Gay Erotic Stories

Back when I was in high school, I went with my friend, Nate, to the amusement park for an overnight trip. Nate has a muscle problem, and I knew he wasn't a guy for me, but he has always been and always will be one of my best friends. Nate's friend, Mike, was going with us on this trip. I never met Mike before, but the second I did, I knew he was a dream come true. He had beautiful, sandy blond hair, and sparkling eyes, a great smile, and a cute face. I learned also, as the day went by at the amusement park, he had a good personality, too; one that I liked. That night, when we got back from the park, we all were staying in Nate's room to sleep. Nate slept on his bed, while Mike and I slept on the floor. After Mike feel asleep, I pulled him close to me and slept with my arm wrapped around his chest. He didn't wake up, and didn't push me away in the morning. We didn't do anything more, or say anything; we just went our separate ways and pretended like nothing had happened. Three years went by before we saw each other again. This time, Nate had 4 tickets to a rock concert, and he asked Mike, another friend named Ben, and me to go with him. So we went to the concert, and had a late night snack at a restaurant afterwards. The whole time Mike and I looked at each other, but just left it at that: looks. Looks that just lasted a little too long. The ones you KNOW mean something. When we got back to Nate's house, we all decided to stay the night. It was late, and we still wanted to hang out. We played video games, looked at some naked chicks on the computer, checked out some Playboys, and did some wrestling. You know, the typical guy thing. Mike and Ben wrestled a lot, and it was really turning me on. I could not stop watching them. It was just so hot. When they finally stopped, they asked me if I remembered to bring some beers that I was able to buy from a store by my house. I did, so I went and got them. Ben didn't drink any. He was younger than the rest of us and still boyish acting. Nate had two, but was afraid to have more than two because of his muscle and balance problems. So Mike and I had over four apiece and got a little drunk. So, we were all hanging out and playing video games in my friend’s basement, when Mike started to get really drunk and silly. Nate and Ben were getting tired and decided to go upstairs and go to bed. Mike and I had to sleep downstairs in sleeping bags, because there was not enough room in Nate's bedroom for three of us on the floor. After Nate and Ben went upstairs, I started to play a hand-held game. Mike was on the floor just enjoying his buzz. Slowly he crept over to me, though, and decided to help me play the game. As he got closer to me, and as we got more and more into the game, his hand got closer and closer to mine. Finally, he took my hand and held it. We held each other’s hand and played the game like nothing was happening. After a few minutes he got up and rested against me...putting his head on my chest and still acting a little drunk, and also involved in the game. At this point I couldn’t have cared less about the damn game, but I was afraid to act on him, too. Suddenly, we heard movement upstairs and then heard Nate's voice. We freaked at first, but then realized Nate couldn't get back downstairs without our help. His muscles were bothering him and he could not handle the staircase. So he asked us to help him down; he couldn't sleep and he wanted to talk. We just told him "No" saying that we were way too drunk to move or to help him. Mike and I sat there in each other’s arms playing this game, while Nate was talking to us at the top of the stairs, where he could not see us. Finally, Nate went to bed for good. Mike looked at me with his beautiful eyes, and said, “What do you want to do? Give me three choices.” So I said, “Ok. Umm: 1) sleep; 2) run; 3) play.” He said to me, "3: play." So I said, “Ok,” and we started to kiss. He kissed passionately for the longest time. It felt so good to have his tongue in my mouth, and to feel his lust. Then we decided we were going to blow each other, but he was not sure if he was ready. So I just decided to give him a blow job. I sucked and sucked on his cock. I licked that thing up and down. I was in heaven. He was the hottest guy and I was finally having my way with him. After about 5 minutes of long cock sucking, Mike came in my mouth, and I swallowed it all. It was all right for us both, since we both were virgins. After Mike came, though, he started to feel regret. I don't know if it was because he was scared, or just felt like he totally used me to suck his cock and shouldn't have done it; but he said he didn't want any of our friends to know or even suspect, so he was going to sleep on a couch upstairs. I said ok, but as I was lying there in the basement, I decided I didn't want to leave it like that. If I was never really going to see him again, and pretend like this night never happened, then I was going to get to adore this boy's body once more. Then maybe he would not feel so guilty about the whole thing, knowing that I wanted this from him as much as he wanted it from me. So I went upstairs and got him. I brought him back downstairs and explained to him how I felt. I got him to strip for me, and sat him down on the couch. I then licked and kissed him all over his body. I spent some time on his nipples, and his belly button. I licked his balls, which he said felt weird: they tickled. Then I got him to lift his legs up, and I gave him a nice rim job. I lapped that hole. I knew I had to; I might not ever get this chance again with a virgin that I didn't have to worry about. I gave him a butt hickey, which I thought was awesome, and I wanted him to have something to remember me by for a few days. In between licking his ass, nipples and balls, I stopped to lick the precum off of his dick. I loved the taste of it in my mouth. Finally, he said he couldn't stand it anymore. I was teasing him too much. So I took his cock again in my mouth. I sucked him off and swallowed his entire load again. Then I licked up the rest of the precum that drooled on his chest. I was so happy at the time. He then told me that I was a great kisser and a great cock sucker. We stayed up a little while longer and talked about what attracted us to each other and the very few, very innocent, experiences we had had with other people. We decided not to see each other, though, saying this was an act of drunken lust. We both went to bed, in separate places again. When I woke up in the morning he was gone. He went home because he had to work that day. He doesn't want anything more from me, but at the same time I know he is attracted to me. He would not have come on so strong if he wasn't. This has left me hurt, but happy, and hoping for more from this dream boy one day.