Gay Erotic Stories

I sat on the bed as Steve began unbuckling his belt. I pulled him close to me and slapped his hands away. I wanted to unwrap his package. I unbuttoned his chinos and then slid down his zipper; it was awesome feeling his bulging cock with the slow zipping. As his chinos dropped to the floor I began licking the front of his emerald green boxer-briefs. He was throbbing and I could tell he probably wouldn’t last long. I wanted to taste him but I knew I had to get him up inside my ass soon before it was too late. I think Steve could read my mind because he tilted my head to meet his gaze and he said “don’t rush anything or try to stop it from happening, we have all night. Plus, I took tomorrow off. We have lots of time to do everything we want to do.”

Needless to say his first load wasn’t in my ass. I slid down his undies and gave him the best blow job of my life. Steve didn’t even bask in the afterglow of his orgasm. He immediately set to the task of getting me out of my pants. I loved seeing the expression on his face when he saw that I was wearing a black jock strap. It was almost as if fate wanted me to wear something that would already have my ass exposed and available for his use. He flipped me over on the bed and dove tongue first into my crack. I know how much I typically enjoying rimming a hot ass, but let me tell you the way Steve worked my hole basically told me that I had been missing immense amounts of pleasure in not giving in to my secret desires to bottom.

While eat my sweet spot, Steve worked one of his hands between my pelvis and the bed. He found my still jock strap covered cock and within a few seconds of gushing in the most electric orgasm of my life. He crawled all the way on top of me and collapsed on to my back, kissing my neck. I could tell that his cock was on the verge of springing back to life but that we each needed a few minutes of recovery before continuing a night of lust, passion, and love.

It was while Steve was kissing my neck and searching for my hands with his so that we could hold each other’s digits, that I heard a very subtle but gradually intensifying sound. It sounded like clapping…from two sets of hands. Steve heard the noise as I did and we both turned our heads toward the direction of the sound and both received a major shocking view. There in the doorway to Steve’s bedroom stood Ryan and his best friend Coit. Each had an obvious erection in their jeans and which they began rubbing as they stopped clapping now that they had our attention.

Ryan laughed and then said “wow, I just confirmed my suspicions about both my dad and Mr. Jackson being gay. I just had no idea I would find them both together. Watching you two was totally hot.” Coit nodded his head in agreement especially with the last statement. “Dad,” Ryan resumed, “to think that I was just coming by to grab a pack of condoms from my room that I had forgotten to take with me and Coit on our camping trip. We heard your amazing noises and had to see the action for ourselves. Now Coit and I might have to immediately put a couple of them to use before we resume the journey to the camp site.”

Steve and I both started laughing. Our initial embarrassment having gone with the official learning that Ryan too was gay. School was going to be very entertaining once Spring Break was over, especially since Ryan and Coit were both in the same class with me. That night, which wasn’t over yet, was only the beginning of my relationship with Steve. We eventually moved in together. Once in a while I get a hankering to be on top, but typically Steve gives my ass all the pleasure it needs. Thank goodness Ryan didn’t do his homework, or I might not ever have meet the love of my life.

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