Gay Erotic Stories

This story contains gay sex and drug use. If you are not legally allowed to view such material in your area, or offended by such material please read something else. Otherwise, have fun with this part of the continuing story. Epic Proportions, Part 2 by latjax Justin was such a cute and just plain sweet guy. He was on the slender side, with narrow hips and skinny little legs. He had these hypnotic eyes that seem to look right into your soul. That’s how we met. I found him staring at me at a little coffee shop a little ways from campus. He would look at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was cute. I didn’t think of him in any other way until we had a little rendezvous. I was looking for his roommate and he was the only one home. We smoked a little pot and then we smoked a lot of pot and things happened. I found myself drawn to him. So I woke up the next day and heard him washing up his face. I could even hear him asking himself, what really happened last night? I knew. I was waiting for round two after all. “So what did you think of last night?” “All I remember is feeling extremely satisfied. Was this really your first time with a guy? You seemed a little too familiar with what to do…” “Actually that is the first time I have ever done it with a guy. I thought about it a couple times, but I always second-guessed myself about it. I guess I just needed a little encouragement and you.” “Really? And do you say that to all the queens you sweep off their feet?” “Usually not until we’ve fucked at least 3 times.” “Seems that we have some catching up to do.” I pulled him down on top of me on the bed. My morning wood was growing. I started kissing him on the neck and nibbled on the bottom of his earlobe. I ran my tongue inside of his ear and he started to giggle. “I hate to tell you this but I have to go to work in about 30 minutes. This is gonna have to be a quickie.” “Call in sick,” I said, “we can do it all day long.” He said that he couldn’t call in, he had to pay rent, but that he would see me now and again later. He started kissing me down my neck and trailing his soft lips over my chest and down my stomach. He looked into my eyes as he trailed his kisses toward my pubes. He took his hand and wrapped his fingers around my dick. I arched my head back as I felt his lips touch the tip, and felt his tongue licking the head in little circles. I felt his hot slippery mouth sliding down the shaft of my cock. His lips were stretched wide around my dick, and the suction felt divine. Up and down his head slid, sliding a little bit further down. I reached the back of his throat and I heard Justin take a deep breath. I prepared myself for the sheer pleasure. No woman had ever been able to do what he could do. His head slid further and further down my dick. He pinched my nipples and I suddenly found my dick entering the hot tight confines of his throat. I held on to his head to stabilize myself. He had it all in. Justin was well acquainted with servicing a man: The way his tongue massaged the underside of my cock was driving me closer and closer to the edge. He slid his head all the way back until only the head remained in his mouth. He slathered the head in wet kisses. He grabbed the base of my cock, and began slapping my cock all over his mouth and cheeks. I guided his mouth back to my dick, and he swallowed it back down in one quick thrust. I felt the first wave of ecstasy starting to rise in my balls. I couldn’t hold it back even if I had wanted to. “I’mmmm goonnnaa....,” I moaned and I felt the cum shooting from my balls. My eyes rolled back and my muscles spasmed. I moaned in the throes of passion and pleasure. Justin continued going up and down, literally sucking the cum out with every upstroke. Damn, he really knew what he was doing. Justin slid his body up mine until we were face to face and he passionately kissed me. “Gotta run or I’m gonna be late. I should get off around 11:00. If you wanna play some more, come back around 11:30.” Just then the phone rang and Justin leapt into the air. He scooped up the phone and said hello. It was his manager calling to see if he could come in as soon as possible; an employee had quit and thrown plates all over the floor. They needed him as soon as possible. Justin hung up the phone and threw on his uniform. It was one of the most unflattering ensembles I had ever seen. The shirt said “Johnny’s”. As he put on the most insanely demeaning and ridiculous hat, he bent over and kissed me one last time. “It’s been fun. I’ll catch you later.” * * * I busted my ass for five hours non-stop. The place was like a war zone when I arrived. The guy that had quit was a bastard sent from hell to make this one night horrible. In his fit of rage he threw plates of food at the walls, dumped pitchers of beer on the floor, and told one of the customers he was serving to choke on shit and die. I was to apologize to the customers and give them rainchecks for the meals so that we could close for a few hours to clean up. It took me three hours to clean up the mess and when we reopened, there was a line of 30 people waiting to get in. There were only 3 waiters working and I had to fill in the dish room for another 2 hours. I wanted to cry. This was not what I needed to be doing but the $7.50 an hour was good pay for a town of this size. I went outside and smoked a j to calm myself down. George had given it to me as I was running out of the house. He had rolled it for us to smoke, but