Gay Erotic Stories

I know that everybody collects a certain amount of friends that they always feel comfortable with-- to have fun, to argue a point, to workout, to laugh with, to eat. . .you fill in the blanks. Then, there are those serious friends who want you to share your thoughts and they in turn can have someone like you to share their thoughts. Also, there are future friends--at least, that's what I call them. They don't know you, you wish you knew them, and someday that opportunity of friendship will get closer. That happened to me in high school after waiting two years. I expected it to happen in my sophomore year of college after this summer term concludes. It happened quicker than I thought. Last week, having the "opportunity" to renew my failings of last semester with the same damn professor and the same course, I headed again to the student cafeteria for what has been affectionately called, "lunch." Only because of its convenience does it provide nourishment for so many people. It's a great place to meet people, too. During my freshman semesters, when I would leave the cafeteria, inevitably I would see or meet again and again, Cale Young coming in. It got to be funny for both of us. . .it was a daily ritual that we did not time out to happen - if I left 5 minutes earlier or later - there was Cale arriving during that time period. Not that I minded being late or early because he was physically hunky and handsome. Just one of those people who has it all including personality. Almost all. . .he was not that smart, as I found out. But he knew what he had physically. Cale was a ranch-raised, meat and potatoes farm boy, Wrangler wearing, boot-scooting cowboy who also played high school football. Tight shirts and jeans. Tight workout shorts and T-shirts. Even tight dress slacks and sports shirts. Along with that was a warm, meltdown smile. A soft drawl with a deep voice. But, he was frustrated with university requirements! At least, when we finally had something to say to each other, other than "Hi" in the cafeteria, we talked course work, home work, study requirements, graduation requirements. It just didn't seem to be of value to him to remember any of this. He always had something new or old to talk about in these areas. I didn't mind at all. Through these conversations Cale became a friend. Once he saw that I would tolerate his incessant questions about material he did not care about, I became a "do ya wanna" friend. "Do ya wanna go work out with me? Do ya wanna study in the library? Do ya wanna eat?" That's all we did, though. I tagged along when he would ask -- just to show him consistency when I was asked to do something. Last week, for the first time since the first summer term started, I met him coming into the cafeteria. "What are you doin' here?" he complained. I asked the same thing. "Well, mah dad sed Ah cud do some summer job work here for the first summer term and then come hep him at the ranch durin' the second term so that I could earn some extra money and still work out in the weight room here." "Oh. Well, if ya want to do something, like eat or whatever, I'm taking a summer course. Whatever," I said. "Fuck I'm bored as a dead toad. I don't know anybody here. Just workin and workin out alone. I'm staying at the hotel cause I don't want to stay in the dorm. I'm working there too. Come on over tonight and let's plan anything. I don't care what we do. Here's the address and my room and the phone. Show up!" "OK! I'll call you this afternoon." Awesome. How lucky can I get. And how do I not fuck this up? Go slow. Be determined. Shit. I arrived in "mah Wranglers" and "mah boots." He was dressed to kill--tight everything AND spurs. "We're not ridin' in a rodeo," I said. "No, but Ah'm inchin' to feel like Ah'm dressed up and goin' somewhere instead of just bein' alone. Take me otta here, Matt!" We ate at the best steak house in town. Saw a great movie, too. "Come on back to mah room. Don't go yet! You don't got class 'til 10, raht? It's only 10 now. Will ya spend the night? You can git up early to go change clothes. Ah got a shower and towels and everythang! OK?" "Sure." I went first to the shower and came out with my hardest hard on. I lit up one of my cigs and said, "You're turn." Well, he didn't move off to take his turn too quickly. But I told him to hurry up. I lay back on the top of his single bed with my dick Pointing to the ceiling. When he returned, he found one hand wrapped around The base of my dick and the other lightly squeezing my balls. "Is this like a big hint or somethin'?" Cale said. "A hint. No, I'm just horny, Cale. Is this what you do when you want to hint?" "Ah. Well, no. I, ah, shit, Matt. That funkin' hardon is distractin' my head. What did you ask?" "I said, Do you want to fuck around?" "Ah, ya asked that? Ah thought it was. . .well, shit, yeah. Just me and you and nobidy else to know? That kinda stuff? OK?" "Oh yeah, Cale. I don't kiss and tell. Oh, fuck, Cale. Pump that dick with your. . .or suck it motherfu. . .oh, shit, yeah, suck them nutts. Oh, fuckin' slow down cowboy. I don't got class til 10 tomorrow. Slow the fuck down, Cale. Wait. Don't fuck me yet. We got all. . .oh shit, shove that horse dick up my butt. Oh, shit, yeah, do me. Oh, fuck, Cale, do me all night. All summer. Oh, yeah, the rest of mah fuckin' life!" I guess ya don't fuck around til ya talk a little bit about school and about life with cowboy studs first. "Yep."