Gay Erotic Stories

"Carl...I know this sounds weird, but I liked the taste of your cum." It stopped me dead in my tracks. There he sat, elbows on his knees, chin on his clasped hands. Biceps thrust out of his skintight, gray tee-shirt, and massive thighs flexed as he assumed the pose of a buff "Thinker". Rodin would have been proud. I could feel my cock getting thicker and heavier in my briefs, beginning to strain against my shorts. My best straight friend had just told me he liked the taste of my cum. What should I say? "Let me get you some more."??? He looked at my open-mouthed expression, saw the flush in my cheeks, and laughed in low tones, "Shit, man, you should see the look on your face!" My dick stopped growing, leaving some blood to navigate my brain. "Are you OK?" I laughed uneasily, "Am I OK?" Mental flashes - his half-hard cock in my hand. The faint saltiness of his precum. the granite smooth curve of his ass cupped in my hand while his mushroom head slipped between my lips. The thrust of his shaft in my ass. His ecstatic shout as he started to cum. "I - I - I just never thought I'd ever hear you say anything like that." He grew serious, "Hey, I had fun yesterday," a mischievous smile played on his lips, "didn't you?" My cock was growing again. Was he making a pass at me? It wasn't possible! Sure, gay men always have fantasies about doing it with straight guys...even their friends. But Eric was straight as an arrow. He had a girlfriend, Marla. The three of us were good friends. "Well - well, sure," I stammered, "to be truthful, I've fantasized about doing it with you. I just thought you wouldn't want to talk about yesterday...at least, not so soon. And then, telling me you liked the taste of - of my..." my voice trailed off. He looked up at me and smirked, "Cum?" he finished suggestively. "Right," I said, almost relieved. By now, I was completely hard, and he had taken to staring at the tent. I felt like a hunted animal, and I was torn between feeling guilty and terribly turned on. He stood up, torso outlined by the grey cloth stretched tightly over his chest, even to where I could see his nipples standing out on either side. Looking down, I noticed a hard-on under his lycra and shorts - a powerful pipe pulled to the left, waiting to be freed. My thoughts were racing, subdued by the overwhelming desire to taste his cock again. He came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder, "Y'know, you're a true friend. We've been there for each other for over ten years. You never took advantage of me, you never came on to me. Yesterday, I was ready to try something new, and you were there again. That's so cool. I don't feel threatened. I'm not feeling any kind of mixed emotions about Marla...I still love her and think she's the hottest thing on two legs. I'm still the same guy I was two days ago..." "But, right now..." his voice lowered, grew husky, barely above a whisper, "I feel like indulging my curiosity some more." His other hand slid along my shorts, found its way past my dick, and then pulled on my belt. I felt a loosening at my waist, the strength of his fingers brushing my abdomen as he unfastened the button. I stood frozen, breathing long, heavy breaths while my heart started to pound. "When some of your cum landed in my mouth, my instinct was to be grossed out. But the taste was actually kinda nice," he grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, "salty. Sticky. Made my tongue tingle." My shorts dropped to the floor, then he grabbed my briefs with both hands and pulled the front down, hooking it under my balls. My cock stood straight out, as hard as if I hadn't touched it in weeks. His head sank to my crotch, his eyes glued to my manhood, his words nothing more than a growl, "I want that taste in my mouth again." And then his tongue started to travel the length of my cock. His lips felt like a jolt of electricity sliding from the base of my balls to the tip of the slit. I gasped for breath and then let out a long, loud moan. I could feel my scrotum churn, the shaved skin tighten, and hot breath slide along the surface. The sound of Eric swallowing my rod was all that interrupted my whimpers of pleasure. An ironclad clamp on my legs signaled his vice-like grip, and he forced my pelvis to begin a fucking motion. He stopped and looked up at me. His mouth was agape, his tongue visibly working in and out, as if still tasting my dick. His eyes were heavy-lidded and glassy, with a distant, hungry look. A soft moan and his tongue darted out, sliding along my shaft one more time. It took me by surprise and I emitted a startled shout. What was that?!? It was as if he had sent a jolt an inch behind my cock, almost into my ass! His lips pulled back in a small, feral smile. He was enjoying the intensity of sensation his blow job was producing. In the back of my mind, I was amazed at how naturally Eric took to this - wondering if this was the best I had ever had. I looked down at him again, at the mountainous shoulders, the powerful swoop of his back, his slowly pumping butt, and the sharply defined calf muscles. His warm moist mouth picked up speed and I could feel his tongue swirling around my cock again. "Fuck," I moaned, struggling to form words, "Eric, where did you learn to do this?" He moaned in response, guttural noises rising as he plunged his face into my crotch with added vigor. I was losing control, starting to piston more rapidly, fucking his face as he had fucked me the day before. His hands gripped my flexed ass more tightly thane ver, if I wouldn't have been lost in the sensation of his mouth on my pole, I would have been in pain. I whipped my shirt off, running my hands along my chest and abs, feeling the sheen of sweat that had built up. I felt my nipples, hard and rubbery, and began to pinch them. The added sensation made me lose control. I yelled, and grabbed Eric's head, fucking his mouth wildly. I was awash in ecstasy that began from my cock. My yells came regularly, in time with the rhythm of Eric's mouth. I felt pressure building in my balls, reaching a familiar but concentrated release point. My field of vision was filled with tiny points of light. "Fu-u-uck! Fu-u-uck! Fu-u-uck!" I moaned loudly. And suddenly, all the sensations stopped...except the flood of pleasure rising to the tip of my cock. "Don't cum!" I heard the voice through a roaring sound in my ears. The pressure was still building. I let out another moan. "I said, Don't Cum!" Obediently, I clenched my teeth, willing the trigger to orgasm to recede. I was incredulous. What was Eric trying to do? Then I couldn't stand it, him looking at me, my cock glistening with his saliva, my hand flew to my cock, I was determined to blow my load. My balls were on fire! An iron grip caught my wrist, holding me back. I looked down and saw Eric's muscular arm gripping me, his jaw set while he looked intently at my raging erection. My shaft was brilliant red and a tiny bed of precum formed at the slit. