Gay Erotic Stories

"Straight Boy - Part One" The first time I saw Pat, I wasn’t impressed. He was 19, skinny, and still had braces on his teeth. The earrings in both ears sort of confused me, since our common friend Roger told me he was straight. Then I began to notice his eyes. Deep blue and piercing, they often wandered where a straight guy’s eyes wouldn’t wander. A few weeks later, while partying with my friend John, we ran out of pot. I fished Pat’s number out of my wallet and called him. He said sure, he could set something up, but I’d have to drive. I picked him up around the corner from his parents’ house and we drove across town to make the deal. On the way back, Pat said he wanted to party with me. When I told him I was hanging out at John’s, he said "Oh, that’s cool." I didn’t know what to think. Pat MUST know that John is gay – the whole world knows John is gay! So, I decided to "test the waters". I told Pat that John has been wanting to suck his dick for a long time, and he’d probably try again. Pat just said "whatever". We arrived at John’s house to a skinny fag, hands on hips, bitching about how long it took to get the weed. Fuck you, John, just be glad I didn’t take off and not come back. Then he saw Pat in my car, and all was forgiven. John started right in on Pat, complimenting him on his clothes, his hair, his body. I almost wretched. What did John see in this skinny straight runt? He was just here to smoke our weed and nothing more. Or, so I thought……. About an hour after sparking the first bong load, John had his shoes and shirt off, and was sitting on the floor next to Pat, who was on the couch. When I left the room to pee, I’m sure John totally propositioned Pat, ‘cause when I came out of the bathroom, they were walking into John’s bedroom. John gave me the "shush" finger on his lips, so I just sat down in front of the TV and channel surfed. After a few minutes, they both came out of the bedroom, and Pat had a really strange look, while John was licking his lips, muttering about how good it was. Pat suddenly looked at me in horror. "What?" I said. "Hey dude, you can’t tell anyone about this, OK?" Pat responded. "Yeah, right. Just as long as I get to sample your sausage." He just looked at me and said OK. I couldn’t believe it. Pat, the "Don Juan in his own mind" just agreed to a blow job. I stood up and told him to "drop trou" and sit on the couch. I closed the drapes, and assumed the position in front of him. What I saw astonished me. Pat’s cock was long! This skinny kid had 8 inches soft, and God-knows-what when hard. I sort of gulped, leaned forward, and grasped his cock in my hand. I licked up and down the shaft a bit, around his balls, then took the head into my mouth. Soft and silky at first, he got hard in a hurry. And moaned a bit, too. Pat didn’t last long. The steady stream of pre-cum that drooled into my mouth while I sucked him turned into a torrent of hot boy-cum down my throat. I struggled to keep most of it in my mouth, swallowing as he shot. John looked on in amazement, hands on hips in his typical queeny-bitch style. "That was great, dude", an out of breath Pat whispered. "Thanks." "You can have that any time you want, Pat." I said. "Cool….." I sensed that Pat had enjoyed all this and might want a lot more. Stay tuned for Part 2 to find out what happens to our Straight Boy. If you have comments on this story, email me: sonomadude@hotmail.com