Gay Erotic Stories

Although my stories as all good stories should come from my own life experience, they have been appropriately fictionalized to protect the innocent and entertain the reader. They are intended for adults only. DARK DREAMS BY JIMBO The first few weeks of freshman year were rainy, dreary and lonely. I had enrolled too late to get a room in the dorm and was spending most of my scholarship money to rent a room in a private house off campus. I was homesick. I missed the older man, an Italian construction worker, who had been my lover back home. The college was such a small, conservative liberal arts school that I knew I had to keep my secret very secret or I would be black balled throughout the campus. My only friend was the landlord's son who was also eighteen and a freshman. (Someday I must tell you about him.) But he was a handsome football player who had a reputation of having fucked every girl in town and I was an underweight nerd with no real distinction who liked men. Several weeks after school started I was called to the Dean's office. He said that a room had opened up for me in the dorm and I was thrilled. It would be much cheaper to live on campus and easier for me to make friends, I thought. The Dean said that my roommate would be Don Edwards and my jaw dropped. "You mean I get to room with the captain of the football team, the best singer on campus, and one of the best liked students at the college!" "You don't mind that he's black?" the Dean asked. I was shocked. I had no such prejudice and was ecstatic at the thought of associating, even if briefly, with one of the finest people in the world. So I moved in and in a rather unique way Don and I got along very well. He was as big as I was small. Broad powerful shoulders tapered to an amazingly small waist which rode above the most powerful legs I had ever seen. His beautiful mahogany skin shone like polished wood carvings and encased the most beautifully and perfectly formed muscles I had ever seen. He was twenty- four years old having postponed college for a couple of years to work in a steel mill to earn the money to supplement his athletic scholarship. He was an art student and his impressive work covered the walls of our room. When he was in the dorm, he walked around wearing only the whitest Hanes briefs I had ever seen. They always looked as if they had just come from the package and nightly I dreamed that I could get into his package. He moved with such beauty and grace and spoke so gently and kindly that I was enraptured. One three-day holiday weekend after we had roomed together almost two months, we were among the very few men left in the dorm. It was one of those "dead" weekends when almost everyone went home except the scholarship students who couldn't afford the travel expenses. Friday night we lay on our bunks making "man talk." It didn't work too well. I didn't know much about sports or girls. Finally he said, "I guess you don't get much either." "Much of what?" "Pussy. Girls. You never seem to date and there aren't any black girls on campus for me to date. How come you got no girl?” "I guess they wouldn't be much interested in a skinny shrimp like me." "What do you mean? You' a good lookin' kid and you got as much hose as most any of these white boys." I blushed. Any mention of genitalia sent me into a dither and I was afraid I would say the wrong thing. "Guess I'm not too interested," I blurted out. He sat up on his bunk and exclaimed, "Don't tell me you queer!?" I caught my breath at the shocking word, saw my life pass before my eyes like a dying man, realized that my career at this college was over...and started to cry like a baby. Don moved over onto my bunk and put his arm around my shoulder. "It's okay," he said. "You ain't the first queer I met and probably won't be the last. I don't go for that stuff, but I don't guess you had anything to do with makin' yourself that way. You can't help it. Don't worry. I ain't telling nobody. You' my buddy. Come on. Tell me all about it. We got the whole night to talk." I was sobbing like a small boy and all the pent up frustration of these first months at college spilled out. I told him everything. When I had finished with the story of my life, he walked back over to his bunk, lay on his back with his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. There was a long silence. When he opened his eyes, he looked at me and said, "What do you guys do anyway?" I thought for awhile and then told him in the most hygienic and sanitized terms possible how homosexuals have sex. Again there was a very long pause as he lay there with his eyes closed. Then he turned his head toward me and said, "White boy like you wouldn't be gettin' no idea about a nigger like me would you?" "How can you call yourself that word. You are the finest person I have ever met...and the kindest...and the most talented...and the most beautiful. And you'd never believe how many times I've cum in my pants just thinking about touching you." There was another long pause. The silence was deafening. Then he opened his eyes again and gave me one of his