Gay Erotic Stories

I'd known Rob since high school, almost ten years, though one night a few months ago our friendship developed into something more than either of us expected it to. Let me explain... Rob's a straight guy, 26; he has a defined physique, thick muscular thighs, powerful biceps and a rugged, handsome face. He has a buzz cut and a thick, long cock I'd seen many times in the locker room: we're best buddies and gym buddies, too. He's known I am gay since I came out at 18. In fact, he's the only one of my straight mates from my school days who accepted me as gay. As he told me all those years ago: "It doesn't float my boat mate, but each to their own!" We got on fine, and handsome as he is -- with a monster cock -- I never really fancied him. He's just my mate, y'know? One night after the gym, we headed back to Rob's place for a movie and a bite to eat. He rustled up a pasta dish and we settled down with a couple of beers to watch the movie. Within thirty minutes, we'd guessed the ending. Rob stood up, crossed the room and said, "Might as well turn it off mate: waste of money! I'm just gonna use the bathroom. There are some videos on the rack; feel free to pick another. Won't be a minute!" and he left the room. I browsed through the rack: Sci-Fi, mainly, which left me cold, and a couple of tapes, which weren't labeled. I picked one up and pushed it in the machine. Imagine my surprise when the tape plays and there's a beefy white guy on screen gettin' spitroasted by two black dudes! I mean, Rob gay or even bi?? No way, this had to be a joke, right?? I heard the toilet upstairs flush and in my panic pressed stop on the tape and returned to the sofa. "So, what's it gonna be then? You made a choice?" I stuttered in reply, "I'm kinda over the idea of a movie anyway." He was sitting in the armchair opposite, slugging his beer, legs apart and that thick cock stretching the denim jeans he was wearing. Right there and then I wanted to kneel between his legs, reach inside those jeans and pull out his meat, taste it and drink his hot load. My heart raced; I wanted to swallow his cock and feel his length deep inside me. Fuck knows why I came out with it, the guy could have punched me in the face; after all, gay porn could just be a wank fantasy; it doesn't mean he wants cock himself. But I blurted out, "I did find one movie which kinda surprised me... We could watch that, I guess. It's in the machine." "Well, hit the play button. I'll go grab us some more beers," he added, clueless! As he headed towards the kitchen, I pressed play. The sounds of men in ecstasy that came from the TV stopped Rob dead in his tracks. He spun around, aghast. His secret was out! He laughed nervously and said, "I was just curious, y'know... Wondered what you guys got up to. It don't mean I'm gay, Steve." "Want me to switch it off? Your secret's safe with me, matey!" I reassured him. "Nah, I'm cool with it. Besides," he laughed, "you wanna see the cum shots. Fuckin' amazin!" he added, and went to get the beers. Did this mean I'm gonna get laid, I wondered! By the time he returned, my cock was straining to be free of my jeans, a fact he noticed as he passed me a beer. I was hoping by now there was a fair chance of me getting laid tonight so I confidently asked, "Fancy jackin' off together, Rob?" His reaction took me by surprise: "Sure! Why not?" Putting his beer down he began to unbutton his jeans. "Here, let me!" I offered. He stood over me, legs apart while I hastily unleashed his huge man meat. It was swelling now and was fucking huge: I swear to God, it was 9 inches and not even fully erect. Greedily, I slid my tongue over his purple bell-end and he moaned in delight. "Ooh man!" he groaned, pushing his cock towards my eager mouth. I felt his hands cup my head firmly and he drew me towards his raging stiffy. I stretched my mouth and began to take him in, each stroke a little deeper. I looked up at him, keen to see his expression and I met his gaze; a huge grin flashed down at me. With slow, steady strokes he eased his cock further and further down my willing throat. "Fuck, Steve. You sure know how to give head, man!" he grunted. With a mouth full of hot hung stud, I could only reply with a mere, “Mmmmmmmmmmm…” He wasn't to know I'd never swallowed a cock so big before but I wasn't complaining and didn't want to stop in order to tell him so! His rhythm was increasing and I didn't want this to end so soon, so I pulled away. "Are you okay? Look, it's kinda weird so I understand if you wanna stop mate!" he began. "Are you serious? Fuck, Rob, I'm just getting started if that's okay with you!" I replied, adding, "I wanna rim your beefy straight ass and I'm hoping you wanna slip me your fucking huge length matey!" As if on cue, he turned around. I rose from the chair, taking off my clothes while he removed his. His body was beautiful and, for the next hour or so, all mine! I guided him to a doggy position and hungrily parted his buttocks then began tonguing his hot, tight ring. Rob groaned in delight, pushing his firm ass onto my stiff tongue as I explored a little deeper. I buried my face in his ass, eating like a man possessed while he tugged gently on his boner. I ran my tongue down between his ass and scrotum, sucking one of his plum-sized balls into my hot, hungry mouth. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take, never mind the straight guy, so again I pulled away. "Man, you are one hot little fucker, Steve!" he grinned as he turned around to face me. His thick, veiny tool confirmed his opinion. "Now I wanna bury my cock in your hole… return the favour, if that's okay with you?" "How would you like me? On my hands and knees? On top, sitting astride you? Or on my back?" I quizzed. "I just want to fuck your tight little ass, Steve. Whatever's most comfortable, mate!" I thought, with a tool that resembles a beer can, comfort isn't really an option so I got down on my hands and knees. His strong hands gripped my waist as he positioned himself behind me. "You'll need some of this..." I added, reaching for a sachet of lube from my wallet. "It ain't a wet pussy, Rob!" He laughed as he tore open the sachet with his teeth, spread it over his swollen head and shaft then wiped his wet fingers over my eager pink rosebud. He pushed a finger deep inside and I released a primitive moan. "That feel good? Want another?" he asked, but before I could answer, a second finger joined the first. "It's gonna need a bit of stretching, Rob, if you don't wanna tear me apart with your thick fuckin' cock!" He finger-fucked my ass for a couple of minutes more then withdrew them quickly, sending shockwaves coursing through my body. I then felt the heat and size of his manhood pressing against my eager man cunt. With strong hands, he pulled me towards him, burying his meat deep inside my hole. "That okay for you?" he asked, sincerely. "Ahhh, yeah. Fuck yeah. Rob, I want it hard and fast. Fuck me like a slut, mate. I wanna feel ALL of you inside me!" Rob was keen to deliver and he pounded my fuckin’ ass like a beast. He varied his rhythm, withdrawing so far I felt the rim of his bell-end retreat from my ass before he plunged it slowly, deep inside once more with hot, fast fuck strokes, which left me feeling raw. "Aww man, your ass feels good,” he panted as he drove his tool deep inside my canal, his rhythm increasing steadily now. "Oh Rob, fuck me...harder...fuck me!" He plowed away at my tender ass; then threw his head back in ecstasy as he pumped strings of man juice deep into my gut. I pulled furiously at my own tool, clamping down tightly over his as I shot a stream of hot, white jizz onto the maple wood floor of his living room. He collapsed on top of me, breathless and hard. "Guess I ain’t just curious after all, Steve," he whispered. "That's fine by me Rob. Anytime," I answered as his lips found mine for a passionate kiss.