said I would probably need it later. He was right. The manager popped his head out the back door and called my name. I had only gotten to smoke a little bit, so I set the joint down and walked over. He asked me if I could come back in soon to help wait tables. I felt sorry for Charlie. He was a really nice guy and tried to treat all of his employees with respect. That asshole had really stressed him out and I could see the anxiety in his eyes. He had really sexy green bedroom eyes and a pretty face. I was snapped out of my thought when I saw him hauling a bag of trash to the Dumpster. Shit, I had left my joint burning by the Dumpster. I ran to the Dumpster, to find him leaning over and picking up the joint. I had to figure out a way to not get fired. “Did you need any help with that, I mean the trash?” Real smooth I chided myself. “Is this yours?” he asked with wide eyes. “No, I don’t smoke rolled cigarettes, they’re a little too strong for me.” “A little too strong, huh? James needs some help with some of his tables. Could you help him, and then you can take an hour break.” “Sure,” I said and started to walk away when I heard him coughing. I turned around and saw him puffing on the joint. “Who ever rolled this cigarette did a pretty good job. They must have used some pretty good tobacco to roll it with. Real potent.” “Are you sure you should smoke that? You never know where that person’s mouth may have been!” “You seem pretty health conscious; I think you probably keep your mouth pretty clean. Did you think I honestly didn’t know this joint was yours? You come to work high all the time.” FUCK, I was so busted, what was he gonna do? He took another hit. “Are you gonna go watch me finish this or smoke with me? God knows we both need this.” He passed me the joint and I took it cautiously. What was going on? Was I really going to smoke right in front of my boss? Was he serious about smoking with me? Fuck it, I thought as I took a deep hit: If I get fired I can go home and call George. I blew out a cloud of smoke and passed it back to Charlie. “Hit it like you’re a professional smoker!” he chided. Then, “It’s dead. Let’s get back to work, you little, naive pot head!” I worked for about 30 minutes and Charlie called me into his office. “I’m gonna go ahead and send you home for the night in about 30 minutes. I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate all your hard work tonight and I’m gonna give you a $50 dollar bonus. You are a fucking saint, do you know that kid? You came in, worked hard and calmed me down. Speaking of which, I wanted to thank you for that, too. I know this may seem a little strange, but I haven’t smoked in about ten years and it calmed me right the fuck down. Now for the really strange part: Do you know where I can find some grass?” I was still trying to deal with everything else he had said and now he was asking me if I could find him some smoke. My head was still spinning from that j we had smoked. “Umm, well this friend of mine has some, that’s what we were smoking. I can ask him if he has any more or knows where to find any.” “I can’t tell you how much I’d appreciate it. Could you call me tomorrow or tonight? I’ll be here pretty late sorting everything out.” “Sure, whatever. I’m gonna go finish up then.” I walked through the dining area and went to the small bathroom to take a leak. I walked in, locked the door, and while in midstream there was a knock at the door. “I’ll be out in a minute.” I flushed, approached the door, and as soon as my hand turned the knob, someone was pushing in the door. “Wait a sec...” was about all I got out before the person on the other side pushed through the door. A familiar hand covered my mouth and the smell of George’s cologne filled my nostrils. “I couldn’t wait ‘til after work. I need to see you. Now.” His hands traveled down my chest and he began kissing me all over my neck. He began unbuckling my belt and my pants dropped around my ankles. His breath was hot against the tender skin of my neck. He began ravishing it with gentle little bites. “I can’t really do this, I’m at work. My boss could...” “Kiss my ass. I need you.” He leaned me against the wall and pulled my boxers off. Resistance was futile. I wasn’t going to fight him off. The knock on the door was so brief that I almost didn’t hear it. “Justin, I need you to help the lady at table four. Are you going to be long?” I was frozen with panic, but George was still taking my shirt off. He wasn’t going to stop. “I, umm, will be out in a few minutes. Just taking care of, some, umm, stuff. I shouldn’t be, umm, too long, sir.” My voice was rising as George’s mouth was sliding down my dick. The extremes of passion and panic were creating a strange reaction in me. I was fucking swooning under the emotions I was feeling. “Okay, alright I’ll just get someone else to help her. You sound a little occupied right now. You can go home whenever you get done in there. I hope you feel better. Get some rest when you get home, you’ve worked hard all night.” I was only catching bits and pieces of the words. My very existence was focused on the warm depth my cock was traveling to. George had been a quick study; he was using all the little tricks I had used on him. “Okay, sir.” “Talk to you later” George was blowing me at this point. He rapidly slid his blazing mouth up and down my shaft. I was almost to the point of no return. George let my dick slip from his lips and began kissing me passionately. He leaned me back