Gay Erotic Stories

I met Aaron like three weeks ago at baseball tryouts. The team was pretty stacked with talent and it didn’t look like anyone was going to walk on, only two did, Aaron and myself. He had played high school ball at a prep school in Connecticut where rich fuckers like him went. OK, that less than flattering description aside, A (as we called him) was a really cool guy, none of the pretentiousness that I would’ve expected knowing he was from a wealthy family. Anyhow, Aaron and I became friends after we made the team, seeing as the rest of the guys looked down on us, being walk-ons, we sort of became a clique of two. A definitely wasn’t a shy guy. The first day of practice he announced to the team he was gay, in the showers of all places! This little scruffy guy Marco yelled, “Yo, freshman, when you grow up you’ll get a fat cock like this.” I sort of chuckled and turned away. A, balls to the walls as he is, turned toward Marco and said, “Shit man, my faggot ass could use a piece like that. What are you up to tonight?” The place fell silent except for the water running over our naked bodies. “You really a fag, man?” asked Matt, smiling a little too much to be in a room with 20 other naked guys “Yes sir! Cocksucker, first class, sir!” Aaron mocked turning back to the wall. “Don’t get upset if I check out your cocks, boys. Be flattered, even though you won’t get blown. And keep your flaming queenie friends away from me: if I wanted a bitch I’d get one.” All the guys laughed “You’re all right,” Matt laughed, slapping A on the back before heading out to towel off. I was more than a little intrigued, but I guess I should tell you a little about A. Basically the reason he didn’t get much shit is because he is… Diesel. Built. Fuckin’ rock solid. Straight guys get hard-ons thinking about his bod. About 6’3,” 225 lbs. with a huge upper torso. He was all natural, kind of hairy, didn’t shave his pubes or anything, with a dark complexion and a bush of curly black hair on his head. Like a Greek god, tanned and in the flesh. None of that pretty boy stuff, A was as masculine as they came. He and I were friends like I said. I was attracted to his honesty…shit, I was attracted to his body. Me, I’m a big guy too, 6’2,” 220 more balanced than A, lightly tanned with brown hair and VERY curious. When A and I met, I had just broken up with my girlfriend and because we were having a fall training camp before school started, he was one of the few people I had met and therefore, at this point one of my only friends. It didn’t bother me that he was gay. It freaked me a little that he was out, but only because I wasn’t. I was definitely interested in experimentation, but the sight of a nice rack gave me the same rise whether it was silicon enhanced tits, or gym-built pecs. Because we were the new guys on the team, we also ended up rooming together for road trips. Our first was to Quinnipiac, a school back up in Connecticut a few minutes past A’s hometown. While he didn’t get any shit about being gay, I heard it all about him. “Watch your ass at night, Todd.” “Yo, if Aaron tries to rape your ass just take it, you’ll get ripped up if you try to escape.” And my favorite: “Hey man, we know A’s a pitcher, but you might go from 3rd baseman to catcher pretty quick rooming with that guy.” To be honest, I was intrigued by what would happen, but figured since he was near his hometown he’d probably not even sleep in the hotel with us. “Hey man, you don’t mind do you?” A asked me when we were unpacking at the Sheraton. “Mind what?” I said. “Rooming with me, knowing that I’m into guys, dipshit,” he laughed. “No, I just don’t know how I can control myself in the presence of such a sex god,” I joked back. “Ha,” he struck back. “Well, I was thinking the same thing.” My face must have broken its calm veneer for a split second as A pointed at me. “Gotcha,” he said. Before I knew it, the coach was calling us to the bus; we did have a game to play. Baseball, that is. A was great: he only gave up three hits and one run…unfortunately, our offense wasn’t quite up to par and we lost 1-0. Yes, we were berated by the coach, except for Aaron that is. Coach Wisnewski, said and I quote, “Maybe I oughta field a whole team of nellies as you straight fucks were two busy twisting your dicks to play ball.” No one laughed and A wasn’t sure whether to feel complimented or insulted. The post-game festivities basically boiled down to the guys who were seniors sneaking out to hit one of the bars and the rest of us, reveling in the joys of free cable and the occasional cigar. “Yo, A-man!” I started, having said the words to myself a million and five times. “Huh?” `he grunted, barely looking up from Wheel Of Fortune. “What’s it like?” I said, basically choking on the words I couldn’t believe I was even saying. “Well, they put a phrase up and you try to solve the puzzle, kind of like hangman for money,” he said sarcastically. “Look, we’re friends,” I said. “I’ve been curious about it for a while, but never knew anyone I trusted to try it with and not have the whole world know.” “Well, I don’t have the home game here,” he joked. “And really, the whole point is kinda null and void without Vanna” “C’mon dude,” I said. “I’m serious.” “I know you are,” he said, sitting unbearably close to me. “I kinda