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, and time stood still. The precum shone like a pearl, swelled, and began to ooze off the tip. With a flicker, his tongue darted out, lapping up the droplets. He licked his lips as he looked up at me, breathing hard, his eyes not even seeing me. He smiled, his lip curling lasciviously, and he said, quietly and definitely, "Yum." I gaped at him, panting, "What are you doing?" He grinned, let my wrist go, then stood up. His tee-shirt was off in a flash, and I saw his glistening chest, the press of his washboard abs. Shoes flew off, and he whipped off his shorts, leaving only his lycra. "I want you to cum a lot." was his reply. Intense. Passionate. Like I almost didn't exist. He pulled down the lycra, I wanted the cock that now lay exposed. Hard. Standing out, bobbing, itself moist with precum. Then he straightened up and came up to me, drew a finger along my nipples while our dicks collided, and he leaned upwards while drawing my head down with his hand, and kissed me with a long, open-mouthed, luxurious abandon. My hand ran down his rippling back, reached for his ass as it ground into my crotch, I groaned as my mouth was trapped in his liplock. His hand reached for my cock, and started to jack it, lubricated by his saliva and my dick's own secretions. I did the same for a while, then took the initiative by pushing him down to the floor. Soon we were facing each other's dicks, growling as we devoured each other. The eroticism was so intense that I would occasionally jerk as his tongue and mouth hit my balls. His moans had risen in pitch and volume since I started sucking him off, and occasionally he would pull off my rod and let out a wail of pleasure. At those moments, I would growl and lick his balls and in the spot between his asshole and ballsac. I wanted him to fuck me again, my ass was clenching in anticipation, and so with great effort, I pulled away from his hungry mouth... His hands fumbled for me, "No," he said, desperately, "I want you to cum in my mouth..." Shock and surprise were lost in the depths of my lust, and I could feel my cock dying to burst, yet my longing for his shaft in me was almost equally intense. I stroked him with my hands, and said, "I want you to fuck me again..." Between groans, he replied, "Want to...drink...your cum..." he grabbed my dick, I grunted. Then he overpowered me, rolled on top of me, with his cock hanging over my mouth, and swallowed my dick. Then, he reached under my balls, and worked his finger into my ass. "Shit!!!" I shouted, "that's it, fuck!!! That's it!!!" His finger worked in farther while the tingling sensation grew to a roaring wave, his sucking was a fast rhythm, and I had once again lost all control. I couldn't even bring myself to lick his shaft. "Fuck!!! Eric!!! Deeper, man...go deeper if you can!" Then there were two slick fingers sliding in and out of my hole, they worked around, finally hitting a trigger point. I arched my back and time stopped. There was no sound, I held my breath, and for a couple seconds, I could barely feel his mouth riding my dick while my cum rose. Then I came. I shouted in pleasure so intense it became almost painful. My dick spurted a long river of cum that I heard him swallow. His mouth moved up and came down again, just in time to catch another long spurt of cum. I shouted again. It happened a third time. A fourth time. A fifth time. An amazed portion of my mind wondered at the intensity and volume of this orgasm. But, it was overwhelmed by the unprecedented sensations. His fingers jabbed into my asshole, my rod spurted again, I heard him swallow, I shouted as the wave rushed from my crotch out to my whole body. I stopped counting, and started moaning and panting. Then he rose from my dick, a trail of cum from his smiling mouth to my dick. I heard him swallow one last time and then sigh. He rolled over, his cock standing straight in the air, and began to quiver. Sweat poured off my body, I looked at him as he began to shake more violently. "Aw, fuck!" he said quietly, then his voice rose, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUCK!" his muscles tensed, his butt lifted his crotch into the air, his arms stabilizing him. His eyes were clenched shut and his mouth pulled in a rictus of pleasure. "Oh, shit! Oh, my god! Ah..." his head swayed from side to side, sweat was pouring off him, from behind gritted teeth, he pleaded, "I...can't...cum...need...to...cum..." I was momentarily worried, "Eric!" I rushed to his side, put my hand on his chest, "you ok?" He shook his head, "Feels...so...intense...can't cum!" I looked down at his cock, rigid, saw his leg muscles tensed, hips raised in the air, and let instinct take over. I covered his shaft with my mouth, and as he had done with me, slid my hand around his ass, working my finger into him. It was like I had pressed a button. He screamed, and floods of sperm hit the back of my throat with the force of a fire hose. As I had done moments before, he shot at least nine or ten long hot pulses of cum before I pulled off his dick, watching as his cock spent itself shooting cum onto his chest. I slid my hand along the milky white pool on his rock hard abs, satisfied, warm, enjoying the distant smile on Eric's face. In the meantime, the small shell of an idea was beginning to form in he back of my mind.