against the wall. “Time for round two,” he said with a little smirk on his lips. He waved a condom in my face and I saw that it was ribbed for pleasure. I almost giggled with anticipation. I could already remember the feeling of his thick, long meat thrusting my ass into heaven. I was drawn out of my trance when I realized he was putting the condom on me. “What are you doing?” “It’s not what I’m doing its what you’re going to do. You’re about to go where no man has gone before.” I was dumbstruck. Was he serious? I had never actually done this before. I was still a VIRGIN at this! “Justin, are you still in there? Do you need help in there or something?” OH SHIT! NOT NOW! “I’m fine, just a lot to drop off if you know what I mean.” Mood kill I thought, but I heard George giggling in my ear. “Okay. I see. Take it easy on the plumbing man. That toilet is always clogging.” I was trapped in some kind of weird time and space. I didn’t really understand what was going on, but I just wanted to enjoy what life had offered me. George had already spread the lube all over my dick and took my hand in his. He handed the bottle of lube to me and said, “Take it easy.” George turned around and leaned over the sink. His pucker was staring at me. I smeared the lube on my fingers and started to massage his tight hole. I worked one finger in and instantly my dick was so hard it hurt. George’s muscles clamped around my finger like a vise. I figured I was really going to need to loosen him up, so I stuck a second finger in. I started to rotate them in little circles, and George was moaning with pleasure. “Go for it man.” I placed my dick at his hole and wondered where I was about to go. I started to push forward. George’s ring resisted but he pushed back. I could feel the head of my dick sliding in, and then I popped past his ring. His elastic hole snapped around my dick. It was so tight and hot. I had never experienced anything like this before. “Don’t wait around for me to get use to it, just do it,” George cried out. I reacted swiftly and began sliding inch after inch of my dick into his body. I felt as if his ass was sucking me in. My pubes were rubbing his ass cheeks when I realized I was all the way in. I began to slowly pull back out. I slid almost all the way out and then pushed all the way in again. I started to pick up the pace. What had I been missing! At some point animal instinct took over. I began sliding in and out at a faster pace, drilling deeper and deeper into his tight ass. I grabbed his hips in both hands and drove hard and fast. George was moaning incoherently. Every now and then I managed to make out a “fuck!” or “feels so good!” I moved my hands to his tits and squeezed his nipples with every thrust. I was out of my mind. I heard a muffled cry and felt the flesh surrounding my dick spasm. The feelings and sensations his ass was providing were bringing me to the edge. I saw the cum pouring out of George’s dick and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing as far into his ass as I could go. “I’mmm...gonnna...” My dick pulsed and wave after wave of jism shot out of my over-stimulated balls. I clenched my teeth and screamed in pleasure. I pulled out and slid onto the toilet. George’s hole was staring at me again. It was gaping open and my cum was leaking down his legs. “JUSTIN! JUSTIN! Are you okay in there? I thought I heard screams coming from in there. What’s going on?” As George was quickly cleaning his tattered hole I tried to think of a believable lie. “Huhh, What?... Charlie, I’m sorry man, I fell asleep on the shitter, I mean toilet.” “You what?” I passd out on the toilet. I’m more tired than I thought. I’ll come out in a sec. Just give me a sec.” George was halfway out the window before I noticed. “Wait for me at the house. I’ll be there in about 15 minutes,” I whispered. “I’ll be waiting with a j in my mouth and a hard dick in my hand.” he whispered back. Cornball. “Oh yeah, do you know of any pot for sale? My boss wants to buy some. Oh my god he called it grass, it was so funny.” “Sure, man, I bought an ounce of that shit we were smokin’ yesterday. And from the smell of I,t you smoked some today.” “I’ll tell you about it when I get home.” “Cool. I should be able to sell him a quarter or a half. Thomas is supposed to be bringing me back some really good shit. I also still have an eighth of swag, so I’ll have enough of my own. We’ll figure it out at your place.” He kissed me hard on the lips and ran down the side of the building. He had a noticeable difference in the way he was moving; I must have done a good job. Shit, I was still at work. I had to hurry up and get out of the bathroom. I wondered if Charlie had bought that pathetic attempt to cover up. I washed my face and opened the door. Charlie was standing outside with a worried look on his face. “Go home! Right now! I don’t want to hear a word. Go home and get some rest. You’re my best worker and I don’t want to see you having some kind of nervous breakdown.” I couldn’t control myself. Maybe it was the after-sex bliss and the fact that I could see that Charlie actually appreciated me. I started crying and gave Charlie a big bear hug. “Thanks. I appreciate this. I’ll call you later about...stuff.” “Go home.” I walked to my car and drove home wondering what I was going to do for the rest of the night. I already knew: George and bud; a proven good combination. If you like this addition, e-mail me at joneslx@juno.com. Chapter 3 should be cumming soon.