hypnotic, flashing smiles and said, "Go ahead." "Go ahead -- what?" I said in disbelief. "Hell, man! There ain't nobody around. Lock that door and do whatever you want to me. I can take it. You wouldn't believe what I been through. Go ahead. Touch me if you want to so bad. I locked the door and walked to his bed. I knelt beside the bed on the floor and gingerly touched the nubby hair on his amazing pectorals with the tips of my fingers. When my courage surmounted my pounding heartbeat, I got up the nerve to run my whole hand over his whole chest. I looked up at his beautiful face. His smile lit up the room. "That's all you want? Go ahead. Take all you want. It's all yours. I got no place to go." I got up my nerve and began to run my hands over his whole body, carefully avoiding what was under the Hanes briefs and which was swelling rapidly. "Hey, man, you better get them underwear’s off pretty soon or I'm gonna burst them. And while you're at it get them silly pajamas off. Real men don't wear pajamas to bed. That's for little boys and we real men now. I slid his briefs down and as I stood to remove my boyish pajamas looked at the magnificent body stretched out on that bed. No sculptor could create more beauty with the human form as inspiration. I couldn't restrain myself. Full of shame the tears burst forth again. His long arm shot out and his huge hands caught me at the waist and pulled me down of the bed beside him. His arms and legs entwined my body and I was completely enveloped by the world's most perfectly developed body. I was in heaven and the tears flowed as they hadn't since I was a child. "Hey, man! I thought this was what you wanted. Now quit the crying and do me up the way you wanted to. Teach me, professor." Professor had been my nickname for years. I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes and then I impulsively kissed him on the lips. It was a tiny kiss from a small person. I felt his powerful arms holding me closer and he returned my peck with a French kiss deeper than I had ever felt before or since. I began to cover his face and neck with kisses. I worked my way down his body losing my inhibitions and licking and kissing everything. The six-pack abs were astonishing! But on the abs was the fully erect penis. It was the largest I've seen. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to take it all. I wanted him so badly but I did not want to be face-fucked by that. I began to kiss and lick it. He moaned in pleasure and gently stroked my hair. Bit by bit, I worked my way down to the marvelous testicles covered with and surrounded by the softest nubbiest hair in the world. I licked those balls voraciously and then ate my way up the shaft to the throbbing head. I positioned myself and moved to take the monster into my throat. He was so aroused but so gentle. I heard him murmur that nothing like this had ever happened to him before but, although his entire powerful body seemed to be in motion, he did not force me. The climax when it came was the sweetest I had ever tasted and filled me completely. I drew back and looked apprehensively at him. Would I now get a punch in the mouth or worse? He was still smiling. He pulled me down on top of him and began to move my whole body up and down on his. I weaned to cum, but didn't dare to, and I felt his huge member pressing against my stomach. I was so aroused I couldn't think straight. I realized that I could hold back no longer and that I was going to shoot my wad all over him. But as I climaxed, I realized that he was cumming again! We lay in that position for a long time. I slept and he did too. When I awakened he was looking with a smile into my face. "I think we both need a shower and something to eat," he said. It was an odd time of the evening, but we went into the public gang shower together. I washed his body and kissed him all over in the shower. Finally I knelt before him and sucked him entirely into my mouth. He moaned and groaned with pleasure and when he had shot still another load into my eager mouth, he said, "Damn good thing football season is over. I don't think I'm gong to have the strength left to resist you all weekend." We dressed and went out for pizza. I was thrilled a t being seen in public with him and he introduced me to the few people we met as "my best buddy." We spent most of that weekend in our room. He never became more actively involved or participatory, but as his professor, I was a good teacher and I rejoiced in servicing every part of him. At the end of the weekend he said, "Now do you feel better, little fella?" "Yes, but what happens now?" "Nothing. You won't ever mention this and neither will I. And we won't ever do nothin like this again, okay?" I agreed. But I lied. On at least four more occasions that year I was able to pay full and complete lip service to the most wonderful man I have ever met. I cried when he graduated, but I haven't cried since. However, even today when I see a big powerful black man with a gorgeous smile, I have dark dreams and there is a longing in my body that I know will never be filled quite the same way again.