Gay Erotic Stories

A Trip to Denver Jason and I were in Denver on a business trip. Our employer had sent us there for training on a piece of automated equipment for the food processing plant where we worked. Normally when our employer spent money to train employees, they were generous with the expense accounts. However, in an effort to save a few dollars the company allowed expenses for only one room for the two of us at the motel. It was a very nice place, but spending a week sharing a room gave me some doubts. Jason and I spent the day in training and then were more or less forced to spend our evenings together as well. I was worried that this would put a strain on the two of us. On the up side of the situation was the fact that Jason was a super guy. Jason was seven years younger than me. He was six feet tall, blond and blue eyed. His personality was quiet. He was the type of fellow who didn't say much for a long period of time and then would suddenly give way to a bout of talking. In many cases, the subject of his talk made it sound as if it were something that he had been thinking about for a long time. In the past, he had talked to me about a number of things. Most often it was some aspect of work that he had been thinking about, but on a few occasions he had discussed marital problems. We were both married and I suppose he felt comfortable talking about more personal problems with me. Jason had a strong sense of right and wrong when it came to dealing with these subjects. In short, I considered him to be a good man, a very good friend, and fellow worker. It was Wednesday. We had arrived in Denver on Sunday afternoon and had been attending training sessions for three days. Our evenings so far had consisted of a good meal followed by cocktails, and on one occasion, a movie. Watching television in our room was our choice of entertainment on this day. We lay in our beds and watched several shows and then the late news. Jason showered and got into bed to go to sleep. I did the same. We turned out the lights and calmed down for sleep. The motel room was not totally dark even with the room lights out. As in so many motels, the outer approaches to the rooms are well lit and even with the drapes closed, quite a bit of light is present. I didn't go to sleep immediately and lay there for some minutes. I had looked over at Jason's bed several times and it was obvious from his movements that he was not asleep either. I heard him clear his throat and had noticed that as he lay on his back that his hand was at his crotch. He repeatedly moved his hand under the bed clothes and appeared to be manipulating his dick. Not masturbating, but holding and maybe squeezing it. He suddenly spoke. He said, "Would you mind if I asked you a question?" In the past, this was a signal that he had been in one of his thinking moods and had reached a point where he wanted to talk about something. Of course I said that I didn't mind at all. What followed surprised me, and even now I tend to think of the events that evening as kind of a fantasy. He said, "Would you think I was queer if I asked you to rub my dick?" He went on to explain that he was horny, that he and his wife had not had relations for a week or more because of some minor disagreement. The tone of his explanation was on the apologetic side, but it didn't sound as if he were embarrased to ask. In truth, his statements were very matter-of-fact. I listened as he talked and then said that I understood his feelings and that I didn't think it was necessarily "queer" of him to ask. I gave a brief account of my adolescent years when my brother and I had traded hand jobs on more than one occasion. I told him that handling another man's dick in no way made a person suddenly turn from straight to gay. I said that I regarded it simply as one friend helping out another friend. Jason tossed the bed coverings off and sat up on the edge of his bed and looked in my direction. I said nothing at that point, but instead threw back my own coverings and slapped the edge of my bed. He stood and stepped over to my bed. He folded his right leg under himself and sat on the right side of my bed facing me. My own dick had already stiffened up and made a bulge in my Jockey shorts. Jason's penis was making a major tent in his shorts as well. We both paused for a few seconds and looked in each other's direction. Even though the room lighting was poor, I could see that he was looking at my face steadily. He said nothing, but I could hear him breathing rather heavily. Jason then without preparation reached over and put his hand on my crotch. I immediately reached over and began to fondle his dick. I could feel through his shorts that Jason had a rather fat dick. It didn't seem very long, but it had a very hefty feel to it. As we massaged each other's dicks, Jason began to breathe even heavier. It was obvious that what we were doing was exciting to him and to me as well. He put his fingers under the waistband of my shorts and pulled downward exposing my six and a half inches. I moved my hands to my shorts and began to push them off my hips. He stood and dropped his shorts to the floor and returned to the same position, sitting near my thighs. His hairy right leg lay across my own and gave me a shiver of pleasure. We resumed our fondling and rubbing actions. I put my finger to the head of Jason's dick and felt the hole lightly. It was dry at this point, but as I continued to gently rub the tip, it suddenly became wet and silky smooth. Jason let out with a soft moan and tilted his head backward. His hand did not leave my own dick, but continued to hold and squeeze lightly. I placed my hand around his thick cock and started