thought you might be interested since we met, but I figured, you know, I’d let you make the first move.” “I am coming to you,” I said. Then, I kissed him, one hand on his back, the other finding the bottom of his taut V-neck T-shirt. “God, can straight boys kiss!” he moaned after my tongue had finished its invasion of his willing lips. “How much do you want to know?” “Everything,” I said, my hand teasing his nipple mercilessly since the kiss. He got up and locked the door. I was shocked at what happened next. He devoured me. The next kiss was the strongest I’d had in my life. I thought I would cum right there. He was so fucking powerful and I loved the thrill of it. The kiss was hot. The fact that it felt somehow wrong made it even hotter. He was like an animal, unstoppable, as if I’d want to stop him. “I want you, man,” he moaned. He ran his hands through my hair and he sucked my chest with bruising ferocity. He kissed me so passionately it was almost violent. I couldn’t speak. It was everything I’d ever wanted from a guy, and in the flesh it was ten times more intense than anything I’d ever done with any girl, and we were just kissing at this point. The air was sucked out of me and we were still dressed. I wanted him to the point I couldn’t even think. All I could do was feel delirious pleasure as he sucked my nipples and then blew across them all the while fondling my hard-on through my sweatpants. The kisses were fast and mind numbing; he was full of lust. There was nothing gentle about it. He was like a wild animal devouring his prey, while said prey squirmed and squealed, writhed and moaned, only I wasn’t about to die, I was in sheer ecstasy. Suddenly the brute with arms of steel tore my shirt off: it was an old favorite tee, but Aaron was worth it. I reached down and felt a good six inches of man meat that I was dying for him to plow into me, as our dirty, sweaty grinding was getting me riled up like a virgin in an orgy. His tiny nipples were like knives, so hard they almost dug into me. My hands touching every inch of his dripping, fluid body he moved around back to finally fuck me senseless. He pulled down my pants, but my boxers were far luckier. Flicking his tongue across my cloth covered cock, I wanted to scream, but the hotel had thin walls, all the energy I wanted to scream out got transferred back to my bucking cock. “Any last words, stud?” Aaron said between incredibly erotic gyrations. “Every night,” I managed. Sweat dripping from every pore in my body as I was fucking ravished by this inhuman beast of a lover. I had no clue what was happening; it just felt incredible. Suddenly, I felt my face being slapped. Hard. I didn’t know what was happening. I was suddenly terrified that maybe this was a bad move after all. I really didn’t know this guy too well: he said he was gay, but shit, I could be in serious trouble because this jock stud had me hornier than hell. “Big daddy likes it rough,” A groaned. He got an inch away from my face and said, “Tell me how bad you want my cock, you filthy fuck.” Whew, I smiled in relief. “I want you to screw me so good that I cum for weeks,” I whispered in his ear. “You like it rough, bro?” he said. “Hell yeah!” I said, maybe a bit too loud. “Jesus Christ,” he swore. “I might make a cocklover of you yet, can you handle this shit man?” “Bro, FUCK ME,” I nearly screamed as much as someone can in a whisper. He hadn’t lubed up for my cherry ass, it all happened so fast. We were both so fucking horny, I didn’t think it would matter. Then, he slammed his rod into me. It hurt so bad I was stunned, seeing fucking stars. The intense pleasure was gone; I was almost in shock. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “I’m so sorry dude.” “It gets better, right?” I grunted. “Yeah man, I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “Then fuck it away, fast!” I groaned. He got on his side began to slam in and out of me mercilessly. I bit down on a pillow to avoid being outed and ripped a new bigger asshole at the same time. Suddenly, my nipples got hard again. I wanted him fucking me like he was. “Harder,” I moaned after a few minutes of painful delirium. A lifted my legs and slammed into my prostate; I came right away. “More,” I whispered. He reached down and licked the cum off my stomach and cock never missing a stroke. “You are a fucking sex god,” I moaned, not giving a fuck about the volume. Suddenly my ass was dripping wet and the intense fucking had stopped. It took me a while to catch my breath; I had cum three times over this man. “Shit, man,” A said to me. “I’ve been with more than a few guys; you’re no amateur, man. If you are, you’re a natural.” Still out of breath, my mind started coming back to me. “Wow,” I said, staring at naked, hulking, pitcher extraordinaire Aaron. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of his cell phone. It read: “Call ended: 16:52”. “Holy shit man,” I yelled. Before I could even tell Aaron why I was so alarmed, the door was opening. In a pair of white mesh shorts that left little to the imagination, in strutted Matt. Matt, the lanky 6’ outfielder who was so interested in Aaron’s sexuality looked damn good when his red hair wasn’t matted in the shower or by a ball cap, especially when you could see his matching treasure trail…but that’s another story.