both hands and began to move Roger’s head back and forward, driving his cock as far in as he could before drawing it out again. In and out, in and out, the pressure building, but a blowjob was not what Ted wanted. He wanted to possess his lover, to have Roger, to get inside Roger. He wanted to fuck Roger, to meld their bodies together, to become one with Roger. He pushed Roger back and the cold air of the kitchen felt strange on his hard, wet cock. His fulfillment could wait. Ted reached down and began to undress Roger, who stood still, not sure why the younger man had prevented him from sucking him to a glorious climax. Ted removed Roger’s shirt, and dropped the older man’s pants, and played with his cock, gently at first, then with more insistence. Then he dropped to his knees and began to lick Roger, underneath his cock, licking his ball sack that hung there and further under, trying to reach the bum hole that was above and behind. Roger spread his legs and moved his hips, and Ted reached under and began to massage his ass hole. Finding it resistant to intrusion, he licked his own fingers and tried again. First one finger slid in, then another. Ted moved the fingers around, and Roger, somewhat of a virgin in this form of man-to-man sex, realized what Ted wanted. He was ready for it. He left Ted in charge. Ted turned Roger around, and put his face right up to his ass, his tongue moving into position as his fingers came out of their deep, dark cave. Ted tried to force his tongue into the hole, but the opening had shut again and his tongue was not strong enough to push its way inside. No ‘Open Sesame’ would do here. He’d need something else, something long, something hard. He had just the tool to do the job. Ted stood now, and bent Roger’s body over onto the surface of the kitchen table, leaving his ass exposed, bare and waiting, but not for long. He spit on his fingers and wet the tightly sealed entrance and then moved his cock into position. The first forward thrusts were unsuccessful. But the third time he applied the forward pressure slowly but firmly and the door opened and his cock slid in, a little way at first, then with a thrust of his hips, it slid all the way in and Roger felt his very being filled with Ted’s cock and was happy. The two men could have stayed like this for an eternity if the mind controlled all functions. They were joined. They were one. They were satisfied, but men’s cocks have wills of their own and Ted’s cock was not satisfied with just being surrounded by Roger’s flesh. It had a will to explore the dark cave, to look for ultimate pleasure with its single eye. In and out it moved, searching, reaching, trying to get in further, then sliding almost but not all the way out only to plunge in again, and Ted knew that this was not just his cock’s idea but it was what he wanted too. He wanted to shoot his load in Roger’s insides, to coat his lover inside with his most treasured body fluids, his cum. Faster now, and faster yet Ted moved in and out, in and out, his balls hanging and slapping time at the back of Roger’s legs, and with every thrust, Roger, knew what heaven was. Heaven was this thrilling feeling and heaven was where it would never stop, but this was earth, and on earth all things must come to an end. With one mighty thrust, Ted shot his load up Roger’s ass, spurt after glorious spurt, and Ted’s body shuddered, and Roger’s body felt weak, and then all movement stopped, only breathing continued, rapid, heavy, gasping breath, and then all was over, and Ted lay his body on top of Roger’s and they rested.