to pull it up and down slowly. Jason followed suit and started to jack my root as well. Jason's eyes were staring downward at my dick as we continued. As all this went on neither of us spoke, but Jason's breathing became heavier and faster. My own level of excitement increased as well. He then surprised me beyond belief. He shifted his position downward slightly toward my feet and leaned over me with his hands on either side of my hips. He paused for a moment, hesitating with his head downward. He then slowly lowered his head to my dick, his lips just an inch away. I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive dick. I could not see well, but well enough to see him extend his tongue and then feel it as he licked the underside of my penis. It was all I could do to keep from screaming as his tongue wet my dick and made me arch my back in pleasure. He licked the underside of my root several times, but did not put it in his mouth. I put my hand to his head to lower his lips hoping that he would actually suck my dick. He suddenly sat upright and softly said "Unh-Unh", meaning "No" I softly spoke and suggested that we change positions and allow him to lie down. We swapped places, allowing Jason to lie down and me to sit upright. The dick rubbing continued as before. I then did as Jason had done and leaned over to put my own lips next to his dick. And in the same way, I licked the underside of his root. Jason became absolutely rigid. His entire body stiffened and he moaned loudly. I repeated the licking, amazed at the reaction it produced. Several times, as I ran my tongue over his dick, it jerked quickly and slapped my lips softly. I could taste the musky, salty flavor of the juices that covered the end of his dick. Since Jason had not wanted to suck my dick, I felt I should not suck his for fear that it would label one or both of us as "queer". We had gone far beyond what I ever could have imagined in our sexual activities and it was very pleasing and acceptable to both of us. So weighing all that, I elected not to suck on his penis. However, at this point my nuts were starting to feel heavy and were beginning to get very sensitive to touch. I knew we both had to get off. With those thoughts in mind, I moved and sat across Jason's thighs and placed my dick against his and clasped both of them in my hand. Putting my other hand to my mouth, I wet it with saliva and covered both roots with lubrication. I began to jack us both off at the same time. The friction of my hand in combination with the rubbing of one dick against the other made both of us grunt frequently. Jason lifted his head from the pillow several times and watched our dicks as I jacked us off. After looking at the pair of dicks he would drop his head back on the pillow and moan. As he reacted to my efforts, his legs stiffened up. I knew he was going to cum. Just the thought of him squeezing a load triggered me. I knew I could not wait for him to cum first. I spoke softly and said I was going to shoot my wad. I took my own dick, dropped his, and began to give myself the needed stroke to make me shoot. I put my left hand to my scrotum and felt my nuts pulling upward near the base of my root. As my balls tightened, I gently rubbed them and began to take short quick breaths. I watched as Jason put both hands behind his head and lifted it as if to get a better view of my ejaculation. I felt the pressure build in my lower abdomen and around my asshole. I pressed my left hand under my nuts and felt the sharp contractions of muscle as the orgasm began. I felt the semen pulse upward and could feel the repeated squirts as they travelled past my fist. I jerked my back to an upright position and cried out. Five jets of semen left the point of my dick. They fell across Jason's stomach and I could hear him making soft "MMmm..." sounds as they covered his body. I am one of those who don't shoot very far, but I make up for it in volume. My semen shoots out in huge gooey globs that tend to stick on everything. Jason's abs were spotted in big puddles of my load. I sat across Jason's thighs and panted as I recovered. Jason said something like "Jeezus....." and looked down at his stomach. He then reached for his stomach and scooped up my cum in his hand and fingers, applying it to his own dick. His fist encircled his root and started to stroke his penis. I could hear the sucking and sqwishing sounds as my cum lubed his dick. I could smell the bleach-like odor of my cum as it made a froth on his fist. He moaned and stiffened his body as before. I assisted him by reaching out with one hand and rubbing one of his nipples, the other hand at his nuts. Jason jerked violently and made crying sounds as his orgasm began. He didn't slow his stroking fist as the semen began to pump out of his dick. As a result, his load was scattered all over his body and on the sheets. I felt some of his load hit my chest. His cries of pleasure made me wonder if someone next door to us might hear. After the last jerk of his body, he lay quiet and silent. I got up from the bed and went to the bath and wet a towel with warm water and wiped the semen off my body. I then returned with the towel to Jason and began to wipe the goo off of his body as well. We both laughed lightly, commenting about the noise we had made. Each of us claiming the other was noisier. Jason got out of bed and put his shorts on and paused for a second. He suggested we both share his bed since mine was wet. I agreed. We got into bed and went to sleep on our sides with Jason at my back, his arm around my chest. It felt good and comforting to know I had a friend who would share something very private with another male friend without guilt.